Authors Note: Ok, Like Wild Side, this is based on old X-men with a few
changes. Warren has his feathered wings back but is not blue. I hated the
whole blue and blonde look and I'm not a big fan of him in the first place
(as, I'm sure, readers of my other story could tell). I'm altering the time
line because I was not really reading the X-men during the whole Antarctic
trial and when Betsy started teleporting (walking through shadows-whatever
that means). I have, however, read a lot of fanfiction about the trial so I
think I've got the basics. If not, oh well.
This is, therefore, AU and this is how I'm handling it. I'm following the X- men and Uncanny X-men series up to a little after Psylocke and Revanche went to find out why they switched bodies and maybe a bit beyond that as I reread a lot of my old issues. Also, in this AU, Psylocke does not teleport. The trial was held in Eric the Red's fortress, Warren defended Remy until the 'he gathered the Marauders' bit came up, the fortress started to come down, the X-men reached the Blackbird ok except for Remy (who was hampered by his restraints) and Rogue (who yelled that she would grab Remy but returned to the Blackbird empty-handed, saying he was already dead).
Several months later, Remy returns (no green mist rescue thing, though). Rogue's furious. Warren's furious. Scott's trying to hold the team together. Remy is asked to move to the boathouse. His empathy is still a secret (as far as most people know). Betsy and Warren are dating. Scott and Jean are dating (of course). I'm not completely sure who was and was not there at the time so I'm sticking with the main characters (for now)
Anyway-Required Disclaimer- I don't own the characters, this is for my amusement and hopefully others will like it. I like reviews and feedback but I'll write with or without them as long as I'm enjoying what I'm writing.
Lastly-WARNING This work will contain smut, cursing, and violence. It is R for a reason.
Thank you
P.S. I'm not sure about the title, so if someone thinks of a better one...
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Chapter One
Betsy was watching from an upstairs window as the lean trench coat covered figure made his way slowly to the boathouse. His shoulders were more bowed and broken than she had ever seen them and no wonder. He had lost everything. She had not been any better when she had lost her eyes to Slaymaster, her freedom to Mojo, or her mind and body to Matsuo's machinations. Then there was the time when Revanche had first shown up. The look of betrayal in the eyes of the others as a woman wearing Betsy's British body stood there and convinced them Betsy was an imposter, that she was a spy sent to destroy the X-men from within. Even Logan had not defended her, pointing out instead that both of the supposed Betsys seemed to be right. So, both she and Revanche had been forced to prove their case, the others standing in judgement.
Jean had been the worst of the lot. She had declared Scott's lust for Betsy was proof of Revanche's accusations. She had accused Betsy of actively trying to seduce Scott as part of her role as a spy, a plant, for Matsuo and his assassin organization, the Hand. Betsy's eyes still narrowed in anger when she remembered the whole scene. It was not Betsy's fault that Scott lusted after women other than her wife. Actually, according to mansion history, Jean had no room to complain, stringing along both Scott and Logan for years. The woman was not above flirting with Bobby, Hank, or Warren, even though the blonde was dating Betsy now.
That was another annoyance to the British born psionic. He was becoming more and more distant later. The return of Remy had brought about almost an obsession in the man that Betsy could not understand. She could understand anger that Remy had brought them together, but not the depth of hatred the winged mutant felt toward the returned thief. That was probably why he spent so much more time with Bobby, Rogue, and his other friends. Perhaps they sympathized with him more than she could. Old friends could be like that.
The sky had begun to rain once again, reflecting Storm's mood. The woman had become more and more withdrawn since Remy's return, as likely to snarl and snap as she was to smile sadly or offer a friendly greeting. Storm won leadership over the Marauder's victims, the Morlocks, years ago but had become very close to Remy after the Siege Perilous. It had to be hard on the woman. The others gave her wide berth and gentle understanding, even a shoulder to cry on if needed.
Betsy could understand all of that but she could also understand the pain of the thief walking alone and rejected. What would she have given for acceptance, trust, or loyalty when Revanche had arrived with her stinging accusations? It would not have even needed to be that much. It would have alleviated so much of the pain she still bore if just one of them had given her, their established teammate, a non-judgmental ear, the chance to talk, even just a kind word, instead of ostracizing both her and Revanche. It still hurt and she could not turn to Warren for help to alleviate the pain this time. He was in too much pain from his own feelings, his own demons.
