And The Plots Just Keep Spinning
"I feel like a bloody fool," Rahne sobbed. She and Jean were in the library. "How could I have let him use me like that?"
"It's okay," Jean held her and patted her hair. "I know how it feels to fall for someone who turned out to be a complete jerk. Believe me."
"But even Duncan wasn't a monster like Aiden," Rahne sniffed. "Well you know what I mean."
"That's a matter of opinion," Jean snorted. "Come on, let's get you some tea."
They left for the kitchen passing Margali, Mr. Sefton and Xavier. "How is she?" Margali asked.
"She's hurting but in time she will get over it," Xavier sighed. "We were lucky this relationship with Aiden didn't get much further. I can't believe I didn't see this coming."
"To be fair Professor I should have noticed something was wrong in Bayville as well," Margali told him. "My magic senses should have alerted me long before this. I need to ask you a favor."
"I take it you want to remain at the mansion for a while?" Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Of course."
"Great, we're stuck here for the next few days?" Mr. Sefton moaned.
"Just until I can create some strong magical barriers to keep the wolves at bay darling," Margali gave him a look.
"If only there was a barrier to keep Amanda's boyfriend at bay," Mr. Sefton groaned.
Xavier noticed Warren storming past. "If you'll excuse me," He said to the Seftons. He managed to catch up with Warren. "Warren. I take it things did not go well?"
"I've been trying to call my father for over an hour now," Warren grumbled. "He won't answer my calls. Or at the very least his secretary refuses to tell him that I called."
"Normally Warren I wouldn't involve myself in your family's business," Xavier folded his arms. "But considering the circumstances perhaps it might not be a bad idea for the two of us to pay your family a visit."
"To find out exactly how much Lobo has been influencing Worthington Industries," Warren nodded. "Not a bad idea. I could use a telepath to find out what the hell is going on up there. And exactly what's being done behind my back."
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Later on top of the roof at the Institute, Remy was staring out at the stars in the sky. Rogue made he way towards him. "Figured you'd be up here again."
"Just looking at the stars," Remy told her not averting his gaze. "Trying to relax. It's been a rough night."
"Nothing like a tumble with some werewolves to wear you out," She sat next to him.
"Remy okay," He shrugged.
"You haven't been sleeping a lot lately," Rogue observed. "I can tell."
"No more than usual," Remy shrugged and stood up. "I think I'll go inside. Bit cold tonight."
"It's Sinister isn't it?" Rogue whispered.
That stopped Remy in his tracks. "Just drop it."
"I can't just drop it," Rogue said. "He did something to you didn't he?"
"Please tell me Cyclops set you up to this so I can punch his lights out."
"No, I came to this conclusion on my own," Rogue said. "You can't just forget about this like Sinister never happened."
"You always complaining about people not minding their own business around here," Remy snapped. "Then you go around and do the same thing! Butting in where you're not wanted!"
"Well excuse me for caring about you!" Rogue said hotly. "Damn it Remy I know you! I know when you're hurting better than anyone around here! Sinister has got you freaked out and I want to know why! It's not like I'm gonna run around and tell people!"
"I know," Remy breathed out. "I know you wouldn't. You're right about one thing,Remy can't just forget about it. Because Sinister sure as hell won't. He's gonna come after us again. And next time he won't go easy. But Remy can't tell you...Not now anyway. Please just...let me try and sort this out for a while longer."
"What are you hiding from me Remy?" Rogue asked.
"Trust me Chere," Remy looked at her before he left. "You're better off not knowing."
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Meanwhile not far away from the Pit…
"Okay you can't say that I never do stuff with you girls," Shipwreck sighed as he looked at the sky. "I mean stargazing does count as Daddy/Daughter time."
"Even if we did have to blackmail you, yes," Daria fiddled with some equipment. Trinity was there with their father working on some kind of invention. It looked like a giant flat car magnet.
"Just for the record," Shipwreck told her. "Next time just ask me if you want me to chaperone you on one of your star gazing field trips. It's not nice to hide Daddy's alcohol and not tell him where it is. Even if your sister does approve."
"We didn't want you to say no," Quinn told him.
"What makes you think I would have said no?" Shipwreck huffed. "I'm interested in your lives."
"Interested yes," Polly whistled as he landed on Shipwreck's shoulder. "Understand no. Face it Swabbie, you have trouble getting through Mr. Wizard! Awk!"
"Maybe but I have no trouble at all understanding the chefs from the Food Network," Shipwreck glared at him. "In fact I believe the people on Iron Chef just did a full show doing Parrot recipes!"
"AWWWWK! Bluffing! You're bluffing!" Polly flapped his feathers.
"Try me!" Shipwreck challenged.
"Detecting a strange form of cosmic radiation," Brittany fumbled with some dials. "Turn on the micro-oscular magnet."
"What exactly does this do hickey do again?" Shipwreck scratched his head.
"It attracts meteors with unusual properties," Quinn said. "You know, odd metals and stuff like that."
"Really?" Shipwreck blinked. "I should step back shouldn't I?"
"That might be a good idea," Daria nodded. "Incoming! Turn up the power! Wow! We really got something!"
Suddenly something streaked right into the magnet. That something turned out to be a man completely encased in a strange form of silver metal riding a silver surfboard. "We got something all right," Quinn blinked.
"Better turn it off," Daria did so and the silver man and his board fell to the ground.
"Well this is unexpected," Brittany blinked.
"Yeah you don't get naked silver people every day," Quinn nodded. "At least not like this…"
"Hey buddy," Shipwreck asked. "You okay?"
"Ooohhhhhh…" The silver being moaned as he sat up.
"Wow, what a wipe out," Polly balked.
"Sorry about that," Shipwreck helped the man up. "My girls were fooling around with one of their inventions and uh…" He looked at him up and down. "Aren't you cold or anything?"
"I am the Silver Surfer," The Man spoke. "I am able to travel the infinite vastness of space without feeling it's subzero temperatures."
"O-kay…" Shipwreck blinked.
"Weirdo…" Polly whistled.
"Are you a mutant?" Daria asked. "Like us?"
"No child," The Silver Surfer sighed. "I am a being from beyond the solar system. Beyond your very galaxy, trapped here by the decree of Galacticus, devourer of worlds."
"Boy he must have hit his head harder than we thought," Quinn whispered to her sisters.
"Look I'm Shipwreck Delgado and these are my kids, Brittany, Quinn, and Daria," Shipwreck introduced. "I'm really sorry about the whole mess. Look you see that army base over there? My house is right next to it. Well actually it's on it. Oh but it's nothing like you think. We're not that big into alien stuff or anything. But uh, I can get you checked out or you can rest up. It's the least I can do."
"Yeah can you come to our house?" Quinn took his hand. "We promise not to experiment on you."
"And this time we mean it," Daria said.
"We do?" Brittany asked. Her sisters gave her a look. "Oh yeah, we do."
"It has been a long time since I have been in the company of young ones," The Silver Surfer sighed. "My life has been solitary with only my cosmic board to keep me company as I traveled the vastness of space."
"Nut job!" Polly laughed.
"Can it bird!" Daria glared at Polly. She looked at the Silver Surfer. "Please?"
"Why don't you just come over to our place for the night?" Shipwreck said. "Just for a rest? What have you got to lose?"
"What indeed?" The Silver Surfer asked wearily.
And that was how the Silver Surfer found himself invited to Misfit Manor. This was when the disaster truly began.