Author's Notes: Another day another story; I hope that all of you following this tale will enjoy it quite immensly as we finally reach the slam bang action packed ending to the long-going Crisis on Earth 929 story. A pleasent diversion from the dark future that soon awaits our protagonist; indeed it shall be a future that may prove in doubt for certain things, I just you'll enjoy it and R&R people please the more reviews I get the faster I update and the sooner you discover just what this Final Chaos entails. And so without further elucidation I begin the tale...

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners I make no claims to owning any of them save for Alain Desrochers of Earth Prime, Alain Desrochers of Earth 929, Talia of Earth 929, Amy Cheleries Desrochers and that's it. Like Brootherhood Vs. The Sinister Six this story can be expected to get a tad adult in nature near the ending hence the Mature rating. If anyone finds such things offensive or if it does in fact contradict the rules of then by all means let me know and I shall remove the offensive material. However the story is the way that it is; it can not be changed, therefore I'll apologize in advance to any who lose faith in my story telling abilities because of the darker and adult nature of said tale/story. Anyway; let's get on with this, behold Chapter One: Meetings of the Mind.


I sighed as I sipped my cherry coke, one of the only drinks I could get in this run down little café; who ever said being a spy would be fun should be shot, the listening device itched something awful too reminding me to short circuit Mainframe next time I saw him. Someone approached my table from behind and to the left of me, invisible to anyone without periphery sensors; the beauteous young assassin Marissa Fairborn took a seat across from me and I offered a friendly smile of greeting. She failed to respond to my gesture and flipped a portfolio across the table ensuring it would slide face up; opening it I quickly scanned over the words and images presented, my eyes widened slightly and a low growl escaped my lips.

"Inform our friend this has proven most insightful and offer my thanks." I stated preparing to leave. "Oh and one more thing before I go; as promised you won't have to worry anymore about stolen prototypes." I added before tossing the cash down for the check; her eyes narrowed slightly and I smirked. "Keep in touch." I finished with a cocky little wave of my hand; then I took off, Cobra had just afforded me a very useful bundle of information, now there was only one problem… How to find Darkholme.


Talia smiled as she slowly left the café returning her sunglasses to her face; Cobra had performed marvelously and now he knew of their powers and names, but not their true names. That was a surprise he'd find out in due course; for the time being Darkholme better get that Infinity Engine without any problems, meanwhile she had a gathering of villains to see to. The time was rapidly drawing closer; soon this universe would be hers to rule, hers to control and she could have any man she chose… Perhaps she'd think about keeping Rutherford around for her own amusement; he looked like he could handle himself in bed, and maybe he'd turn out to be just as kinky as her own Darkholme was.


Roma watched the crystal darken completely; she frowned slightly as the color faded leaving a perpetually obsidian crystalline structure in place of the healthy one she'd held not so very long ago.

"This does not bode well." Saturnyne remarked softly. "Perhaps you should have entrusted the job to one of the locals of Earth Six Hundred Sixteen." She added dispassionately.

"He will succeed." Roma countered clutching the crystal to her bosom and willing it to heal.

"Your faith in that one will be our undoing." Saturnyne countered self-assuredly; Roma shook her head a tiny smile tugging the corner of her lips.

"You are wrong Majestrix; and I look forward to seeing the expression on your face when he tips the balance back to its' proper scales." She stated; Saturnyne closed her eyes.

"I pray you are right this time Mistress." She whispered so as not to be heard; silently Q watched the events transpiring, unknown to him others watched as well including a certain War God and a certain being known as Death, a lot was riding on the outcome of these events and they were most curious indeed… But only time could truly tell if the chosen hero would actually pull through.

Crisis on Earth 929
Final Chaos

"What was that about?" Lady Jaye demanded as we rode back to West Chester and Xavier's mansion. "Keep in touch, and you didn't even try to get her to open up about Cobra." She added snarkily; I shook my head as I tore the listening device off.

"Why bother? She wasn't going to say anything; and besides this is far more important." I returned holding up the dossier; in it were detailed information on the current presumed whereabouts of a being named Darkholme, though there were no images so I had no idea what he might look like.

