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After changing into his normal clothes after the session in the Danger Room came to an end, Scott made his way back to the main foyer of the mansion. He wanted to check on Emma Frost to see that she was doing okay with the students and the lesson plan that the Professor had given her. But once the door to Xavier's classroom opened up, the students began filing out into the hall with looks of disbelief clearly written on all their faces. It quickly caused Scott concern as he went up to Siryn.

"Is everything okay?"

"You should see what Miss Frost is wearing, Professor Summers," the young girl complained. "I couldn't even concentrate on anything she was saying."

Scott's brows furrowed with confusion.

"Okay, I'll speak with her."

Siryn nodded before walking away. Scott approached the door and knocked on it, getting Emma's attention.

"Miss Frost? Could you spare me a few moments?"

She sighed.

"I hate to keep repeating myself, but it's Emma. It shouldn't be so hard to remember."

Closing the door behind him, Scott cleared his throat as he briefly looked over the young woman's extremely revealing, white lingerie she wore beneath her mink coat, and quickly understood what Siryn had meant. Emma walked over and was now standing in front of him.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

Clearing his throat, Scott responded;

"Well, it's your choice of attire."

Emma raised an eyebrow as he continued on.

"Your clothes for example? I don't know how you do things at the Massachusetts Academy, but we try to set an example for our students. What do you think they will learn looking at you dressed like…this?"

Few moments passed in silence. When Emma spoke there was no surprise in her voice, just mild amusement.

"I didn't think about teaching students fashion. Although it sounds like an interesting idea. As for learning, I believe it's about what I'm saying not what I'm wearing. I've actually found that with my students it captures their full attention."

"My point exactly. Your clothing has their attention and your words don't. I'd strongly recommend you to try and find something…less revealing."

"If you insist. Anything else?"

"No. That's all."

Emma smirked.

"Are you sure?"

Emma then reached out and gently placed a hand on his right cheek. She then began to stroke his lips with her thumb. She continued on for a moment before tracing her thumb down his chin, and kept going until she reached his Adam's apple. Finally, Scott got a hold of himself and lightly grabbed Emma's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Is there a problem? I don't see a wedding ring."

"I'm in a committed relationship."

Scott's brows were furrowed and he looked a little angry. Emma moved closer towards him with a coy smile.

"There's no need for guilt." Her eyes then fell from his face and rested at his crotch level that was quite a bit tighter now than it was when he first walked into the classroom. "It's a perfectly normal human reaction."

Scott let go of Emma's hand that he just realized he still had a hold of.

"Let's make this perfectly clear, Emma. I'm not interested. I'm in love with somebody else."

"You may love someone else, but the part about not being interested is obviously a lie, Scott."

Emma gestured toward her evidence. Scott's hands tightened into fists at his side.

"I'm not a teenager. There has to be more to a relationship than hormones. Don't intrude on my mind again."

She laughed.

"I'm not that kind of telepath."

Her voice was now a little more than a whisper, Emma then circled around Scott, while reaching up and running her hand along the back of his neck which caused Scott to shiver a little.

"So what do you do then?"

"I can read thoughts, but I don't go into people's heads for my own merriment. I'm more of an empath than a telepath."

"A what?" Scott questioned. He wasn't exactly familiar with that kind of power.

"An empath."

Emma was now standing in front of him once again. She then reached up and slowly removed Scott's sunglasses. He allowed her to even though every other instinct told him otherwise. Emma then gazed into his eyes.

"I can feel you." She then leaned forward and began giving Scott's neck and throat small kisses. "You want this. You want me."

"No."

"Then why, Scott, is your heart racing? Your breathing rapid? Your senses tingling?"

"I...I...stop..."

"I would...but you really don't want me to. Do you?"

Scott couldn't even move, Emma had completely overpowered him with her ability to control peoples emotions.

"Have you ever wondered what happens in the brain during sex, Scott? Or during an orgasm?" Scott tipped his head up, letting Emma's lips move over his jaw. Her fingers shift, curling tight at the back of his neck, half threat and half something else. "It's like watching a lightshow. Or a lightning storm. Or a star exploding."

She nipped Scott's earlobe and a loud moan tore from his throat as he wrapped one arm around Emma's shoulders and braced his other on top of the desk behind him for support. He wanted more.

"Tell me," Scott said.

