Eternia Evolved

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The original He-Man cartoon series is owned by Filmation. X-Men Evolution is owned by Marvel. This takes place just before Apocalypse rises in XEVO, and after the Last Episode of the He-Man series.

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Chapter 04: Getting To Know You

LAST TIME: Before I knew it, Lynn had returned. It was far from morning. I guess it was about midnight, local time.

NOW:

Evil-Lynn's POV

I arrived at Castle Grayskull as a ball of flame. Then I reformed once I reached the bridge. At once the Sorceress looked at me from the highest window, saying to me "I do not know what plot you have in my, but you cannot enter, Evil-Lynn."

I just stood there, and gathered my courage. I needed to admit this to myself as much as to this other woman. After a minute of my silence, the Sorceress spoke.

"You have no intention of gaining entry, do you? But why?"

I just looked up at her and said "I have...changed."

After a moment, the Sorceress nodded and asked "Do you wish to discuss this...change?"

I felt relief! I know, intellectually, that Good beings do not belittle others for softer emotions, but I am far too used to Skeletor's reactions. Instead of being belittled, of laughed at, this women, once my enemy, was being supportive! I felt both relief and nervous.

Steeling myself for this, I asked "How do I know if it is Love that I feel? It has been so long that I truly don't recall…"

The look on the Sorceress' face was mild surprise, but no scorn. I was absurdly glad for that. The Sorceress made a gesture, and a comfortable chair was made for me, as she offered "Let us talk, then…"

After several hours of discussion, and a light dinner, I was much more sure of myself, and my feelings. As crazy as it seems, I have...feeling for Lance Alvers. A man who is more boy than man, in terms of years, but who stood by me against Skeletor. Who kissed me with such passion! It had been so long since I had been kissed at all, that I had all but forgotten what it was like! Now I must return, and try to sleep, even as thoughts of Lance crowd my mind.

Away as a ball of flames, I flew. Back towards the mesa Lance had prepared for us. He did do the majority of the work, and I can admit that to myself. Admitting to myself that I am falling for a man who is nine years my junior, is another matter! He claims to be eighteen, and I know that I just turned twenty seven years old, at the last full moon. By the Dark this such a mess!

Coming back to the mesa, I reformed at the entry. That is when I smelled soup! Did he leave the soup on, and unattended? Entering the main room, I could see the kitchen and the crock pot of soup hot on the stove. I could also see Lance still awake, and with his musical instrument in hand. There was a bowl and spoon waiting for me, as I came in.

Lance smiled at me, and my heart did a small somersault in my breast when he did. I tried not to show it, so he just said "Welcome home, Lynn. Soup is on."

Lance's POV

Lynn returned, and I was finding it hard not to grin like some kind of idiot! I tried to keep my voice casual, as I let her know that there was still hot food for her. Putting down my guitar, I stood in her presence, and asked "Did you have a good trip?" Goodness, I must sound so stupid!

She didn't act like she thought so, but I was cringing inside at how cheesy that had sounded. I really, really was falling for this hot, if older woman! Just thinking about her makes me want to hold her in my arms! I have this really crazy idea of scooping her up, bridal style, and carrying her to bed…

I missed the first few words she said, as I fought off the fantasy to listen to her…

"...fine. It was a personal errand, but nothing dangerous."

Lynn went to the kitchen and helped herself to the soup. As she sat down I fetched her a stone stein of water, and put it beside her.

She looked at me and thanked me. I was mesmerized by those dark, sexy eyes of hers. No wonder she is called a 'witch', when she can bewitch me in an instant! Sitting opposite her at the table, I asked "So what can you tell me about yourself? I mean, you did explain Eternia, but not really anything about yourself. Please?"

Lynn seemed reluctant, and honestly, I wasn't sure if I should back off, or press forward...I just sat quietly, and waited. After a minute, Lynn spoke.

"I was once a little girl called Lynnette Powers. My family consists of only one man, now. My father, called The Faceless One, is the Guardian of the Ram's Stone. It's a very powerful mystical artifact. My father isn't really faceless, he just looks that way. Every magical power has it's price, Lance. Seeming to be faceless was my father's price. My own was less, as I took a less extreme path at first. My hair...My hair turned white when I was only sixteen. My old friends called me 'old lady' behind my back. My enemies said it to my face…"

Lynn ate some soup as she composed herself. I was fascinated! I had no idea that Lynn's childhood was so cool! Her Dad is a magic guy too! Taking another mug, I filled it with fresh water and offered it to Lynn, who took it with just a small smile. Removing the empty mug, I let Lynn take her time telling me about herself. I was enjoying every second of it!

Evil-Lynn's POV

I was debating in my head how much to tell Lance. I was nervous, but refused to let fear, of any kind influence my thinking. After I finished the soup, I thanked Lance again, and caught just a bit of a blush on his cheek! I was having quite the effect on this attractive, younger man! Emboldened, I pressed on.

"I was my father's apprentice for seven years. I started when I was nine years old. That's around the best time to start. When I was sixteen, I took the plunge into Evil, because I wanted power without really waiting for it. I was a fool, but not to the degree that others had been. Shadow Weaver had once been extremely beautiful. Now she is so hideous that even other Evil beings cringe at her face. Now she keeps herself covered at all times. My hair turned white, as I gained a fair amount of power in just a minute!"

I took another sip of water, and looked at Lance. His reaction was simply to nod his head, as if he understood! How could he? I asked him. His answer was surprising…

Lance's POV

"All power, regardless of the type, or source has a price to pay. My old friend Pietro is eternally bored! He lives life in fast forwards, so everything, and everyone around him moves really, really slowly for him! Imagine having a simple conversation where EVERY word from the other person takes two minutes to say! Still, he IS almost untouchably fast. Blob is grossly fat, but nearly invulnerable, and inhumanly strong. His real power, though is that he can't be moved against his will, ever. He is the Immovable Blob!"

I took a sip of my own mug of water, then continued "Rogue, of the X-Men is pretty, but untouchable. She will NEVER know a lover's touch! Her touch will knock out whoever is touching her skin. She can't turn it off. She put some guy in a coma for six months because he fell on her, and she drained him before she could get away. She will never get to have children, because they would be absorbed instantly upon conception-which would have to be artificial. I get headaches from using my powers to much. So I do understand."

I took all the dirty dishes and started washing them. Lynn stood up, and touched my arm. I turned to look, and she removed her headdress. She did, in fact have white hair. It was the same shade as Storm's, but much shorter. It was as short as any new recruit in the military. At least that's how it's shown in the movies.

"It's nice. I know a lady who has hair that same shade. She was born with it that color, which is REALLY not normal, since the people of her homeland ALL are dark-haired! Even her eyebrows are white. She does look nice, although her hair is a lot longer."

Lynn looked at me kinda funny. What she asked was unexpected, but not unwelcome…

Evil-Lynn's POV

I asked him before I could lose my courage "Lance? Could you really find me attractive? I am almost ten years older?"

I held my breath! I HAD to ask him so directly! If he even hesitated, it would be over before it even started. Lance smiled at me, and I don't even remember him taking me in his arms. I only remember that wonderful KISS! A moment later, Lance has me in his arms, bridal-style. His lips are nibbling at my neck. It feels so wonderful! The next thing that I realize, is that we are in my room, and I am on my own bed. Lance's strong, young hands are removing my outfit! Even as part of me objects to how fast this is going, I luxuriate in the joy of a man who wants me!