"That's no excuse." Lady Jaye shot back reaching for the dossier; I moved it out of reach wagging a finger at her in the process.

"Not so fast; you can analyze this after I've committed it to memory." I stated opening it and promptly speed reading; it took me three point five seconds, the GIJoe team with me were clearly impressed. "I trust you'll be able to find Darkholme." I added after finishing passing it to Gung Ho; the Cajun smirked.

"I doubt we won't have any problems Rutherford." He returned. "If Cobra does keep in touch…" He continued only to be halted by my raised hand.

"I know the drill." I returned resting my head back and closing my eyes; Primus was it ever a long day, Suicide had kept me waiting longer then I would have anticipated I was going to be late for Josie's session. The plain looking sedan pulled up to the expansive grounds not long after the conversation died down and I left my, somewhat, allies heading for my temporary home. Entering the foyer I visibly relaxed letting the pent up trepidations; groundless though they may be, slip aside and revealing the true extent of my exhaustion. If I had paid more attention I probably wouldn't have bumped into the person blocking my path, but after all I'm still only human.

"Well, well look what just walked in; another runt." A very malicious sounding voice announced as the individual hefted me to eye level; I balked under that psychotic glare and feral grin for a moment my brain still fighting to catch up with this unexpected development.

"Down boy, we're not here to pick fights." A second man chastised coming into view, this one was easily identified as Avalanche; although he looked a little thinner since last I saw him.

"Did I get off at the wrong gates, or maybe pass through one of those rifts in the space time continuum Captain Janeway was always talking about?" I wondered jokingly as Sabertooth put me back on my feet; he looked identical to his movie version, Earth nine twenty-nine seemed to borrow heavily from all over the alternate universe spectrum.

"No, the Brotherhood had come seeking aid." Charles stated at last rolling into view Wolverine at his side and looking a little on edge.

"Oh joy house guests; break out the fine china and let's all have some tea and crumpets." I quipped in a British tone, these things happen and there's nothing I can do about it; I just love to joke and tease too much time spent reading Spider-Man I think.

"Laugh it up shorty and I'll be picking my teeth with one of your finger bones." Sabertooth snarled.

"Such hostility, is that any way to treat a fellow brother?" A new voice asked from the reading room to our right; Creed growled low in his throat and headed over to the only man who seemed capable of keeping him under control. He was sitting on the couch, a gorgeous looking brunette at his side and Jean and Scott eyeing him warily from across the room.

"He ain't a mutant, he smells different." Creed muttered stalking back and forth behind the couch like some kind of caged animal.

"How observant." I stated sarcastically moving to sit on the only chair left vacant. "Though not a true genetic mutation I would consider myself a mutant nonetheless. Artificial though my mutation may be, it is still a mutation where my home realities' people are concerned." I added my eyelids drooping slightly; really rotten timing I hadn't regenerated since the night Rogue and I… Made love, I was very nervous at the prospect that something bad might come of it; fortunately I still had Tony's solar battery to keep me going.

"Very true mister Rutherford, our own Wolverine was artificially augmented after all and he is still a mutant." Erik Lensherr remarked casually sipping a cup of tea.

"Erik has just finished telling us about some rather odd occurrences." Xavier revealed eyeing me with some concern; most likely picking up on my utter exhaustion.

"Yes, Darkholme and his little game between you and the Sinister Six." I stated startling all those without psychic powers in the room; Creed stomped up to me and snarled.

"How do you know about that?" He demanded knuckles cracking.

"A little Snake told me." I replied eyes flaring with the rage that comes from almost an entire week without regeneration.

"I don't quite follow." Erik admitted eyeing me with curiosity.

"Let's just say I have an understanding with a certain unholy organization and leave it at that." I elaborated with a world weary smile, the brunette's eyes flared in understanding and she whispered in his ear.

"Ah I see, you surprise me Rutherford I wouldn't think you to be the type." Erik stated eliciting another smile as a familiar thought emerged at the forefront of my mind.

