"Future's Hope, Part III: Letting Go"
When the Blackbird arrived on the outskirts of London, the sky was clear and the
sun was shining bright. That didn't make for very good cover. Scott looked over to
Ororo who was sitting just behind the passenger's seat. "It's time."
As her eyes clouded over, a think fog began to form; perfect weather for the city.
Now with protection against any unwanted attention, it wasn't long before they reached
the river and followed it to their destination. Setting down in a nearby lot, the team
landed close to the abandoned factory that lay next to the Thames.
After they had all emerged from the jet, Logan just couldn't resist. "Now
everyone remember where we parked!" Groans were the only reply. He shrugged and
they made their way towards the building.
"Now, I don't know if he'll be alone or not," said Joy as they walked. "Charles
didn't pick up any other mutants in the area when he searched?" She turned to face Scott.
He shook his head. "No, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be prepared for
a fight."
Logan's nose began to twitch as soon as they reached the building. "There's
somethin' fishy goin' on here, and I don't mean the river." They all froze. There was the
sound of metal ripping thought the air and Logan stood ready, claws out. "I'm smellin'
two people." He glanced at Scott. "Looks like our pal has company."
Silently, their leader motioned for them to stay where they were while he checked
around the corner. A moment later, he reappeared and waved for them to follow. He had
found a fire exit that lead up to the second floor.
"We'll enter up there," he said pointing to the door. "Hopefully, we'll be able to
find out what's going on without getting in the way."
* * * * *
The place was enormous. They were standing on the second floor which ran
around the building. It was more like an observation ring, with little offices here and there
for the management to keep an eye on the work without having to go down to the floor.
Without warning there was a large crash and someone yelled. Running to the edge
of the floor, the team cautiously peered over the edge. At first all they couldn't see
anything. There were crates and old machinery scattered everywhere, blocking their view.
Then, something flew though the air and a person stumbled out from a pile boxes.
He landed hard on his back; the air-born projectile missing only by inches. Scott had his
hand up to his visor and Logan was visibly impatient. They were ready to act, but not just
yet.
As soon as the man struggled to his feet he dove behind a piece of equipment,
shooting something as he sailed through the air, but the group was still too far away to see
clearly what was happening.
However, from their view up top, they were able to spot another man on the
opposite side of the room. He seemed very agitated and waved his hands constantly. And
every time he did, something else would fly at the other man. Without having to ask, the
team knew this was D'Arcy. But who was the other?
They simultaneous looked to Joy for an answer, but she could only shrug her
shoulders.
The battle raged closer and closer to the team, and Joy began staring at the
stranger, a confused look on her face. I know him, she thought, but who? No, it couldn't
be? It only took a moment before her expression resolved into that of shock.
"It isn't. Not now," she mumbled, the team turning to face her. "Cable?"
* * * * *
"Hey Rogue, can I talk to ya?" Bobby yelled at the girl who was walking away
from the house, book in hand.
She turned to see young Robert Drake run up to her, hopeful look on his face.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Well, it's that new guest of ours, the one that--"
Mr. Drake, could I see you in my office, please. Bobby stopped in mid
sentence. Rogue gave him a curious look. "Go on," she said.
"Sorry Rogue," he replied, tapping the side of his head. "The Professor wants to
see me. Can I catch you later, though? I would really like to talk to you."
"Sure, Sugah. I'll be ovah by the tree when ya need me," she said pointing to her
favorite reading spot.
Bobby smiled. "Thanks." Turning, he headed for the mansion.
* * * * *
"Thank you for all coming so promptly," said the Professor from behind his desk,
four young adults standing in front of him. "The reason I called you here is because I have
something very important to talk to you about."
It wasn't everyday that the Professor just showed up in their heads and asked them
to see him. They were a little nervous, and it showed. Obviously, the Professor could tell.
"Don't worry," he assured them, "you're not in any trouble." They collectively let out a
sigh of relief. "But what I do have to say," he continued, "is of the utmost importance.
Please, have a seat."
There were four chairs already set up and waiting for them. Bobby, Piotr, Jubilee,
and Kitty all took a seat. They weren't tense anymore; that had been replaced by a new
curiosity.
The Professor went on, "I've asked you here because this is all your final year. I
know that some of you may have plans to continue with your education, and some of
you," he looked at Bobby, "have no clue as to what you'll be doing." Bobby shrunk a
little in his seat. It wasn't his fault he couldn't decide what he wanted to do. He'd
thought about it for a long time. What would be a respectable career? An accountant?
Nah...
"Before you make any definite plans, however," continued Professor Xavier,
"there is something I'd like to ask you." He leaned forward on his desk. "What I'm about
to discuss must remain absolutely secret, though. Is that understood?" All four nodded.
"Good. You've learned all you can though this school, and each of you have achieved an
impressive level of control with your powers. I'd like to offer you something that,
hopefully, will mean a huge difference in both yours and other people's lives."
No one said anything so Charles continued. "I'm sure you've noticed that this is
more than just a school."
They nodded. How could you NOT notice a super secret stealth jet take off in the
middle of the night right outside your window, thought Bobby. Sure, he'd noticed; so had
the rest of the students.
The Professor leaned back in his chair again. "This is more than just a school.
You know that your teachers, who you call the X-Men, are more than just that. But
what? you ask." He steepled his fingers, lying his elbows on the arms of his chair. "They
choose to fight, for human and mutants alike, protecting them from harm. It's a
tremendous responsibility, but also extremely rewarding. I'm here to offer you that same
choice."
* * * * *
When he heard his name, Cable turned to where the sound had come from. While
he was momentarily distracted, his adversary took advantage of the situation and hurled a
large crate in his direction. It hit Cable in the back of the head and the large man went
down. Just before he blacked out, though, he cursed himself for not being more careful.
When his opponent had been taken out, D'Arcy followed where his rival's gaze
had distracted him and noticed for the first time the five people watching the conflict.
