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Afternoon Fic: Dragon Rescue (Part Two)

Dragon of Interest

Part One


“NO!”

Harold blinked at the group of Dragons, all standing firm and glaring at him.

“Well it’s a good thing none of you have a say in the matter.”  He pushed his glasses up his nose giving them a contemptuous look.  “Reese is my Dragon and I will do what is necessary to get him back.  You will back me up.”

Aveline’s eyes narrowed at the smaller man.  “You are not fit for the field…” she raised his hand stopping his tirade, she had heard it before.  “Harold this isn’t staking out some wannabe drug dealer in the park. These are terrorists disguised as US Agents.”

“Who want me alive, so I can give them what they want.”  He stood his ground, refusing to back down. “I’ve taken on worst threats than Greer, and Root is a whiny child who doesn’t like it when she doesn’t get what she wants.”

“And she wants you.”  Harvey pointed out, the only calm dragon in the group.  “She’s killed people, Harold.”

“But she won’t kill me.  Nor will Greer.”

“What is so special about you that you can walk into the lion’s den and demand they obey?”  Brandt asked with a sense of curiosity normally reserved for Ethan. He glanced over at his brother, who was calmly sitting behind Harold.  The bastard already knew more than he was letting on.

Or already had this argument, and knew it was futile.

“It’s what I created, and no I’m not sharing that information, it is irrelevant to the situation at hand.  Let’s just say, even if I wanted to turn it over, I couldn’t.” He glanced over at Ethan, then back at the rest of the team.  “And before you mention, Mr. Hunt’s skill set as impressive as they are, we agreed unless Reese knew what was going on he would inadvertently give up the gig, so to speak, especially if he was in Dragon form.”

Connor nodded in understanding, smell was a very important factor for Dragons, and Ethan wouldn’t smell like Reese’s Mate.  “So what is your glorious plan to drive me wife batshit?”

Aveline glared at her husband, then continued her staring match with Harold.

“I’m going in with Harold.”  Ethan stood and moved next to him, showing he was backing Harold’s play.  “Connor, Aveline you’re going over the fence as Assassins. Brandt, Julia you do what you do best, create chaos.  Benji, I know this goes against your instinct but follow the instructions on the computer. Beckett and Harvey, I need you two to be behind the hangers catch the stragglers.”

Harvey nodded.  “Okay there’s something you need to know and I would appreciate it if you didn’t kill my mate.”

“WHAT?!”

Now he knew how Harold felt.

Becket was the first to turn on the lawyer.  “When exactly in the all of this chaos did you find your Mate?”

“When I pushed Mike off the building and jumped.  He was the agent sent after us.”

“Michael Westen.”  The moment Harold had seen Westen’s reaction to Harvey’s dive off the high rise, but the fact he pointedly looked at the cameras as he went by, was enough to get The Machine to investigate him.  “He knows more than he lets on, and he may be our way in.”

“How?” Brandt demanded, still not liking being left in the dark.  When his phone beeped and information about Westen started scrolling across the screen, he glanced over at Benji who was busy reading the same information.

“He’s a true patriot, much like John.  He is also a damn good Agent, his career is impeccable on paper, the amount of small comments made in the margins, is enough to know he has a tendency to buck the system and do what’s right.  I think the only reason he hasn’t been ‘killed’ in the field, or Burned is that he’s really good at his job.”

“What’s up with all the Spies lately?”  Connor shook his head, glancing over at Harvey.  “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”  Harvey sighed, fidgeting slightly in the clothes he was wearing, they were itchy and annoying.  “Every instinct I had wanted to grab him as I flew off, but I had Mike to think about. He knows more than he lets on.”

“Oh I think he’s smack in the middle of it.” Harold was sure, Westen knew about The Machine or a theory about it.  The way he looked at the cameras, with an all knowing smirk. Hell, he was half tempted to check into Westen’s family line, and see if it connects to John’s, the two of them could easily be brothers.

“You think he could be an inside asset?”  Ethan asked, making note to have Brandt give him the rundown on the new Agent.

“I think he already is.  He just doesn’t realize it yet.”  Harold glanced back at the Dragons, giving them a once over.  They were a loyal group, not just to John but to him. It was an awe inspiring concept, that such graceful yet deadly creatures would do his bidding.  “The main goal is to get John, I really have no qualms about what happens to anyone else, well except for Mr. Westen.”

Harvey gave him a look.  “Is there anything that will come bite us in the ass?”

“I’m sure there are many things that will likely go wrong.”  He put on his coat and hat. He was truly missing Bear, but knew the dog was safer with the kids.  He wasn’t quite sure how Beckett got Castle to stay out of the situation, but he was thankful he really didn’t want anyone hurt while helping him.

“I’m not happy.”  Aveline gave Harold a pointed look.  “But I’m going to go along with this, as I know how stubborn you are.  If, more like, when the fighting escalates you will listen to one of us, who know what we’re doing.”

“By that time I’m hoping to have freed John, and let him wreak holy hell on those who dared put me in danger.”  Harold gave her a small smirk. “And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just sit back and let you explain the errors of their ways.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed, but couldn’t help the smirk.

“We have to take in consideration the other dragon.”  Connor pointed out. “We’ve smelled him over the past few weeks, and if he is part of this whole thing, he’ll be there.”

Harvey snorted. “And who do you think John is going to go after first.”

