TITLE: Children of the Evolution
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k?
DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' them. (I give them back when I'm finished... I swear) All things X-Men belong to Marvel... I think.
SUMMARY: Some people seem to be unable to learn from their mistakes. The Initiative is dead and buried, but they still want their Supersoldier. And so they start a chain-reaction with consequences far beyond their imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please.
CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover
RATING: ?
PAIRING: Not sure, yet.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
The X-Men are mostly from the MovieVerse, with some mixed in stuff from the comics. I went AU after XMen Movie I, the stuff of XMen II has not yet happened in this story and I don't think it will happen.
"quote" is speech
#quote# is telepathy
Children of the Evolution
--- Chapter 4 ---
"Holy...," he whispered to himself as he read the results of the testing.
Professor Godfrey Wandel was a specialist in the area of genetic mutations and had been called in when the secret experiments on humans and mutants had come to light. He had worked with the samples, taken from the victims during their captivity, and some that had been taken afterwards and everything had been logical and explainable. But now he had taken a look at bloodsamples, taken this morning, the morning after the strange happening in the hospital room and then it was, that things got weird.
He held up the 'old' chart of Alexander L. Harris, old meaning that it had been done three days ago. The chart showed a stable dual mutation. The first a fast working healing factor and the second one being magnakinesis [1]. They hadn't had the time to test the young man, but Prof. Wandel was sure that it could be as strong as the magnakinesis Mr Lehnsherr had displayed on several occasions. And their ranking system had classed Mr Lehnsherr as an supposed Omega class mutant [2]. Godfrey Wandel couldn't suppress a shudder as he tried to imagine what those people could have done with a mutant like him if the project hadn't come to such an abrupt end.
Then he looked back at the new chart. From a geneticists point of view it was a work of art. Beautiful in its complexity. If a normal humans DNA was like the painting of a student of arts, then that of a 'normal' mutants would be like something a more seasoned artist would paint. But the DNA of this young man was like Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, unique in its existence, full of secrets and mystery and heartbreakingly beautiful. A masterpiece.
There were the regular human genes, the X-gene and something so different, something new he had no name for. And it was everywhere in the young mans genetic code.
The soft 'ding' of his gene sequencer startled him out of his thoughts. He walked over to the machine, watching it ejecting the printouts of Mr Lehnsherr's genetic chart. He took a first look and nearly dropped it. The same anomalies! But they were not, as he soon noticed, in the same places. And there was something else... his X-gene had been changed. Before there had been only the genes for the magnakinesis, which were still there and untouched, but now he also had the healing factor Mr Harris had. How? And when? And why?
He had his suspicions of course, but to prove it, he would have to wait for the results of Miss Rosenberg. Which would take a while.
Godfrey Wandel sighed and started the sequencer.
---
It is not every day that you wake up and suddenly find yourself fifty years younger, so it was quite understandable that Erik was quite disoriented the day after he had woken out of his coma. He thought that it had been a rather vivid dream, waking up to find a young, babbling redhead and a noticeable changed Alexander, who had babbled in concert about what they had done to wake him up. In this dream he'd stood up and walked to the smallish bathroom, looking into the mirror, seeing a face that was alien to him, but that he knew had to be his since it looked like him, had he been 50 years younger. He thought that he had screamed in shock then. But that was all a strange dream, was it? He rubbed his eyes, his hand stopping when he didn't encounter the wrinkles he was used to. In fact his skin felt rather soft, and his hand... he held it in front of his face turning it this way and that way, his hand was free of ageing spots and wrinkles, too.
So yesterday was not a dream then? He really was deaged by fifty years? Slightly dazed he walked into the bathroom and once more looked into the mirror. The proof was there, beyond question, he was young again. His hair was needing a cut rather badly and the beard was a rather alien element to see, but nobody had trusted him or Alexander with razors during their captivity. A trend he saw continued right now, he mused after he finished riffling through the bathroom cabinet. No metal, not even a nail clipper. So the beard would have to stay for a bit longer. Erik looked back into the mirror. Maybe he would leave a bit of it. He looked so painfully young and even this wild growth of hair was adding a bit of maturity. For a moment he tried to imagine how he would look like clean shaven and shuddered.
No, he would definitely let a bit of that beard remain!
---
It almost had become a ritual for him. Right after waking up and before facing his students he closed his eyes and concentrated on one particular consciousness. The last months he'd only reached emptiness, the last days a mind deeply unconscious, but today, the mind he was reaching for was awake and aware.
