This is just a piece that I had to put in. It shows how the Resistance
members feel about each other in this alternate dimension. And hints at
things to come in later fics.
Mirror Relationships
Observation Entry 1265493865. Subject, altered dimensional resistance members. Specific notes: Relationships with other members of the resistance. Begin log entry.
In my longstanding observances of the residents of the planet known as Earth, I have noted many relationships formed and destroyed. This log entry will show such relationships between members of the Resistance in the dimension that I have been commenting on.
Lance paced the section of the sewers that his resistance cell was currently using as a base. Finally he sat down on the straw pallet that served as his bed. A tear trickling down his cheek, he reached underneath and pulled out a box that contained his few cherished items. Among them, a shard from his helmet, a picture of him and the ex-brotherhood boys hanging around Bayville, and a photograph of Kitty. He took this last one out, and looked at it smiling sadly.
"Be safe Kitty." He whispered, "Be safe." ***********************************************************************
Peter let out his frustration on the training area. He was angry. Angry at Kitty for leaving him, angry at the other resistance members for keeping him in the dark, but most of all angry at himself for not being able to do anything, not being able to protect her.
And at Lance. He was mad at Lance for caring about Kitty. He was mad at Lance for not stopping asking questions until he found out where Kitty was going. Right now he jut wanted to lash out at someone. Toad gave him that chance, although not knowingly. He came in silently, and Peter didn't notice him until he was right behind him. Startled he backhanded him into a wall.
Toad hit the wall feet first and sprang at Peter. He spit slime over Peter's eyes, and kicked the back of his kneecap. Peter hit the ground, changing to metal form.
He swiped at Toad, who grabbed his hand and flung him into a wall. Peter got back up and charged again, guessing where Toad was. Toad jumped over his head, and Peter ran into another wall.
"Got control of yourself tin man?"
Peter, scraping the slime off his eyes, didn't answer. Toad walked out. ***********************************************************************
Scott was in the planning room alone, with maps spread out all over the table when Toad stormed in.
"Summers, your boy attacked me!"
"Not my boy, there are no more X-men." He looked at Toad, "You were talking about one of the previous X-men, weren't you?"
"Damn right I was. And he is your boy. The treaty we drew up when we formed the merging says you have command over all of the X-men, unless they're on a mission with a different leader."
"All right, so he is my boy. Which one, incidentally?"
"Peter. I walked into the training area and he backhanded me into a wall. No idea why. The guy's a loose cannon. "
"He hit you."
"Yes."
"And you hadn't said anything to him that might provoke him?"
"He didn't give me the chance."
"He hit you, then what did you do?"
"I slimed him so he couldn't see, and knocked him down. Then the guy went metal on me. Luckily he couldn't see or I'd be an ex-Toad."
"I'll take care of it."
"See that you do Summers." ***********************************************************************
Althea dropped down through the manhole, and then carefully replaced the cover.
Suddenly she heard something behind her. She whirled around. It was Todd.
"Hey Al."
"Hey Todd."
"You came back."
"So did you."
"Hey, they can't kill me, I'm just too stubborn to go down."
"And aren't I glad of it." They kissed.
"Todd," said Althea after a while.
"Yeah?"
"On the mission someone betrayed you didn't they?"
"Not on the team," Answered Todd evasively, not wanting to answer the question, because it would confirm his worst fears about what had gone wrong. There was a traitor in their midst. Someone relatively high up in the intelligence gathering operation.
"But someone set you up. They gave you false information."
"Yeah. In fact, that's part of what I wanted to come here to talk about."
"What?"
"I'm going on a sting operation to try and flush out any plants or moles. I'll be working deep undercover; I'm not even allowed to tell you the details. But essentially I'll be disguised as a low ranking member of our espionage operation."
"How long?"
"I don't know."
"Starting when?"
"I'm not allowed to say. I've already probably told you more than I should have."
"Why? I'm not even in the intelligence operation."
"The more you know, the more risk you're at. Al, whoever's selling us out, is probably desperate. I'm guessing they're willing to go farther then giving us bad information. Besides that, I think that someone in the command department is mixed up in this. If they deicide to get rid of me, quiet like, they'll probably try to track down anyone who knows about this operation, so they can't spill the beans about what I was doing."
"Todd, I can take care of myself."
"So can I. If these guys take me out, you'll have a hard time beating them. I just don't want you to get hurt, OK?"
"OK Todd, I just wish it didn't have to be like this."
"So do I Al, but that's out of our hands now." ***********************************************************************
Jean was washing dishes in a bucket of warm water. Scott came up behind her and began massaging her back.
"Hey Scott. What's going on?"