Scott gasped as Emma's teeth sank into the side of his neck. The blonde hummed as she sucked on Scott's pulse point before pulling away with a growl.

"How about I show you instead?"

"Yes."

At that moment, there was a knock on the door and Emma sighed with disappointment.

"What is it?" She called.

The door opened and Alex stuck his head in and looked to her, ignoring his immobilized brother.

"The Professor is on the phone. He's asking to speak with you."

"Alright."

Alex then left as Emma again sighed heavily and glanced back at Scott.

"Just when we were about to have some fun. Another time, perhaps?"

She moved around him and walked out the door. Scott then jolted as he looked like he had just come out of a trance. He touched the side of his neck before glancing out into the hallway and watched as Emma walked away.

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Standing in front of a crowd of about three thousand people in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, Graydon Creed stood on a makeshift stage, behind a podium, microphone in hand as he began to address his supporters at an out-doors rally in what was considered by many to be a swing state in the general election.

"Thanks to all you, I have captured the GOP nomination. And come November, with your votes I will become the next President of the United States!"

The crowd cheered as many raised 'Graydon for President' signs as he continued on with his victory speech.

"Just a few weeks ago in Illinois, one hundred and forty elementary school children were killed, vaporized, because of the presence of a young seven year old boy, a mutant of course."

The Secretary of Defense then he looked around at the audience of men and women, all of them in awe at the information

"Unfortunately, President McKenna has seemed to have forgotten just how dangerous mutants truly are. The mortality rate and injuries caused by mutants has increased by fifty-six percent over the last decade. Annually 142,000 are killed due to mutants. In my opinion this is quickly becoming humanity's epidemic! We can act now or never, but now is the time to make a difference!"

As the speech continued, a limo sat about a mile away from the stage. It was close enough to hear what was being said as Graydon continued on. Mystique and Sabretooth sat in the back, staring at their feet as the crowd cheered again.

The large mutant shook his head.

"I can't believe this Homo-Sapien trash came from my blood," Sabretooth growled as he began to pick his teeth with his claw-like fingernails. "But I don't think this is a good idea. We should have cleared it with Erik first."

Mystique glared at him before reaching over, griping his wrist and yanking his fingers away from his teeth.

"Graydon Creed is our mistake, Victor. Yours and mine so he's our responsibility, understand? I'm not going to stand by while that mistake possibly becomes the next President."

"Come on, Mystique, it wasn't so bad you and me."

Mystique dropped his hand like she'd been burned.

"It's not like Erik doesn't know about, 'the incident' that happened between us, so many years ago."

"It doesn't matter. Erik doesn't need to be reminded of the few instances where my better judgment eluded me."

"Fine, whatever. Let's just deal with him and get the hell out of here."

Mystique morphed into the appearance of a bodyguard. She then opened the door to the limo and stepped out along with Sabretooth. Mystique began heading to the stage while Sabretooth got into the drivers seat. Just as the two of them got ready, Carol Danvers had used her power of flight to come to this event. It was ending just as she arrived, flying down to the roof of a building that was opposite of the stage that had been set up. She watched as several bodyguards led Graydon off the stage to a limousine that had just pulled up. Her eyes then widened as she saw one of the bodyguards kick the other two before shoving Graydon inside. The limo then sped off.

From inside the car, Graydon looked around widely.

"What the hell is going on?" He demanded.

A deep voice responded;

"Tell me boy, despite having mutant parents you want to destroy our species?"

Graydon lunged backwards into his seat as Sabretooth turned his head and grinned a sick smile at him.

"You."

His face had drained of color, but his expression was of disgust, not fear.

"That's right, kiddo."

He then pressed a button that rolled up the window in the partition.

Graydon looked to the bodyguard.

"Shoot him!"

The appearance of the bodyguard slowly faded away and Graydon found himself staring at his mother. Mystique glared at him before elbowing Graydon right in the mouth. He tried to put some distance between them but she grabbed his hair and yanked him back over to her. Mystique shook her head.

"I've dreamed of killing you."

His smiling political mask stripped away, Graydon Creed radiated nothing but hatred as he spat from his bloodied mouth.

"You should have killed me years ago."

"Yes, I should have," Mystique agreed. "I'm here to correct that mistake."