"Spiders spin their webs, but I spin them larger, yesssss." I quoted with a quirky little smirk; gotta love the treacherous and oftentimes brilliant masterminding of the Predacon leader on the Beast Wars television show, especially with such memorably written lines.

"I doubt that fits the context of the situation." Xavier indicated with the barest wisp of a smile.

"True, but I've always enjoyed miscellaneous quoting." I stated drawing one of the empty cups to my hand and pouring some of the tea for myself; I really shouldn't have considering I lacked the taste for the beverage, but I was thirsty.

"Impressive display of power, you are truly gifted Rutherford." Erik stated eyeing me with something akin to respect.

"More then you can imagine." I muttered sipping at the tea; the sound of the front door opening alerted all to the presence of a newcomer.

"Hey Professah, is Al back?" Rogue asked catching sight of Xavier from the foyer, but obviously missing me due to my position.

"Of course my love." I replied with a warm smile; she joined us temporarily taken aback by the Brotherhood's presence. "How did it go?" I asked eager to learn what she had to report.

"You were right, Toad is underground and the Lizard is with him." She replied eliciting a smile from me as my hand hovered over my heart for a brief few moments.

"Good I owe that twisted little man back for breaking my heart." I stated with a dark sneer on my lips; Rogue squeezed my shoulder to remind me that we had company present and I lost the gleam in my optics.

"He got you good." Avalanche agreed with a chuckle; I snarled under my throat and grabbed the man with my tendrils wrapping them around his scrawny neck.

"Metal in flesh is very painful would you like a personal demonstration?" I demanded my eyes flaring with anger; Avalanche shook his head negatively and I released him. "Good, I'd hate to lose a valuable ally."

"A most impressive specimen indeed." Erik remarked; I suddenly felt very odd and my mind seemed torn between absolute rage and exhaustion, part of me wondered if that was how the Hulk felt on occasion. Leaping to my feet and sending the cup crashing to the floor tea seeping into the carpet; I began to pace back and forth itching to do something, anything to leach off this pent up emotion. Xavier sighed as he looked to Logan for some aid.

"Kilowatt you ok?" He wondered; I hissed in growing frustration.

"Not as such, I'm…" I trailed off glancing over at Rogue for a moment before resuming my cagey activity.

"He has much on his mind." Xavier revealed eliciting a nod from me.

"Playing in my mind again." I began with a snarl. "How compassionate of you." I muttered energy beginning to crackle at my fingertips.

"We've got to calm him down." Xavier informed the Brotherhood, Sabertooth smiled ferally and was about to leap at me when Rogue moved to block his path.

"When's the last time yah regenerated?" She demanded causing me to wince at the sharpness of her tone.

"Uh; not since… Well you know." I replied as low as possible glancing down at my feet as at last some semblance of calm managed to beat back the demons.

"Haven't yah slept?" She wondered in obvious concern.

"I've; ah… Been avoiding it, pumping up my adrenaline and having loads of caffeine." I replied sheepishly shuffling my feet.

"I see; any specific reason besides the obvious?" She pried obviously getting me to slowly calm down further with all the talking, but her soothing tone wasn't truly enough. I turned my back on her and began to pace again not willing to speak about it any further in front of everyone else; she would not be so easily dismissed however and reached out to grab my shoulder. "Don't yah turn your back on mah." She snapped forcing me back around to face her.

"I can handle this." I retorted pushing her hand aside and removing her glove in the process

"Obviously yah can't." She countered grabbing my wrist with her bare hand and squeezing hard enough to break bone.

"So you're going to calm me down with pain, that'll work real well." I quipped sarcastically; she smiled knowingly and began to haul me away.

"You're goin' tah bed." She stated firmly.

"And you intend to get me there how?" I wondered breaking free of her grasp effortlessly.

"Ah aim tah get yah there even if Ah have tah beat yah within an inch of your life." She replied glaring at me; I felt my body tense up as though I was going to hit her and then an invading presence struck me down.

"Daddy what have you been doing?" Amy demanded taking me by complete surprise; she'd been quiet so long I'd forgotten she was still at Jerrica's.

