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Title:
Reflections Chapter 2
Summary:
I love X-Treme title. This is just a small work to show what Storm would think
of the change that occurred within the friends she left behind and things in
general.
As for myself,
I am wondering about the direction my life has taken. A fair amount of my life
had been spent fighting one villain after another, fighting bigots, living on the
run on more than one occasion. After 2 years of tracking down Destiny's diaries
I became accustomed to a different kind of life. It is still dangerous but I
managed to see what is it like to live in some sort of semblance of normality.
I found out that most humans especially outside USA knew very little of
mutants. Most of them were willing to learn more and give us a chance.
We (the team) did fun things together, saw
movies, and went to clubs, argued over books and theatre. We actually got along
with each other with minimum amount of friction. Spain was something of a new
beginning for us; some lost loved ones like Thunderbird some gained each other
like Bishop and Rogue.
Those two, who would have
thought! They argued a great deal, they still do it fairly often. She - the
former terrorist and rogue; he - the law-abiding cop. The more they argued the
more they found in common with each other. He taught her to take responsibility
for her actions and she in turn taught to be a bit more free and relaxed. Them
getting together affected Gambit greatly, although resistant to the idea at
first he gradually accepted it. Rogue and him will always love each other and
share a great bond but their paths were not meant to be together. Maybe the
Bright lady intended it that way.
All this time
taught me that there maybe is another way to promote peaceful human-mutant
relations. The amount of mutants turning up all over the world has prompted
United Nation and several other organizations to start campaigning for laws for
mutants as well as organizing relief and support centers for them. Thanks to our affiliation with Interpol
through Bishop and our friendship with high-ranking officials of Spain we have
been invited to participate in one of those projects. We have yet to decide on
whether to accept it.
To accept the invitation
means that we have to leave the mansion yet again, this time probably to never
return as X-Men. That bothers me, being an X-Man means more to me than being
part of a group of people who try to promote peaceful human-mutant relations, I
belong, I am part of one family who loves me, cares for me, picks me up when I
am down and cheers me up when I need it most. To leave it again would probably
be the most difficult thing I have ever done. Yet the prospect of taking up the
invitation thrills me more than I care to admit. I feel that we would better
serve the dream of peaceful co-existence by participating in projects such as
these rather than fight.
At least the insurance companies will agree with me on this. The
amount of damage inflicted during many of our battles is staggering. That
brings me to an odd thought. Does Mr Sinister have insurance? If he does, how
would the company get the letter through to him informing him that his premium
went up: "Dear Dr Essex…." And how would he claim for his numerous
laboratories. I just think he insures his Marauder clones for a hefty sum. One
way to get to him, find out what company he is insured with. The idea is so
ridiculous that I burst out laughing. Now THAT had startled Jubilee, I did not
laugh very often before and it still comes as surprise to some. She carefully
topped more Sugar bombs into the plate: "Everything all right Storm? "I just
burst into another gale of laughter. "Fine child, just fine."