Here we are, last chapter regarding the original five and the second to last chapter of the X Arc. Looking back, I realize, I have set up a lot of things for future arcs, and I'm kinda scared that they won't get proper conclusions or that I'll fuck up somewhere down the line, like with Campbell in the last chapter. Anyways, thanks for reading, let's get on with it, yeah?

Late happy holidays! Hope you guys got what you wanted, me? I got Jedi Fallen Order and some new shoes, not a lot but hey, I can't complain. But yeah, here we are with the last chapter of the decade, that's something to think about. Thank you for sticking around, I really do appreciate it, I mean, if it weren't for you I highly doubt this story would continue, so thank you. Well, let's get on with this, see you next week! (Note: I did not say year or decade, you're welcome)

PS. I loooove adding cameos, it's fun!

X-Mimic and Angel: Pegasus Fantasy

John's slowly getting out of his depressed funk, mostly by using the idea that Pulse went through the same training as he did, so Pulse's tough, he can survive while we look for him. While this was happening, the Professor continued his expansion project for the team, adding another two mutants to the list officially, some girl with absorption powers and a guy who can make playing cards explode, it's a good thing they're travelling together. Things at the school are beginning to pick up, after all, graduation's coming up really soon, and seeing as this is the first official school year things are put into overdrive to make this damn near perfect.

The X-Men are leading groups of students in specific aspects of the graduation, like catering, counting the number of people attending, that kind of stuff. The X-Men are working in two pairs of two and two trios. Ororo, Bobby, and Hank, those three are in charge of making sure the location is nice and clean. Logan and Scott have to make sure the number of chairs and food matches the number of people planning to attend. Jean, Forge, and John are in charge of the diplomas and the sound system and all the technical shit. Warren and I oversee catering.

Right now, Warren and I are in the recreation room, looking at websites for catering services. While doing this an important question comes to mind. "Hey, Warren, how're we gonna explain that this is a mutant school? This places staff and student body origins isn't exactly public knowledge after all."

"Oh, yeah, the less human looking students have watches that Forge and the Professor worked on, it creates a hologram around them. Makes them look like what they would if they had a human appearance." Warren explains.

Now that I think about it I did notices a lot of watches throughout the school, the kid with four eyes had one, the girl with her hair on fire did as well. "Why doesn't Hank have one then?"

"The whole world pretty much knows that Hank McCoy and Beast are the same person, besides, he doesn't want to 'rid the world of these luscious blue locks'. His words, not mine," Warren answers. "Oh! That place looks promising."

The website is one for a Fallier Foods a New York based company, with restaurants all over the United States. Scrolling through the website we see nothing but glowing reviews. Warren and I look at each other and nod, this is the one. I click on the cater button, it takes us to another page where we see the schedule in New York City, and holy crap it is damn near full, luckily there's one spot left. Not only that, the spot works perfectly for the graduation ceremony, awesome. Before I could click on the time it becomes grey, someone else took it from right under us.

Warren and I stare at the computer screen incredulously, did that really just happen? I refresh the page and, yep, still grey. Warren gulps. "Click it, maybe we can see who took it," I click and see who swiped the catering from us, Worthington Industries, I look at Warren in surprise. "Of all the…why now?" He backs away and paces around muttering a whole bunch of corporation nonsense that I can't hope to understand.

"Maybe there's an anniversary for the company?" I cautiously ask.

Warren stops pacing and looks at me with wide eyes. "Of course, Nolan' you're a genius! Next week's the company's 150th anniversary! Of course, Dad would go for something as good as Fallier."

I sigh deeply in disappointment. "Oh well, lets see other catering companies, Fallier can't be the only five star one."

Before I could even go back a page Warren lifts me from my seat. Holy shit how strong are you man? "No," he says resolutely. "We're getting Fallier Food catering from my father, no matter what."

I wiggle my way out of Warren's arms. "Dude, come on, we lost this one, let's find another catering company."

Warren fixes me with a critical stare. "No, we're getting Fallier Food catering from my father, no matter what."

"You know you repeated yourself, right?" I point out. I notice him march towards the garage, bumping into Logan and Scott on the way. I sigh in defeat. "Okay, wait for me!"