“Root.”  Harold answered. “He didn’t like her the first time she kidnapped me, and only reason he didn’t shred her then was we were in a public space, and he hadn’t told me about the Dragon yet.  He’s going to kill her, and then deal with the other dragon.”

“I don’t like this Root and I haven’t even met her,” Aveline snarled.

“So let me see if I get this right.”  Brandt leaned back against the wall, arms crossed across his chest.  “We’re going to let Harold walk into an obvious trap, with Ethan posing as a guard.  Meantime the two Assassins and going full frontal, while Julia and I wreak havoc and destroy things.  Benji is going to stay out of trouble running comms, while Beckett takes out screaming humans, and Harvey chases down his Mate.”

Ethan chuckled lightly.  “Well when you put it like that what could go wrong?”

“Everything.”  Brandt shook his head.  “Let’s do it!”

Afternoon Fic: Dragon Rescue

It was fitting today to start back up Afternoon Fic as it is Dragons Appreciation Day!

So yes – I’m working on the next story for the Dragons of Interest series … if you have no idea what I’m talking about Go Here.  You probably should read the previous stories (if you haven’t – before starting here)

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Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Twenty Three)

Part One

Part Twenty Two

Author’s Note: This is the end!! Make sure to click the read more at the bottom for a sneak peek at the next story.

2nd Author’s Note: There will be no Afternoon Fic through Advent.  Though I’ll be working on the next segment and for those curious … it will likely be the next installment for the Dragon Series.


Logan blinked, shifted on the empty bed and looked around the spacious room.  It wasn’t something he was used to, it was too … nice. It was painted a dark green, and had hardwood floors.  Pictures of the Canadian wilderness were on the walls, with the dresser filled with a variety of personal photos.

He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood, staring down at the nice jeans and heavy sweater.   It was then he realized that it was actually cold. He found some socks and boots, slipped them on before opening the door to chaos.

There were kids everywhere.

Mutants of all kinds.

Laughing and smiling, while heading for class.

They had done it.  

They had actually done it.

He wandered down the hall, knowing he looked like a complete idiot with the sappy grin on his face.  Standing on the top of the stairs, he watched as Storm ushered kids along, answering questions and laughing.  She looked younger and less stressed than he remembered.

As he made his way down the stairs, he came to a stand still.

Maria was talking to Bobby.  She had a scarf around her neck, and long white gloves on as she held his hand, but she was alive and happy.  She turned, smiling brightly at Logan before giving him a wink and wandered off with Bobby.

He snorted, but couldn’t find himself to care what she she was up to.  She was alive to be up to something. Slowly the kids started making their way into classrooms, pushing and shoving like typical teenagers.  Logan paused outside one door, watching Kitty teach physics of all things. Colossus was in the corner, watching over the kids as he paid attention to the lesson.

It wasn’t long until he found himself where the Professor kept his office.  He wasn’t sure what he was going to walk into, or what he will see. He remembered nothing since 1973, but obviously they got it right, as he was standing in a school and not the Brotherhood Headquarters.

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

Logan turned to see an older Peter chase after a small girl, with vibrant green hair.  Peter’s hair was still silver, and the goggles and leather jacket were still in place, but he had a few more wrinkles and was a lot more controlled.  The little one dodged left, when Peter went right, he couldn’t help the chuckle. “Looks like she outwitted you.”

“Well you could help me!”  Peter rolled his eyes at the Mutant.

“I’m frozen to the spot.”  He smirked as he realized he couldn’t move. “She takes after her grandpa.”

“In more ways than one.”  Peter put on some speed and grabbed his daughter, making her squeal as he swung her around, before letting her rest on his hip.  “Unfreeze him, Lorna.”

She giggled.  “I can’t hold him long like Pappy.”

“Thank God.”  Logan reached out and ruffled the kids hair.  “It’s good to see you Peter.”

“You saw me last night…” The laughter paused, as he suddenly looked at him intently, before shifting Lorna to the ground.  “Hey kiddo go find your Uncle Kurt, tell him to find us.”

She ran off, in search of her favorite Uncle.

“You’re back.” Peter gave him a half smile, then reached out and hugged him.  “We were wondering when you would show back up, well as you … you. Dad wasn’t to surprised when you wandered in amnesiac and angry with the world.  Though your tagalong was a surprise, but Uncle Charles seemed to brighten when you introduced Maria.”

“You haven’t changed.”  Logan couldn’t help the smile at the fast rambling.  He had so much to learn, about everything and everyone, but it was good to see some things hadn’t changed.

“I’m older and wiser.”

“He’s older, wiser is a myth.”  Kurt held Lorna’s hand as he smiled at Logan.  “Welcome back, my friend.”

“A priest?”  He took in the black suit and white collar.

“First Mutant ordained at the Vatican.  Vatar was so proud, and when the Pope said he raised a lovely Catholic child, Vatar reminded him he was Jewish.  Pope just smiled, and told him so was Mary and Joseph, who gave the world our Lord.” Kurt smiled brightly at the memory, at seeing his Papa and Vatar in the middle of St. Peter Basilica both couldn’t help the laughter at the visual or irony.  Charles had to keep hushing them, though even he couldn’t keep the smile of his face. “I’m actually the priest at the local parish, I requested to be close to the school.”

“I really need to talk to the Professor.”