Needless to say, he made a quick exit.
"Storm, Wolverine, go after him," ordered Cyclops as he pointed after D'Arcy.
"Jean, Joy, come with me." Storm took to the air, while Wolverine made the long drop to
the ground floor. The others opted for a more safe route of stairs.
Cyclops reached the man first, who was still unconscious. He stopped a few steps
away, but Joy pushed her way past their leader and knelt by his side.
"Joy, be careful--"
"It's okay, Scott. I know him."
Jean and Scott exchanged confused glances. "How?"
"Later. Right now, he needs medical attention. Jean?"
Jean stepped closer and examined the stranger. "He has a concussion. That was a
pretty bad hit, Scott. I think we need to get him back to the mansion."
"As soon as--"
There was the sound of metal on metal. Logan appeared from around an old piece
of equipment, adamantium claws dragging along its rusted surface. He was noticeably
upset.
"Back so soon? What happened?"
"He got away," Logan growled. "Musta took to the water or somethin'. His
scent ended at the edge of the river."
"Let him go for now," said Cyclops, picking up their new guest with Jean's help.
"We have more urgent business."
* * * * *
"I don't know if this was such a good idea, Jean." Ororo and Jean Grey were
standing outside the meeting room, watching through the observation window. Cable was
pacing while Joy was seated, obviously trying not to loose her patience. You didn't have
to be a telepath to figure that one out. Poor Scott was sitting quietly by - at the other end
of the table.
"I'm glad he's all right," said Jean, her brow creased, "but I don't know if he was
worth the trouble. If only the room wasn't sound proof."
Ororo nodded her agreement. As they continued to watch their two recent
visitors, the Professor came up from behind. "How is it going?"
Jean sighed. "Not well, by the looks of it."
Joy was now standing, yelling, and heading for the door. A rush of sound met the
three observers' as the entrance slid open.
"Whatcha mean?! I don't understand! How could--"
"Listen lady, I told you already," Cable interrupted, "I don't know you. I've never
seen you before. If you ask me, its those damn alternate timelines that've got ya messed
up."
"Fine, fine..." Joy trailed off as she threw her hands up in surrender. "Whatever.
When he wants to talk," she said to Jean, "let me know. I'll be in my room." She went
one way down the hall, Cable the other.
Scott slowly emerged from the room, his visor hiding the worried look in his eyes.
"I don't know what to make of it," he told the waiting group. "I guess we'd better let
them cool off while I fill you in."
When the entire team, including Logan, had been seated, Scott began. "Well," he
said, scratching the back of his head, "Joy says she knows him. He says she doesn't."
"We gathered that, Scott," said Jean, "but why is she so upset?"
"Apparently, he's the reason why she's here. Plus, there's this alternate timeline
thing, or something like that. I think you'd be able to grasp it better than me," he said
looking at Jean. "I guess he's not the Cable she knows. From another future or
something. I think I need an aspirin..."
"Did he say why he was fighting D'Arcy?" asked the Professor.
"No, not really. I think we should ALL have a talk, once things settle," suggested
Scott. "Then maybe we'll get some real answers."
"Well, in the meantime, and since you're all here, I'd like to bring up an important
issue," continued Charles as he reached for a control panel built into the table. "You can
come in now."
A moment later, four, somewhat nervous looking students shuffled in. "Scott and
I have discussed this at length," said the Professor, "and we have decided that these will
be our new X-Men."
Silence.
The poor students, although totally familiar with their teachers, weren't quite sure
how to act. This whole superhero thing was new to them, and needless to say, they were
a bit nervous.
Finally, the Professor motioned towards the empty chairs at the foot of the table.
"Please, have a seat."
He didn't want to, but Bobby ended up sitting next to Logan. The older man gave
him a cold look, then turned to the Professor. "So they'll be goin' on missions with us?"
The Professor nodded. "Just as observers to start, of course."
"Of course," grumbled Logan under his breath.
Ignoring the remark, Charles went on. "They will begin training as soon as
possible. Besides that, they have also decided to teach."
Ororo and Jean looked pleased; their students had turned out very well. Logan on
the other hand, had his doubts. "So what'll they be doin'? Home ec?"
Again, the Professor held his cool. "Kitty will be teaching computers, since we all
know what a natural she is with them." The young women blushed and stared down at the
table top. "Piotr will, of course, be starting a new visual arts program. Jubilee has
decided we need a fashion course, and Bobby," he paused for a moment, "will be working
in the garage - at least for now. But he's also shown some signs of possibly pursuing
accounting or--"
"Wait a sec," piped in Logan. "The garage is my area. I don't need no--"
"It will do both of you some good, I'm sure," said the Professor. "Besides, Mr.
Drake is actually quite talented at mechanics."
Scott nodded. "I'll vouch for him, Logan."
All this time, poor unfortunate Robert Drake had to sit beside Logan, the one man
he wanted to be the farthest from. And to make matters worse, was now going to be
working with.
Logan didn't say anything after that, not that he wouldn't later. He knew he was
out numbered, and it was no use fighting when he knew he couldn't win.
"That's it," finished the Professor. "I just wanted to introduce you to the newest
members of the team. If you four will follow Jean," he nodded at the newcomers, "she'll
show you around the base."
They got up to leave, following their former teacher out the door. "And remember
to get them their uniforms," called a smiling Scott. They could all hear a resounding
"Cool!" come from down the passage. No doubt, it was from Jubilee.
"The rest of you are free to leave, although I want to have a meeting with both our
guests in about an hour," said Charles. The others got up, but Scott paused a moment on
his way out. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"
The Professor thought for a moment. He knew Scott was concerned for their
newest members' safety, but that was a decision they made themselves. Also, if anything
should happen to the current team... He looked up at his first X-Man. "If we want to
survive," he said, "yes."
Nodding, he left the Professor alone with his thoughts.
* * * * *
"This is so cool, Rogue! I can't believe it!"
