The Blessings of Liberty, Epilogue
by heyjupiter/Renata of Doom (renatafrowl.org) 6/12/04
Summary: The epilogue to a West Wing/X-Men movieverse crossover. Jean Grey POV.
PG
TWW Season 3 & X2 spoilers
You still couldn't believe all that had happened in the last few weeks. First-- you had seemingly returned from the dead. You still did not quite know how to explain how you had survived, or where all your new power had come from. Professor Xavier, too, was confused, and, you had noticed, concerned.
You felt... somehow... different. Others chalked it up to your "near death" experience, but you knew better, and Scott knew better, and Professor Xavier knew better. It was more than that. It was like... you were sharing your body with another person. And you didn't much like that. But still, you were alive. There would be time enough to solve that particular puzzle later.
Perhaps more significant was what had happened in the last few weeks, politically speaking.
You gave CJ Cregg full credit for putting together the pieces of the puzzle, for recognizing that the X-Men and Xavier's School were one and the same.
But you gave her even more credit for her reaction. You had felt surprise, yes, but that was to be expected. There had also been-- something hard to describe. You sensed that she was impressed by you, that she understood your lofty idealism.
And things had fallen into place. The next day, her assistant had called you, and you and Scott went to represent the X-Men in a meeting with some very high-ranking FBI officials. People who wouldn't even have given you a second glance, if not for the White House. And they, too, had seemed to respect you. Assistant Director Walter Skinner had barely given you a second glance when you had admitted that you were a telepath, with telekinesis too. He radiated a sense of frustrated righteousness-- he wanted to help people, you felt, but he had trouble sometimes.
Well, you knew the feeling. But, as CJ had promised, the meeting had happened, and gone well. The FBI could call on the X-Men for cases where they felt appropriate, and in return, the majority of their actions could be federally recognized. This was, as Skinner had reminded you with a steely glare, not a blank check. "There are," he had said, "some things that the government needs to deny."
And so you would continue an existence outside the public eye, but then that was what you wanted.
Still, you did someday hope to be able to live a free existence, to not have to hide because of her genes. And for that you were intensely grateful for the Mutant Rights Bill that had been introduced and was being debated, having received the full support of the Bartlet White House.
And the Texas case had been selected for review by the US Supreme Court, and just yesterday you had heard that New York had amended its state discrimination code to include mutants.
And tomorrow was still another day.
A/N: Well, that's it guys! Thanks for coming along with me on this crazy ride. And remember, God kills a kitten every time you read a story and don't leave a review. Please, think of the kittens.
by heyjupiter/Renata of Doom (renatafrowl.org) 6/12/04
Summary: The epilogue to a West Wing/X-Men movieverse crossover. Jean Grey POV.
PG
TWW Season 3 & X2 spoilers
You still couldn't believe all that had happened in the last few weeks. First-- you had seemingly returned from the dead. You still did not quite know how to explain how you had survived, or where all your new power had come from. Professor Xavier, too, was confused, and, you had noticed, concerned.
You felt... somehow... different. Others chalked it up to your "near death" experience, but you knew better, and Scott knew better, and Professor Xavier knew better. It was more than that. It was like... you were sharing your body with another person. And you didn't much like that. But still, you were alive. There would be time enough to solve that particular puzzle later.
Perhaps more significant was what had happened in the last few weeks, politically speaking.
You gave CJ Cregg full credit for putting together the pieces of the puzzle, for recognizing that the X-Men and Xavier's School were one and the same.
But you gave her even more credit for her reaction. You had felt surprise, yes, but that was to be expected. There had also been-- something hard to describe. You sensed that she was impressed by you, that she understood your lofty idealism.
And things had fallen into place. The next day, her assistant had called you, and you and Scott went to represent the X-Men in a meeting with some very high-ranking FBI officials. People who wouldn't even have given you a second glance, if not for the White House. And they, too, had seemed to respect you. Assistant Director Walter Skinner had barely given you a second glance when you had admitted that you were a telepath, with telekinesis too. He radiated a sense of frustrated righteousness-- he wanted to help people, you felt, but he had trouble sometimes.
Well, you knew the feeling. But, as CJ had promised, the meeting had happened, and gone well. The FBI could call on the X-Men for cases where they felt appropriate, and in return, the majority of their actions could be federally recognized. This was, as Skinner had reminded you with a steely glare, not a blank check. "There are," he had said, "some things that the government needs to deny."
And so you would continue an existence outside the public eye, but then that was what you wanted.
Still, you did someday hope to be able to live a free existence, to not have to hide because of her genes. And for that you were intensely grateful for the Mutant Rights Bill that had been introduced and was being debated, having received the full support of the Bartlet White House.
And the Texas case had been selected for review by the US Supreme Court, and just yesterday you had heard that New York had amended its state discrimination code to include mutants.
And tomorrow was still another day.
A/N: Well, that's it guys! Thanks for coming along with me on this crazy ride. And remember, God kills a kitten every time you read a story and don't leave a review. Please, think of the kittens.