Jogging for a bit I finally catch up to Warren, slowing down my jog slightly because he has longer legs than I do, so trying to keep up with his march at a slower pace would have him leave me behind again, damn my shorter body. "Why are you so intent on getting this catering from your dad?" I mean, the company has to be run by his dad, right? Oh no, am I being sexist? I'm so sorry, you know what? The company could be run by his mom, maybe his dad married into the family. I feel like a sexist jerk now, great.

"Because my Father's a racist ass who is doing this to get me to 'come back home'. This is all some ploy to have me return and take over, guess what, Father? Your plan only half worked." Warren stated to the air around us.

Great, now he sounds like a psycho conspiracy theorist. Hey! It was his dad, I was right, and I'm not a sexist jerk! "So, let me get this straight, the only reason we lost Fallier Food was because of some plan made by your dad to get you back home? Even though Worthington Industries is having its 150th anniversary in two weeks?" I ask incredulously.

Warren nods vigorously as he opens his car door. "Yes! You understand, oh finally."

"I'm just saying the anniversary seems like a more likely possibility," I get in the passenger seat, Warren starts his car and begins to head towards Worthington Industries. "Besides, how would he even know that graduation's in two weeks?"

Warren thinks for a minute, think I finally put a rational thought in his head. "Spies, he has a spy in the school." Warren says. Nevermind.

I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Okay, obviously we won't move forward until you confront your old man, let's go to Worthington Industries then."

The entire drive to the headquarters of Worthington Industries was filled with nothing but conspiracy talk, man, who knew Warren could be a conspiracy nut? I mean, he somehow got to the conclusion that the Illuminati was involved, yeah right, like the Illuminati's a real thing. Is it? Question for another time.

We turn into a garage connected to Worthington Industries, once Warren finds a parking spot, he turns off the car, activates his watch, causing his wings to disappear, and puts on his jacket. Warren turns to me before we exit the car. "Here's what's going to happen: We're gonna go to my Father's office, tell him about the graduation, and then convince him to give us his Fallier Food catering appointment, got it?"

I darted my eyes around, thinking about Warren's plan. "That's a little simple, don't you think? I mean, what if he isn't here, or if he won't want to see us?"

"Trust me," Warren looks ahead, a look of determination on is face. "He's here, and he'll definitely want to see me."

We exit the car and head towards the main building, ready to fight for our food. Our elevator stops at the main lobby, we walk towards the front desk where we find the secretary busy looking at her computer screen. Warren has a look of remembrance on his face as we near the secretary.

"She was my babysitter when I was younger," Warren explained. He clears his throat before placing his hands on the desk in a polite manner. "Excuse me, I'd like to talk with Mr. Worthington immediately, it's urgent."

The tablet next to Warren's hands activates, the secretary doesn't look up from her computer. "Please enter your name and contact information, we'll contact you when Mr. Worthington is available. Please note: our anniversary is coming up soon, so a meeting won't be available for the next two weeks."

"Oh, well, guess Father will have to wait longer to see me again." Warren replies.

The secretary's head jerks up from her computer, as soon as she sees Warren, she places her hand over her mouth in shock. "W-Warren?" She slowly gets up from her seat and places her hands on either side of Warren's face. "Oh my god, y-you're back." She rushes out from behind her desk and wraps Warren in a bear hug. "You're back!"

Warren hugs her back and places his head softly on hers. "It's been a while hasn't it, Linda?"

Linda backs up but keeps her arms wrapped around Warren. "Where have you been Warr? It's been three years since you disappeared. Hell, there were rumors that you were kidnapped by your father's rivals."

Warren's face twitches as he tries to find the right thing to say. "It's a, uh, it's a very long story."

Warren looks to me, probably giving me an unsaid hint to help him. Nah, I'm just gonna watch.

Linda follows Warren's line of sight and finally notices me. She unwraps herself from Warren's arms and walks up to me, her arm outstretched for me to shake. "Oh, sorry for not introducing myself, Linda Baker."

We shake hands. "Nolan Belmont, one of Warren's friend."

