Dimensional Warrior
Chapter 11
Harry leaned back in his seat, the hum of his 1969 Dodge charger soothing stiff muscles after a seven-hour flight. As he zoomed through the countryside towards the Xavier estate, his mind drifted back to the last time he saw this universe is Jean Grey.
–XX –
In March 2001, Harry set a glowing cylinder down on the table in Stark Tower meeting room.
The light coming off of it forced the rooms, two occupants, to wear sunglasses.
"As you can see Mr. stark, I have found a way to make hydrogen energy portable. The atom splitter here could power an entire city block for a year and a half before it would need to recharge."
A man stood from the other end of the table, his blue eyes locked on the cylinder, he moved around the table, his blazer opening with his movements to show off the white button-down beneath. Stopping beside Harry, he tapped his sunglasses, "and how does it recharge?"
"These vents here," he pointed to rectangular slits around the top of the cylinder. "After it uses all of its energy, it pulls in more air and then splits the atoms around a specially designed core. The core then absorbs all the radiation and funnels it back out to be used."
Tony rubbed his dark beard, staring at the cylinder, "What about the residual radiation?"
"There is none, this device uses all energy. Once it runs out of power, it is completely inert until it pulls in more atoms to be split."
Tony reached forward, pausing before his fingers touched the cylinder, "May I?"
"Of course."
Picking it up, Stark weighed it in his hand, "It's so light, and there's no heat coming off it at all."
Sitting it back down he glanced at Harry, "how does it hook in?"
"Two cables would plug into it, one from the top, and one from the bottom."
"That's all," Tony asked moving around to sit at the end of the table.
"Yes."
Stark interlaced his fingers. "The only thing that concerns me is what happens if the cylinder breaks?"
"Using proprietary techniques, the cylinder you see is virtually unbreakable. It's also adjusted to absorb outside heat in case of fire to provide more energy. However, if it makes you feel better it can be placed inside a safe. The cords to hook into the building could be run through the safe."
Tony leaned back in his chair, "Why come to me? With a device like this? You could go to almost anyone."
"This is my first foray into the technological world, my business mostly consists of environmental cleanup, oil, and mining. I came to you because you are one of the world's foremost leaders in technology."
"So, you want my company to back you?"
"That is correct."
"And what percentage of the profits would my company get from this partnership."
"Since your company would be taking a risk, I would be willing to give you a 25 to 75 percent split with an agreement that you would help me push any future technologies through."
"I will want to study that before I give you an agreement."
Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Harry pulled out some folded papers.
"That's fine, but I'll need you to sign this saying you won't copy the technology, leak it to anyone that will copy it for you, or make a profit off of it without my express permission."
"That's fine."
With a flick of his wrist and a little telekinetic power, Harry pushed the papers toward Stark. As his pen swam across the paper, Harry felt the ping on magical wards he had almost forgotten existed. The Grey House was under attack.
Keeping his posture relaxed, he rose to his feet.
Walking around the table, he offered his hand to the multibillionaire.
Tony stood to his feet, and Harry realized for the first time, he was taller than the man at 6'2".
"Well, Mr. Howlett, I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
Pumping his hand once, Harry released it, "Likewise Mr. stark, now if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."
Turning quickly, Harry strode from the room.
–XX –
Harry shot through the air, an aura of sea-green energy outlining his body.
By the time he reached Annandale night had fallen.
Flashes of light turned darkness into day as the five figures surrounding the grey home tried to break the pale blue barrier he'd erected.
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled.
In a blur of motion, he shot towards his first opponent. Taking in his features as he closed the distance between them.
He was 5'9" tall with pale skin. Blue eyes shone from beneath a beak-like mouth. White wings flared out from his body, flapping every few seconds to keep him aloft. Leather straps crisscrossed his lean muscular chest.
Claws tipped his bent fingers and glimmered at the end of each toe.
Wrapping an arm around the man's neck, he tightened his hold.
Unable to cry out, he dug his fingers into Harry's arm and kicked his feet back.
Claws dug into his flesh, sending rivulets of blood down his arm and thigh, but he ignored the pain.
Reaching out with his mind, he slithered into the man's brain.
Information and images flowed through his mind.
These people were from the Shi'ar Empire. They were here to kill the Grey family and wipe out the bloodline to prevent any future host of the Phoenix from being born.
The man he was holding was called Krait, a cultist from the Empire who performed experiments on himself to become closer to the ancestors of his people. When he realized those experiments couldn't be reversed, he killed everyone else in the cult, and as punishment was forced to join the death commandos.