#Hello Charles.# The mindvoice of his friend greeted him, as he tentatively made the connection between their minds.
#It is good to hear from you again, Erik.# He projected a bit of the worry he'd felt during the last months, as he had used both his telepathy and Cerebro to find him... without success.
The answer came in the form of images... a cell, drugs and a young formerly human youth being returned to their cell shaking and traumatised every time the scientists 'tested' him.
#Do you still think, we can coexist peacefully, Charles? Those beings didn't thought that we were worthy of their precious so-called human rights...#
#Uhmmm... excuse me if I'm interrupting, but youtwoweresoloud thatIcouldn'thelpbuthearwhatyouweresaying'causethespellnetiskinda resonatingwiththetelepathyandasIsaidyouweresoloudanditlookslikeI'm babbleingagainsoshuttingupnow...,# a youthful female voice interrupted them.
#What Willow is meaning,# a amused male voice interrupted the female voice, #is that you two where loud enough to give any aether-sensitvive in the area a big headache with your screaming. Added to that is the fact that the mindlink bounced your conversation around, magnifying it until we felt like our brains were starting to leak out of our ears the next moment and you see why we had to interfere. Willow, could you ?#
In the next moment, he felt a pulling sensation and then he was somewhere completely unknown to him... correction, his mindself was. It looked like a... coffee bar? And there were three other astral beings waiting for him.
One of them seemed to be made out of bluish, wildly crackling energy poured into the shape of a man. A man he knew rather well. Erik looked a bit uncomfortable and disoriented, but not as bad as Charles had feared he would be. Next to him stood another man, clad in a white robe with big white wings sticking out of his back, a sword belted around his waist and a shield attached to his left arm. He was arguing with a woman made out of plants.
"I can't see why I couldn't have chosen my own form, I look sooo dorky in this night-shirt. Willoooow, please."
The green woman shook her head at him. "No, Xander. That's my revenge for you singing the frog song to me, at two o'clock in the morning twice last week."
The winged one sighed and pulled a chair from seemingly nowhere. "Might as well get started then," he sighed, then smiled at the others, "Welcome to Willow's and Xander's little corner of the astral world. Sit down, so we can get this show on the road."
---
Once more the gene sequencer finished it's task with a soft 'ding'. Godfrey Wandel's hands were shaking, as he forced himself to reach for the printout slowly, as not to damage it in his haste. Willow Rosenberg... the young woman who had turned the world upside down and inside out just yesterday. Her genetic code showed no X-gene, not the tiniest bit of mutation in the mental or energy-converting area, but she had the same, strange new anomalies that the two Mutants were showing. He placed them next to each other, comparing them.
Curious, none had the markings in the same places. One or two might be in similar regions of the DAN chart, but none were identical.
Godfrey Wandel was a methodical man and he prided himself for his competence in his chosen practice, but he knew when he was out of his depth. He reached for the phone. Time to call in the real experts.
tbc
-----
[1] Magnakinesis: a crude description of Magnetos mutant ability.
[2] The classification I found on a Marvel Fansite, so I don't know if it is completely right, but the Omegaclass I know is mentioned in the comics as the highest class a mutant can be (except for Franklin Richards).
It starts with: Epsylon: a mutation that is so weak that nobody notices it. The mutant him/herself thinks he/she is a normal human.
Delta: a mutation that might manifest in a streetlight dimming when they walk past, weak premonition or especially good luck. Like Epsylon mutants, most Delta mutants never notice that they are mutants.
Gamma: weak, noticeable mutation. For example weak telepathy, changed skin/eyecolor, small energy mutations. The Gammamutant knows about his/her mutancy but it is not a big mutation.
Beta: normal, noticeable mutation. Can be anything as long as it is not too strong.
Alpha: strong, noticeable mutation. Among those classified as Alpha mutants are Cyclops (Scott Summers), Storm (Ororo Munroe) and Cannonball (Sam Gutherie).
Omega: very rare mutation. Mutants that are classed as Omega can literally change the entire world if they wish to. Known Omega mutants are Iceman (Bobby Drake) and Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr), possibly Professor X (Charles Xavier)
beyond Omega: Franklin Richards son of the Fantastic Four Sue Richards and Reed Richards, has displayed powers well beyond the Omega class. He created a entire pocket universe to 'store' the heroes who had seemingly died during the Onslaught crisis. His power level is on par to that of a Celestial.