"Linda, is my Father in his office?" Warren asks.

Linda turns back to Warren. "Yeah, he's busy now though, he has a meeting with a man named Reed Richards, something about funding for a rocket?"

Warren nods. "Right, is this an in-person meeting or over the phone?"

"In person." Linda answers.

Warren looks at the elevator intensely. "Oh, too bad. Come on, Nolan, we've got a business meeting to crash." Warren marches towards the elevator, surprisingly enough Linda doesn't attempt to stop him.

I look at her and she notices. "When a Worthington puts their mind to something, there's no stopping them."

I think back to earlier. "You got that right, it was nice meeting you," She nods, I turn and jog to catch up to Warren. "Dude, hold up!"

The elevator begins to rise, elevator music playing. After going up two floors I turn to Warren. "Hey, you ever play Mass Effect? Cause this totally reminds me of the first one."

Warren doesn't reply, I look and notice his determined face slowly shift to one of fear and apprehension. "Holy shit, I'm about to see my Father for the first time in three years, what the hell am I thinking? Nolan, we gotta go back, get a different catering company, I can't do this."

I look at Warren in surprise. "No. No, no, no. You literally dragged me here, and now we're on the final stretch, we aren't giving up now. Got it, Warren?"

Warren does some breathing techniques to calm down, slowly his look of determination returns. The elevator continues to go up, I look at the screen and see at least ten more floors before we reach the top. Damn, this place is big. "Hey, Warren, what does Worthington Industries work on?" I ask.

"Oh, aviation technology. Some of the Blackbird's tech is actually based off of data I stole from when I ran away," Warren answered. "But aviation tech, how ironic."

"Why did you run away, if you don't mind me asking." I cautiously ask.

Warren sighs deeply as he runs his hand through his perfect hair. "For as long as I can remember I've had my wings, at first, they were easy to hide, but as I grew up so did my wings. When I was 12 the old headquarters was attacked by a mutant due to my Father's…vocal stance on mutants, the building was demolished, nearly everyone in it died."

I look at Warren in shock. "Holy shit, who was the mutant?"

Warren's face adopts a dark look of melancholy. "Magneto. After the attack my Father's anti-mutant stance went from an eight to a sixteen, I just couldn't live under the same roof as him anymore."

"I'm sorry, man. You don't deserve that, no one deserves that." I say in shock. Why do so many humans hate mutants? Would his father have acted differently if he had known Warren's one?

The elevator doors open, on this floor we see giant paintings along each wall, with paintings of each generation of the Worthington family, a son in one photo would be the father in the next. There would be busts in between each photo of the patriarch. Man, Worthington's sure do love the patriarchy. I notice Warren walk up to one of the portraits, this one being the most recent one, so it's obvious who was on this one.

A tall relatively muscular older man with pale blond hair, strong blue eyes and a sharp black suit with a black tie and a white shirt standing behind the chair. A blonde tired looking woman, she also has blue eyes, and is wearing an extravagant pink dress sitting in the chair. And in the woman's lap is a young Warren, he looks to be about six or seven years old, he's wearing a matching suit to his father's. None of them are smiling.

Two very large guards walk up to us. "Excuse me, sirs? Mr. Worthington is currently busy, we regretfully must ask you-" One of the guards says before he stops, recognizing Warren as soon as they reach us. "My god, Warr? Where have you been, boy?"

"Hey, Matt, Terry, how've you guys been?" Warren replies.

Terry and Matt share a look. "We've been good, where have you been, Warr?" Terry looks at me. "Who's this?"

Warren nods his head towards me. "This is Nolan Belmont, he's one of the friends I made over the three years. Is it cool if I go in now?"

Matt and Terry have a silent argument, seems as though these two had worked together for a while now if they can do this. Eventually Matt looks at us. "If your father asks, we had a family emergency." The two leave.

I look at Warren in confusion. "They're brothers, Matt's older by a year, but because of their radically different looks people don't see it until they know it."

We walk to the giant ass double doors. Before Warren opened it, he took a deep breath, muttered to himself, and then fiddled with his watch, turning off the hologram cloak. "Let's do this."

