They have become unhinged from time; they are heroes from different realities who must travel from one alternate reality to another, completing missions in order to repair the broken links in the chain of time. They are the Exiles and this is their fate.

Exiles Volume 1 #38 "Death and Promises"

Note: This story and the ones following it are apart of a fan fiction based series derived from my imagination. And were created because of my displeasure of what has happened to the Exiles since the King Hyperion arc. I claim no ownership of the characters featured within save the characters that are of my own creation.

Somewhere between here and now, on a far off planet that brought bad memories; the Exiles were gathered around a camp fire. TJ sat next to Kevin consoling him over Mariko's death. Calvin stood on the other side of the campfire with his back to them. Grimacing as he reflected on his failure. Heather sat next to Clarice, wondering what she was doing back with the team. While Illyana laid nearest the campfire with her jacket off looking in Calvin's direction.

After several moments of standing away from the woman he loved, Calvin walked toward her, and took her hand.

"Clarice, we need to talk," said Calvin, "now."

"A-all right," she said.

He picked her up and flew off into the distance leaving the others to talk amongst themselves.

---

Swiftly, Captain America brought his shield up repelling the attack of the Wrecker, and once he had an opening he slammed his shoulder into the bigger man's stomach, knocking him back.

Iron Man hovered mid-air with his own concerns, as he tried to gain an advantage in his test of strength with his enhanced arch-nemesis, Titanium Man.

"Is this the best you got, American?" said Titanium Man, "if so, then I am ashamed I lost to such a miserable weakling."

"Listen pal," said Iron Man, "you may think I'm a push over, but I'll prove to ya that I'm the real deal!"

With a powerful right cross, Titanium Man was caught flat footed, and now stood on the end of being beaten into submission by the armored avenger.

Spider-Man leaped across the hero base dodging energy blasts from Electro, Shocker, and the Living Laser. As soon as his feet found purchase, he sent globs of webbing into his pursuers' eyes causing them to recoil in disgust.

The Grey Hulk fought with the Abomination in a losing effort. No matter what trick he pulled his much stronger enemy would plow right through it.

"Give up yet, Hulk?"

"Let me think on it," said the Hulk, "I'll get back to ya."

---

Illyana turned to Heather and a smile played on her lips. She rubbed her washboard stomach, and then motioned for Heather to come over, but she refused. So, Illyana got up and sat beside Heather.

"C'mon," said Illyana, "it'll be fun."

"Not interested," said Heather, as she got up and went over to sit by TJ and Kevin.

Illyana sat there for a few moments before walking back over to her spot, and grabbing her jacket. She used her mutant power, and teleported away from the rest of the team.

---

Calvin found a nice secluded spot to land, and set Clarice down. He offered to give his shirt to her so she could keep warm, but she refused.

"Look, Clarice," said Calvin, "I missed you, and I love you."

She sighed, and looked away from him. "I'm not sure if I feel the same anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that things have changed," she said, "we agreed it was over between us, and after I got home I thought -- I thought things would be different."

"But it wasn't?" he asked.

"No," she said, "it wasn't."

Calvin lowered his head, "Look, I know it's not easy being back, but if you want to take back the reigns; I'm fine with it."

"I don't want to be in charge of our group; you can have it."

He looked at her, and then lowered his eyes. Illyana appeared and walked up to him, grabbing his butt as she passed by.

"What are you two doing out here?" she asked.

"None of your business," he said, pointing a finger in her face. "So, leave us alone."

"I think I'll leave you two alone," said Clarice, as she teleported away.

"See what you did," said Calvin; but, he paused when she kissed the side of his finger, and started rubbing her cheek against it. "What are you doing?"

"I want you, now."

She bit her bottom lip, as she rubbed her stomach, and then played with the string of her pants.

"I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, Illyana," he said, taking to the air. "Just go back to the others; I'll be back there in a while."

The playful smirk on her face turned into a frown, and she walked through one of her portals to appear right beside Clarice.

"He's mine," she said.

"Have him," said Clarice.

"I would, but he's stuck on you."

"Too bad, 'cause he and I are through."

"Listen bitch," said Illyana, as she manifested her soul sword. "If you get in my way I will cut out your heart."

"Fuck you."

Illyana glared at her, but dispelled her sword.

"You're not my type, bitch."

As she walked away, Clarice clenched her teeth, and then used one of her spacial warps to get back to the team.

---

Calvin soared through the air looking over the barren terrain, and he could see the bodies lying among the sands. It didn't take long for him to realize what was going on, and the tallus entered his thoughts imparting the grave mission they were to perform. A secret war was happening in this reality, just like the one he participated in; only the heroes were on the edge of defeat. He closed his eyes, but opened them when he felt a weak telepathic signal. He used his experience with telepathy to draw himself to the source, and there he found Professor Xavier lying in a pool of his own blood. His wheel chair crushed, and his legs pulped. Calvin landed beside him.

"Professor," said Calvin, as he lifted the Professor's head up gently. "Oh god..."

"C-Calvin," he said, "I thought Sabertooth killed you, my son."

"I got better professor," he said, with a softer tone. "Who do this to you?"

"Eric, he -- he was lured in by Doom's mad plan; there's nothing more any of us can do to stop them."

"I wouldn't bet on that," he said, as his flesh became organic metal. "Hold on Professor, I will get you help."

