Regina, the Queen of Random: Here it is, as I promised, the sequal to the
much loved (at least, it appears to be) Role Reversal, cleaverly entitled,
Rome Reversal. Although this can be read without reading Role Reversal, I
suggest that if you have not read it, that you read Role Reversal prior to
reading this. If you have read Role Reversal, then you have already read
the prologue (it's the last chapter of Role Reversal, which was entitled
Rome Reversal). Anyway, this is the sequal, and I hope people will enjoy it
as much as the original.
And, of course, I own nothing. Not the X-Men, and not ancient Rome.
Rome Reversal
Prologue
"A time machine? Honestly, Forge!"
"I actually think it's cool, Jean."
"And I would have thought that you of all people, Kurt, would be against something like this."
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "So Forge has had a couple of accidents."
"Like, who hasn't?" Kitty interjected.
"Most peoples' accidents do not involve parallel universes," Scott reminded everyone.
There was a mummer of agreement from the X-Men, who had gathered around the time machine Forge had just completed.
"Why did you build a time machine again?" asked Rogue.
"To visit the 70s, man!" Forge replied almost instantly.
"You've got to admit, that sounds fair," Evan said. Then he went back to counting the buttons on the machine. He had been at 236 at last count.
"Are you sure that you should be doing this?" asked Scott, eyeing the machine nervously. "I mean, the space-time continuum is not something you should just play with."
"It's groovy," replied Forge. "I made sure to get all the kinks out of it before I invited you guys over."
"Speaking of that," said Jean. "Why did you invite us over here?"
Forge smiled. "So you could come with me!"
There were positive responses from Evan, Kurt, Kitty and Rogue, but it seemed that Scott and Jean were not so excited about the idea.
"Are you sure?"
"We're going to the 70s, we're going to the 70s, we're going -"
"Groovy, man!"
"Hey, what's this button do?" asked Evan, who, during his count, had found a shiny series of buttons that screamed 'push me!'
"That sets the date, that other one sets the place, and the big red one creates the vortex," Forge replied, only half-hearing what Evan had asked.
"I'll set the date then."
"I've got a feeling that something will go wrong," said Jean.
"Can I push the button?"
"Whatever." Then Forge realised what had happened, and spun around just in time to see what date Evan had set, and go to push the red button. "Don't push the -"
There was a bright light, a whooshing sound, and then the X-Men arrived at their destination.
"- button," Forge finished tiredly.
Everyone looked around. "Where are we?" they all asked at once.
Then, "Is that a toga?"
"FORGE! WHERE ARE WE?!"
"The better question is when."
"WHEN ARE WE?!"
"Ancient Rome," Forge replied. Then he looked at Evan. "In the year A.D. 70."
And, of course, I own nothing. Not the X-Men, and not ancient Rome.
Rome Reversal
Prologue
"A time machine? Honestly, Forge!"
"I actually think it's cool, Jean."
"And I would have thought that you of all people, Kurt, would be against something like this."
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "So Forge has had a couple of accidents."
"Like, who hasn't?" Kitty interjected.
"Most peoples' accidents do not involve parallel universes," Scott reminded everyone.
There was a mummer of agreement from the X-Men, who had gathered around the time machine Forge had just completed.
"Why did you build a time machine again?" asked Rogue.
"To visit the 70s, man!" Forge replied almost instantly.
"You've got to admit, that sounds fair," Evan said. Then he went back to counting the buttons on the machine. He had been at 236 at last count.
"Are you sure that you should be doing this?" asked Scott, eyeing the machine nervously. "I mean, the space-time continuum is not something you should just play with."
"It's groovy," replied Forge. "I made sure to get all the kinks out of it before I invited you guys over."
"Speaking of that," said Jean. "Why did you invite us over here?"
Forge smiled. "So you could come with me!"
There were positive responses from Evan, Kurt, Kitty and Rogue, but it seemed that Scott and Jean were not so excited about the idea.
"Are you sure?"
"We're going to the 70s, we're going to the 70s, we're going -"
"Groovy, man!"
"Hey, what's this button do?" asked Evan, who, during his count, had found a shiny series of buttons that screamed 'push me!'
"That sets the date, that other one sets the place, and the big red one creates the vortex," Forge replied, only half-hearing what Evan had asked.
"I'll set the date then."
"I've got a feeling that something will go wrong," said Jean.
"Can I push the button?"
"Whatever." Then Forge realised what had happened, and spun around just in time to see what date Evan had set, and go to push the red button. "Don't push the -"
There was a bright light, a whooshing sound, and then the X-Men arrived at their destination.
"- button," Forge finished tiredly.
Everyone looked around. "Where are we?" they all asked at once.
Then, "Is that a toga?"
"FORGE! WHERE ARE WE?!"
"The better question is when."
"WHEN ARE WE?!"
"Ancient Rome," Forge replied. Then he looked at Evan. "In the year A.D. 70."