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k?
DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' them. (I give them back when I'm finished... I swear) All things X-Men belong to Marvel... I think.
SUMMARY: Some people seem to be unable to learn from their mistakes. The Initiative is dead and buried, but they still want their Supersoldier. And so they start a chain-reaction with consequences far beyond their imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please.
CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover
RATING: ?
PAIRING: Not sure, yet.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
The X-Men are mostly from the MovieVerse, with some mixed in stuff from the comics. I went AU after XMen Movie I, the stuff of XMen II has not yet happened in this story and I don't think it will happen.
"quote" is speech
#quote# is telepathy
Children of the Evolution
--- Chapter 4 ---
"Holy...," he whispered to himself as he read the results of the testing.
Professor Godfrey Wandel was a specialist in the area of genetic mutations and had been called in when the secret experiments on humans and mutants had come to light. He had worked with the samples, taken from the victims during their captivity, and some that had been taken afterwards and everything had been logical and explainable. But now he had taken a look at bloodsamples, taken this morning, the morning after the strange happening in the hospital room and then it was, that things got weird.
He held up the 'old' chart of Alexander L. Harris, old meaning that it had been done three days ago. The chart showed a stable dual mutation. The first a fast working healing factor and the second one being magnakinesis [1]. They hadn't had the time to test the young man, but Prof. Wandel was sure that it could be as strong as the magnakinesis Mr Lehnsherr had displayed on several occasions. And their ranking system had classed Mr Lehnsherr as an supposed Omega class mutant [2]. Godfrey Wandel couldn't suppress a shudder as he tried to imagine what those people could have done with a mutant like him if the project hadn't come to such an abrupt end.
Then he looked back at the new chart. From a geneticists point of view it was a work of art. Beautiful in its complexity. If a normal humans DNA was like the painting of a student of arts, then that of a 'normal' mutants would be like something a more seasoned artist would paint. But the DNA of this young man was like Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, unique in its existence, full of secrets and mystery and heartbreakingly beautiful. A masterpiece.
There were the regular human genes, the X-gene and something so different, something new he had no name for. And it was everywhere in the young mans genetic code.
The soft 'ding' of his gene sequencer startled him out of his thoughts. He walked over to the machine, watching it ejecting the printouts of Mr Lehnsherr's genetic chart. He took a first look and nearly dropped it. The same anomalies! But they were not, as he soon noticed, in the same places. And there was something else... his X-gene had been changed. Before there had been only the genes for the magnakinesis, which were still there and untouched, but now he also had the healing factor Mr Harris had. How? And when? And why?
He had his suspicions of course, but to prove it, he would have to wait for the results of Miss Rosenberg. Which would take a while.
Godfrey Wandel sighed and started the sequencer.
---
It is not every day that you wake up and suddenly find yourself fifty years younger, so it was quite understandable that Erik was quite disoriented the day after he had woken out of his coma. He thought that it had been a rather vivid dream, waking up to find a young, babbling redhead and a noticeable changed Alexander, who had babbled in concert about what they had done to wake him up. In this dream he'd stood up and walked to the smallish bathroom, looking into the mirror, seeing a face that was alien to him, but that he knew had to be his since it looked like him, had he been 50 years younger. He thought that he had screamed in shock then. But that was all a strange dream, was it? He rubbed his eyes, his hand stopping when he didn't encounter the wrinkles he was used to. In fact his skin felt rather soft, and his hand... he held it in front of his face turning it this way and that way, his hand was free of ageing spots and wrinkles, too.
So yesterday was not a dream then? He really was deaged by fifty years? Slightly dazed he walked into the bathroom and once more looked into the mirror. The proof was there, beyond question, he was young again. His hair was needing a cut rather badly and the beard was a rather alien element to see, but nobody had trusted him or Alexander with razors during their captivity. A trend he saw continued right now, he mused after he finished riffling through the bathroom cabinet. No metal, not even a nail clipper. So the beard would have to stay for a bit longer. Erik looked back into the mirror. Maybe he would leave a bit of it. He looked so painfully young and even this wild growth of hair was adding a bit of maturity. For a moment he tried to imagine how he would look like clean shaven and shuddered.
No, he would definitely let a bit of that beard remain!
---
It almost had become a ritual for him. Right after waking up and before facing his students he closed his eyes and concentrated on one particular consciousness. The last months he'd only reached emptiness, the last days a mind deeply unconscious, but today, the mind he was reaching for was awake and aware.
