Note: I have been trying but writing some characters accents isn't easy. And shortest note that I have written so far. Yay me! (I finally accomplished doing this, having been trying really hard to do so).


"…So, do we have a deal?" "And why should I, really? This isn't the first time I have dealt with the Xmen and Earth's heroes. They have beat losing to me, besides it would be run of the mil at this point." "Come now, show that you aren't a spineless one like your race suggests. And glad that this incarnation of The Frightful Four. The window of opportunity is rapidly closing, Cable and the rest of X Force will be doing their rounds once more. Surely, you haven't really given up, think of all you can accomplish?!"

"And what makes you think, that this time will be different; and I would actually succeed?!" "You didn't have me, or my accomplices. I assure being a part of their group, some of them really wouldn't rebelled against me." "And if they do, what guarantee does that give me?" "Those that embrace me, well, regardless, they wouldn't let anything happen to me. So, what is your answer?" Keeping his reservations to himself, his greed once more blinds him to his ambition. "Deal" as he shakes her hand, the disgust not masked from her face.


The steps resounding is the only noise being made as she puts her earrings and purse on the edge of the chest, sighing. As the pressure behind her is evident, gripping her arms, placing a kiss on her neck. Before his other hand reaches for her core, leaving nothing but lust in its wake. Sighing as the sensations begin to overwhelm her, "something doesn't feel right."

The motion halts as he lays his head by her ear. "How can't' not feel right when we love each other, cherie?!" The silence is palpable as the answer is far from forthcoming. Sensing his presence retreating, "I see. Though, I don't know where this has suddenly come from, my belle?! We have been married for years after all." Turning to face him, "years?! But it feels as it was just yesterday. I, uh, ?!" Offering his hand to her, "come, belle, clearly this day weighed on you more than I had thought or anticipated it to." Taking his hand, "sleep, yes, that sounds good." Smirking, "now who said anything about sleeping?!"


Staring at the ceiling, her partner's breathing remains consistent. Visions of men and people she has never met before cross her mind. One that is blonde and can clearly turn into flames at will. Women that appear to be like sisters to her; three that are red heads as well, with the other having green hair. As the flashes shuffle faster, it becomes almost impossible for her to grip any of them, much less recognize them.

Glancing to her side, she sees that her companion is still asleep. Moving slowly so as not to awaken him, due to him not always being a heavy slumberer. Slowly moving the sheets, she is able to escape the bed, making her way to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, 'I don't know what is wrong with me?! I have no reason to be unhappy nor question things. Remy is a loyal and devoted husband; and yet this still doesn't feel right or that there are things missing?! Could it be them, whoever they are?!"

"Johnny, Castle, Thor, Pietro?!" Their names slip out without her realizing. Covering her mouth after a gasp escapes, accompanying her error. As tears make it past her usual steel veneer, "I see. The problem appears to be worse than I thought." Looking in the mirror, she sees Remy in the doorway. Hurt written all over his face. "Tell me, belle, when did you stop being in love with me? And who are these other men? And how long have you been cheating on me?!" Closing the distance between them, raising her hand, cupping his cheek, which he leans into.

"Is that what you really think?" Laying his hand on hers, "what am I supposed to think?! Clearly, you are questioning your feelings for me." Shallowing the words that want to make themselves known, "I don't know what is happening; nor can I give an answer about the extent of my feelings at the moment. But I do know that you matter to me, never question that. You mean more to me than you are implying; however, the exact capacity, I am unable to answer."

Relinquishing her hand, "I see. Where does that leave us?!" "I don't know. I have never questioned you, even though I know your interest in Anna Raven has never been hidden. So, it is unfair that you are putting me on the spot." "I am not the one that has stepped outside this marriage." "So, your flirtation with Ms. Raven isn't a betrayal?! I have always overlooked this attraction of yours, since I know that, that at the end of the day I am yours, just like you are mine."

