Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, its Joss Wheldon's baby as is Angel. I don't own the X-men, or the concept of mutants, that's Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else. I've changed some of the back-story of Buffy, but I'll explain it along the way.

When Xander finally finished dressing, Emma was waiting for him in the hotel lobby. And like clockwork a long stretch limo pulled up moments later, white of course.

Really needs to add some color into her life, he thought to himself. "Now where are we going?" The teen asked with a sigh.

The blond telepath graced him with an award winning smile before answering, "I'm hosting a charity banquet tonight, and my date canceled on me at the last moment. So you'll be taking his place."

She then took this moment to look over her companion; he looked good in the suit. Which wasn't a shock; after all she'd picked it out for him. But it was more then just the clothes.

There was no doubting it; her young friend was very handsome. Younger then she liked her men, but he possessed a boyish charm with a mix of...Emma couldn't pin it down. Age? Experience?

It was the way he held himself.

Emma Frost could see plainly that Alexander was an old soul trapped in a young body.

"A charity banquet? What charity?" The powerful young mutant inquired. After all, if he just showed up on her arm and didn't even know what the charity was he'd make them both look foolish.

"Human rights in third world countries," She answered with a most Gaelic shrug. "Not exactly front page news, but its enough to wet your feet and get your name a little more known." Politics aside, there was still the issue of human rights.

If basic humans were still treating one another so badly, and ignoring the problems of their fellow man, what could mutants look forward to when they finally came to light?

Not that they were a great big secret anymore.

Everyone in office pretty much all over the world knew of mutants, as well rich businessmen and women. They knew about the mutants that walked among them, and were keeping it well under wraps.

And would continue to do just that until the Americans no doubt came out of the closet with the news.

It would be just like that, Emma thought bitterly. Coming out to the public and letting them know of our existence just to further their own political gain. Not caring about the lives of the men and women that would be devastated when word of mutants was worldwide.

She'd already heard rumors of a gathering of world leaders in a few years, more then likely around 2000 in New York. There, it would be the normal humans that decided our fates.

That is unless something was done.

The White Queen turned to her companion and debated whether or not to share this information with him. Tell him about Lord Magneto's idea of turning the world leaders into mutants somehow.

As it seemed Eric didn't know of his son's existence, and Alexander was in no hurry to see his father. But she wouldn't let such small petty things like that get in the way.

Whatever problems the two men had with one another would have to be put aside for the great good of all mutant kind. And Ms. Frost would be there to witness it. As she and Eric were friends, real friends.

Emma had known him most of her life, ever since her powers first manifested themselves at a young age.

It was Magneto that had taught her how to control her powers, taught her of mutants, her people. It seemed to her that Alexander already knew of his powers and his race. But that he and his father had never really met.

Coming to a decision, she turned to her young friend and began to inform him of 'The Brotherhood', and his father. But not just that, the plan to change the human race into mutants.

Xander could only listen in with rapt curiosity.

The entire drive to the banquet, their limo was filled with their conversation. That, and polite flirting. Emma was nothing if not a temptress, and she'd be damned if the night went by and she couldn't get her 17 year old companion to blush at least.