“Not between the hours of 9 and 10.”  Hank stepped up, giving all three of them a look. “Shouldn’t Lorna be in class?  As a matter of fact Logan shouldn’t you be teaching your class?”

Peter and Kurt looked at him, shifting their heads at Logan.

Logan couldn’t help but take in the Mutant, he looked so much like the general he knew, though softer.  It was a good look on him, more scholarly less soldier. The fact he was completely blue furred, showed he had come to terms of who he was even without the war.

Hank took off his glasses, cleaned and put them back on.  “What?”

“It’s Logan.”  Peter stated hands waving at the Mutant.

“Yes it is.”  Hank shook his head, there were days he swore Lorna was more mature, but then she also had her grandfather’s tendencies, which made her as unpredictable.

“No as in LOGAN.”  He tried again, making wide hand gestures.

Kurt looked heavenward, crossed himself then gave Hank a look. “He means are friend from 1973.”

Hank paused, then looked at Logan.  “We were never knew when or if you would return to us.  We had changed so much, we weren’t sure what would happen.  I’m glad to see you.” He smiled brightly at him, taking his arm.  “I’ll let you knock. Though, you do have your metal frame so be cautious.”

“They’re still that bad.”  Logan couldn’t help the bemused smile.

“Yes.”  It was said with a fond amusement.  “They’ve been an inspiration for many couples over the past decades.  Including another pair, who will be interested to hear your story.”

Logan stopped in his tracks when he saw Jean, standing at the Professor’s door with a mixture of fond amusement and exasperation.  She smiled brightly when she saw Logan. “Well someone finally decided to get up. I was ready to send Scott.”

“I would’ve likely tossed him through a wall.”  Logan couldn’t help but take in her beauty. The three of them were formidable warriors, until they day the Phoenix was uncontrollable.  He lost Scott and Jean that day, but between the two of them they took out a shitload of Sentinels that helped many of them escape and regroup.

“I’m sure you three have a lot to talk about.” Hank coughed, then took a deep breath before knocking on the door.  He stepped back and hid behind Logan.

The door ripped open, showcasing a growling Erik.  “What?”

“I didn’t do it.”  Jean held up her hands, trying not to grin as the Professor adjusted his suit and settled behind his desk.  Erik on the other hand, didn’t care that his shirt was untucked and looked rumbled. “It was Logan.”

“The world must be ending if you of all people dared to interrupt.”  Erik left the door open, and proceeded to sit on Charles’ desk, fiddling with some paper clips.

“Nice grey hair.”

“Fuck off.”  Erik gave him a pointed look, though confusion was showing through.  “I don’t like it when you act weird.”

“I never asked in all the years, how you lost the hair.”  He stepped into the room, focusing on Charles. “I assumed it was from the stress of what we were going through, but now I’m guessing it’s Erik.”

“Ish. We don’t talk about Egypt.”  Charles stood, his gaze and attention focused on Logan.  “Something is different, my friend.”

“I’m having a hard time with some of my history, mostly anything past 1973.”  

They both looked at him, then at each other.  “Welcome home, Logan.” Erik’s voice was softer, older, yet held a steal to it that he remembered.

“Thank you.”  Logan looked between them, trying to hold back the tears.  Just seeing Jean and Scott, the kids, a grown up Peter and Kurt, Erik with grey hair, hell he was even a grandfather, was enough to make him want to cry with joy and frustration as he knew no ones story.  Only a future that will never happen.

“No Logan.”  Charles pulled him into his arms and held him. “Thank you.”

“Come on in, we’ll catch you up.”  Erik ushered everyone out but Hank.  “Let Alex and Darwin know what’s going on, they’ll be back in a few days.” He paused, smiled at the sight of his grandkid, then focused on his son. “Did you know my granddaughter is making a sword out of spoons?”

Peter turned to stare at his kid.  “Lorna!”

Erik chuckled as he closed the door.  “God I love that kid.”

“So where should we start…” Charles sat behind his desk, Erik joined him, leaning against the back table.   Hank settled onto the couch, with Logan taking one of the armchairs.

“How about Egypt?”

Erik growled.

“Oh that sounds like a good story.”  Logan settled into his seat, he had a lot to catch up on, but he was content to have finally found home.

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Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Twenty Two)

Part One

Part Twenty One


It had been six months since the incident in DC, and they were still recuperating.  Erik couldn’t go far, without Charles glued to him. Dr. Gregory had showed up soon after they arrived home, to give everyone a check up, then proceeded to yell at Erik for ten minutes about his blood pressure, and taking care of himself, pointing out in exasperation that he was still underweight, which set Charles off on a ‘feed Erik’ frenzy.

He swore the doctor did it on purpose.

Helen and Austin came home after a month long anniversary cruise, wondering what the hell had happened.  Charles had to tell Austin, about the loss of Janus and Angel. The gardner nodded, then proceeded to clear a section of the garden for a memorial – he found the one spot where there was a constant breeze in honor of his friend.

“I never asked my older self what happened to them.”  Charles stated as they walked along the gardens, a dusting of snow on the ground.  “I hope they never lived to see that world.”

“Lets hope none of us do.”  Erik was wrapped in a coat, with a scarf.  “Hank has some new ideas for the next uniforms, and a training facility.  We won this battle, but there will be more Trasks and governments that agree with him.”

