Hi everyone. Did you miss me? Don't answer that. Anyway, here is the next
chapter. I know that I said I wasn't going to get into the whole Phoenix thing, but I've
decided to deal with it a little. Does anyone know when the next season of Evo is supposed to start? Just wondering.
Chapter 4
Evo Rogue POV:
Ah've always liked the night. I can remember sitting on Irene's window
seat, looking up at the stars. There is something so comforting about the stars. When
I was little it seemed like the stars were always trying to comfort me, make me smile.
Now I love the stars because they are something that I can't touch, no matter what. I
feel no pressure. Under starlight, I look normal, I feel normal. Stars are so far away
that I don't have to worry about hurting them.
Rogue closed her diary. Kitty had gotten it while she was at the mall. She
had taken one look at the dark black leather cover and bought it for Rogue, knowing
that keeping a diary was a big part of Rogue's nightly routine and it that helped her
sleep. A particularly loud snore from Kitty shook her from her reverie.
She glanced out the window to take one last look at the stars. A movement
below caught her eye. It was her double and the Cajun walking back from the garage.
They were both dressed up and walking hand in hand. They looked like they were very
much in love. Rogue snorted to herself. That Remy guy was annoying. How stupid was
her double? Honestly. Rogue shook her head and went to bed.
The kitchen was even more crowded than usual. Rogue rubbed the sleep from
her eyes. She hated being up this early. One of these days she was going to kill
Kitty for making so much noise in the morning. People were talking and laughing with each other,
waiting for the Beasts to finish making pancakes for everyone.
"Has anyone seen Rogue or Remy this morning?" Jean (phoenix) asked
"Rogue and Gumbo are still sleeping, why do you ask Phoenix?" Wolverine
answered. The visiting X-men all turned to Wolverine.
"Phoenix?" They all chorused.
The professor cleared his throat. "Yes, a few years ago Jean was, well,
possessed by a being known as Phoenix. The Phoenix was the guardian of the-"
"Are ya really gonna go in ta all that? Professor, it would cut down on
the headaches if ya just showed them." Rogue tapped her head as she entered the
kitchen.
"Thank you darlin', I don't think I could stand to here all that again."
Wolverine deadpanned.
The professor shrugged and asked the others for permission to show them
telepathically. The teenagers and their teachers all gave their consent and he shared memories with them.
While he was doing this, Beast stopped his cooking and opened up a nearby cabinet and pulled out
an industrialized bottle of aspirin. He resumed cooking, opening the bottle with his skillful feet and tossing it
into the air and catching it before he began passing out pills. He was just in time, for a chorus of groans from
behind him signaled that the professor was done with the 'explanation'.
"I think I'll just stick to Jean during missions." Jean said, rubbing her
temples. "That is just a bit much."
"What is a bit much, mes ames?" Remy said as he entered, kissing the top of
his Rogue's hair.
"The Phoenix, sugah."
"Oh, Remy got a head ache."
"My dear colleague, pain killers are on the table in front of you."
"T'anks." He pulled out two pills and swallowed them with help from the
coffee Rogue handed him.
"I know that the whole thing was a terrible ordeal, but my dearest friends
and companions, the Shi'ar technology has been so helpful when-" Beast's voice
faded out as realization came to him. "Nightcrawler, go get the apparatus you
were wearing yesterday. I think I can fix it.
Hours Later:
Hank frowned in confusion, then he smiled at Beast in unbridled joy.
"Eureka. I've done it." Beast sighed in satisfaction. "I love me."
Five minutes later:
"Ah don't get it."
Hank sighed again. "Listen my dear, it is really very simple, to travel
across dimensions Forge created a device that alters the wavelengths of-" He cut
himself off at Rogue's look of confusion.
"My dear double, may I try?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, now Rogue, the blue wire makes this part here. The thingamabob
over there, is run by the red wire. When the thingamabob turns it makes this
doohickey move back and forth. That makes a kind of whole in reality. Get it now?"
"I unda'stand perfectly now. Thank ya Beast." She smiled at him and then
turned to Hank. "Why didn't you just say it that way?"
He just groaned and put his head in his hands.
"So, All I have to do is press this button right here." Kurt asked.
"Yes."
"Danke." His team mates were already in contact with him, so he pressed
the button and teleported, filling the whole room with sulfuric smoke.
"Man, this is sooo not good. What am I going to do?" Forge asked, sitting in the control room of the danger
room with his head in his hands. He sniffed, feeling very sorry for himself. Then he raised his head and sniffed again.
He smelled sulfur. He turned around and looked out the window. The floor of the danger room was full of his friends
and – he blinked - and their grown -up selves!
"Where are we?" asked an older version of Scott, helping a woman who was, rather obviously Jean, from the floor.
"I think that the repaired device had a much broader range than
anticipated," answered a shaggier Hank.
"Meaning? In English?"
"I think we have gone back to their universe, my laser-eyed compadre."