"No, my time is done; take my powers, and use them wisely..."

Suddenly a rush of thoughts, feelings, and expressions entered Calvin's mind. He could see everything that the heroes and villains see, and feel what they felt. And for a moment he almost succumbed to madness, but the sheer strength of his will and training in the use of psionic powers allowed him to rein his new power set in. When he opened his eyes the Professor was dead, and it was early morning. He looked around and his senses told him that the Professor had been dead for hours.

He rose up; looking around at this reality's version of his teammates remains, and flew off toward the villains headquarters.

---

Thor cut a swath through the villains in his path; his righteous anger could be felt across the entire hero base. With massive bursts of lightning he shorted out all of the Ultron drones that Ultron and Doom had whipped up, and threw his hammer so hard and fast that it pulped the real Ultron's head. When the hammer returned, the god of thunder deflected an eldritch blast from Loki into Venom causing the creature to writhe in agony. With his free hand, and Mjolnir's aid in controlling his power, he drew a large slab of concrete into his open hand, and tossed it as his twisted half-brother.

"Die wicked one, for your deeds earn eternal infamy!"

The slab cracked against Loki's head causing him to spit up blood, and lose focus, allowing the angry thunderer to bring his wrath down on his despicable, adopted kin.

---

Clarice looked at the others who were staring at the campfire, which died out. It was morning, and Calvin didn't return. Inquisitive looks were cast, but none of the team believed there was foul play. Kevin turned his hand into a giant hammer, and slammed the ground.

"So, where is our bozo of a leader?"

"Calm down, Kevin," said Heather, as she rubbed his shoulder. "Remember what we talked about."

"Yeah, I do."

His hand returned to its normal shape, and he rubbed the back of his neck, "We need him to know what our mission is."

"It's simple," said a voice from above.

The others looked up, and saw the Timebroker appear as a spectral manifestation in the sky.

"Whoa," said Kevin, as his eyes bulged. "That's new!"

"What is it?" said Clarice, "where's Calvin?"

"He is making a misguided judgment that will affect you all; that is if you don't hurry."

They looked amongst one another, and then listened as the timebroker quickly explained.

---

Sabertooth stood over the dead body of Kitty Pride, and pulled his pants back up with a satisfied grin on his face; however, that grin melted away when he picked up a peculiar scent.

"Rankin?" he said.

An optic blast marked his arrival; a blast so powerful it sent Sabertooth flying into the extraterrestrial generator that the heroes used to power their equipment. The massive shock the serial killer got was enough to badly burn him. When he fell to the floor, Calvin knelt beside him, and popped his claws.

"This is for Kitty, Ororo, and Betsy!" he said, before severing Sabertooth's head from his body.

The Lizard crept out from one the corners where he was hiding, and saw Calvin standing over Sabertooth. He leaped at the former X-Men, but found himself on the end of three, one foot long claws.

"I smelled you before I entered here," Calvin said softly, "die."

Lizard was dropped to the floor, and Calvin searched out the villain base with his senses looking for the man he was really after.

"Come out, I know you are here, Doom."

Dragon Man dropped from the ceiling and roared, but he was silenced with quick optic blast through his chest.

"I'm getting bored, Doom!"

He continued taking in all the information his senses provided, and walked through the corridors until he entered a room with sand. By the time he realized what he had stepped on it was too late, Sandman had engulfed him.

"Time for you to die pretty boy," said Sandman.

Calvin started to adjust under the weight of the sand, and was working out his strategy when the sand disappeared. He looked around before spotting his teammates.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Preventing you from making a mistake," said Heather.

"I don't know," said Illyana, "I kinda like him like this."

"You would," said Clarice.

"Shut up you two," said Kevin.

"I don't need you guys telling me what to do," he said, "I have a mission to complete."

"But not the mission we were given, Calvin," said Heather, as she walked toward him. "You know you that I want nothing more to help you, but there is more to this situation then our needs."

Dr. Doom shimmered into appearance, and laughed at the sight before him.

"So, a little troupe is gathered to stop me; but, alas they have arrived far too late."

Calvin turned firing an optic blast before making eye contact with the Latverian ruler. The beam bounced harmlessly off of his energy field, and he laughed some more.

"Is that the best you have?" he asked, "I expected better from the world's heroes."

Doom narrowed his eyes; however, when he took notice of the person who challenged him.

"You, I have met you before," he said; his eyes latticed with energy.

"No, I don't think you have, but you will remember me."

"Calvin, don't," said Heather.

"Forget it, Heather; lunk head is just going to get another of us killed," said Kevin.

Doom's eyes widened when the name brought recognition of who he faced.

"I saw you die," he said; his eyes pulsing with energy. "I saw to it myself!"

"You failed," Calvin said.

"NO!" said Doom, "Doom is beyond the capabilities of human imperfection!"

Just then, Thor came through the roof in a state of warrior's madness, and charged at the Latverian monarch. Calvin went to help him, but Heather in her Sasquatch form grabbed him just as they teleported from that reality.

Next Issue: On the other hand

EXILED: Because I was dissatisfied with my original run, and due to my growth as a writer; I decided to re-write my Alternate Exiles from #38 up to #48. I don't know if I will continue the series behind the ten issues that I stopped the series at; it really depends on my interest, and how much available time I have on my hands; plus, you the readers' response.

-Mimick