A/N: I'm sorry this took a while. I had midterms, projects, and stress piled upon me. And I'm also sorry this is so short. I'll try to be better, although to be honest, my hectic life is only going to get worse for another month. On the other hand, I'm sure the questions will be fun to try and work out! I left a lot up in the air, so tell me what you think will happen, what you want to happen, and how you like the story! Thanks!
"This is incredible!" Charles Xavier exclaimed, watching as Bobby created an ice sculpture in his palm. "It seems Dr. McCoy didn't figure out all the repercussions to his 'Legacy Virus' after all."
The teen couldn't decide whether to be afraid or excited about his new talent. He did know that all the testing Dr. MacTaggert was performing was getting old, though. He felt like a human pincushion.
"Has the doc figured out why it's spreading, or how?" Bobby asked, checking out his iced-up form in the mirror. Concentrating a little, he altered the form to make it a more – hunky.
"Think about what this means! Just like the original plan, we can create an army of super beings! We can take over the world!" The professor knew something that Bobby didn't. The Legacy Virus works differently on different people. Not everyone could survive the changes the Virus wrought on the body. Only the elite. The billions in ransom money made Xavier's mouth water. "Bobby, go get me another martini."
Bobby glared at the Professor. He didn't even notice his new form.
As the boy left, Xavier began to make plans. As soon as they knew how the virus spread, he could threaten the world. Just think, his own group of superbeings with himself at the head.
Marie tried to think. The first time in her life where she felt happy and safe was gone in the blink of an eye. Remy was brooding, his head in her lap as they lay on the grass at the local park. The van had taken off like a bat out of hell and there was no point in trying to follow.
"Remy, Cece was supposed to come over tonight," she said, furrowing her brow. She was supposed to be good at this! In strategy and creativity, she had always been at the top of the class.
He grunted. You would think that he'd show a little more enthusiasm, but ever since the van disappeared, Remy fell into severe depression. It was grating on Marie's nerves.
"So, I bet she could help us. She was part of the staff when this Essex guy came to the Institute to contract your skills. Maybe she knows where to find him." She shoved him off her lap and dragged him to a standing position. "And even if she doesn't, I know somebody who can find out!"
Remy grumbled as he let himself be pulled along by Marie. He felt a little better, though. Her confidence was infectious. By the time they reached the street, he was running along side of her. It was nice having someone to lean on through tough times. And the fact that it was a beautiful young girl certainly didn't hurt.
Scott woke up, his headache miraculously gone. His thinking felt slow, though. The ground was cold against his cheek and he felt aches and pains in his body that he was sure to be feeling for at least a few days more. He wished he could remember what had happened.
Jean was staring at the man in the room with her. He had a strong jaw, with just a faint line of stubble. His hair looked soft and thick. He looked – nice. She just wished she knew who he was. When he started moving, she immediately went over to him. It was odd that she felt so comfortable with him.
"Are you okay?" She asked, helping him sit up.
Scott didn't speak at first. He stared in awe at the angel by his side. He didn't think that he was dead, but if this was heaven, he had no complaints. "Who are you?" He whispered in awe.
"I'm… I don't really remember," Jean said, a frown on her face. She absently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Who are you?"
Scott couldn't remember. His name wasn't important, though. He couldn't help it; he pulled the girl forward and kissed her soundly. Her lips were as soft as they looked. Her body was small and compact, yet it fit against his so well. Yes, this had to be heaven.
Jean was startled, yet she didn't pull away. This man overtook her senses. She knew that she had never been kissed like this before. She was pretty sure that she had never been kissed before. His scent, his touch overwhelmed her senses. She opened her eyes and gazed into his dark brown ones. It felt as if she had known him forever.
"Meet me in the McDonalds on 5th St.," Marie said into the phone. "Don't argue with me, Bishop, just do it." She slammed the phone down and slapped Remy's hand away from her nuggets. "He'll be here in two hours. Cece should be on her way as well, assuming she got our note."
Remy gave her a winning smile as he went for her fries again. "So who is this Bishop anyway? An old boyfriend?"
"Jealous?" Marie said, smiling. She fed Remy a fry, her face moving closer to his.
"Never," he replied, breathless.
"Maybe you should be," Marie said crisply, sliding out of the booth.
Bishop was huge. His chest was well built, strong, and sturdy. Two of Remy's widths could have fit easily in his frame. A pair of Oakley sunglasses rested on his face, obscuring his eyes, but not the fierce scowl that was pointed at Remy.
"Who the hell is this?" He barked at Marie. He was street hard. He knew his skills and he knew that he was someone to be reckoned with.
"This is Remy. I need information on Dr. Nathanial Essex as soon as possible," Marie said, irritated with the male posturing.
"Well, if you would have told me when you called, I could have brought what I had," Bishop said, turning his frown to Marie. "Sometimes I wonder how you made it, being such a dumbass sometimes."
"T'at's no way t' talk t' a lady," Remy said, voice silky smooth. His eyes began to flash bright red and he lowered his sunglasses.
"What's with the freak show?" Bishop asked, unconsciously moving away from Remy. His eyes got wider and wider as the plastic fork began to glow.
"How did Charles get affected? When the Virus was released, he was already on a plane heading out of the country," Raven asked, leaning forward on the desk.
Pietro, her newest aide, was glad he had the answer for once. Raven did tend to get a bit bitchy when he wasn't fully informed. "Apparently the Virus is exchanged by physical contact. Just a drop would have caused an effect on him."
"The President is very interested in these unanticipated effects. Keep me posted." Raven gifted him with a rare smile. Pietro breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like he was barely keeping pace even though he was running around twenty-four hours a day. What a woman!
Cece stared in amazement at the destruction. The building was still smoking, collapsed down to three feet off the ground. Most of the spectators had drifted away before she got there, so she was able to go straight to the gate.
"Ms. Reyes?" She turned and smiled at the young man. He seemed pleasant enough.
"Are you a friend of Remy's?" She was anxious to meet up with him.
"Uh, no. I think you ought to come with me," Pietro said, leading her towards the limo parked on the curb.
Cece didn't react fast enough. Pietro threw her in the car and slammed the door while Cece struggled with the person inside. They were soon on their way to Washington D.C.
A/N2: I think I'm going to have Scott/Jean be a very short term effect due to medicine + mutants. So next chap, repercussions of the Scott/Jean kidnapping, more Bishop, Xavier flies back, and Sam and Paige Guthrie help out (who, if you read the original very carefully, are Remy's pals). There, are you happy?