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Brave New World	By : Vally Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author: Nkundra

A/N: OK this is a VERY short chapter!! I had planned it to be about twice this long but I figured you rather it now then whenever it is I’ll be able to update next… Sadly I’ve come down with tonsillitis, so guess what?! Yep, I get to go and get poked by over paid medical humans! Yay!! .. NOT! I hate doctors and hospitals but I hate not being able to talk and being in involuntary pain even more! So I’m gonna suck it up go get the necessary procedure thingy done(praying my insurance covers it), get a new tattoo to cheer myself up then update as soon as possible!!
Oh, and sorry but my allusions to our mysterious dimension traveling homie are not here. I did introduce a personal fave character of both mine and Punki’s though so hope that tides you all over!!
WISH ME LUCK!! ^^
PS. I am considering expanding this crossover to include another band or two maybe others. If anyone has any suggestions go ahead and leave them for when I get back! Perhaps they will help the creative juices get flowing too!! ^^

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the X-men or Ville Valo or Bam Margera. I make zero cash on this so keep the lawyers and such at bay! I am but a poor college student have mercy on my abused, EasyMac(which is also copyrighted and not mine) nourished frame!!!!

Warnings: VAM, SLASH, Violence, cursing, ooc-ness, Humor, crossover, and now OCs!! ^^

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Brave New World
And the pain of discovery!

“Ville had a band back where he came from and I think we should give them some recognition!” BoomBoom stated firmly and glared at Luka and Kurt.

The trio had been arguing over band names for nearly two and a half hours. Rogue had attempted to mediate but gave up after Luka threw a plastic cup half full of soda at her when she told him to stop being a selfish bitch and listen to his fellow band member’s ideas. Now they sat around one of the tables arguing loudly over weather or not Ville would like it if their band name was similar to his old band’s name. Most of the other party guests were ignoring them only sparing the occasional weary glance when one of them began to shout particularly loudly or obscenely. Overall they were embarrassing themselves without realizing a thing.

“Well we aren’t them and I think we need a new name! Something original and uniquely us!” Luka countered through clenched teeth.

“Perhaps we should wait for Ville to get back and ask him what he thinks? This way we won’t waste so much energy arguing.” Kurt sighed distractedly as he watched Jamie trying to perfect some trick or another on the other side of the bowl with the help of Bam and two other senior skaters. The teleporter had gotten tired of the argument about the same time Rogue had left in a cacophony of muttered threats but he felt obligated to sit it out, after all he was technically part of the band.

BoomBoom huffed but sat back in defeat, “Fine! What do we talk about then?”

“Dunno…” Luka said as he too turned his attention to the main reason for the spontaneous party.

Three skaters we currently trying to pass each other as closely as possible without actually colliding in the empty pool while a few others watched and Bam couched Jamie. Evan had joined Bobby in flirting with the skater girls and Jean had disappeared with her cliché a while ago. The Ipod had been replaced with a mosh of music donated by just about everyone in attendance and Spyke had relinquished DJ duties to a guy Luka recognized. A brilliant idea suddenly barreled right into the blue haired teen and he was on his feet in an instant.

“Hey Dade!” He called out to the tall, slim red-head in jeans and an open, fire red button-down shirt.

“Luka, my man! I didn’t know you were here.” Round, darkly tinted lenses almost completely obscured happily sparkling onyx eyes as Dade clasped Luka’s forearm in a friendly grip.

“Dude I know the guy throwin’ this shindig!” The younger man grinned wickedly.

“Wow, you got some connections then don’t ya? Well I’ll be sure to come knockin’ on your door then little man!”

“No problem man. Hey, you still play guitar right?” Luka inquired.

“Sure do. Why, you startin’ a band up?” Dade asked.

“Not me, a friend is though. I’m gonna be the bassist but we need a guitar. Think you might be interested in auditioning?” Luka hoped he didn’t sound to anxious to have his friend join. He had first met Dade back when he lived in NYC and seeing him in Bayville a few months ago had been a God send.

“Sure. Just give me a call. I’m pretty much free anytime and you have my number right?” Dade’s smile was wide and he seemed just as excited as Luka.

“Sure do! Catch you later then!” The youth turned back to his band mates with a wave to his friend.

“Later Luka!” Dade waved before going back to managing the party’s music.

Kurt and BoomBoom watched curiously as Luka talked with the red haired stranger. The youngest member of their still nameless band spoke excitedly before parting ways and returning to his friends. Luka came back to the table with a satisfied smile on his face. The blue haired boy opened his mouth to inform his band mates of Dade’s pending audition but was caught off guard by Bam once again picking up the megaphone and ordering the music to be silenced. Everyone stilled as they had when Ville had interrupted hours before and all eyes turned to an evilly smirking Bam. He stood on his skate board poised at edge of the drained pool with none other than Wade glaring daggers at him from the other side of the pool.