"Congratulations, Bobby," replied Rogue. "I knew you had it in you." She was
still absorbed in her novel when Bobby had found her.
"Jean said it was all right that I talked to you about it, since you already know
about the team and all." He knew she hadn't been asked to join since she was still dealing
with control problems. Maybe in time...
"And I even got a uniform! Man, this is so awesome." He was one big grin.
Apparently, during their little tour, the tortures of having to deal with Logan had worn off,
giving way to undeniable excitement.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, anyways?" asked Rogue all of a
sudden, looking up from her book.
"Oh, yeah, that. Well," -Bobby leaned back against the trunk with Rogue- "I just
wanted to see if you knew anything about our visitor. Her name's Joy, and I guess there's
something about her that makes her important."
"Why ya say that?" she asked.
"Well, last night, Logan had a little talk with me--"
"*Logan* had a talk with you? Sugah, are you all right?" She was being sincere.
That made Bobby nervous again.
"Yeah," he ventured slowly, not sure why she was so concerned. "But I don't
think it was a big deal. He just told me to stay away from her. I wanted to know why."
Rogue's brow was furrowed as she thought. "That's strange. But ah guess if he
didn't yell at ya or nuthin', you'll be all right."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," he replied sarcastically. "I just hope you're
right."
As the two young mutants sat under the tree in the yard, a silent figure stood at an
open window on the second floor of the mansion. Following her gaze, you would find
yourself watching the young couple having their conversation.
Inside, Joy knew that this wasn't *her* Bobby. He didn't know her, and she
didn't really know him. She sighed. She knew she had to let him go, but it was so hard!
After a lot of thought, and even more tears, she decided that she wouldn't be tortured
anymore. And she wouldn't try to avoid him, either.
He wasn't her Bobby. At least, not yet...
* * * * *
"Glad you could all be here," said the Professor as he took the head of the table for
the second time that day. "Now we might be able to work a few things out." Everyone
was there, including the four new members and their unexpected guest.
Logan had warned Bobby with a glare when he entered, but that was it. The
young man took a seat as far away from Joy as possible.
The Professor began by turning her. "Tell us again how you know Cable."
She took a deep breath. "Well, like I've said before, he's the reason why I'm
here."
Cable was about to interrupt when Charles put up a hand to silence him.
"Everyone gets their turn to speak." Reluctantly, the gruff man shifted back into his seat.
"As I was saying," Joy continued, "in the future, Cable, or at least, *my* Cable, is
the leader of the resistance movement against D'Arcy. Actually, no one knows exactly
who he is or where he came from, only that he was willing to fight, and die, for our
cause." She looked him in the eye. "You showed up a few months before my mission,
after our old leader was killed. You took his place and your the one that sent me back
here, to the X-Men."
There was a long moment of silence when she just stared at him, apparently
satisfied with what had been said. Charles motioned for Cable to speak.
He straightened a little before he began. "First off, I don't know you," he pointed
at Joy, "and I don't know who the X-Men are. At least, not before today. So don't go
pullin' any crap on me. I'm not your leader, and I ain't gonna be."
Jean cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question. Couldn't you
be the person she's talking about, though? Only a future self? I mean, it seems it could
make sense."
"Possibly," he growled, "but unlikely. In our little chat earlier, how old did you
say I was?" he directed the question at Joy.
"Before I left, we had just celebrated your 37th birthday."
"You see, I'm 42. It couldn't be me. Like I said, it's probably a different timeline
that I come from. You run into these sorta things. In my experience, it's better if you
don't ask any questions. That way," he glared at Jean, "you don't go crazy."
Jean backed down and sunk into her chair.
"Why were you attacking D'Arcy?" asked Scott, eager to find out, and also to
direct the man's anger in another direction.
"I was just monitoring some channels when I saw a temporal spike. Thought I'd
check it out. Never thought I'd find D'Arcy here. We go back a long way... and he owes
me." Cable started to drift into his own thoughts when an idea came to him. He looked at
Joy. "Musta been your arrival. When ya say you arrived? Couple of days ago? That
musta been what I picked up."
"So I guess your not the person I know." Joy seemed disappointed. It was a
moment before she spoke again. "So why exactly are you after him?"
He grunted. "Moron tried to take me out, in my time. Along with the rest of my
family. Thought I owed him one."
"I think, then," joined the Professor, "that we can all work together, since we have
the same goal in mind."
Cable looked uncomfortable at the thought. He didn't like working with others,
especially when he didn't have to.
"Listen," he said, "I'm grateful that you didn't let 'em kill me, but I don't need
anyone else's help. I can take care of the situation myself."
"May I point out," interrupted Logan, "that if we hadn't showed up, he mighta just
got to ya first?"
"Only because--"
"Gentlemen, please," Charles interjected. "Cable, would it really be so difficult to
work with us on this? We both have the same objective and I believe that working
together will bring a quicker end to all of this."
He seemed to consider it for a moment. Looking from one to the other, he finally
sighed. "All right. But if it doesn't work, I'm doin' it my way. Understand?"
"Good. That will be acceptable," replied Charles. "I believe that's all for now.
I'll locate D'Arcy again with Cerebro and let you all know as soon as possible where he
is."
The group got up to leave, but Joy hung back for a moment. "Logan? Can I talk
to you?"
When he heard his name, Logan turned to find Joy still seated in her place. He let
the others pass by and the two of them were alone together. "What's up?"
"It about Bobby."
Logan growled.
"No, no, no... Don't do that. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Did you
say anything to him? He looks so nervous every time he sees you."
Logan averted his eyes.
"Logan?"
Sighing, he looked at her. "What about it? I thought he was hurtin' you. I didn't
want him to upset you."
She smiled. "It was a nice thought. But it's okay. Really." He looked doubtful.
"Listen, I've decided that I can't go around avoiding him or pretending he's not
here, especially now that he'll be joining us. Please Logan, don't make him uncomfortable
anymore. I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."