Grabbing her arms, bringing her so that the two are within a hair's width, staring at each other. "Th't may be true, my belle. And yet you mentioning these men twisted something here." He brings his hand to the center of his chest, slightly tightening his hold on her hand. "I won't or can't deny that Anna means something to me. But you are who I chose and if you weren't by my side at the end of each day, my life would't' mean much of anythin'."

Staring into his eyes, 'it's there, what I am searching for. What he says is the truth, yet Anna and whomever these men are, are an obstacle. One that I can't ignore.' His eyes widen with hurt and disappointment as she pulls her hand back. "Remy, I wish I could convey how sorry I am. You are so precious to me, to continue with this bridge widening between us wouldn't be right. I could never hurt you more if I continued with this farce.

I know you love me. Just like I love you, but I don't think it is in the romantic sense. Not the way a husband or wife should care for one another. You matter as much as these other men do to me. But do you remember our life before today?! Our courtship?! Our wedding?!" Taking a step back, Remy turns his head to the side, before finding her eyes again.

Bending his head down, "so tha't' is I't'?! We act like we are nothin', not even friends?!" Taking his hand firmly. "Non, of course not. You are one of my best friends. And whatever this is, we will find out together." Seeing that disbelief met his eyes as he moves backwards, causing her to follow his lead. Seeing nothing as she turns to look, there is nothing and no one there. "What?! What did you see?!" "He…he was on fire."


"Kobik…Kobik, what are you doing?" "I am getting us help. We are going to have to keep things down, lest they pick up on what we are doing. I can manage barely, masking the connection I am about to force. Your mind may be here with me, but we can't leave your body alone too long. We have to find it before it is too late." Reaching out, Kobik focuses on the one that can help them and the one she considers her dad.

The grip on his hand is the only comfort he has after all that has happened. Looking to his right, "hey doll!" "You don't have to fight anymore, James. It's over." Laying her head on his shoulder, "she's right, you know." "Maybe for now. We all know this life is always going to resolve around some kind of fight, Barton." James opens his mouth to respond to see a portal open, before revealing a group of people that are familiar yet so strange. One making their way to him, "PAPA!"


The fair-haired youth stands in front of her. "You don't need to say anything. I have seen it all. Come, if we really want to save her, we can't waste. And I know where we need to start. Though getting them on our side, isn't going to be very easy, considering last time and what I had done." "She is one of them, even if they have never been on the best of terms, due to her taking your side, there is very little they would risk for her. Especially with what she is facing at the moment, that whole enemy of your enemy thing." The woman takes her hand, leading the way.


The team stands around the desk, "and what do you really expect us to do?! It seems you two have been making messes lately and the rest of us have to pick up after you. Seriously, what does this mean for the rest of us?! Besides, isn't the team you brought enough?!" Stepping forward the fair-haired child moves forward, just as her would be father lays his hand on her shoulder.

"Jamie Madrox, you know what is at stake when it concerns him. And it isn't on them this time, not really. While Wanda Maximoff of this earth can see her replicas, I made the bridge possible for us to cross. This wound up being my doing, just like The Secret Empire. I never intended for this and now Rachel Summers is going to pay for my mistake."

"And what mistake is it this time, child?!" She turns to the couple. "Alison Blaire, Longshot. The Mr. Sinister made more than just a clone of Nathan Summers. He made one of Rachel as well. But managed to keep it so hidden that not even Rachel had been aware such a memory or person existed. And after undoing The Secret Empire, when I reached out and wound up bring Rachel back from the dead, my ability, for some reason crossed realities and time, awakening Madelyn Pryor and Julia Williams as she calls herself."

Crossing his arms, "again what does this have to do with us?!" Hefting his gun against his shoulder, "my daughter isn't done speaking, Madrox. You will hear us out." Jamie recoils staring at the other brunette, knowing that provoking The Soldat isn't something he is enthusiastic to do. "So, you decided to play dirty and brought my parents." "It isn't personal, Shatterstar. Besides, you, no one knows him better. We have every intention of exploiting this."

"No dice, then. We would never let ourselves be manipulated. She got herself in this mess, she needs to get herself out of it. Star, Dazzler and Longshot have given enough of themselves when it concerns that world." Moving subconsciously, Kobik lunges at Shatterstar, causing the rest of X Factor, Alison and Longshot to move. Bucky tackling Rictor in the process before the other man can defend his friends.

