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.

The limo ride back to Ms. Frost's suite was anything but a grand old time.

Emma had gotten it into her head that there was candy in Xander's pants, or at least that's what she told him. You can only imagine the look on the 17 year old teenager when she informed him of it.

She could barely suppress a giggly at the utterly scandalized look on his face, when she launched herself at his well tailored pants.

By the time they finally arrived back at her place, the poor boy was beet red, half-naked, and muttering curses in nine different tongues. All in all, Emma patted herself on the back for a job well done.

It was very rare that The White Queen got a chance to tease someone so openly. With the inner circle she had to do it in a round about way, otherwise it wouldn't be proper.

And those few friends she had were not really the teasing types. And if they were, it wasn't them that would be teased.

Which might be one of the main reasons why young Alexander was now under her wing as it were. Being the son of Lord Magneto made sure that Emma could and would have to play the Ice Queen.

But being as young as he was, she could act silly and get away with it. After all, she thought with an amused smirk, who would believe him if he told them Ms. Emma Frost, the queen bitch herself was playful?

"Well I had a wonderful time. We'll have to do this again real soon."

At seeing the slight shudder running through the young mutant, Emma's resolve finally broke and she fell into a fit of giggles. But as seeing the driver eyeing her, she got control of herself.

And blanked the limo driver's mind for the last few seconds, better to hide her indiscretion.

"Oh, cheer up Alexander. You had fun, admit it."

To Xander, she was missing all but calling him doofus, and flipping her hair at him now. Which would be exactly how Cordy would have worked. It was clear now more then ever, that she was Cordy Chase in a few years.

A blond, rich, and slightly more beautiful Cor, but her never the less.

So much so, that he was starting to wonder if they weren't related somehow.

"Yes, fine. Fun was had by all, but next time will I be able to keep my pants on the whole time?" He asked bemused.

Only to have her give him a feral smile, "Oh, that'll just have to be up to you. Now wont it? I for one had more fun with your pants being elsewhere." He'd expected a smart mouthed retort, but it still didn't make him blush any less.

"God, I can only suspect how you were in high school."

Emma's bell like laughter was the only response he was given, as the limo door was closed and she sent him back to his hotel. "Nope, my life isn't complicated at all," He muttered as the ride went on, and he found his pants.