Betsy leaned her head against the glass. Well, her mother had always said the best way to help yourself was to help another. The telepath could not help any of those in the mansion. Old friends and family were already comforting those who needed it, giving them more than she could give or that they would accept from her. However, there was one person she could help. One person she could give what had not been given to her.
Turning away, she grabbed her coat and purse before quickly exiting the mansion.
This is, therefore, AU and this is how I'm handling it. I'm following the X- men and Uncanny X-men series up to a little after Psylocke and Revanche went to find out why they switched bodies and maybe a bit beyond that as I reread a lot of my old issues. Also, in this AU, Psylocke does not teleport. The trial was held in Eric the Red's fortress, Warren defended Remy until the 'he gathered the Marauders' bit came up, the fortress started to come down, the X-men reached the Blackbird ok except for Remy (who was hampered by his restraints) and Rogue (who yelled that she would grab Remy but returned to the Blackbird empty-handed, saying he was already dead).
Several months later, Remy returns (no green mist rescue thing, though). Rogue's furious. Warren's furious. Scott's trying to hold the team together. Remy is asked to move to the boathouse. His empathy is still a secret (as far as most people know). Betsy and Warren are dating. Scott and Jean are dating (of course). I'm not completely sure who was and was not there at the time so I'm sticking with the main characters (for now)
Anyway-Required Disclaimer- I don't own the characters, this is for my amusement and hopefully others will like it. I like reviews and feedback but I'll write with or without them as long as I'm enjoying what I'm writing.
Lastly-WARNING This work will contain smut, cursing, and violence. It is R for a reason.
Thank you
P.S. I'm not sure about the title, so if someone thinks of a better one...
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Chapter One
Betsy was watching from an upstairs window as the lean trench coat covered figure made his way slowly to the boathouse. His shoulders were more bowed and broken than she had ever seen them and no wonder. He had lost everything. She had not been any better when she had lost her eyes to Slaymaster, her freedom to Mojo, or her mind and body to Matsuo's machinations. Then there was the time when Revanche had first shown up. The look of betrayal in the eyes of the others as a woman wearing Betsy's British body stood there and convinced them Betsy was an imposter, that she was a spy sent to destroy the X-men from within. Even Logan had not defended her, pointing out instead that both of the supposed Betsys seemed to be right. So, both she and Revanche had been forced to prove their case, the others standing in judgement.
Jean had been the worst of the lot. She had declared Scott's lust for Betsy was proof of Revanche's accusations. She had accused Betsy of actively trying to seduce Scott as part of her role as a spy, a plant, for Matsuo and his assassin organization, the Hand. Betsy's eyes still narrowed in anger when she remembered the whole scene. It was not Betsy's fault that Scott lusted after women other than her wife. Actually, according to mansion history, Jean had no room to complain, stringing along both Scott and Logan for years. The woman was not above flirting with Bobby, Hank, or Warren, even though the blonde was dating Betsy now.
That was another annoyance to the British born psionic. He was becoming more and more distant later. The return of Remy had brought about almost an obsession in the man that Betsy could not understand. She could understand anger that Remy had brought them together, but not the depth of hatred the winged mutant felt toward the returned thief. That was probably why he spent so much more time with Bobby, Rogue, and his other friends. Perhaps they sympathized with him more than she could. Old friends could be like that.
The sky had begun to rain once again, reflecting Storm's mood. The woman had become more and more withdrawn since Remy's return, as likely to snarl and snap as she was to smile sadly or offer a friendly greeting. Storm won leadership over the Marauder's victims, the Morlocks, years ago but had become very close to Remy after the Siege Perilous. It had to be hard on the woman. The others gave her wide berth and gentle understanding, even a shoulder to cry on if needed.
Betsy could understand all of that but she could also understand the pain of the thief walking alone and rejected. What would she have given for acceptance, trust, or loyalty when Revanche had arrived with her stinging accusations? It would not have even needed to be that much. It would have alleviated so much of the pain she still bore if just one of them had given her, their established teammate, a non-judgmental ear, the chance to talk, even just a kind word, instead of ostracizing both her and Revanche. It still hurt and she could not turn to Warren for help to alleviate the pain this time. He was in too much pain from his own feelings, his own demons.
Betsy leaned her head against the glass. Well, her mother had always said the best way to help yourself was to help another. The telepath could not help any of those in the mansion. Old friends and family were already comforting those who needed it, giving them more than she could give or that they would accept from her. However, there was one person she could help. One person she could give what had not been given to her.
Turning away, she grabbed her coat and purse before quickly exiting the mansion.