Having what he needed, Harry tightened his hold while grabbing the side of the man's head with his other hand. With a sharp jerk, he wrenched his head to the side.
The sound of vertebrae snapping was loud enough to cause the others to stop the attack on the barrier.
Releasing the body, Harry fell towards the ground.
Bending his legs with the impact he shot forward, behind him krait's body hit the ground with a thud.
His next opponent turned he was 6'9" with green scaly skin. A familiar three ridge chin was shadowed by the light of the barrier.
Green skin stretched as broad shoulders expanded even more as he grew in size.
Now larger pointed ears twitched, red eyes narrowed, and reptilian-like teeth bared as he charged to meet Harry, his heavier mass leaving deep footprints in the earth.
Concentrating on his hands, bone blades emerged from the bottom of his palms.
Nostalgia filled him as he remembered his father doing the same the few times, he lost his spear in battle.
Spinning away from the alien's punch, Harry brought his blades around in a sweeping motion,
The creature before him grimaced as his green skin parted, sending blue blood flowing down his torso and onto his leather pants. He stepped back, his body condensing to its normal size.
The wound grew shut.
He shot forward with more speed this time; long pointed fingernails poised in a swipe.
Harry jumped back, the tip of one fingernail grazing his cheek.
Drawing back his right arm, his bone blade withdrew into his skin. Thrusting his hand forward, the ground beneath the alien rippled. He began to sink as Earth tendrils rose up around him to wrap around his body.
He screamed as hardened grass pierced his skin.
Suddenly, Harry jumped away, fear dancing down his spine as a sickle impacted where he had been.
A cloaked figure rose from his crouching position, a white beard flowing down from beneath his hood, his red eyes never leaving Harry, "Who are you?" He asked in an aged authoritative voice, "what business do you have here?"
"What business do you have with this family?"
A wrinkled grey hand tightened around the shaft of his sickle. With a flick of his wrist, energy shot out from the circle in a crescent wave, destroying the earth that held the alien in place. With his free hand, the man gestured, and the alien began moving to circle Harry.
"This family is a universal threat; I am doing the universe a favor by eliminating them."
Green energy lit up Harry's eyes, "They are not the only host of the Phoenix, there are others, there will always be others."
"Jean Grey was its most powerful vessel, we can't afford to let another like her arise."
From the periphery of his vision, Harry watched as something green shot out from behind him.
Pushing off the ground, he backflipped through the air with his head pointed downwards.
He watched the alien's arm shoot out like a rope, curling through the space he had been.
Thrusting his hand downwards, small green crescent-shaped blades exploded from his fingers, slicing the limb to pieces.
The alien cried out as his limb fell to the ground, purple blood spraying from the stump to paint the grass.
Landing behind the creature, Harry gripped his head with his right hand, his screams cut off as sea green energy poured from his eyes.
At the speed of thought, he knew.
The man in his grasp was called flaw, he was an injured Shi'ar soldier who had been given the body of a war Skrull. According to his memories, he not only had the power to shapeshift like the other Skrulls. He also had the ability to mimic the powers of others, which made Harry wonder why he didn't mimic his.
His gaze flicked to the man in black, his name was Black Cloak, he was the leader of the death commandos.
In slow motion, he watched Black Cloak come forward, his sickle drawn back to strike.
With a force of will, Flaw's head exploded.
In the same moment, Harry jumped away, avoiding the bone, brain matter, and blood that splattered across the grass and the shoulders of the now-dead man.
Black cloak swept his sickle down, uncaring for his fallen comrade as he cut him in half with a crescent blast of energy.
Dropping low, Harry fired a blast of pure Psionic force from his hands.
Black Cloak cartwheeled to the side. The moment his feet touched the ground, he shot forward, the hood of his cloak falling away to reveal a white spike Mohawk decorating his bald grey skull. Twisting at the waist, he brought his sickle around, aiming to cleave Harry in half.
Catching the sickle just below its crescent-shaped blade, Harry skated along the grass from the force behind the weapon. Tightening his hold on the weapon, he raised his left hand.
A bone blade exploded from his palm.
Black cloak released his sickle, leaping away from the oncoming blade.
Retracting his bone blade, Harry brought the sickle around to smack into his other hand. Grabbing it with both hands he brought it down over his knee snapping the shaft in half.
Throwing both halves of the weapon away, Harry tensed angling his legs in preparation to leap after black cloak. Just before he was about to leave the ground, a blast of violet-colored energy slammed into his side.