"But--"
"No. I've made up my mind. Please respect that."
It didn't look like Logan was going to give in, but after a few long moments he
shrugged. "Fine. You want it that way, you got it. 'Sides. I was gettin' tired of it."
Joy smiled. "Thanks, Wolvie."
"And why do you always call me that?--"
* * * * *
"I don't know. Do you think I look good in leather?" The four new recruits were
standing outside the training room, waiting for Mr. Summers, ah, Cyclops... or is it Scott?
to arrive. Jubilee was fidgeting with her new uniform.
"You look fine, Jubes. Stop worrying about it," replied Bobby, although he was
fidgeting a little himself. Man, were these things tight.
"I'm glad you all managed to be here on time," Scott said as he came up to them,
clipboard in hand. "Everything all right?" he asked Jubilee, who looked frustrated enough
to fry the outfit with her powers
"Yeah, yeah. I'm all right. So when do we get to have fun?"
He smiled. "Right now." Entering an entry code into the control panel next to the
door, it slid open. As he stepped inside, the four new members tentatively followed.
"Wow!" exclaimed Kitty, usually the quiet one. "This place is huge!"
"I don't get it," said Bobby, frowning. "How are we supposed to train when
there's nothin' in the room?"
He was right. There wasn't anything. No obstacles, no equipment, just a big
empty space.
Scott smiled. He held up a small remote device and pushed a button. Suddenly,
the walls disappeared, and they found themselves in a steaming jungle.
The former students stared wide-mouthed at the morphed room, while Scott's grin
got wider.
"This is the training room. Holographic technology enables us to manipulate the
surroundings. It only appears that we're somewhere else, so don't worry; we're still in the
mansion. And don't any of you start thinking that you can use this for fun, like on Star
Trek," -he pushed another button and the whir of machinery could be heard- "because we
have a lot of work to do."
* * * * *
The door slid open once more, and four, very haggard, very exhausted youths fell
out, followed by their unscathed instructor.
"Ah, Mr. Summers, er... Scott," began Bobby, trying to stay upright. "I think
instead of the training room, it should be called the "danger room"."
"Hummm...." Scott seemed to consider it for a moment. "Let me take it up with
the Professor. Now then," he turned to the mass of sweating bodies that lay on the floor
before him, "what did you think?"
"I think I need a vacation," remarked Jubilee.
"I think it is a lot of work. Too much work," said Piotr.
"I think I need a doctor," rasped Bobby, who by this time had collapsed with the
others.
"I think I can't think anymore," moaned Kitty.
"Good!" beamed Scott. "Then you'll all be ready to go again, first thing in the
morning." With that, he made his exit, calling over his shoulder, "and don't forget we
have class in fifteen minutes!"
A collective groan echoed down the hall.
Struggling, Bobby managed to sit up halfway. "What have we done?"
* * * * *
"So? Have you thought of one yet?" Rogue was practically hanging on Bobby as
they sat to eat dinner.
"One what?" he asked, too engrossed with his growling stomach.
"A codename, stupid! What else?"
"Oh, that," he said, mumbling through a piece of bread he had just shoved in his
mouth. "Uh, I think so."
"You? Think?" It was Kitty. She took a seat across from Bobby, followed by the
remaining junior members of the team. "That's hard to believe."
"Shut up, Kitty. Or should I call you Shadowcat?"
"Hey, I like the name," she defended.
"I like it as well. It suits her," defended Piotr.
"At least yours has something to it," replied Bobby. "Colossus versus Shadowcat.
Humm.... I wonder who would win?"
"Now, now Bobby. Let's not get nasty. What about you Jubes?" Rogue asked,
leaning over Bobby to speak to Jubilee who had seated herself on his other side.
"Who, me?" she replied, mouth full of hamburger. "Well, ah... I like the name
Jubilee just fine, thanks. Besides, it suits me, don't ya think?"
"Bobby doesn't think, remember?" piped Kitty.
Bobby glared at her. "Ha, ha. Very funny."
"Well, sugah, what have you come up with?" asked Rogue again.
Bobby hesitated for a moment. "Umm, I ah... I was thinking of something like Mr.
Freeze... but that was already taken." There were stifled giggles from the rest. "Hey,
come on! It's harder than you think! I mean, you get stuck with a bad name, and it'll
follow you forever!"
"How about Frosty?" suggested Jubilee.
"Or Popcicle?" added Kitty.
"Or howsabout you both be quiet for once?" snapped Bobby. The two girls fell
back to their plates.
"You can turn into ice, right?" asked Piotr quietly. He wasn't much for
conversation.
"Yeah," answered Bobby.
"What about Iceman?" he replied. "It is short and makes sense. Also, it is very
cool."
When he saw the girls starting to crack up again, he quickly added, "Sorry. No
pun intended."
But Bobby wasn't paying much attention to the others. "Iceman..." he mumbled
to himself, "Yeah, Iceman. I like it. Thanks Piotr!"
"No problem. That is what I am here for."
They all laughed now, including Bobby. Iceman. Yeah, that could work...
* * * * *
"Whatcha say this was again?" asked Cable.
"A car," replied Scott.
"And what's it do?"
"It moves. It's a mode of transportation."
"What's it run on?"
"Gasoline."
"That ancient stuff? Man, it's amazing you actually survived the twenty first
century."
Scott and their new guest were standing in one of the garages, surrounded by a
variety of very new, very expensive cars.
"Is there a reason they're so ugly, or is it just a fluke?"
"Hey!" Scott defended, stroking the nearby BMW. "You'll hurt their feelings."
"Oh, brother," Cable mumbled as he turned to leave. "Ya got anything else ta
show me?"
"Not much. Just the Blackbird. Then we can have supper, if you like."
"Blackbird? That thing you call a jet?" He looked doubtfully at Scott. "Think I'll
pass. Besides, I'm starving."
Fine by Scott. He was starving, too. Training new recruits and teaching made him
hungry.