“Well folks it looks like someone didn’t get a good enough beating the other day!” Bam announced as he smirked at the infuriated youth before shouting over at Dade, “So lets get this kill fest going! Put on something I can do some damage to!”

The redhead grinned and nodded as metal music filled the air and the crowd cheered in excitement. Wade snarled as Bam grinned confidently over at him before they both dropped in and all hell broke loose. Praise and obscinities were hollered equally as the skaters faced off for the second time in a more challenging and confined space. Bam pulled a few cocky tricks in an effort to draw even more love from the crowd. The show of skill more advanced than his own caused Wade’s anger to escalate as he pulled behind Bam mirroring his move from their previous encounter. Noticing this Bam’s mouth twitched almost impressively in annoyance as he doubled his efforts to keep the crowd in his favor and emphasize Wade’s own lameness without dropping his guard. The match drug on nearly twice as long as their first and Wade was becoming increasingly desperate to end it and disgrace the older skater taking up the mantel of ramp king once again. With an angry snarl Wade changed tactics, pulling away from Bam and trying a bit of acrobatics himself in a ditch effort to gain at least a speck of crowd appeal. Unfortunately things didn’t work out how either Wade or Bam thought they would.

Meanwhile with Logan and Ville

“We’ve already been ta six gas stations and the super market! If Wal*Mart ain’t got ’em no one does!” Logan growled at the long haired empath who was looking over the selection of tobacco products for the eleventh time mumbling darkly in Finnish.

“I swear on everything that is holy I will find my cigarettes!” Ville declared in a growl of his own as he stormed away from the counter and toward the exit nearly plowing over the elderly greater-lady. Logan just followed, shaking his head at the man who was acting more like a spoilt child in his opinion and nearly ran into the taller man when Ville stopped suddenly just outside the doors.

“Now what?”

“I smell them!” Ville sniffed the air much like Logan tended to do and looked around desperately.

“What do ya mean ya smell ‘em? Do ya have super scenses now too?!” Logan asked sarcastically.

“No but I’d know that scent anywhere!” Ville said seriously as his head whipped around and he began to walk toward the smoking area near the entrance.

Logan watched the man’s pace become smooth and elegant. Obviously he was gearing up to flirt a bum out of whoever possessed his precious nicotine sticks. As the empath approached a familiar auburn haired man Logan’s smirk turned into a sneer. Storming over Logan grabbed the neck of the theif’s coat.

“Logan what the hell are you doing?!” Ville protested as the feral manhandled his target… err... dealer… err… dashing, red eyed cigarette god?

“Question is what the hell are you doin’ here swamp rat?” Logan growled at Remy. Red on black eyes sparkled back at him merrily.

“Gambit jus’ watin’ fo’ Pyro. Needed a smoke an’ matches wasn’t done wit’ his shoppin’.” The Cajun held up the sweet smelling cigarette he was smoking and flicked the ashes at Logan’s face before taking a drag. Ville barely concealed a snort of laughter at Logan’s furious growl. It seemed Logan disliked someone just as much if not more than he disliked Bam.

“Likely story bub!” Logan growled before being cut off by Ville as the Finn tried to pull the older man‘s hand‘s away from the strange mutant‘s throat.

“Logan! Stop it would you! I have no idea why your being such an arse but the only thing I’ve felt from this guy is amusement at my desperate begging and your irritation!” Remy’s eye’s widened in realization as Ville spoke.

“Another empath!” The gasp was soft and almost missed by even Logan’s keen hearing before the youth continued quickly, “Didn’t know dat Xavier was collectin’ such exotics.”

Logan got in another menacing snarl before Ville’s stern glare and a firm mental poke persuaded him to drop the thief before saying gruffly, “Chuck ain’t collecting nothin’. Now tell us where ya get yer smokes so we can get out of here and I can write your ass into a nice, bloody danger room program.”

“Gambit import dem.” Remy muttered glaring at the shorter mutant, not at all appreciating the attitude still pouring off the feral in waves.

“Logan calm the fuck down!” Ville sighed in exasperation, “Do you mind giving me the number of whoever it is you use Mr. umm…”

“LeBeau, Remy LeBeau other wise known as Gambit and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance cher.” Remy smiled sweetly and in a smooth, dashing movement took Ville’s hand and kissed the Finn’s knuckles.

Ville smiled in return before gently taking back his hand, “Well Remy you seem like a nice guy and all but I’m already taken and in desperate need of a pack of fags, so if you would be so kind?”