The limo weaved around cars at a dangerous speed. But unbeknownst to Sabretooth, he was being followed by a flying Carol Danvers. Graydon lowered his eyes as he then muttered;

"Just get it over with."

Mystique pulled out a gun which Graydon eyed.

"I don't regret abandoning you, and I don't regret what I did to your half-brother either. At least he grew up to be strong, not a coward like you."

"What a great mother you are," he said with a bitter laugh.

Mystique pointed the gun at his forehead and Graydon closed his eyes. Once Carol had passed the limo in mid-air, she released from her hands a silver blast of photonic energy at the limo's front. The long, stretch car was instantly totaled as it came to a sudden halt. Both Mystique and Graydon groaned as they had been violently tossed around when the limo was hit. After three deep breaths Graydon seemed to regain his bearings. He started to crawl towards the door and just as he reached out to grab the handle Mystique snatched his hand.

Mystique glared at him before snapping back his index finger causing Graydon to yell out in pain as his finger was broken. Ms. Marvel landed on the street, right in front of the totaled limo.

"Get out of the car, now!" She shouted.

The driver's car door was then ripped off as Sabretooth stepped out and stalked his way towards Carol.

"You shouldn't have done that. Now you're going to pay."

"What? There's a fee?"

Sabretooth then roared as he lunged at Carol. She ducked beneath his swipe and came back with a kick to his chest but it didn't even phase him. Sabretooth then grabbed her by the throat. He tightened his grip, his claws digging in the sides of her neck before she fired a photonic blast that threw him backwards at a tremendous speed. He crashed straight through the limo's windshield. Mystique then exited the limo, Graydon in her grasp as she held the gun against his temple. The two mutant women stared at each other as if they were waiting for the other for make the first move.

"I can't let you kill Graydon Creed."

"I never asked for permission," Mystique snapped.

"Do you have any idea of the repercussions of your actions?"

"How about the repercussions of his actions? You're a mutant, you should know."

"If a mutant kills him, then he'll be proven right about all the horrible things he's said about us. We can't beat Creed's ideas if we turn him into a martyr. Then there'll be ten more just like him."

"Then I'll kill them too. And anyone who gets in the way."

Mystique then fired at Carol and both she and Graydon watched in awe as the bullets simply bounced harmlessly off. Carol then sent a small line of photonic energy in the direction of the gun, Graydon ducked as it came at them, the blast caused the gun to explode. She then fired a second blast which hit Mystique square in the chest, Carol then flu forward, grabbing a hold of Graydon and took off into the air as the sounds of police sirens could be heard coming their way.

Once they were a good distance away, Carol took Graydon to an urgent care facility. Carol walked into one of the doctor's rooms where Graydon was sitting. He had just gotten his broken finger placed in a splint and then taped up. Graydon just stared at the ground as he found it hard to meet her stare.

"Not even a thank you?" She spoke.

"Thanks a lot, Ms. Marvel," Graydon snapped in a begrudging tone.

Carol laughed a little.

"Ms. Marvel?" She questioned. "What do you mean by that? My powers?"

"No..." He then looked up at her and smirked. "You have a marvelous pair of breasts, blondie."

"Why you..."

Graydon started laughing as Carol looked like she was about to hit him but she held back and quickly got a hold of herself. She had to remember that he wasn't just the Secretary of Defense now, but a nominee for President.

"You may not respect me, but the community I represent does. My co-workers do. And Henry did. That's all that matters." She then turned to finally leave but stopped at the doorway and looked back at him. "I hope this whole campaign for President isn't about getting even with mommy and daddy."

Graydon gave her a look of disbelief that quickly turned into one of anger and hatred.

"They abandoned me. Just because I wasn't a mutant."

"How do you think the country will react when they find out?" She asked.

"I don't know," Graydon admitted as he took a deep breath. "I'm surprised it hasn't gotten out already."

"It will. Sebastian Shaw will make sure of it. In fact, he was the one who let me in on this secret of yours."

"You can't choose you parents."

Carol gave him a look.

"You can't choose your children either."

Graydon sighed heavily and stared at the wall beside him. To Carol, this was a signal that the conversation was over. Before finally leaving the room, she left him with one last remark.

"I know this might be tough for you to accept, but we're here. And we're not going anywhere. Mutants aren't going anywhere."

An evil smile then came to Graydon's face as he looked over and watched Carol's departing form.

"We'll see."