End of Part III...
When the Blackbird arrived on the outskirts of London, the sky was clear and the
sun was shining bright. That didn't make for very good cover. Scott looked over to
Ororo who was sitting just behind the passenger's seat. "It's time."
As her eyes clouded over, a think fog began to form; perfect weather for the city.
Now with protection against any unwanted attention, it wasn't long before they reached
the river and followed it to their destination. Setting down in a nearby lot, the team
landed close to the abandoned factory that lay next to the Thames.
After they had all emerged from the jet, Logan just couldn't resist. "Now
everyone remember where we parked!" Groans were the only reply. He shrugged and
they made their way towards the building.
"Now, I don't know if he'll be alone or not," said Joy as they walked. "Charles
didn't pick up any other mutants in the area when he searched?" She turned to face Scott.
He shook his head. "No, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be prepared for
a fight."
Logan's nose began to twitch as soon as they reached the building. "There's
somethin' fishy goin' on here, and I don't mean the river." They all froze. There was the
sound of metal ripping thought the air and Logan stood ready, claws out. "I'm smellin'
two people." He glanced at Scott. "Looks like our pal has company."
Silently, their leader motioned for them to stay where they were while he checked
around the corner. A moment later, he reappeared and waved for them to follow. He had
found a fire exit that lead up to the second floor.
"We'll enter up there," he said pointing to the door. "Hopefully, we'll be able to
find out what's going on without getting in the way."
* * * * *
The place was enormous. They were standing on the second floor which ran
around the building. It was more like an observation ring, with little offices here and there
for the management to keep an eye on the work without having to go down to the floor.
Without warning there was a large crash and someone yelled. Running to the edge
of the floor, the team cautiously peered over the edge. At first all they couldn't see
anything. There were crates and old machinery scattered everywhere, blocking their view.
Then, something flew though the air and a person stumbled out from a pile boxes.
He landed hard on his back; the air-born projectile missing only by inches. Scott had his
hand up to his visor and Logan was visibly impatient. They were ready to act, but not just
yet.
As soon as the man struggled to his feet he dove behind a piece of equipment,
shooting something as he sailed through the air, but the group was still too far away to see
clearly what was happening.
However, from their view up top, they were able to spot another man on the
opposite side of the room. He seemed very agitated and waved his hands constantly. And
every time he did, something else would fly at the other man. Without having to ask, the
team knew this was D'Arcy. But who was the other?
They simultaneous looked to Joy for an answer, but she could only shrug her
shoulders.
The battle raged closer and closer to the team, and Joy began staring at the
stranger, a confused look on her face. I know him, she thought, but who? No, it couldn't
be? It only took a moment before her expression resolved into that of shock.
"It isn't. Not now," she mumbled, the team turning to face her. "Cable?"
* * * * *
"Hey Rogue, can I talk to ya?" Bobby yelled at the girl who was walking away
from the house, book in hand.
She turned to see young Robert Drake run up to her, hopeful look on his face.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Well, it's that new guest of ours, the one that--"
Mr. Drake, could I see you in my office, please. Bobby stopped in mid
sentence. Rogue gave him a curious look. "Go on," she said.
"Sorry Rogue," he replied, tapping the side of his head. "The Professor wants to
see me. Can I catch you later, though? I would really like to talk to you."
"Sure, Sugah. I'll be ovah by the tree when ya need me," she said pointing to her
favorite reading spot.
Bobby smiled. "Thanks." Turning, he headed for the mansion.
* * * * *
"Thank you for all coming so promptly," said the Professor from behind his desk,
four young adults standing in front of him. "The reason I called you here is because I have
something very important to talk to you about."
It wasn't everyday that the Professor just showed up in their heads and asked them
to see him. They were a little nervous, and it showed. Obviously, the Professor could tell.
"Don't worry," he assured them, "you're not in any trouble." They collectively let out a
sigh of relief. "But what I do have to say," he continued, "is of the utmost importance.
Please, have a seat."
There were four chairs already set up and waiting for them. Bobby, Piotr, Jubilee,
and Kitty all took a seat. They weren't tense anymore; that had been replaced by a new
curiosity.
The Professor went on, "I've asked you here because this is all your final year. I
know that some of you may have plans to continue with your education, and some of
you," he looked at Bobby, "have no clue as to what you'll be doing." Bobby shrunk a
little in his seat. It wasn't his fault he couldn't decide what he wanted to do. He'd
thought about it for a long time. What would be a respectable career? An accountant?
Nah...
"Before you make any definite plans, however," continued Professor Xavier,
"there is something I'd like to ask you." He leaned forward on his desk. "What I'm about
to discuss must remain absolutely secret, though. Is that understood?" All four nodded.
"Good. You've learned all you can though this school, and each of you have achieved an
impressive level of control with your powers. I'd like to offer you something that,
hopefully, will mean a huge difference in both yours and other people's lives."
No one said anything so Charles continued. "I'm sure you've noticed that this is
more than just a school."
They nodded. How could you NOT notice a super secret stealth jet take off in the
middle of the night right outside your window, thought Bobby. Sure, he'd noticed; so had
the rest of the students.
The Professor leaned back in his chair again. "This is more than just a school.
You know that your teachers, who you call the X-Men, are more than just that. But
what? you ask." He steepled his fingers, lying his elbows on the arms of his chair. "They
choose to fight, for human and mutants alike, protecting them from harm. It's a
tremendous responsibility, but also extremely rewarding. I'm here to offer you that same
choice."
* * * * *
When he heard his name, Cable turned to where the sound had come from. While
he was momentarily distracted, his adversary took advantage of the situation and hurled a
large crate in his direction. It hit Cable in the back of the head and the large man went
down. Just before he blacked out, though, he cursed himself for not being more careful.
When his opponent had been taken out, D'Arcy followed where his rival's gaze
had distracted him and noticed for the first time the five people watching the conflict.
Needless to say, he made a quick exit.