“We’ll be prepared.” He tucked his arm into Erik’s as they headed back to the house, to find Logan waiting for them.  “You’re leaving?”

“I appreciate the help Chuck, but it’s time I move on.”  Logan had woken up to a war zone. He had no idea how he got there, or the three guys who seemed to know him.  The hippie offered him a place to stay. He had no better place to go, so he took them up on their offer.

He had let himself relax the past months, learning from Charles, or the Professor as he took to calling him.  He was naive but adorable. Erik on the other hand, got most of it right. Secretly he was hoping the Professor was right in the end.

“Logan.”  Charles stepped up to him, and took his hand.  “This is your home. You can come back anytime.”

“Thanks, bub.”  He looked between the two of them. “I hope this school works out, I think us Mutants will need it.”

“When its time, come back teach the kids some history.”  Erik gave him a small smirk.

“Speaking of, how’s your kids, still grounded?”  Logan settled onto the bike that Darwin had procured for him.

“For another ten years.”  Erik laughed lightly, neither of them were happy, but they took it with ease.  

He was actually very proud of them, and they knew it.  But they were still to young to be fighting, and he really hoped Charles was right and they never had to, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t train them.

“How are you keeping a teleporter and kid who can run to another state and back before you blink grounded?”  Logan had wondered about that, and as far as he could tell the kids hadn’t left the School.

“Erik has a metal band on both of them, he would know if they left the area.”  Charles held Erik close to him. “We allow some liencies as their mutation needs space, and they are growing boys and need to flex their skills.”

He chuckled, then started up the bike.  “Take care of theses kids you got coming, Chuck.”

“We will.”  They watched as the Mutant left through the front gates and disappeared.  “You think we’ll see him again?”

“Yes.”  Erik was confident one day an amnesiac Logan will wander back through their gates.  Hopefully this time, they will give him a home and not a war. He glanced down at Charles, who was smiling brightly at him.  His cheeks were pink from the cold, and he couldn’t help but to lean over and kiss him on the nose. “You’re cold.”

“Which means your likely frozen solid, inside we go.  Helen has some matzo ball soup ready.” He dragged Erik into the house, settling him at the table before practically sitting in his lap.  

<<Liebling I can feed myself>>

<<Sorry>>  

He went to move, but was held by Erik.

<<Didn’t say to move.>>

<<Sap.>>  

He kissed Erik deeply, before sliding to the seat next to him.

“Do you have to do that at the table?” Alex gave them a mock glare, grinning at his parents.  Despite the fact his own parents, suddenly were speaking to him and letting him see his younger brother, Scott – Erik and Charles will always be his parents.  “Think of us children, who have to watch such a loving display.”

Erik snorted as he dug into the food.  “How did the recruiting go?”

Alex had taken up the recruiting duties, traveling with Armando around the country.  He was sure they were getting hassled in variety parts of the country, but the two of them could handle it.

“Good.  We’ve signed up two kids for Spring, and at least half a dozen for next year.  And that was only going to a third of the States. I’m sure we’ll pick up more, on the next trip.  Looks like you’re going to get your wish.” He glanced over to Charles, who was grinning.

The past six months had been interesting to say the least.  They had inquires about the school, and those who were looking for trouble were quietly sent away by Charles with a few well placed thoughts.

Hank was working on building more of the underground, adding a larger training facility, and conspiring with Magneto.  At the moment no one was sure if that was good or bad yet.

They had decided not to take any kids for the rest of the year, they all need time to heal and come to terms with everything that happened.

No one was surprised when Erik came down sick after the incident in DC, as much energy he had used to hold the Sentinels, let alone the final pull of elements from the ground.  So far no one had talked about that particular incident. Charles was waiting for the right time for the two of them to have a long conversation. The amount of power, Erik showcased was beyond anything he had seen and he was curious to see how far he could go.

Azazel started spending more time with Kurt, training his son on how to teleport further distances and know what he was getting into.  There was no word on Mystique and there was a silent agreement not to ask.

How Mutants were being seen by humans was a mixed bag, but then no one expected full acceptance.  On some days they were heroes, on other days the villains. There were calls for testing, registration, after all – good American kids could be going to school with these ‘freaks’.  While others were reaching out, asking for information, and trying to build a community.

Erik was skeptic, but he was basking in Charles’ delight.

The Brotherhood was still active, and hunting down the last of Trasks laboratories.  They were still gathering Intel and watching for ‘unauthorized’ government sanctioned programs for Mutants.

“So how does it feel to be the hero of the Mutant world?”  Alex smirked over at dad. The one person, out of all them, that was the least likely to be anyone’s hero, was now the poster child for Mutant Rights.  “Everyone we talked to, asked about you. Wanting to know more about the Mutant Protector.”

“I’m sure, as many asked if their kids were safe with a gay jew.”  Erik gave him a pointed look, knowing exactly how people thought.

The papers had been filled with articles about who he was, or who they thought he was.  They had discovered his family name, dug up his records from Poland. It was one of the rare times, Charles was willing to let him destroy things.  The Xavier lawyers had a grand time getting those records sealed, and the pictures of his parents out of the newspapers.

From that came the KKK, using Erik as proof the Jews were out to destroy them.  

And don’t even get him started on the moral society who lost their collective minds, when they realized he was talking about a man in his speech.  Let alone the open kiss between two men on live television.