He pushes the doors open. I immediately notice five people in the room. A blond man behind the main desk, he looks extremely stressed, other than the whiter hair and the extra stress lines along his face he looks just like the portrait outside. On the seat to the furthest left of his desk I see a blond guy, maybe a little older than me, his hair is wild but still groomed at the same time. Next to him is a really hot blonde woman, a little older than Warren I'd say, she looks kind of like the blond guy, probably his older sister. To her left is a young man around her age, he has brown hair, wears glasses, and is extremely well groomed. And finally, we see a large red headed man with blue eyes as well, they all stop to look at us.

"What is this!? Why are you in here, where are my guards!?" Warren's dad screamed out. He presses a button on his desk. "Linda! Where are Terry and Matt!?"

"They have a family emergency." Warren replied.

His father stops before slowly going back into his seat, his eyes wide. "Warr?"

"Hello, Father?" Warren says.

The brunette man coughs. "I think we should leave. Please, contact me when you can, I wouldn't mind rescheduling."

The blond guy barks out a quick laugh. "Says you, Reed. I wanna get this project done ASAP, let these guys do their thing after we're done."

His sister slaps him on the back of his head. "Johnny, come on."

The four get up and head out of the office. The redheaded guy nods at us as he passes by us, the blonde lady smiles kindly, Johnny just has an annoyed look on his face. Reed looks at us before he leaves. "Good luck."

I blink as I watch him walk away. Oh, right, he's one of Hank's friends.

Warren stands behind the chairs; I walk up next to him. "You look like you're doing okay, Father. How've things been?'

Warren's father has a look of rage on his face. "Are you serious? 'How've things been?' That's all you have to say? It has been three whole years, Warren! Where the hell have you been!?" His father rises from his seat and slams his fists on the desk.

Warren lifts his shoulders. "What else do you want me to say? 'Hey, I'm back to begin my turn with the company'. Yeah right."

His father breaths heavily, to try and calm himself down, his eyes eventually land on me. "Who is this? One of your 'friends'."

I glare at him. Asshole. "Yeah, I'm one of his friends, no air quotes, and we're not here for what you think."

"What does he mean?" Warren's father demanded.

"Well, I'm a senior now, and my graduation's coming up really soon, two weeks in fact, and we wanted to get Fallier Food to cater, but guess who took it out from under us? You get one guess." Warren rhetorically asks.

His father's angry face becomes flat. "Really, that's why you're here, for some catering service? How childish."

"Childish?" Warren says offended. "This is my graduation, a big change in my life and you consider these actions childish?"
"Please, Warr-"

"You don't get to call me that! Not anymore." Warren interrupted.

Man, this is awkward. While I question why I was here I notice Warren place his index finger over his middle finger, making it look like an 'X'. Right, the telepathy symbol. Around the end of my combat training we decided to create special hand signs to tell me which powers to use. X for telepathy, so either Jean's or the Professor's powers, O for tech related powers like Sage or Forge, an upside-down V for elemental powers like Vanessa's or Bobby's, and a V for other powers, like Logan's or Scott's.

I activate my telepathy and create a link with Warren. "What do you want me to do?"

Warren continues to argue with his father as he telepathically talks to me, which I find to be really amazing, seeing as I still have a relatively hard time holding two conversations at once without accidently saying mixing the two conversations. Confused the hell out of Scott and the Professor when I did that for the first time.

"Look through his head, don't mess with anything, just see what he's thinking?" Warren orders.

"Got it," In Worthington's head I see a lot of emotions running by, shock, glee, anger, and really deep down I can even find a hint of regret. But most of what occupies his brain is a plan, one to get Warren back into the family's good grace. "He's trying to manipulate you; he wants to trick you back into the family."

"Of course." Warren takes a deep breath before looking his father in the eyes. "Look, just give us your appointment for Fallier Foods, that's all. If you want us to do something for you then we'll do it, but that's it."

His father sits in his seat, hand on his chin as he thinks things over. "Find another catering company, go to their buildings in person and see if they meet this criterion, it is our 150th anniversary so I will only accept the best of the best."