“A shame, mon ami, I do hope he treats you bonne mais I am a gentleman at heart an’ just dis once I’ll give you a pack to tide you over and de number for de shop Gambit get these from. As a way of sayin‘ no hard feelings O‘course.”

“Of course and I have to say it was interesting meeting someone who earns as much of Logan’s scorn as my Bammie.” Ville said as he watched Remy scribble the phone number and address he had promised right onto the pack with a sharpee that seemed to have magically appeared from within the long coat.

“Bammie huh? Sounds like quite a character.” Remy smiled as he handed the pack over to his fellow empath.

“Oh he is. You two will have to meet sometime.” Ville smiled his thanks to the mysterious Cajun as they shook hands and he excepted the pack of smokes gratefully. With a flirtatious smile Remy headed for the store entrance with a last smirk thrown at Logan.

“I hate him.” Logan muttered as he and Ville walked back to the car they had borrowed from professor Xavier.

“More than Bam?” Ville asked with a not quite mocking smirk though his tone was genuinely curious.

Logan appeared to think hard for a moment before shrugging and plopping into the driver‘s seat, “Not sure. Ask me later.” Ville laughed as he sat himself in the passenger seat and they headed home.

The Finn frowned when he realized he had thought of the Xavier mansion as home. It was surprising and a little disconcerting at how quickly he was settling into this strange new dimension. Certainly he still missed his family and band mates but he still had Bam, the only family he couldn‘t and wouldn‘t live without no matter how immature and irritating he could be, and a new band was slowly forming. If Ville was honest with himself he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go back anymore. In the short time he and Bam had been in this new dimension he had already created a new life. He doubted Bam felt the same way, the younger man would never admit it but April, Phil and Jess were priceless to him. He would never forget them and their absence would leave a hole in his heart no matter how big a grin he plastered on his face. Suddenly a jagged feeling ripped through Ville’s heart and mind followed by a thick, warm foreboding that seeped through his entire being.

“You alright there?” Logan asked when he saw the younger man pale and begin to shake a bit.

“Something is wrong. Very wrong…” Ville’s eyes darted about as he examined the new feelings coursing through him despite his improved shielding. Desperately he tried to pinpoint their origin by mentally following the sticky, oozing trail to a psychic thread that he hadn’t noticed in his session with the professor that morning and gasped when he realized who the thread connected him to on such an intimate level, “Bam! Dear god Logan we have to get back to the mansion! Something is wrong with my Bammie!”

Logan’s eyes narrowed and he floored the gas fearing what kind of terror the punk was wreaking on the mansion. They pulled up to the front of the mansion and Ville hit the ground running before the car was even completely stopped. He tore around the large house toward the pool where he had last seen Bam to find nearly everyone present arguing and on some level of freaking out. The professor was trying his best to control the crowd without using his powers while everyone gathered around the pool talking loudly in worried tones some gesturing rather wildly. As he approached the pool himself Ville noticed a worried looking Wade off to one side being interrogated gently by Ororo and a deeply frowning Scott. The teen’s eyes were focused solidly on the pool and held a regretful and scared look in them.

“Where is Bam?” The cold, almost harsh tone of his deep voice seemed alien even to Ville as he began to walk slowly toward the pool, scared to death of what he would find.

“Ville…” BoomBoom was suddenly at his side trying to take his arm and pull the man away.

Ville jerked himself out of her grasp and the violent movement coupled with the angry twist to his face and his smoldering green eyes prompted the few people in his way to move so that he got a clear view of the bottom of the drained pool. Those same bright eyes widened and the Finn felt all of the air leave his lungs as the blood drained from his face. In the bottom of the pool his Bammie lay pale and unmoving while shining crimson seeped from a gash by his right temple to drip into a pool of the same liquid that looked like it had come from the back of the dark haired boy‘s skull. Dr. McCoy knelt beside Bam scowling and giving orders to Jean, Bobby and Spyke to get the spectators out of there. Kurt would need to teleport Bam down to the infirmary ASAP. The doctor, under the friendly disguise of his image inducer, felt for a pulse at the young skater’s neck ignoring the blood smearing his hands and commotion around him. With little thought Ville dropped over the side of the pool and staggered toward his beloved. Mentally he was grasping desperately at the mental link between himself and Bam to be sure that the American wasn’t slipping to close to death. With tears trickling down his cheeks Ville knelt opposite of Hank, the larger mutant’s suggestions that he give the patient some space, perhaps go on down to the infirmary falling on deaf ears as Ville’s hand reached out to cup the skater’s soft, slightly stubbled cheek. Suddenly the link was full of a soft warmth and the glow of life. Ville looked down to see Bam’s eye’s flutter open, bright and blue as ever, to stare up at Ville’s in worry and confusion. Ville smiled back reassuringly and stopped short before pulling the injured man into his arms. Right there before Ville’s eyes he saw the gash on Bam’s head heal. The barely noticeable cracks in the bone knitted themselves before the flash seemed to creep with a life of it’s own back over the naked bone. It was gruesome and beautiful all at once. Ville looked back into Bam’s eyes once more before pulling the younger man to him.