"Amy." I called out the fight fading away as her more rested mind managed to overcome the instinctive needs of my own. "I'm sorry." I added lowering my head in shame. "But…" I continued now speaking more to Amy then the others.

"No buts'; go to bed Daddy, you need your rest." She returned telepathically; I sighed loudly and slumped into total defeat and relaxation.

"You have done well, the both of you." I admitted through a weary yawn. "Lead the way my angel of the night." I whispered eyeing Rogue with nothing save love; she blushed and grabbed my arm again this time running her fingers up and down in a caring gesture. We were gone quickly and without so much as another word, Sabertooth and Avalanche eyeing my retreating form in complete bewilderment; and perhaps a tad envious.

"She touched him and nothing happened." Avalanche blurted dumbfounded.

"I wouldn't exactly say that." Mystique countered eyeing the now vacant entranceway curiously.

"That little runt is one lucky bastard." Sabertooth remarked with a twisted grin.

"Yes, a most remarkable man indeed." Erik observed yet again resuming the consumption of his tea as if nothing unusual had occurred.


Norman Osborn entered his private sanctum after his aggravatingly prolonged meeting with the representative from Extensive Enterprises; their proposition was intriguing, but hardly profitable in the long run. He glared at the images of Rutherford which had been presented to himself on several separate occasions; there was one of him in Los Angeles, one of him with the X-Man bitch Rogue, one of him in Portland of all places and one of him which looked like a security photo from some place he didn't recognize. Spider-Man and Spider-Girl had disrupted his recent plans to finally exact vengeance for his slight those many weeks ago at the Stark affair; without warning a ringing from the phone on his desk startled him from his train of thought before he could even begin.

"Hello." He greeted careful of his tone, he didn't want whoever was on the other end to know how angry he was at this interruption.

"Osborn I have a situation that could develop into a larger problem for us all if not taken care of." The all too familiar baritone of Wilson Fisk stated from the other end.

"And why should I help you, what possible reason on this planet could there be to help the man who ruined my life on two separate occasions?" Osborn demanded his disgust and hatred for this man leaking through his words as though they could strike him down dead.

"Harry won't have Oscorp if you decline, in fact the world will cease to exist and you won't have your precious revenge against Spider-Man." Fisk returned with a knowing smile; though it went unseen by Osborn, Norman's eyes flared and he gripped the receiver so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"I'll be right over for the complete details." He hissed before slamming the receiver down; again it would appear Rutherford would have to wait, and the longer this took to be completed the angrier Norman would be in the end.


On the opposite end of the call Fisk turned to those already assembled with a smile that sent shivers down some of their spines; though admittedly not many, Fisk had that way about him when a plan was coming together.

"It worked." He stated redundantly.

"This plan of yours better succeed Fisk, I am most displeased with how things went with the Brotherhood and Darkholme." Octavius warned his extra limbs flailing oh so slightly with his rage.

"Understandably so Octavius; I too am infuriated with our previous business arrangement, but rest assured this time we shall not fail." The Kingpin proclaimed pounding his fist into the table to emphasize the point.


Observing these events the lithe scantly clad woman smiled beneath her mask before she maneuvered out of sight from the windows of Fisk's current lair; her new master would be most pleased to hear that everything was going according to plan, these manipulative, duplicitous individuals were as easy to mold as clay. Zipping out a web-line she swung out over Manhattan and soon vanished unobserved by all save perhaps Uatu the Watcher; if he was at all interested in this lone individual, Arachnia swung along quickly so intent on her destination she missed spotting the lone individual on a roof not so far away.

"We have found one at last." She whispered darkly. "Shall we engage or wait?" She wondered to herself, themselves; for this was the long missing Carnage symbiote with a new host now that Kasady was dead. "Wait." They finally decided shifting positions and finding a more comfortable arrangement.

To Be Continued; The adventure has only just begun and the title is most appropriate; for indeed Chaos is the watchword of the day... Join us next time for the continuing adventures of Allan Rutherford on Earth 929.