A list is put in front of us, with five things on a list, damn, that's one hell of a criteria to meet. Must be five stars, no controversy for at least ten years, etc. Those're some serious standards.

Warren nods. "We'll get this done; you'd better meet your end of the deal." We exit the office and head towards the elevator. As we near it Matt and Terry come out of the elevator, both having nervous looks on their faces. Now that Warren mentioned it, I can see come resemblance between the two.

They look at us in apprehension. "So, are our jobs in danger?" Matt asks.

Warren just shakes his head as he laughs. "You guys have been with the company for as long as I can remember, I'm pretty damn sure your jobs are fine," Warren places his hands on their shoulders for a moment before continuing towards the elevator. "We'll be back."

The elevator begins to go down. "What's your plan?" I ask.

"Like you said, he's doing this to manipulate me. But that's not how it's gonna go, knowing my Father he'll try to manipulate me emotionally, thankfully I know that's coming so it won't work out." Warren answered.

"Dude, you've got a shitty old man. No offence." I say.

"Eh, none taken. Anyway, we're gonna turn his manipulation around, by revealing I'm a mutant, but only after he promises to give us the catering. After all, a Worthington never goes back on their word. Only good thing the old man's ever done for me." Warren finishes bitterly.

"What about your mom?" I inquire.

"What about her? She wasn't really there, pretty sure her wine was more of a son than I ever was to her. Besides, Father makes sure she doesn't do much regarding the company." Warren answers.

"Your family fuckin sucks, dude." I bluntly state.

"Oh yeah," Warren says. The elevator finally opens, as we pass by Linda, we both say our temporary goodbyes before heading towards the garage. "Okay, let's head here first, highly doubt it'd meet the criteria but hey, may as well try."

We arrive to the first location, only met the first criteria. One done, two to go. We continue on to the second place, and it was nearby a mall, cool. We go up to the main desk and talk to the front desk guy. Well, Warren does. "Hello there. My name is Warren Worthington III, this is my friend Nolan Belmont," I wave in greetings. "And we are here for-"

The front desk guy excitedly rises out of his seat and practically steals Warren's hand from him. "You're Warren Worthington III? The Warren Worthington III!? Sir this is, oh. L-let me call my boss! Please, wait here!" He drops down into his desk and excitedly pulls out his phone.

Warren and I look at each other in surprise before walking back a step, surprised at his reaction. The front desk guy trips all over his words, pauses for a moment than begins to speak more clearly, eventually he puts the phone down and turns to us. "Please, go into the elevator, Mr. North will see you."

We enter the elevator, thankfully this trip isn't as long as the Worthington Industries one, considering the fact that this building is significantly smaller. The elevator opens immediately to the office, where we find Mr. North waiting for us. "Ah! Welcome Mr. Worthington, please, have a seat, your friend as well."

"Right, thank you, Mr. North. Let me get straight to business. Worthington Industries is having its 150th anniversary in two weeks, we would like to see if your services could provide catering for the event." Warren explains.

Mr. North looks at us in surprise. "I was led to believe that the event was already covered, by Fallier Foods no less. So, I must ask: Is there a reason for this surprise change?"

"A…personal matter, may we please have a run through of your company's history?" I ask.

Mr. North nods as he presses a button on his desk, the computer screen in front of us comes to life. On it we watch a short five-minute video about Mr. North's company. After the video concludes Warren and I look at each other before nodding. "Well, I believe we've found our company." Warren says as he shakes Mr. North's hand.

We exit the building. "Dude, most of the time missions like these only get completed after the last place, not the second. We should celebrate." I say after placing my hands behind my head.

Warren lightly hits me on the shoulder with his elbow before heading towards the mall. And man, after thirty minutes going through that place we realized, there's jack shit in malls. Eventually we stop at a store that has something we find very interesting, we buy two of them, excited to use them later.

We make it back to Worthington Industries, go up the elevator, and enter Worthington's office. Worthington looks up from his computer and has a smirk on his face. "You two surprised me, I honestly thought this would be beyond your ability. Well, a promise is a promise," He gives Warren a paper, we look at it and see a receipt for Fallier Foods. "Fallier Foods is available for your little…graduation."

