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Chapter 10:
Scott awoke feeling small hands on his face. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into Doria's eyes. She is his daughter. She has his eyes. He tried to wiggle his toes. He failed. "I can't move my legs," he told the girl.
"Of course you can't, silly! You have brain damage!" she giggled, "Now shut the fuck up and let me finish."
He was shocked to hear such language from a child. She closed her eyes, and soon he felt a weird floating sensation. She twitched lightly, but for the most part remained calm. After about ten minutes, she let go. "Try to move," she ordered. He complied, finding that he had full mobility. "Huh. Too good." She placed her hands back on his face, and put forth a small jolt. Now he was sluggish. "Perfect!"
"'A' plus, Doria," said Magneto, walking in, "My, Cyclops, I just can't imagine how incredibly stupid you feel. First you and Storm are beaten by Toad in his underwear, then you think he has kidnapped his own daughter, and then you are paralyzed by a six-year-old. Embarassing really."
Scott blushed furiously. "Shut up!" It was then that he noticed a certain green assassin sitting in a chair across the room, laughing.
"Scott..." he said, bringing forth a new wave of giggles, "Such a pussy..."
Cyclops felt a pang of rage. "So, Toad, where's the mother?"
Doria happily chirped into her normal speech. "Sandra's dead. It's okay, though, because she wasn't a very good person-"
"Doria, love, tha's enough," Mort called off the talkative youngster.
"My God, what have you done to her?"
"Daddy gave me a new book!"
"Doria!"
Magneto sighed. "Sabertooth, I think it's about time that we showed Cyclops his holding cell."
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Magneto didn't expect Cyclops's stay to be long. The X-Men would undoubtedly find him, and take him back. There really wasn't much point in keeping him. All he did was whine, eat, and blush when Toad and Doria payed him visits. He interrogated him about the plans Xavier had in relation to the girl, offered him a spot in the Brotherhood (as is customary), and let him be.
"So, Doria," said Scott, "How do they treat you here?"
"Really good. This is the best home I've ever had!"
Cyclops nodded, a conflict of interests coming on. "And how long have you known your Daddy?"
"I met him..." She counted on her fingers quickly. "Six months ago. Two days before you came the first time."
"Yeah... about when I came before... you had a lot of boo-boos, didn't you?"
As Doria was about to speak, a large hand on her shoulder silenced her. "Doria, why don't you run along?" said Mort. She complied quickly. "Boo-boos?" Toad chuckled, and sat next to cell. "Wha' do you expect 'er to tell you? Tha' we're using 'er in an evil plot? Tha' we brainwash and beat 'er? She's my daughter, Scott. Tha's why she's 'ere."
Scott sighed. "I feel like an idiot. It's just that I walked into and "evil lair" to find a little girl in an assassin's room covered in bandages. What am I supposed to think?"
"The bandages... tha' wasn't us. 'Er mother was anti-mutant."
A thought struck Scott. "Doria's six?" Toad nodded. "And you're twenty two. That would have made you..."
"Yes, I know! I was young! Okay!" Mort stormed to the door.
"Wait, Mort!"
"Bite me!" He slammed the door. He stomped through the hall, not sure why he was so upset. He had nothing to hide about the incident. He was young, horny, and looking normal. So I'm raising a six-year-old during the prime of my life! I'm fine with that! I love her! He headed to the hangar. He needed a good fly.
Mort stepped in, but stopped when he saw someone. There was Doria, climbing the back wall. Before Cyclops, he had never seen her apply her powers, but from the looks of it, she'd been doing this for a while. A wrench attached to each glove, and there was metal in her shoes too. He watched in amazement as she scaled the wall. Her feet dropped, and she hung for a bit, then reattached. Look at her. She's so talented, and she's my daughter. My genes did that. I'm her daddy. For the first time, the word struck him well. He was a daddy. He liked it. She dropped to her feet, and he clapped.
She looked up, startled. "Oh shit!" The little one ran to him. "Daddy, let me-"
"Wha' did I tell you abou' swearing?"
"I should watch my fucking language?"
"Exactly." He picked her up, and sat her in the helicopter. "Lemme see those gloves." She handed them over. The stitching was crude, but done with care. "How long you been at this?"
"Since I started training."
"Metal in the shoes?" She nodded. "You're good at it." She looked up, surprised. "I'm not mad. I'm proud! You're so talented." He smiled reassuringly. "You'll make a great assassin someday."
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If you're wondering about how ridiculously easy it has been for the X-Men to get into the Brotherhood, go write your own story about security systems!