The force of the energy took him off his feet. He rolled along the ground, even as the energy curled around him.
By the time he regained his senses, he found himself trapped in a sphere of violet energy.
Standing on the other side of the sphere, his arms outstretched was a man 5'11" tall.
Red eyes burned behind circular sunglasses, turning the lenses red.
Like Black Cloak, his skin was grey.
His body was hidden by a black duster buttoned up to the neck.
Just as he finished his inspection of the man, burning caught his attention.
Looking down, he saw the skin of his fingertips begin to disintegrate.
The supernatural healing, he had inherited from his father tried to repair the damage, but that only increased his pain as whatever was eating at his skin came into contact with more of his body as his clothes evaporated, eating away at his face, side, and throat.
He screamed until his vocal cords disappeared.
He was in so much pain, he didn't realize his eyes had melted until he tried to find something else to focus on, only to see blackness.
A voice cut through his pain.
"Why isn't he dying, D'Evo?"
"I don't know, Black Cloak."
That name, his thoughts were sluggish, but he remembered that name. Where had he heard it before? On instinct, he reached out with his mind in the direction of the one called Black Cloak.
Fueled by his pain, his attack punched through Black cloak's mental shields.
Black cloak stumbled as Harry's mind slipped into his body like it was putting on a glove. When he righted himself, there was a green glow to his eyes.
His pain had faded once he entered Black cloak's body, Harry took a minute to look around him. His body was still trapped in a pink sphere by the one called D'Evo.
His skin had been eaten away, he could see his muscles and tendons slowly following suit. Particles of them floating down to join a large pile of red dust around him as whatever gas was inside the sphere broke them down.
Reaching within the cloak, Harry removed a curved dagger from a sheath at Black cloak's back.
With a snarl, he leaped forward, the dagger in his hand flashed as he drove the blade into D'Evo's temple.
The pink sphere surrounding his body faded away, his body fell to the ground.
The shock of bare muscle hitting the earth jerked him back to his body.
He screamed. His vocal cords now regenerated without the interference of the gas. Every movement drove him deeper into an ocean of pain. The darkness faded as his eyes regrew in his empty sockets.
Rolling over, he whimpered as blades of grass poked his bare muscles. Within seconds, his skin had regrown. A cool wind swept across pale pink flesh, making him feel like he was floating in a sea of knives.
Climbing to his feet, he scratched his head as blood-colored fuzz sprouted from his scalp.
With stumbling steps, he approached Black cloak's body. Reaching down he pulled the cloak from the man's form.
Wrapping the cloak around his body, he stared down at the man that had led the attack on his family. He was lean, but his age had taken away a lot of his muscle. His hair was shaped in a row of white spikes in the center of his baldhead.
Black formfitting armor covered his back.
Black pants covered his legs, and thick boots protected his feet.
With a groan, black cloak shifted, his eyes opening to reveal glowing red orbs.
He shifted, but before he could move a sea-green outline formed around his body, freezing him in place.
For a long moment, Harry stared at his tormentor.
"Die."
With a twist of his wrist, black cloaks head twisted sideways with an echoing crack.
The light faded from his eyes, leaving them the color of dried blood.
Rising to his feet, Harry flicked his hand.
Flames burst to life on and around the bodies consuming the bodies of the death commandos in moments.
"Who are you?"
Slowly, Harry turned to find his mother standing in front of her family, her hair dancing in an aura of pink Psionic energy.
For a moment, Harry just stood there, staring at a face he never expected to see again. He never wanted to see her again, knowing that even if she was biologically his mother, she wouldn't be the woman that raised him. Despite knowing this, he couldn't leave the family unprotected, which was why he put the barrier here.
Jean took a step forward, "I said, who are you?" A telepathic attack sent him stumbling back.
Pushing the attack away, Harry straightened, debating on what to do next.
He could be the mysterious stranger, but even though he helped his family. They would still try and hunt him wanting to know his reasons for intervening on their behalf. That really only left him with one option.
"My name is Harry John Warkiller, son of Jean Grey Warkiller, and James Howlett Warkiller, the reincarnation of James Howlett, known to the world as Logan!"
Jean's eyes narrowed, "Prove it."
Despite the situation, Harry's lips curled. Good, his mother wasn't the type to take things at face value either. It's good to see her counterpart shared that character trait.
He spread his arms wide, "You are a telepath," he cocked his head to the side, "if you are anything like my mother. Come see for yourself."
