Disclaimer:
I'm not getting money for this work of fanfiction. The reason for this is that if I owned the characters, or was paid to write this, it wouldn't be fanfiction. It would be canon. But it's not canon; it's fanfiction. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.


Announcement:
This story is dedicated to two very fine writers by the names of Yma and Beboots, the two of whom contributed to the inspiration of this fic. They didn't know it, but it was through conversations with them that I got the idea. In other words, blame them.
Thanks also go out to the Nutboarders, the crew of the InterNutter's BBS Board. Without their support and help, this story may have never gotten past the first installment.


Author's note:
In the following story I'm going to be using a lot of scientific talk about virii, genetics and impulses from the brain. Normally you'd have to be smart to understand this, but that's why we have the internet: to LOOK smart when in fact we're really, really stupid. So it's okay.
I also take a few liberties with the fine points of several mutant's powers, and in particular Nightcrawler's. These points aren't technically Canon, but they are also never explained fully in Canon. Instead I've improvised and made up some plausible explanations for how certain mutations work. So even though it's not the explanation that Marvel gives us, it is nonetheless a plausible explanation in place of none.
Basically, what this Author's note means is that if you don't understand it, or if it doesn't make sense, or if you thought something different – well, I've done my best, but ultimately I know that I'm probably wrong. Okay?


Well... that's that, then. So, just enjoy the story.

I hope.