Warren takes the receipt and turns around, mumbling a thanks in response. "Really now? Warren, nothing?" Worthington sighs deeply as he gets up. "Would you at least tell me if the school is good for you?"

Warren gives off the same sigh before turning around. "Why do you care? You never did before, so why now?"

His father has a look of conflict for a quick second. "Because, if it does not work out you could just come back, begin the process to take over the company, all Worthington men hold at least half of the company by the time they turn 21."

"Why would I want to become a part of a company that very strongly works against mutants. Hell, your actions caused the death of almost a thousand employees." Warren angrily asked.

"That mutie freak is the reason we're against that species! Work with me, you understand the current generation better than I do, you can continue my work." Worthington argued.

Warren looks at me and smirks. Aw yeah, shit's about to get real. Warren and I reach into our little plastic bags from the store in the mall and put on our horse masks, Worthington has an extremely confused and angry look on his face.

"What are those ridiculous things you two are wearing?" Worthington demanded.

"Oh, you know, showing you that anyone can be a mutant," Warren takes off his jacket, his wings spread out, I do the same thing, weirdly enough, my clothes don't tear, but I don't complain. Worthington's face becomes so pale it reminds me of a sheet of paper, or a Microsoft word document. Warren and I flip him off. "Fuck you, Father. Thanks for Fallier Foods, by the way."

Warren and I run forward, jump over Worthington and his desk and break through the windows, flying through the sky with our horse masks on. "Wait, what about your car?" I ask.

Warren's white horse mask with a blond mane looks at me for a moment as we fly. "Shit." We land in an alleyway and sneak towards the garage of Worthington Industries, once we get into Warren's car we drive back to the school, horse masks still on, traffic laws be damned.

We head to the dining area where we find the rest of the X-Men and the Professor around one of the tables, they all look up once they notice us walk in. "Where the hell have you two been?" Logan asks.

"We uh, we were getting our catering in order." I answer.

"Fallier Foods, all we gotta do is call." Warren says with a thumbs-up.

"Woah, that's top tier, how'd you guys do it?" Jean asks.

"Trade secret," Warren replies. We walk to the table and see a list of names. "What's this?"

The Professor gives the paper to Warren, I stand next to him and read the names, huh, some of these names are pretty exotic, like Shiro Yoshida, and other less exotic names like Katherine Pryde.

"These are the new recruits, right?" I ask the Professor.

He nods in response. "I have the list finalized. Forge and Logan have been helping me prepare the gear we need for this, it may still take some time, but we will eventually begin the recruitment, by this year at least."

"So, who will we recruit, Professor?" Ororo asks.

The tablet in front of the Professor creates a hologram, showing us pictures of the new recruits. "Anna Marie, Remy LeBeau, Katherine Pryde, Jubilation Lee, Shiro Yoshida, Piotr Rasputin, Kurt Wagner, Elizabeth Braddock, and lastly Sean Cassidy. These will be your new teammates." The Professor answers.

We all look at each other, Bobby and I fist bump, John places his arms on Scott's and Hank's shoulders, Ororo and Jean give each other side hugs, Warren, Logan, and Forge all smirk.

"Well X-Men, looks like the team's about to explode, let's all get some rest, we'll need it." Scott orders.

As we head to our rooms I think about the names, one in particular stands out. Why did the name 'Katherine Pryde' sound so familiar?

One more chapter! After this it's time for recruitment, and man am I excited for that! You know, when writing this chapter, I noticed something, the original five X-Men are hardly together in any form of X-Men media outside of the comics. In the movies Iceman is more associated with the second generation of X-Men (Or would it be third after First Class), Angel doesn't appear until The Last Stand and he doesn't even have a big role, and in Apocalypse he's only an antagonist who dies. Far as I can tell Wolverine and the X-Men was the only time the original five were together outside of the comics, if I'm wrong please tell me.

One more chapter, then it's time to meet the rest of the team, you know, for a while before more and more people join. Thank you for reading, please leave a constructive review and remember to stay awesome!