Jean Grey stared at the man before her, something about him resonated with her, but alien assassins had just tried to kill her family. After only barely surviving the Phoenix trying to commit suicide, she wasn't willing to take any chances.
Reaching out with her mind, Jean touched the strangers.
The moment her mind touched his, something within him resonated with her power and pulled them both elsewhere.
–XX –
Jean Grey found herself standing in a circular stone room.
A fireplace burned merrily in one corner.
A wooden couch with thick crimson cushions sat before a coffee table. Two high backed chairs with the same crimson cushions sat at an angle away from the coffee table.
Pink energy swirled on the couch, and Jean found herself staring at a woman that looked exactly like her dressed in a crimson gown. Her crimson hair was up in a high bun at the back of her head, and her Emerald eyes scanned Jean up and down with a hint of wonder and sadness.
"Mother!"
Jean turned to find Harry standing three feet to her left, his Emerald eyes locked on the woman on the couch.
Turning to face him, she got her first good look at him.
He was 6'2" tall with broad shoulders, red hair, green eyes, a strong jaw, and a rounded chin. He moved forward, his bare feet sliding along the stone with grace as he closed the distance between her and her doppelgänger.
"How is this possible, is dad here too?"
Her doppelgänger raised her left hand, caressing Harry's cheek, "No, but then again neither am I. This is just a small portion of my soul I sealed into your psyche on the way here. It was meant as a failsafe to explain to my counterpart how you arrived here."
A smile curled her lips, "If she is anything like me, she would want some proof."
Harry inclined his head, "That did indeed happen."
"A few months ago, she was possessed by the Phoenix force, I intervened."
Jean stepped back; her eyes wide. This man, a suppose it son from another universe if she was reading the situation right saved her from the Phoenix's destruction?
Her doppelgänger stared into her son's eyes, "The Phoenix heart?"
"That has changed now, it has become cosmic energy called the Sage Force."
Her doppelgänger cocked her head to the side, staring at her son for a long moment.
"It's been so long since you arrived here."
"Well, you didn't exactly let me in on the plan, and when I arrived here your counterpart had just been born."
"Hence the barrier around their home?"
"Yes."
Her doppelgänger wrapped her arms around Harry pulling him close. "I'm so proud of what you've accomplished. she pulled away," wiping tears away from her eyes. "I only wish I could continue to watch the wonders you will do."
Her doppelgänger turned towards her, "Come forward Jean Grey, come forward and learn of our past." She stretched forth her hand.
Jean stepped forward. Reaching her hand forward, she paused just before their fingertips touched, "Are you planning to take over my body?"
Her doppelgänger stared at her for a long moment then shook her head, "No, as much as I want to be with my son, I will not take you away from your own children. Besides, this spell was designed to pass on my history to you, nothing more."
"Why?"
"I was sending my son to another world, I wanted him to have some kind of support system. I did not realize there was such a time difference between our two universes, I hoped by giving you my memories you would forge some kind of connection with him, but I see from your own mind that you have children of your own, you also have a rather complicated relationship with your world's James Howlett."
Jean stared at her doppelgänger, her eyes narrowed, "If you try and take over my body I will fight back."
Her doppelgänger's lips formed a smirk, "I would expect nothing less."
Taking a deep breath Jean grabbed her doppelgänger's hand, and the world exploded in pink light.
–XX –
Harry was brought out of his reverie as he turned the corner and began driving the final miles to the Xavier estate.
After getting his mother's memories, Jean Grey relaxed around him, he wasn't the first child from an alternate dimension that she had come across, he was the first one that she had had with Logan, all of her other children having been born from her union with Scott Summers.
It was weird to Harry that the father of his first love and his mother were together in this world, it wasn't like he expected Jean and Logan to get together just because of his arrival. Even if they did, it wouldn't replace his own parents.
It was nice to see that their core personalities had remained the same.
His father seemed a bit rougher than he was in his dimension. However, from what he gathered the man had been through a lot more in this world. In a way, Harry could sort of understand that.
It was hard getting close to others when you worried if your actions or your past may hurt them. Maybe that's why he'd stayed away from relationships in this world.
The hair on the back of his neck rose, and his grip tightened on the steering wheel.
Something was about to happen, but what? Where was it coming from, and who was behind it.
A red flash caught his attention, he turned just in time to see a laser strike the back end of the car.
The car began to spin in a circle.
When it stopped, it was facing sideways in the center of the road.
Another flash of red light.
In an instant, the car exploded in a ball of fire.