Xperimenting Xmas, day 8

December 8th

"On the 8th day of Christmas, my niece gave to me... A fruitful phone call."

Emma sighed impatiently as her phone started to ring. "What is it, Phoebe?" she asked the Cuckoo in charge that day.

"Your niece on the line..."

"Put her through," she ordered haughtily. "Good morning, my niece. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a new recruit, and I suspect her of being a mind-reader on top of being a teleporter."

"This is uncanny. I'll send you three of the cuckoos."

"Three?"

"They work better in group, you know it. I'll keep the two who are also good alone. If that recruit is a mind reader, they'll know."

"Thanks, auntie," Anna said gleefully.

"Oh, for the love of my late sister, Anna, don't call me that. We have barely fifteen years of difference and our children are the same age."

Rogue laughed. Emma and her had had the exact same conversation numerous times.

"I'm the one feeling old, this week, Emma... Izzie is a woman now."

"She got other powers than looking good?"

Anna laughed heartily at that. "No. The other thing. It happened when I was recruiting the new girl."

"Poor Remy," said Emma mockingly. "I bet it was quite the ordeal for him."

"You have no idea. Turns out BellaDonna went on a killing spree once a month. He watched over Izzie like a hawk."

Both ladies caught up a little before Emma hung up and called the three cuckoos part of the Cuckoos Hive. All five girls were her clones, courtesy of the government and Stryker's need of telepath to operate his version of cerebro.