“You likely advanced the rights for many underprivileged, Darling.  As did Armando and Alex. All over the world, kids and mutants, saw people like them saving the world.”  

Charles looked around the whole table, at his family.   

Alex was older, wiser, and calmer.  Not the hot headed kid they had once knew.  Armando had a new strength about him, secure in his position and who he was, not just as a black man but also as a Mutant.  Hank was confident as the geek and the Beast, learning to be both. Sean though still quiet was now the teacher and had found something in himself, that he likely wouldn’t have if it hadn’t been for the school.   All four of their boys had grown up. They were men now, no longer the teenagers he had strived to help. He was quite proud of them all, and was looking forward to seeing them prosper.

Peter was becoming a young adult, a bright young man who had a future.  Kurt, wasn’t fearful of who he was or what he looked like, he had truly embraced the ideals of helping and protecting others despite how they treated him.

And then there was Erik.

He had been angry and scared when they met.  Charles really had thought, he would lose Erik to his anger, and almost did – but something happened on that beach.  The love Erik held for him outweighed his hatred of humans. He may never know why Erik made the decision that Charles’ life was more important, but he’ll never forget it.  And he will spend his life, making sure Erik knew he was loved and as important to Charles.

And now a decade later, Erik was the inspiration of a new generation.  He gave them a voice, a hero to look up to, something to fight for.

“I’m not that naive to ignore there will be problems.  Humans have hang ups on color, religion, sex, and now mutants.  But what you did was show the world that we can live together. That we will survive, and we will fight.  Some will admire you, and others will hate you. You’re just upset that you can’t take over the world now.”

“Maybe I’ll just run for President.”  Erik teased him, taking his hand and kissing his fingers.  “You can be the First Husband.”

“We would have to get married first.”

“I’m up for it.”

“Did he just propose at breakfast?”  Hank glanced over to his brothers. “That was far from romantic?”

<<Darling.>> Charles didn’t care that he teared up, nor that he was about to pounce on his ‘husband’ at the breakfast table.

<<I mean it Liebling, not sure how it would work, or if we even can, but I would marry you.>>

“Hate to break it to you.  Charles would have to run for President as he’s the American, you would be the First Husband.”  Armando smiled at the two. who were so lost in each other.

“I’m so claiming Flower Girl!”  Peter smiled brightly. “I think it would be awesome.  Even if it’s not legit, who cares. Party!”

“I can see the Political Campaign now.  President Xavier, says be nice or he lets loose his husband!”  Sean teased the two for them, smiling brightly at them. He didn’t care that technically he was in his late twenties and now a teacher, there was something about seeing those two and feeling like a kid again.  “They would be a handsome couple, probably when over the country by being adorable – well Charles would be adorable, Erik would growl at anyone who didn’t think Charles was adorable, which would make him adorable.”

“I’m not running for President!”  Charles glanced around the table, smiling at their antics.  “We’ll save that for the next generation.”

“Peter is going to have to give me grandkids, ’cause he is not Presidential material.”  Erik glanced at his son who was bouncing in his seat. “And Kurt makes a more adorable Flower girl, you can be the ring bearer.”

“I’m good with it!”  He paused, as his dad’s words caught up with him.  “Wait… did I just get insulted.” He paused, chuckled and stuffed more food into his mouth.  “Accurate. And we all know Kurt is a future Priest, so that’s out.”

Kurt just shrugged and continued eating his breakfast.  “I would make a good Priest.”

Erik just stared at Charles, who was trying not to laugh.  “I blame you entirely for all of this.”

“I’m good with it.”  He kissed him softly.  

“By the way did anyone notice the article, stating Trask is being tried at the Haag Court.  It would seem your comment about Nazi’s getting their due, came true.” Hank held out the paper to Erik, who snatched it reading the article.  “They are trying him for Human Right Violations.” Hank knew Erik, would love the irony.

Erik read through the article, snorting at the rhetorical.  “Trask has some good lawyers. His main defense is that he couldn’t be tried against Human Rights Violation as Mutants aren’t human, but animals and it’s okay to experiment on animals for science and to better enhance the world for humans. If he gets out of this, I’m letting Mystique kill him.  After we make sure there is no Sentinels around.”

Charles took the paper out of his hand.  “Progress, darling. He’s going on trial.  That would’ve never happened ten years ago.”

“Or even last year.”  Alex pointed out. “And did you know that Veterans Affairs is opening a Mutant section.  They’ve asked me, and a few other soldiers to come talk to them about needs for Mutant Vets.”

Charles’ smile brightened.  “This is good! We are making a difference.”

“Make sure to take back up, and Azazel needs to know where you are so he can get you out.” Erik gave him a pointed look, ignoring Charles.

They all paused when the doorbell rang.  “Last time that rang, a Mutant showed up from the future wanting us to save the world.”  Hank stood up and headed for the door. “If it’s another Mutant from the future, we’re busy this weekend.”

“He’s adorable when he’s being snarky.” Alex got up to follow him, just in case, then stopped in his track.  “Oh this isn’t going to be good.”

“Hello, my name is Moira, Moira Taggart.”  The woman standing at the door, was holding the hand of a four year old boy.  “I was told this was a safe place for Mutants. My son…” She looked down at the young boy.  “Kevin, he’s a Mutant.”

“Irony is a bitch.”  Alex muttered as he turned and left Hank at the door to go get Charles.  

