Title: Eternity Ends Tomorrow
Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom
Summary: The government said they saved vials of the 'cure' for only the deadliest of mutants. They never defined what deadly meant, at the top of their list was her. She has always been here in the shadows never interfering, but humanities luck just ran out. This story contains all you favorites left alive at the end of X3, along with flashbacks of Charles.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although maybe if I put on my ruby red slippers, click... click... click... I got nothing damn it; I was really hoping to get Kelsey Grammar as Dr. Hank McCoy.
Flights of Fancy
Ambrosine sat in the co-pilots chair of the X-jet, her eyes trained on the view before her. She sighed it had been years since she'd seen
anything like this, at least without having what one would call a real bird's eye view. Gliding through the air took a lot of concentration,
no matter what anyone would ever say, flying as a bird was not the simplest way to travel and thus she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling
of the aircraft around her. It wasn't as though she never flew, hell it was her preferred method of travel and yet nothing compared to
being able to look out the front of the jet, the ground passing by at a break neck speed. Ambassador McCoy sat beside her, and had said
very little since Ororo informed her of there mode of transportation. She wished he would speak, say something, she knew that he had
questions it was obvious every time he looked over at her, which was oddly often. Finally she decided she'd had enough, if the long lost
member of Blue Man group wasn't going to start a conversation she would.
"I never offered my congratulations on your promotion Ambassador McCoy; I was able to catch your swearing in ceremony on CNN.
Charles would be very proud, I'm sure." She continued to look outside but felt his eyes train on her lithe form, his hands tightening around
the controls slightly. She glanced at him and offered a small smile, which he thankfully returned.
"Thank you Ms. Verona, I am quite proud of my position and hope that the Professor would be also." He allowed his eyes once more to run
over her form. Had it really been only two days ago he'd spoken with the president about how dangerous the government felt this mutant
was.
Flashback
"Ambassador McCoy thank you for coming on such short notice." The current president of the United States stood and shook the large blue hand offered to
him; he promptly sat back down and gave the Ambassador a grim look.
"Of course Mr. President, I'm always at your service." The president nodded his head prior to producing several files out of his desk and handing them to the
Ambassador.
"As I'm sure you know the government has chosen to keep several vials of the mutant cure so that we may effectively eliminate the deadliest of the mutants.
Mutants who pose a threat to both humans and mutants. I have had several people who I trust looking into thousands of mutants, those who you have in
your hand they feel could pose the greatest threat." Hank stared at the files in his hands, deadly was not a term he felt should be coined lightly.
"May I ask what points were used in deciding who was deadly and who was not?" The president looked at him for a moment as if considering his answer prior
to nodding. Hank felt himself suddenly wondering if he'd done the wrong thing, he was no longer the Secretary of Mutant Affairs, thus he had no reason to
worry about these mutants. A small voice in the back of his head which sounded oddly like Professor Xavier kept saying it was worry about those who he
loved, and those like him. He was shaken from his internal thoughts as he heard the Commander and Chief begin to speak.
"Several items went into these profiles, such things as family reaction, abilities, age, place of birth, home life, you get the idea Ambassador." Hank nodded
his head lost in his own thoughts, he knew several of the students at Charles school came from broken homes, families which no longer wanted there mutant
offspring.
"Hank, there is another mutant; her proper name is Ambrosine Verona. She currently goes by the nickname of Hellfire." Hank's eyes rose to meet the
presidents, noting the file that was being held out to him. It was much thicker then the others and had a red stamp on it. Carefully he took it and read the
first page, his eyebrows furred together as he read the page before him. When he was finished he glanced up at the president once more, and was rewarded by
a simple answer.
"We will find her and eliminate this threat. She's immortal, can change into any animal, and has powers that are beyond belief. She's nearly untraceable,
and the last time she met up with agents she killed them violently. She is strong Ambassador, had she been at Alcatraz we may not be having this
conversation." He stopped and Hank looked uncertainly at the page, no photo was displayed unlike the other mutant files he'd seen in the past. Perhaps it
was true, perhaps she was this dangerous, and needed to be taken care of. He himself knew well the dangers of overly powerful mutants; he'd helped to stop
several of them only a couple weeks before.
"Ambassador, I am showing you these in the hope that you will be able to help us find some of these mutants, especially Hellfire. She needs to be captured
and stopped before anything even begins. If the human population or the mutant one for that matter was to discover there was an immortal mutant, one who
holds more powers then you or I could even fathom..." Theleader of thefree world stopped and allowed Hank tofinish thesentencein hisownmind. The
things that could happen were numerous and none of them good. Power often turned good peopleevil,and to make matters worse there was no telling how
much time this mutant would have had to make the change. After a moment the president continued.
"I've been told after extensive research that she has used these powers in the past. I also was wondering if perhaps Professor Xavier had ever mentioned her.
It's been discovered they were extremely close friends for over fifty years." Hank shook his head, and looked at the president, his head flying through all the
names he'd ever heard Charles, or anyone else for that matter speak of. He could not recall ever hearing of a mutant such as this, not immortal, not a
creature shape-shifter. For a brief moment he wondered if she'd be able to transform into him, but quickly pushed that thought away, she hadn't done
anything in years what were the chances she'd start now.
"No Mr. President, I'm sorry to say I've never heard of this mutant. However, if you will allow me time to visit with my contacts at Xavier's Institute for
Gifted Children then I may be able to discover more. Perhaps he mentioned Hellfire to Storm or Wolverine, if not perhaps the students during class. I will
immediately let you know should I find anything out, or even find her." The president smiled in response and gave permission for the trip.