"Storm, Wolverine, go after him," ordered Cyclops as he pointed after D'Arcy.
"Jean, Joy, come with me." Storm took to the air, while Wolverine made the long drop to
the ground floor. The others opted for a more safe route of stairs.
Cyclops reached the man first, who was still unconscious. He stopped a few steps
away, but Joy pushed her way past their leader and knelt by his side.
"Joy, be careful--"
"It's okay, Scott. I know him."
Jean and Scott exchanged confused glances. "How?"
"Later. Right now, he needs medical attention. Jean?"
Jean stepped closer and examined the stranger. "He has a concussion. That was a
pretty bad hit, Scott. I think we need to get him back to the mansion."
"As soon as--"
There was the sound of metal on metal. Logan appeared from around an old piece
of equipment, adamantium claws dragging along its rusted surface. He was noticeably
upset.
"Back so soon? What happened?"
"He got away," Logan growled. "Musta took to the water or somethin'. His
scent ended at the edge of the river."
"Let him go for now," said Cyclops, picking up their new guest with Jean's help.
"We have more urgent business."
* * * * *
"I don't know if this was such a good idea, Jean." Ororo and Jean Grey were
standing outside the meeting room, watching through the observation window. Cable was
pacing while Joy was seated, obviously trying not to loose her patience. You didn't have
to be a telepath to figure that one out. Poor Scott was sitting quietly by - at the other end
of the table.
"I'm glad he's all right," said Jean, her brow creased, "but I don't know if he was
worth the trouble. If only the room wasn't sound proof."
Ororo nodded her agreement. As they continued to watch their two recent
visitors, the Professor came up from behind. "How is it going?"
Jean sighed. "Not well, by the looks of it."
Joy was now standing, yelling, and heading for the door. A rush of sound met the
three observers' as the entrance slid open.
"Whatcha mean?! I don't understand! How could--"
"Listen lady, I told you already," Cable interrupted, "I don't know you. I've never
seen you before. If you ask me, its those damn alternate timelines that've got ya messed
up."
"Fine, fine..." Joy trailed off as she threw her hands up in surrender. "Whatever.
When he wants to talk," she said to Jean, "let me know. I'll be in my room." She went
one way down the hall, Cable the other.
Scott slowly emerged from the room, his visor hiding the worried look in his eyes.
"I don't know what to make of it," he told the waiting group. "I guess we'd better let
them cool off while I fill you in."
When the entire team, including Logan, had been seated, Scott began. "Well," he
said, scratching the back of his head, "Joy says she knows him. He says she doesn't."
"We gathered that, Scott," said Jean, "but why is she so upset?"
"Apparently, he's the reason why she's here. Plus, there's this alternate timeline
thing, or something like that. I think you'd be able to grasp it better than me," he said
looking at Jean. "I guess he's not the Cable she knows. From another future or
something. I think I need an aspirin..."
"Did he say why he was fighting D'Arcy?" asked the Professor.
"No, not really. I think we should ALL have a talk, once things settle," suggested
Scott. "Then maybe we'll get some real answers."
"Well, in the meantime, and since you're all here, I'd like to bring up an important
issue," continued Charles as he reached for a control panel built into the table. "You can
come in now."
A moment later, four, somewhat nervous looking students shuffled in. "Scott and
I have discussed this at length," said the Professor, "and we have decided that these will
be our new X-Men."
Silence.
The poor students, although totally familiar with their teachers, weren't quite sure
how to act. This whole superhero thing was new to them, and needless to say, they were
a bit nervous.
Finally, the Professor motioned towards the empty chairs at the foot of the table.
"Please, have a seat."
He didn't want to, but Bobby ended up sitting next to Logan. The older man gave
him a cold look, then turned to the Professor. "So they'll be goin' on missions with us?"
The Professor nodded. "Just as observers to start, of course."
"Of course," grumbled Logan under his breath.
Ignoring the remark, Charles went on. "They will begin training as soon as
possible. Besides that, they have also decided to teach."
Ororo and Jean looked pleased; their students had turned out very well. Logan on
the other hand, had his doubts. "So what'll they be doin'? Home ec?"
Again, the Professor held his cool. "Kitty will be teaching computers, since we all
know what a natural she is with them." The young women blushed and stared down at the
table top. "Piotr will, of course, be starting a new visual arts program. Jubilee has
decided we need a fashion course, and Bobby," he paused for a moment, "will be working
in the garage - at least for now. But he's also shown some signs of possibly pursuing
accounting or--"
"Wait a sec," piped in Logan. "The garage is my area. I don't need no--"
"It will do both of you some good, I'm sure," said the Professor. "Besides, Mr.
Drake is actually quite talented at mechanics."
Scott nodded. "I'll vouch for him, Logan."
All this time, poor unfortunate Robert Drake had to sit beside Logan, the one man
he wanted to be the farthest from. And to make matters worse, was now going to be
working with.
Logan didn't say anything after that, not that he wouldn't later. He knew he was
out numbered, and it was no use fighting when he knew he couldn't win.
"That's it," finished the Professor. "I just wanted to introduce you to the newest
members of the team. If you four will follow Jean," he nodded at the newcomers, "she'll
show you around the base."
They got up to leave, following their former teacher out the door. "And remember
to get them their uniforms," called a smiling Scott. They could all hear a resounding
"Cool!" come from down the passage. No doubt, it was from Jubilee.
"The rest of you are free to leave, although I want to have a meeting with both our
guests in about an hour," said Charles. The others got up, but Scott paused a moment on
his way out. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"
The Professor thought for a moment. He knew Scott was concerned for their
newest members' safety, but that was a decision they made themselves. Also, if anything
should happen to the current team... He looked up at his first X-Man. "If we want to
survive," he said, "yes."
Nodding, he left the Professor alone with his thoughts.
* * * * *
"This is so cool, Rogue! I can't believe it!"