He knew exactly how it was going to play out, except it didn’t.  He hadn’t expected Erik to actually take the kid while letting Charles deal with Moria who seemed familiar yet very confused by her surroundings.

A couple of hours later, Charles found Sean and Erik on the floor playing with the little one.  He leaned against the door jam, watching the one man in the world who should be yelling, playing peek-a-boo.  “Are we prepared to take them this small?” He asked genuinely.

At the moment Darwin was giving her a tour of the facilities, everyone agreed he was the best suited as he only had good memories of her, and wasn’t here for the dramatic confrontation that led to Erik almost bleeding out.

“We raised Kurt since he was nine months old.”  Erik pointed out, as the little one crawled into his lap.

“My degree is in Early Childhood Studies.”  Sean added into the conversation. “Well my Masters is in Elementary Education, but the Phd is in Early Childhood.  I’ve already started working with Hank to prep a Pre-school type classroom that has a door attached to an enclosed playground.  Austin is working on adding safe plants.”

“Are we taking him full time?”  Erik asked not sure how he was feeling about this particular situation.  The irony that Moria had a son, who was a Mutant wasn’t lost on him. The fact she showed up to seek help for him didn’t upset him, if she just wanted to drop him off, that did.

“No.  She wants to learn more about Mutants and how to handle him.  He’s not in school yet, and the manifestations are not disruptive.  She’s not sure about when he gets older, and the fact she tried to ask about ‘curing’ him, makes me hesitant not to take him, yet at the same time…”

“He doesn’t need to be cured, and if that’s what she thinks you can do.  Then she can leave this darling little one, and fuck off.” Erik bounced the boy in his lap, making him giggle.  “I’m not sure what his Mutation is, no offense but is she sure he’s a Mutant or maybe something else?”

“We would need to watch parents who are dropping kids off who have disorders and not Mutants.”

“We’ll take them if they do.” Charles said with a firmness.  “In theory they are just as much a Mutant as any of us. Might need more teachers though.”

“Honey, you’re going to need more teachers.”  Erik stood, settling the boy in Sean’s lap who yawned and decided that was a good place for a nap.  “Let her bring him by so she can learn to handle him, and when he’s older – he can stay. But I will not deal with her, nor will I tolerate any parent asking us to cure their kids.”

“I agree completely.”  He slipped his arms around Erik.  “So it looks like we’re going to run a school.”

Erik kissed the top of his head, holding him close.  “I can’t wait.”

Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Twenty One)

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Part Twenty

Quick Author’s Note: You get an extra long part since I didn’t post anything the past week.  We’re coming down to the end of the story and will likely post all of it this week.


Hank moved back into the Temple, shutting the door behind him with a clang.  He nodded towards Bobby, who gave it a few extra layers of ice.

This was it.

The last stand.

Charles made himself comfortable on the floor, leaning against the altar.  “You’re bleeding.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”  Hank hissed as he settled next to his friend.  “Storm used the jet and was able to take out at least three of the Sentinels, but they kept coming.”

He only nodded, he had felt Storms lost, along with the rest of his team.  He hoped his past self, will find all of them, and give them homes instead of war.

Mystique sat down next to her brother, giving him a half smile.  “Any last requests?”

“I would like a hamburger.”  Beast chuckled, as he dug out the metal Star of David.  “You think there’s peace for us.”

“Yes.”  Charles reached into his uniform, pulling out the most precious item he carried.  A photo of him and Erik from their time in Paris. They were so carefree and happy, he rubbed his thumb over the top of the image, the spot was run down from all these years.  “It would seem we failed.”

“Don’t give out hope on Erik yet.”  Mystique reached over and took Charles’ hand.  “He will do what needs to be done.”

“And I’m sure in the grandest way possible.” Hank added, reaching over to put his hand on Charles’ knee.  “He will make this right, not to save the world, but for you Charles.”

He laid his head back against the altar, he was tempted to tap into Logan’s mind to see what’s going on, yet he knew Wolverine didn’t need the distraction.  He could feel Kitty was weakening, and Bobby was likely going to be their last defense. As powerful as the three of them were their mutations weren’t viable against the Sentinels.

He could hear the door melting, as the Sentinels breaking into their last refuge.

Charles closed his eyes, and selfishly dove into Logan’s mind he wanted to see Erik one last time, before he died.

He stood wearing an X-Men uniform, controlling two Sentinels, while destroying some metal box.  He used Logan to look over to see his younger self, he had always been turned on at the display of Erik’s Mutation.  His focus was back on his lover, he was in command of the situation and beautiful in his righteous fury.

<<Charles>>

He blinked in shock, he had no idea how Erik of then could feel him.

<<You’ve always been open to me Liebling.>>  He could feel the humorous chuckle, along with his exhaustion.  <<You sent Logan back to me. Trust me to fix this.>>

<<I love you>> He let go of the connection, feeling for the first time in decades at peace.

“I’m sorry.” Mystique held his hand tightly.  “I never said it. You lost him because of me, and I’m sorry.”

Charles pulled her into his arms, as they Sentinels started to burn through the door.

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<<You are no fun, Charles.>>

Erik glanced around at his team. “Show time.”  

They all grabbed onto Azazel, and ended up in the middle of chaos.  

Two of the Sentinels were hovering over the platform, while others were moving through the crowds.

Cars were turned over and debris was scattered everywhere.