“Perfect, it’s the perfect power for you.” Ville found himself whispering.

“Willa? What’s going on?” Bam asked in confusion and whimpered cradling his head, “Hey, did you happen to get the plates on the bus that hit me? I’ve got one hell of a headache!”

Ville chuckled as curious and surprised whispers and shouts rose up around them. The mansion residence did their best to shoo away the now even more curious crowd as Dr. McCoy pounced on Bam inspecting every inch of his previously wounded head. Ville laughed as Bam’s face contoured in even more confusion before he tried to push Hank away. Once the crowd had been dispersed and Bam was seated on a lawn chair after being helped out of the bottom of the blood stained pool by Hank and Ville the rest of the X-men had gathered around a still slightly pale from blood loss Bam.

“Umm… What’s every body staring at?” Bam finally asked as his hand strayed to rub the back of his head which was still rather sore. When he felt something wet and sticky he pulled his hand back to look at it and gasped in shock, “What the fuck?! Where’d all this blood come from? It can’t be mine!”

“I’m afraid it is Bammie.” Ville told him, sitting beside the younger man and putting a comforting arm around his lover.

“It seems that like Logan you have accelerated healing.” Professor Xavier said in a curious tone, “The question is to what extent has your mutation progressed.”

“What do you mean “to what extent”?!” Bam hated being confused and that was one word that had always confused him. How could such an innocent seeming word like “extent” be both good and horrendously foreboding all at once? Ville had always known this, and thought it a bit amusing, but found being able to actually feel the levels of confusion and anger that swelled in reaction to the confusion was interesting and even more amusing.

“He means that while I can survive a bullet to the head or heart you might not.” Logan smirked, “That goes for claws too punk.”

“Oh I’m so scared!” Bam said sarcastically receiving a none to gentle poke to his sore head from Ville, “Hey! What’d you do that for Ville?! That hurt!”

“Bammie leave Logan alone and it’s your own fault your hurt so stopping being such a baby.” The Finn glared at his lover.

“I am not a baby!” Bam protested. Ville didn’t even bother with a response as he stood up. Bam blinked in confusion at the lithe retreating back, “Hey! Willa, where are you going? I’ve been wounded here!”

“I’m going to make a call and see if I can’t get a hold of a few more packs of cigarettes and seeing as I know your not in any danger of dying in the immediate future I have full faith in Hank’s ability to take care of you and figure out how your body has changed.” With that Ville headed into the house leaving a pouting Bam and most of the rest of the mansion inhabitants smiling.

“But Willa!” Bam whined loudly to no avail.

“Mr. Margera?” Blue eyes turned to the professor, “I believe Hank has need of you in the infirmary and I expect you in my office the moment he is done with you.” With that the older man followed Ville’s example retreating into the mansion.

“I’m fucked.” Bam whispered to himself dejectedly before Hank pulled him to his feet.

“Well, my friend, while you don’t seem any worse for ware I’d like to run a few tests and I need some new blood samples…” Bam followed the now blue mutant reluctantly all the while dreading the torture that awaited him in the sub levels of the mansion.

TBC….

A/N: (repeated from top because I know some people only read the notes at the bottom and this is REALLY important!) OK this was a VERY short chapter!! I had planned it to be about twice this long but I figured you rather it now then whenever it is I’ll be able to update next… Sadly I’ve come down with tonsillitis, so guess what?! Yep, I get to go and get poked by over paid medical humans! Yay!! .. NOT! I hate doctors and hospitals but I hate not being able to talk and being in involuntary pain even more! So I’m gonna suck it up go get the necessary procedure thingy done(praying my insurance covers it), get a new tattoo to cheer myself up then update as soon as possible!!
Oh, and sorry but my allusions to our mysterious dimension traveling homie are not here(duh). I did introduce a personal fave character of both mine and Punki’s though so hope that tides you all over!! (Yay Gambit!! <3)
WISH ME LUCK!! ^^
PS. I am considering expanding this crossover to include another band or two maybe others. If anyone has any suggestions go ahead and leave them for when I get back! Perhaps they will help the creative juices get flowing too!! ^^
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