"Congratulations, Bobby," replied Rogue. "I knew you had it in you." She was
still absorbed in her novel when Bobby had found her.
"Jean said it was all right that I talked to you about it, since you already know
about the team and all." He knew she hadn't been asked to join since she was still dealing
with control problems. Maybe in time...
"And I even got a uniform! Man, this is so awesome." He was one big grin.
Apparently, during their little tour, the tortures of having to deal with Logan had worn off,
giving way to undeniable excitement.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, anyways?" asked Rogue all of a
sudden, looking up from her book.
"Oh, yeah, that. Well," -Bobby leaned back against the trunk with Rogue- "I just
wanted to see if you knew anything about our visitor. Her name's Joy, and I guess there's
something about her that makes her important."
"Why ya say that?" she asked.
"Well, last night, Logan had a little talk with me--"
"*Logan* had a talk with you? Sugah, are you all right?" She was being sincere.
That made Bobby nervous again.
"Yeah," he ventured slowly, not sure why she was so concerned. "But I don't
think it was a big deal. He just told me to stay away from her. I wanted to know why."
Rogue's brow was furrowed as she thought. "That's strange. But ah guess if he
didn't yell at ya or nuthin', you'll be all right."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence," he replied sarcastically. "I just hope you're
right."
As the two young mutants sat under the tree in the yard, a silent figure stood at an
open window on the second floor of the mansion. Following her gaze, you would find
yourself watching the young couple having their conversation.
Inside, Joy knew that this wasn't *her* Bobby. He didn't know her, and she
didn't really know him. She sighed. She knew she had to let him go, but it was so hard!
After a lot of thought, and even more tears, she decided that she wouldn't be tortured
anymore. And she wouldn't try to avoid him, either.
He wasn't her Bobby. At least, not yet...
* * * * *
"Glad you could all be here," said the Professor as he took the head of the table for
the second time that day. "Now we might be able to work a few things out." Everyone
was there, including the four new members and their unexpected guest.
Logan had warned Bobby with a glare when he entered, but that was it. The
young man took a seat as far away from Joy as possible.
The Professor began by turning her. "Tell us again how you know Cable."
She took a deep breath. "Well, like I've said before, he's the reason why I'm
here."
Cable was about to interrupt when Charles put up a hand to silence him.
"Everyone gets their turn to speak." Reluctantly, the gruff man shifted back into his seat.
"As I was saying," Joy continued, "in the future, Cable, or at least, *my* Cable, is
the leader of the resistance movement against D'Arcy. Actually, no one knows exactly
who he is or where he came from, only that he was willing to fight, and die, for our
cause." She looked him in the eye. "You showed up a few months before my mission,
after our old leader was killed. You took his place and your the one that sent me back
here, to the X-Men."
There was a long moment of silence when she just stared at him, apparently
satisfied with what had been said. Charles motioned for Cable to speak.
He straightened a little before he began. "First off, I don't know you," he pointed
at Joy, "and I don't know who the X-Men are. At least, not before today. So don't go
pullin' any crap on me. I'm not your leader, and I ain't gonna be."
Jean cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question. Couldn't you
be the person she's talking about, though? Only a future self? I mean, it seems it could
make sense."
"Possibly," he growled, "but unlikely. In our little chat earlier, how old did you
say I was?" he directed the question at Joy.
"Before I left, we had just celebrated your 37th birthday."
"You see, I'm 42. It couldn't be me. Like I said, it's probably a different timeline
that I come from. You run into these sorta things. In my experience, it's better if you
don't ask any questions. That way," he glared at Jean, "you don't go crazy."
Jean backed down and sunk into her chair.
"Why were you attacking D'Arcy?" asked Scott, eager to find out, and also to
direct the man's anger in another direction.
"I was just monitoring some channels when I saw a temporal spike. Thought I'd
check it out. Never thought I'd find D'Arcy here. We go back a long way... and he owes
me." Cable started to drift into his own thoughts when an idea came to him. He looked at
Joy. "Musta been your arrival. When ya say you arrived? Couple of days ago? That
musta been what I picked up."
"So I guess your not the person I know." Joy seemed disappointed. It was a
moment before she spoke again. "So why exactly are you after him?"
He grunted. "Moron tried to take me out, in my time. Along with the rest of my
family. Thought I owed him one."
"I think, then," joined the Professor, "that we can all work together, since we have
the same goal in mind."
Cable looked uncomfortable at the thought. He didn't like working with others,
especially when he didn't have to.
"Listen," he said, "I'm grateful that you didn't let 'em kill me, but I don't need
anyone else's help. I can take care of the situation myself."
"May I point out," interrupted Logan, "that if we hadn't showed up, he mighta just
got to ya first?"
"Only because--"
"Gentlemen, please," Charles interjected. "Cable, would it really be so difficult to
work with us on this? We both have the same objective and I believe that working
together will bring a quicker end to all of this."
He seemed to consider it for a moment. Looking from one to the other, he finally
sighed. "All right. But if it doesn't work, I'm doin' it my way. Understand?"
"Good. That will be acceptable," replied Charles. "I believe that's all for now.
I'll locate D'Arcy again with Cerebro and let you all know as soon as possible where he
is."
The group got up to leave, but Joy hung back for a moment. "Logan? Can I talk
to you?"
When he heard his name, Logan turned to find Joy still seated in her place. He let
the others pass by and the two of them were alone together. "What's up?"
"It about Bobby."
Logan growled.
"No, no, no... Don't do that. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Did you
say anything to him? He looks so nervous every time he sees you."
Logan averted his eyes.
"Logan?"
Sighing, he looked at her. "What about it? I thought he was hurtin' you. I didn't
want him to upset you."
She smiled. "It was a nice thought. But it's okay. Really." He looked doubtful.
"Listen, I've decided that I can't go around avoiding him or pretending he's not
here, especially now that he'll be joining us. Please Logan, don't make him uncomfortable
anymore. I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."