End Flashback
AsHanks eyestook inthe lovelybody of the supposed enemyhe could find every reason to fear this women and yet none at all. If there
was one thing he'd learned in all his years it was never to judge a book by its cover, or a mutant by their skin. She wore a thin white V-
necked tight tee-shirt that clung to her skin. It allowed him to see the outline of the black bra she wore, and a long silver necklace that
dipped between her breasts. Tight dark blue denim covered her long legs, and the same stilettos as earlier graced her lovely feet. She had
her bright red hair pulled back, showing off her swan like neck, his eyes automatically looked at her hands, and he missed the smile that
raced over her face at his movements. He began to feel the stirrings of distinct arousal and instantly felt terrible for the way he was
looking at her like she was a sex toy. Quickly, he began to worry that in his lose gray suit pants it would be more then obvious. His
embarrassment only grew when he realized he was staring at her chest, he turned his eyes towards the window looking out it
contemplating his actions. Not only where they inappropriate, they made him appear like a man who couldn't control his urges. True
Logan had been correct he hadn't been with a woman in a very long time, and surmised that was his biggest problem. Alone with a
beautiful mutant, one who did not even look the slightest bit put off by his blue furry appearance.
"Is something wrong Mr. Ambassador?" Her silky calm voicebroke throughhis thoughts throwing themfor a loop and he found himself
wondering what that voice would sound like moaning his name while she writhed beneath his large form in bed. He allowed his mind a
moment to run through what she may feel like surrounding him, grasping his fur and bending around him. He knew he was in trouble,
with just her voice she was able to excite him beyond belief, his fear greater then it was earlier as his want increased.
"You can call me Henry, Hank, or even Beast, my dear." His eyes continued to look straight ahead, as he tried to force his impure
thoughts from his head. The young appearing women beside him smiled broadly, and reached out to touch his shoulder for a moment.
"Ambrosine, or as it appears according to your government Hellfire will do the trick also. " She smiled once more showing pearly white
teeth, a light laugh in her words.
"You never answered my question Henry." Hank tried to come up with the best possible answer as he began to guide the jet down into a
large empty baseball field behind a high school. His gaze followed Hellfire as she stood, and looked back at him questionably. His eyes
raked over her backside and he swore he had to be turning red… well purple would probably be more accurate he told himself. She
leaned over slightly beside him giving his eyes a grand view of her full breast, her hand rested lightly on his arm just below the sleeve of
his black polo shirt, he knew he couldn't get up not now, now with his body reacting this way. He reprimanded himself as his mind began
come up with images of grabbing her and taking her fervently right on the jet. Her gaze landed on his eyes, and her other hand came to
rest over his large one.
"Henry, if your uncomfortable with being here with me, you can just leave I'm sure I could use UPS to send my things and fly my own
way back later tomorrow, beauty of being able to become any animal I desire. I understand with your position in the government and how
I have heard they feel about me…" McCoy looked into the jade eyes, eyes focused solely on him, it made his heart race. Her voice held a
hint of worry, worry meant for him and how he felt. The feeling ofher breath on his face made him almost shiver with want. It took him
only a moment longer to decide that perhaps in this instance a half truth would unlike a full out lie work better in this situation, logical
sayings be damned.
"Nothing is wrong my dear, I have so far enjoyed this trip, the company is much nicer then normal. I have regrettalby become used to
stuffy politicians speaking about things I have no care for, or women looking to get into bed with me for the sole purpose of extorting
money from me later." Ambrosine smiled slyly at the blue man before her, she had already raked her eyes over his large form numerous
times, and was greatly pleased by what she viewed. The suit and the outfit Hank McCoy currently wore brought out only the best in him
physically, combined with his soft words, and gentle tone her body had begun to react in a way it hadn't for a couple years, and it hadn't
felt like this before at least not for a very long time.
"Well Henry I am no politician and have no interest in extorting money from you." Hank looked straight forward not brave enough to look
at the female at his side. He felt his heart drop at her words. It was very clear to him that the beauty before him was making it obvious
she did not want him. Not that he'd ever actually ever believed she might after all Logan seemed a bit more her type, rougher around the
edges. Hank had been called many things in the past but stupid was never one of them, and which was exactly how he felt at the moment,
he could never compete with the Wolverine when it came to women like the one beside him. He cursed his body inwardly as it continued
to react to her close presence, each small movements sending bolts of need through his large form. He bit back a groan as she moved one
of her small slender hands down to his thigh, another inch and she would know exactly how badly she was affecting him. The thought
terrified him, she didn't deserve to be disrespected this way, and to add to the fact she was one of Charles oldest friends. His entire form
froze as the next words flowed from her mouth like they were nothing.
"I guess we'll just have to go with the trying to get you into bed in order to make you feel more at home." With that Hank felt the
pressure on both his thigh and his upper arm recede in a sweeping motion as Ambrosine slid her hands off of him. He turned his head and
watched her move swiftly out of the jet, and down into the field, taking a deep breath he willed himself to fix the reason he couldn't stand.
He hoped the dark would help to hid his problem, and it probably would if they came across anyone else. He knew with a normal
person, even most mutants it wouldn't be a problem but with Hellfire, he could only hope she walked with her chin held high. Slowly the
large man stood from his seat and began to follow the exquisite ancient female out of the jet and into the cool Detroit area evening.
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