The authorities were overwhelmed, not sure where to go or help.  Their weapons were useless against the machines. Eric noticed instantly, that one of the cops was being targeted, some fellow officers moved to help, while others fled the exposed Mutant and Sentinel.

“Azazel!” Erik pointed towards Logan, who was standing in front of families trying to get the Sentinel to follow him, instead on what it was focused on, considering the mom was hiding her daughter behind her, she knew exactly why it was targeting them.  “Get the kids out of here.”

He nodded zapped into the middle of the families, and after only a second of hesitation the mothers grabbed his hand and they were poofed away.

“Alex go after the one that’s heading out of the area.”  <<Really could’ve used that stadium, Charles>>

<<That would’ve really dented my Magneto Destruction budget>>

Erik glanced across the grass, eyes narrowing at his lover, who was smirking slightly.  He was staying close to Beast, and between the two of them they trying to usher military vets out of the area, though a portion of them were refusing to leave – defenders of their country no matter what.

“Darwin, stick with Alex, let’s hope if you can survive Shaw you can survive them.”  He waved his hand snagging the one that was heading for the White House. He pulled it back, feeling the strain.

<<Find the place between Rage and Serenity>>

With the rage of his people being hunted down, and the serenity of Charles surrounding him, he was able to yank it away from the building, dismantling it in the process, leaving parts all over the White House lawn.   He then went after the one closest to Charles, only to have a third aim straight for him. He dodge the bullets, cringing as one sliced across the top of his shoulder, two inches to the left, and Charles would’ve been a widow and likely bringing down the government in a fiery furry.

<<A little over dramatic darling.  Please be careful.>>

<<How many citizens have you mind whammied into leaving>>

<<More than I care to admit, what is with people who just don’t listen!>>

<<Where the fuck is Mystique?>>   He asked as he forced the Sentinel that attacked him up in the air then crashed it straight into the ground.  <<For that matter where is Trask?>>

<<Secret Service dragged them into the White House Panic Room>>

Erik glanced towards the White House, reaching out with senses and grinned as he felt the perfectly square metal box.  <<Good thing they made it out of metal.>>

***

Trask sat back in his chair, heaving from the run to the Oval Office.  He was right, this proved he was right. “See I told you they were dangerous.”

“Right now, the only thing keeping your Sentinels from killing American Citizens is those Mutants.”  One of the Generals snapped at him. “My own men can’t counter those things, what happens if they got out of control?”

“They aren’t designed to!”  Trask stood his full height, glaring up at the man.  “They only go after Mutants.”

“And what if that Mutant is a child?”  One of the Senators asked. “How is that going to look on the news, that your creation killed a child.”

The room was deadly silent, waiting for an answer, and Trask wasn’t even sure how to answer it.  The beeping from his detector caught everyone’s attention. “She’s here.”

Just then one of the Secret Service Agents, attacked those around him.  In a few swift moves they were down, and the Agent had a weapon pointing it directly at Trask, only to pull back when someone else was suddenly standing in front of him.

“Azazel!?” Mystique morphed into her natural form, staring at her lover in shock.  “Why are you defending him? He killed our friends!!”

“Because I know more about this situation, than you and this isn’t the right thing to do.”  He stood his ground, a sword in each hand ready to defend himself and Mystique if it came down to it.  He realized why they had to stop her, but he understood the desperate need to rip Trask’s head off.

“Charles is influencing you!”

“See I told you one of them could influence minds!” Trask pointed out to everyone in the room.  The very idea, that someone could get into another’s mind and make them do things was disturbing and should be eradicated!  Even the Mutant who wanted him dead, knew it!

“Little man, sit down and shut up.  I’m trying to do what’s right here, despite the fact I want to string you up by your toes and slice off your skin like you did my friend.”  Azazel growled at him, sending Trask further into the seat he was in. He then turned and looked at Mystique with the love he held for her even after the years apart.  “I came on my own, to talk to you. I want the same thing, I want the bastard dead for torturing our people, but you have to realize the consequence are far more grave and not worth your revenge.”

“I’m sorry Azazel I don’t agree…”

The room shook, knocking everyone off their feet.  In a flash Azazel was gone, he had done what he could, and it was now up to Erik to deal with her.  He zapped next to Charles, who gave him a soft smile and squeezed his arm. “She’s stubborn.”

“Runs in the family.”  Azazel looked around to see two Sentinels destroyed, one faltering as Alex and Darwin worked with officers to finish it off, and the last two Erik was controlling while yanking up the steal box.  “What do you need of me?”

“There’s some vets who are in wheelchairs, I’m not sure how Erik did it, but he has them secured behind some cars, get them out of the line of fire.  I can feel Erik’s exhaustion, he’s barely holding on to the last two.”

“Charles…”

“I’ll call you to get Mystique, she is still my sister, I will not see her in the hands of the human authorities.”  Charles assured him as he poofed away. The Professor tried not to laugh at the yelp, from the Veterans before they disappeared.

“Now what?”  Hank asked looking tired and slightly singed, there was blood flowing down his arm, matting his fur.  

Charles looked at him, then downwards to see a kid attached to his leg.  “We’re supposed to get them out of the area.”

“I tried, he was separated from his mother.  He’s got some interesting markings on his arms, I’m sure he’s a Mutant, so it was easier to keep him close at hand, than one of those things going after him.”   