"We're having internal problems."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, first of all, the mission was obviously a set up. They were waiting for us."
"True. From what I've heard, the Captain America thing was a setup too."
"Right. So someone's giving us bad information. Second, Peter attacked Toad in the training area. I don't know why, but the way Toad made it out, Peter was really trying to hurt him."
"That's odd. I mean, I would have understood if it were Lance, but Toad? What does he have against him?"
"My guess is that his anger wasn't directed at Toad. He was just lashing out."
"I see."
"Third, I think Captain America is suicidal."
"You're joking!"
"I'm not. It makes sense in a twisted sort of way when you think about it. His entire existence was dedicated to protecting America. Now he's failed that mission. He has no reason to live."
"You don't honestly believe that, do you?"
"No, but he does."
"Do you really think there's any danger of him committing suicide?" Jean was genuinely concerned.
"I'm not really sure Jean. Right now, I'm not really sure of anything." ***********************************************************************
Amanda, far away in Asia with Doctor Strange wasn't aware of what was going on. She'd been meditating for three weeks, almost straight.
She suddenly crashed to the ground from the six feet in the air where she had been meditating. She had to look to see what was going on back home. She turned to Doctor Strange.
"Master, may I try the scrying spell?"
He looked at her curiously. Then he nodded. "Very well."
"Thank you master." She bowed, and went to a large chest, out of which she pulled a scrying crystal. She spoke some words, and formed a picture in her mind. Kurt appeared in the crystal, brandishing a sword. Then there was a flash of images. The mansion in flames, a cold body under a sheet, Fred kneeling, quietly crying over Angelina's dead body, troops marching on a military base, a man in a glass case, dressed in red, white, and blue, and holding a flag colored shield, the Blind Master standing in front of a doorway, fighting off ninjas wearing the insignia of a snake, Rogue grabbing Remy's face, Roberto throwing one soldier into a tree, then whirling around to face another three, the Morlocks running away from a group of androids through a series of tunnels, then she began to faint.
Doctor Strange caught her. "What did you see child?"
"I saw... war. Back home."
"Did you see what is, what was, or what might yet be?"
"The past, I think, and some of the future. And Kurt, he was different. He was harder. Like he'd do whatever he had to. He was... He was Death incarnate to his enemies, and hard the rest of the time."
Doctor Strange nodded. "So it was written, so it has come to be. The sins of the father are apparent in the son."
That's all for today. One more chapter on Cyclops's codename.
Mirror Relationships
Observation Entry 1265493865. Subject, altered dimensional resistance members. Specific notes: Relationships with other members of the resistance. Begin log entry.
In my longstanding observances of the residents of the planet known as Earth, I have noted many relationships formed and destroyed. This log entry will show such relationships between members of the Resistance in the dimension that I have been commenting on.
Lance paced the section of the sewers that his resistance cell was currently using as a base. Finally he sat down on the straw pallet that served as his bed. A tear trickling down his cheek, he reached underneath and pulled out a box that contained his few cherished items. Among them, a shard from his helmet, a picture of him and the ex-brotherhood boys hanging around Bayville, and a photograph of Kitty. He took this last one out, and looked at it smiling sadly.
"Be safe Kitty." He whispered, "Be safe." ***********************************************************************
Peter let out his frustration on the training area. He was angry. Angry at Kitty for leaving him, angry at the other resistance members for keeping him in the dark, but most of all angry at himself for not being able to do anything, not being able to protect her.
And at Lance. He was mad at Lance for caring about Kitty. He was mad at Lance for not stopping asking questions until he found out where Kitty was going. Right now he jut wanted to lash out at someone. Toad gave him that chance, although not knowingly. He came in silently, and Peter didn't notice him until he was right behind him. Startled he backhanded him into a wall.
Toad hit the wall feet first and sprang at Peter. He spit slime over Peter's eyes, and kicked the back of his kneecap. Peter hit the ground, changing to metal form.
He swiped at Toad, who grabbed his hand and flung him into a wall. Peter got back up and charged again, guessing where Toad was. Toad jumped over his head, and Peter ran into another wall.
"Got control of yourself tin man?"
Peter, scraping the slime off his eyes, didn't answer. Toad walked out. ***********************************************************************
Scott was in the planning room alone, with maps spread out all over the table when Toad stormed in.
"Summers, your boy attacked me!"
"Not my boy, there are no more X-men." He looked at Toad, "You were talking about one of the previous X-men, weren't you?"
"Damn right I was. And he is your boy. The treaty we drew up when we formed the merging says you have command over all of the X-men, unless they're on a mission with a different leader."
"All right, so he is my boy. Which one, incidentally?"