"But--"
"No. I've made up my mind. Please respect that."
It didn't look like Logan was going to give in, but after a few long moments he
shrugged. "Fine. You want it that way, you got it. 'Sides. I was gettin' tired of it."
Joy smiled. "Thanks, Wolvie."
"And why do you always call me that?--"
* * * * *
"I don't know. Do you think I look good in leather?" The four new recruits were
standing outside the training room, waiting for Mr. Summers, ah, Cyclops... or is it Scott?
to arrive. Jubilee was fidgeting with her new uniform.
"You look fine, Jubes. Stop worrying about it," replied Bobby, although he was
fidgeting a little himself. Man, were these things tight.
"I'm glad you all managed to be here on time," Scott said as he came up to them,
clipboard in hand. "Everything all right?" he asked Jubilee, who looked frustrated enough
to fry the outfit with her powers
"Yeah, yeah. I'm all right. So when do we get to have fun?"
He smiled. "Right now." Entering an entry code into the control panel next to the
door, it slid open. As he stepped inside, the four new members tentatively followed.
"Wow!" exclaimed Kitty, usually the quiet one. "This place is huge!"
"I don't get it," said Bobby, frowning. "How are we supposed to train when
there's nothin' in the room?"
He was right. There wasn't anything. No obstacles, no equipment, just a big
empty space.
Scott smiled. He held up a small remote device and pushed a button. Suddenly,
the walls disappeared, and they found themselves in a steaming jungle.
The former students stared wide-mouthed at the morphed room, while Scott's grin
got wider.
"This is the training room. Holographic technology enables us to manipulate the
surroundings. It only appears that we're somewhere else, so don't worry; we're still in the
mansion. And don't any of you start thinking that you can use this for fun, like on Star
Trek," -he pushed another button and the whir of machinery could be heard- "because we
have a lot of work to do."
* * * * *
The door slid open once more, and four, very haggard, very exhausted youths fell
out, followed by their unscathed instructor.
"Ah, Mr. Summers, er... Scott," began Bobby, trying to stay upright. "I think
instead of the training room, it should be called the "danger room"."
"Hummm...." Scott seemed to consider it for a moment. "Let me take it up with
the Professor. Now then," he turned to the mass of sweating bodies that lay on the floor
before him, "what did you think?"
"I think I need a vacation," remarked Jubilee.
"I think it is a lot of work. Too much work," said Piotr.
"I think I need a doctor," rasped Bobby, who by this time had collapsed with the
others.
"I think I can't think anymore," moaned Kitty.
"Good!" beamed Scott. "Then you'll all be ready to go again, first thing in the
morning." With that, he made his exit, calling over his shoulder, "and don't forget we
have class in fifteen minutes!"
A collective groan echoed down the hall.
Struggling, Bobby managed to sit up halfway. "What have we done?"
* * * * *
"So? Have you thought of one yet?" Rogue was practically hanging on Bobby as
they sat to eat dinner.
"One what?" he asked, too engrossed with his growling stomach.
"A codename, stupid! What else?"
"Oh, that," he said, mumbling through a piece of bread he had just shoved in his
mouth. "Uh, I think so."
"You? Think?" It was Kitty. She took a seat across from Bobby, followed by the
remaining junior members of the team. "That's hard to believe."
"Shut up, Kitty. Or should I call you Shadowcat?"
"Hey, I like the name," she defended.
"I like it as well. It suits her," defended Piotr.
"At least yours has something to it," replied Bobby. "Colossus versus Shadowcat.
Humm.... I wonder who would win?"
"Now, now Bobby. Let's not get nasty. What about you Jubes?" Rogue asked,
leaning over Bobby to speak to Jubilee who had seated herself on his other side.
"Who, me?" she replied, mouth full of hamburger. "Well, ah... I like the name
Jubilee just fine, thanks. Besides, it suits me, don't ya think?"
"Bobby doesn't think, remember?" piped Kitty.
Bobby glared at her. "Ha, ha. Very funny."
"Well, sugah, what have you come up with?" asked Rogue again.
Bobby hesitated for a moment. "Umm, I ah... I was thinking of something like Mr.
Freeze... but that was already taken." There were stifled giggles from the rest. "Hey,
come on! It's harder than you think! I mean, you get stuck with a bad name, and it'll
follow you forever!"
"How about Frosty?" suggested Jubilee.
"Or Popcicle?" added Kitty.
"Or howsabout you both be quiet for once?" snapped Bobby. The two girls fell
back to their plates.
"You can turn into ice, right?" asked Piotr quietly. He wasn't much for
conversation.
"Yeah," answered Bobby.
"What about Iceman?" he replied. "It is short and makes sense. Also, it is very
cool."
When he saw the girls starting to crack up again, he quickly added, "Sorry. No
pun intended."
But Bobby wasn't paying much attention to the others. "Iceman..." he mumbled
to himself, "Yeah, Iceman. I like it. Thanks Piotr!"
"No problem. That is what I am here for."
They all laughed now, including Bobby. Iceman. Yeah, that could work...
* * * * *
"Whatcha say this was again?" asked Cable.
"A car," replied Scott.
"And what's it do?"
"It moves. It's a mode of transportation."
"What's it run on?"
"Gasoline."
"That ancient stuff? Man, it's amazing you actually survived the twenty first
century."
Scott and their new guest were standing in one of the garages, surrounded by a
variety of very new, very expensive cars.
"Is there a reason they're so ugly, or is it just a fluke?"
"Hey!" Scott defended, stroking the nearby BMW. "You'll hurt their feelings."
"Oh, brother," Cable mumbled as he turned to leave. "Ya got anything else ta
show me?"
"Not much. Just the Blackbird. Then we can have supper, if you like."
"Blackbird? That thing you call a jet?" He looked doubtfully at Scott. "Think I'll
pass. Besides, I'm starving."
Fine by Scott. He was starving, too. Training new recruits and teaching made him
hungry.
End of Part III...