Salutations to you! I am The Bud, an old hand a long time ago here. Those whom

Had known me are probably gone and I haven't a clue of my old pass word. Anyways lets get to this, I hereby declare that I own no part in Marvel, nor any other facet of this story.
Changes That Time Sneaks So Slowly.
As you may well know, what you knew of this world and all that inhabit here, has ended. Not with a resounding pop nor the whispering of a gentle solar wind, but with a few words, shouting and some fire, albeit, altogether peaceful. I say No! This is merely a What If? A what could be and what might still, however, not now.
I am an observer from another time and a place as old as ancient can be. I have seen all and know much, not everything, not even an eternity will teach you, me, nor anyone save God himself everything. As an observer, one ponders the meaning of existence, maybe even the validity of some ones own being, people different than their brethren. The hunted, the persecuted, the proverbial freaks, if one will, At most times, the X-men and Ex-X-men. Their enemies, perhaps, but for now, lovers and former lovers to be sure. This is a story just starting for two in particular. Two sides of one of the greatest love story ever told in this Marvel of a world. Let us peek in, shall we?
We bring ourselves to an expansive brick building that has housed the most wonderful dreams and terrific tragedies to have befallen these new man kind. We see a tall, well built blond woman arguing with her husband, a tall man with brown hair and oddly missing his trade mark glasses.
"Scott!" She screams, " SHE cannot stay here!" Emma is this highly irate woman's name. She stole Scott Summers heart while he was a married man, And, who could blame her? Nearly white hair, clear blue eyes and a figure only money can buy. Summers had no chance.
"Emma, Be reasonable! She isn't here to try and gat me back!" Summers Yells back dodging a rather expensive dish thrown in heat. ." This institute was her home..." But he gets cut off at that.
"What! Don't even say it! " She prattles. "Miss perfect Jean Grey was here long before I was!" Emma shouts in her usual stuck up manner. " I stole you from her, I played with YOUR mind, YOU were innocent in our whole affair..." She paused. "You enjoyed every second of it, don't think I don't know you're using this to get UNDER MY SKIN you SICK BASTARD! Eghhuh!" She grunts as she heaves another object.
"Meg, How long have you been standing there!" Emma breathes as her Eldest daughter enters the kitchen seeking a bottle for the youngest Summers, Alex.
"You're the telepath! You tell me! Dad! Is it true? Were you married to that Grey woman? The one in the magazines?" Meg asked with tears welling in her eyes. "You two should be ashamed! Especially you Mom! You made us all mistakes! How could you!" Meg screams in adolescent fashion.
"Meg! GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" Scott booms at his daughter. "AND DON'T EVER TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT AGAIN"
"Like you care! You did this to that Grey woman! You could do it to us!
With that Scott Summers does something no man would normally do, at least not the rational man he's prided himself in being. He reacts, to fear perhaps more than anger. Fear that Meg is right. He lashes out at his daughter and bloodies her lip and nose. "Scott! Meg!" Emma gasps in disbelief, as she flies to her child's side. "I think it's broken! "
"Mom don't touch me" Megan cries as she runs, dripping blood as she goes.
"Hitting me is one thing, Scott, But Meg is a child!" Emma flairs as she sets to attack and is promptly beat down to her knees.
"I've only laid hand on you a few times and each time you deserved it!" Scott retorted snidely. "So what, are you an abused woman now?" As he placed his hands around Emma's neck. " I never had to hit Jean, why do I have to hit you"
"That is precisely as I would like to know !" A fast moving, furry and blue object belted out as his foot slams into the side of Scott's face. "Hitting a child! For shame! Now you need stitches too"
"You don't understand" Scott mumbled through his missing tooth and bloody mouth. "Why doesn't anyone understand me?" He rationalized. "This is all Jean's fault, It has to be"
"For marrying Logan, I presume?" Beast put blankly. " I'll stitch you up after I fix Meg, thus ward, I expect you should leave, the authorities have been notified"
"Good, because I'm pressing charges for assault." Scott spit out.
"Then let the jail fix you up. They're wonderful to child abusers this time of year." Beast quipped as he led Meg away to have her nose fixed and to tend to Emma.