#Hello Charles.# The mindvoice of his friend greeted him, as he tentatively made the connection between their minds.
#It is good to hear from you again, Erik.# He projected a bit of the worry he'd felt during the last months, as he had used both his telepathy and Cerebro to find him... without success.
The answer came in the form of images... a cell, drugs and a young formerly human youth being returned to their cell shaking and traumatised every time the scientists 'tested' him.
#Do you still think, we can coexist peacefully, Charles? Those beings didn't thought that we were worthy of their precious so-called human rights...#
#Uhmmm... excuse me if I'm interrupting, but youtwoweresoloud thatIcouldn'thelpbuthearwhatyouweresaying'causethespellnetiskinda resonatingwiththetelepathyandasIsaidyouweresoloudanditlookslikeI'm babbleingagainsoshuttingupnow...,# a youthful female voice interrupted them.
#What Willow is meaning,# a amused male voice interrupted the female voice, #is that you two where loud enough to give any aether-sensitvive in the area a big headache with your screaming. Added to that is the fact that the mindlink bounced your conversation around, magnifying it until we felt like our brains were starting to leak out of our ears the next moment and you see why we had to interfere. Willow, could you ?#
In the next moment, he felt a pulling sensation and then he was somewhere completely unknown to him... correction, his mindself was. It looked like a... coffee bar? And there were three other astral beings waiting for him.
One of them seemed to be made out of bluish, wildly crackling energy poured into the shape of a man. A man he knew rather well. Erik looked a bit uncomfortable and disoriented, but not as bad as Charles had feared he would be. Next to him stood another man, clad in a white robe with big white wings sticking out of his back, a sword belted around his waist and a shield attached to his left arm. He was arguing with a woman made out of plants.
"I can't see why I couldn't have chosen my own form, I look sooo dorky in this night-shirt. Willoooow, please."
The green woman shook her head at him. "No, Xander. That's my revenge for you singing the frog song to me, at two o'clock in the morning twice last week."
The winged one sighed and pulled a chair from seemingly nowhere. "Might as well get started then," he sighed, then smiled at the others, "Welcome to Willow's and Xander's little corner of the astral world. Sit down, so we can get this show on the road."
---
Once more the gene sequencer finished it's task with a soft 'ding'. Godfrey Wandel's hands were shaking, as he forced himself to reach for the printout slowly, as not to damage it in his haste. Willow Rosenberg... the young woman who had turned the world upside down and inside out just yesterday. Her genetic code showed no X-gene, not the tiniest bit of mutation in the mental or energy-converting area, but she had the same, strange new anomalies that the two Mutants were showing. He placed them next to each other, comparing them.
Curious, none had the markings in the same places. One or two might be in similar regions of the DAN chart, but none were identical.
Godfrey Wandel was a methodical man and he prided himself for his competence in his chosen practice, but he knew when he was out of his depth. He reached for the phone. Time to call in the real experts.
tbc
-----
[1] Magnakinesis: a crude description of Magnetos mutant ability.
[2] The classification I found on a Marvel Fansite, so I don't know if it is completely right, but the Omegaclass I know is mentioned in the comics as the highest class a mutant can be (except for Franklin Richards).
It starts with: Epsylon: a mutation that is so weak that nobody notices it. The mutant him/herself thinks he/she is a normal human.
Delta: a mutation that might manifest in a streetlight dimming when they walk past, weak premonition or especially good luck. Like Epsylon mutants, most Delta mutants never notice that they are mutants.
Gamma: weak, noticeable mutation. For example weak telepathy, changed skin/eyecolor, small energy mutations. The Gammamutant knows about his/her mutancy but it is not a big mutation.
Beta: normal, noticeable mutation. Can be anything as long as it is not too strong.
Alpha: strong, noticeable mutation. Among those classified as Alpha mutants are Cyclops (Scott Summers), Storm (Ororo Munroe) and Cannonball (Sam Gutherie).
Omega: very rare mutation. Mutants that are classed as Omega can literally change the entire world if they wish to. Known Omega mutants are Iceman (Bobby Drake) and Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr), possibly Professor X (Charles Xavier)
beyond Omega: Franklin Richards son of the Fantastic Four Sue Richards and Reed Richards, has displayed powers well beyond the Omega class. He created a entire pocket universe to 'store' the heroes who had seemingly died during the Onslaught crisis. His power level is on par to that of a Celestial.