"Peter. I walked into the training area and he backhanded me into a wall. No idea why. The guy's a loose cannon. "
"He hit you."
"Yes."
"And you hadn't said anything to him that might provoke him?"
"He didn't give me the chance."
"He hit you, then what did you do?"
"I slimed him so he couldn't see, and knocked him down. Then the guy went metal on me. Luckily he couldn't see or I'd be an ex-Toad."
"I'll take care of it."
"See that you do Summers." ***********************************************************************
Althea dropped down through the manhole, and then carefully replaced the cover.
Suddenly she heard something behind her. She whirled around. It was Todd.
"Hey Al."
"Hey Todd."
"You came back."
"So did you."
"Hey, they can't kill me, I'm just too stubborn to go down."
"And aren't I glad of it." They kissed.
"Todd," said Althea after a while.
"Yeah?"
"On the mission someone betrayed you didn't they?"
"Not on the team," Answered Todd evasively, not wanting to answer the question, because it would confirm his worst fears about what had gone wrong. There was a traitor in their midst. Someone relatively high up in the intelligence gathering operation.
"But someone set you up. They gave you false information."
"Yeah. In fact, that's part of what I wanted to come here to talk about."
"What?"
"I'm going on a sting operation to try and flush out any plants or moles. I'll be working deep undercover; I'm not even allowed to tell you the details. But essentially I'll be disguised as a low ranking member of our espionage operation."
"How long?"
"I don't know."
"Starting when?"
"I'm not allowed to say. I've already probably told you more than I should have."
"Why? I'm not even in the intelligence operation."
"The more you know, the more risk you're at. Al, whoever's selling us out, is probably desperate. I'm guessing they're willing to go farther then giving us bad information. Besides that, I think that someone in the command department is mixed up in this. If they deicide to get rid of me, quiet like, they'll probably try to track down anyone who knows about this operation, so they can't spill the beans about what I was doing."
"Todd, I can take care of myself."
"So can I. If these guys take me out, you'll have a hard time beating them. I just don't want you to get hurt, OK?"
"OK Todd, I just wish it didn't have to be like this."
"So do I Al, but that's out of our hands now." ***********************************************************************
Jean was washing dishes in a bucket of warm water. Scott came up behind her and began massaging her back.
"Hey Scott. What's going on?"
"We're having internal problems."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, first of all, the mission was obviously a set up. They were waiting for us."
"True. From what I've heard, the Captain America thing was a setup too."
"Right. So someone's giving us bad information. Second, Peter attacked Toad in the training area. I don't know why, but the way Toad made it out, Peter was really trying to hurt him."
"That's odd. I mean, I would have understood if it were Lance, but Toad? What does he have against him?"
"My guess is that his anger wasn't directed at Toad. He was just lashing out."
"I see."
"Third, I think Captain America is suicidal."
"You're joking!"
"I'm not. It makes sense in a twisted sort of way when you think about it. His entire existence was dedicated to protecting America. Now he's failed that mission. He has no reason to live."
"You don't honestly believe that, do you?"
"No, but he does."
"Do you really think there's any danger of him committing suicide?" Jean was genuinely concerned.
"I'm not really sure Jean. Right now, I'm not really sure of anything." ***********************************************************************
Amanda, far away in Asia with Doctor Strange wasn't aware of what was going on. She'd been meditating for three weeks, almost straight.
She suddenly crashed to the ground from the six feet in the air where she had been meditating. She had to look to see what was going on back home. She turned to Doctor Strange.
"Master, may I try the scrying spell?"
He looked at her curiously. Then he nodded. "Very well."
"Thank you master." She bowed, and went to a large chest, out of which she pulled a scrying crystal. She spoke some words, and formed a picture in her mind. Kurt appeared in the crystal, brandishing a sword. Then there was a flash of images. The mansion in flames, a cold body under a sheet, Fred kneeling, quietly crying over Angelina's dead body, troops marching on a military base, a man in a glass case, dressed in red, white, and blue, and holding a flag colored shield, the Blind Master standing in front of a doorway, fighting off ninjas wearing the insignia of a snake, Rogue grabbing Remy's face, Roberto throwing one soldier into a tree, then whirling around to face another three, the Morlocks running away from a group of androids through a series of tunnels, then she began to faint.
Doctor Strange caught her. "What did you see child?"
"I saw... war. Back home."
"Did you see what is, what was, or what might yet be?"
"The past, I think, and some of the future. And Kurt, he was different. He was harder. Like he'd do whatever he had to. He was... He was Death incarnate to his enemies, and hard the rest of the time."
Doctor Strange nodded. "So it was written, so it has come to be. The sins of the father are apparent in the son."
That's all for today. One more chapter on Cyclops's codename.