As pandemonium continues to break out, Hope takes to the sky, hovering as much as the room allows her. Bringing her hands together, incorporating the sound waves, clapping, she is able to blind everyone in the room. But not before having grabbed Shatterstar, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" X Factor rendered useless, except for Alison; who has managed to get ahold of Wanda. "We came because we were more than willing to help, but threatening my child is another thing entirely. I refuse to play such a game. I will stoop low as well."

William releases the shield that protected him and the others from the blinding lights. Ted standing behind him along with their cousins, Thomas and the rest of their team. Hope not releasing her hold on Shatterstar. Bucky keeping watch on a knocked out Rictor. Alison tightens her hold on Wanda. "MOM!" "Well, what's going to be?!"

The sword comes out of nowhere, right underneath Longshot's throat, before pressing into it as he moves. "I wouldn't recommend that. I am not called The Marksman for no reason." Kate Bishop and Clint stand behind her, their bows arched, along with Sean holding Longshot's hair. "Alison Blaire, release her. As you can see, you are outnumbered. We will manage to release her before any real damage is done. Though, don't and the same can't be said for them." Hope adds.

"And what if I call your bluff?!" Sean tilts Longshot's head back further, pulling on his hair. As Mariah brings another knife, stabbing him in the side. Longshot manages to keep the pain to a minimum, but moving just enough that the sword cuts a little more into his neck. "I was trained by two of the deadliest assassins on the planet not to mention by my parents as well. You know that bluffing is something that is really applicable to me." Mariah Barton-Summers replies.

"Well, Dazzler?!" William speaks. Looking around, Alison tries to think of a way out. But knows that Hope Shepard is correct. 'Longshot, Shatterstar, Rictor and the others will be taken out before I can try to do anything. And that is even if Thomas or Hope get to her first.' Wanda moves forward upon feeling the grip on her slacking. Sean, Mariah and Hope release the intergalactic family. Kate Bishop and Clint stepping back, putting their arrows away. Bucky picks up Rictor, tossing him to his former lover. "I believe he is yours."

Shatterstar catches him just in time. Holding the unconscious man, "we need to listen to my daughter now. We have wasted enough time. I may not know much of Rachel Summers when she has been in this world. But Kobik has managed to tell me all that I need to know, and she deserves our help. Whether any of us feel she deserves what trouble she is currently in, there is not a single one of us here who hasn't made a mistake, when have needed to be rescued from."

Turning to the strongest amongst them. "Hope, Rachel Grey before we begin." Hope sits with her legs crossed, with her aunt Grey in front of her. Their eyes and bodies begin to glow, before encompassing the room. "Kobik." "Right!" The portal opens revealing the purple hued woman with DeMarr Davis by her side as Anabel Worthington, Johnny Storm, Wonder Man, Frank Castle, the rest of the Fantastic Four and their family, Bobbie Morse with the two boys she has been watching. Both Nates appear with Alex, Lorna, Scott, Jean and Gabriel. As Clarice remains in the background, her head leaning toward Davis, whispering. "Remember if anything goes wrong, you are going to be our ticket out of there."

The two males quickly make their way to Bucky. "Dad!" "Uncle Bucky!" "Thank you, Clarice." "I hadn't expected all of you." "The others would have come as well. But then, Earth would have been left undefended. But after we found out, you really couldn't have expected us to leave Rachel to her fate. Not after what she has done for some of us." "Johnny is right. My sister means too much to us." Gabriel adds.

"Kobik Barnes, tell us what we need to know since we are clueless at the moment." Cable says, as he and Nate take her memories, displaying it to the others. Speaking as one, "we are ready to begin. Clarice Ferguson, we just need you know to open the portal for us." Hope Shepard and Rachel Grey inform them. Kobik, Nate and Cable focus on the others before the light encompasses them, the sound becoming too high pitched before the illumination fades revealing a once more, empty room.