Charles knelt down in front of the child.  “Hi.”

“I want my mommy.”  He held tighter onto Hank’s pant leg.

“We’ll find her.”  He did a quick dive into the child’s mind, to get a glimpse of what the mom looked like.  They had got seperated when the cops were pulling people out of the area, the young boy had tripped and reached for his mom when she got pulled away when one of the Sentinels went over, aiming directly for the child.  “I’m sure she’s worried for you.”

“Daddy left because of my markings.”

“Your daddy is an asshole.”  Hank muttered loud enough to get a glare from Charles.

“Your mom loves you very much.”  The kid nodded still digging his fingers into Hank’s pant leg.  “Stay with Hank here he’ll protect you.”

“Are you a superhero?”  He asked looking up at Beast, then over to Charles.

“No we’re just like you.”  

Charles stood and moved next to Hank, not soon after Logan made his way over, giving the kid a double take, but just shrugged keeping his claws out just in case.  

“It’s all or nothing.”  

<<Darling…>>

<<Not now Charles I’m trying to save the world.>>

Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Nineteen)

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Trask sat on the platform, eyes roaming over the crowd.  He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but his instinct told him that thing … that woman was out there.  He kept looking down at his alert, seeing if it was flashing red.

So far it had stayed quiet.

The President droned on about how the great government was doing all it could to make sure they protected the American People, from these Mutants.  

As if they single handedly came up with the Sentinels.  

He tried not to roll his eyes, but it was not shocking.  

Trask truly hadn’t expected credit for saving the world, but it would be nice to at least have his company mentioned in the building – he was after all trying to run a business.  His thoughts came to a startled stop as he glanced towards the President slightly shocked when his name and company was mentioned. With a humble smile, he waved to the crowd, ignoring the stares he was getting for his height.

It was then, he saw them.

The hippy, soldier, and kid.  The kid looked human again, he had studied the footage from Paris, watching his strength enhance with the blue fur, making him look like an animal … a Beast.

He glanced around wondering where Erik was, he was obviously the fighter in the group.  The man held himself above everyone, the way he used his Telekinetics to get what he wanted was blatant.  Trask admired him, in a way, the confidence that oozed off him would have men following him easily.

Which made him dangerous.

He glanced down at his indicator, when it started beeping.  There was a Mutant close to the stage, if not on it. Trask stood, holding out the device, until it landed on a Secret Service Agent.

“Mutant.”  He yelled, pointing towards the guard.  “It’s her I know it!”

Chaos erupted on the platform, Agents moved towards the President.  

Cops moved towards the platform to protect it.

<<Why are you doing this?>>

Trask shook his head, looking around panicking, before his gaze settled on the hippy, who was standing serene in all the chaos, two fingers tapping his temple.

<<All we want is to live our lives.  You have nothing to fear from us.>>

“They can influence our minds!” He yelled, hitting the activation button on the Sentinels, sending everyone into panic.

***

“Did you do that on purpose?”  Logan looked down at Charles, knowing full well that he was communicating to Trask.  He recognized the panicked look of suddenly hearing voices in your head.

“I was hoping he would listen, but if he decides to set the Sentinels off in a panic.”  Charles gave him a half shrug. “Mystique is on the stage, and she’s ignoring me completely.”

“Now what?”  Hank asked stepping back as the Sentinels came alive and started moving towards the crowds.

“Let Magneto show Mystique how it’s really done.”  Charles stared at one of the Secret Service Agents, as they moved the President and everyone else into the panic room in the White House.

“I take it back, you’re as vicious now as you were in the future.”  Logan slide his claws down, moving into a crouched position, ready for to attack – just as a Sentinel approached.

“Good move though.”  Hank furred, ready to fight.  He was done with hiding, and it was time the world saw that Mutants were not the enemy.  He took a step towards Charles ready to shove him back, as powerful the Professor was, he didn’t stand a chance against the machines.

“It’s called Chess, Hank.  You should play it sometime.”  

<<Darling.  Make your dramatic entrance.  Leave the stadium behind!>>

Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Eighteen)

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“So anyone else see the irony of a Jew, a Black Man, and a Juvenile Delinquent saving the world?”  Darwin gave his comrades a smirk.

“Who you calling Juvenile?” Alex hit him on the shoulder.  “War ages you man.”

“Unfortunately it does.”  Erik looked at the two men, then turn towards Azazel.  “I need you to get people out of the way, they will fight you, but win them over with your charming personality.”

“Da.”  He let out the Russian accent, smirking slightly.

“You are such an asshole.”  Erik laughed openly, soon the others joined in.  He sobered, and looked at them. “Don’t get dead.”

“For the sake of all humanity, you either.”  Alex patted him on the shoulder. “It’s time to show the world The Professors’ X-Men.  By the way, why aren’t we taking the jet?”

“Because we don’t want the government to know that we have better tech than they do,” Erik answered easily.  “Azazel get us to the baseball park, no I’m not going to rip it out.”

He gave his friend a look.  “Talk about scaring the natives.”

“Well it would’ve looked awesome, using America’s past time to trap the humans and sentinels together.”  He knew showmanship, Mystique still had a few things to learn if she was going to be over the top and absurd.  “But I promised Charles not to do too much damage.”

“So whipped.”  Azazel’s tale wrapped around his wrist, then reached out to the other two and they disappeared.