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Chapter 10 - Perception

Jean's eyes closed in defeat as she sighed and took the Cerebro's helmet off her head. She set it back down on its place and turned off the main system.

Nothing.

She had been trying to detect even a hint of Erik or his children and even if she knew it'd be in vain, she had hoped she would have found a clue as to where they were. Erik had been smart, concealing himself and his children and somehow, probably through Wanda's powers, the rest of the members of the Brotherhood. No matter how many they might be, Jean concluded in frustration as the doors behind her, opened.

She turned and looked at the empty corridor that spread up to the other side of the base. The team was in the Danger Room. Raven had remained away from Jean yet, she had offered to stay with Hope once again and look over the restoration of the mansion that was needed after the previous day's battle. Everyone struggled and Jean knew that her friend tried to keep a balance, for Charles and everyone's sake.

Franklin had told her a few things about the Brotherhood as he knew it and she only hoped she'd be able to get something out of his information but ever since the break of dawn, she had been searching in vain. The entire team was inside the Danger Room, practicing in stimulators Scott had worked on through the night for the next encounter with their enemies. Nobody had complained, the school was reaching its term's final examinations but the day was dedicated to the team after what had happened and the children deserved a break.

Jean sighed as she exited Cerebro and remained unsure in the corridor, alone and pensive. She wasn't an active member of the team, she didn't wish to enter the Danger Room, she was the team's physician yet she wasn't ready to face Charles, not after what she knew about Lorna Dane. With a heavy sigh, she realized she had to follow the call of duty and her oaths. In her favorite red dress, she started walking down the corridor to the medical ward of the mansion and as the doors opened she summoned the tablet monitoring Charles' progress through the night before she could reach her mentor, she took a deep breath, hoping he'd be asleep.

'I'm really sorry,' His voice made her look up at the bed he was on, as she approached. Mentor and student looked at each other for a very long moment before Jean could set the tablet down and seat on the bed by his side. Charles tried to reach her hand but Jean kept her own hands on her lap, not ready, he withdrew.

She wasn't sure what to say, if she could, she would have chosen the coward way of dealing with this and wouldn't have visited him at all. Franklin had stopped her from screaming at Charles the previous night. Now, she only felt worried about it all, about Raven, about the next confrontation with Erik and his children, and on top of it all, about Charles hiding this from her and the rest.

'Why?' Jean finally asked and Charles sighed and closed his eyes.

'Because you were young and unprepared, I would have put you in grave danger…' Charles preferred to speak through his powers, more intimate and warm for two telepaths than speaking, his mental voice laced with concern and regret. 'Because this entire problem between me, Raven and Erik started before you, Scott or Ororo existed and that poor child didn't deserve to be dragged into this. You all didn't deserve to be dragged into this.' Charles sent and Jean remained silent. 'I have shown you Cuba and how I started with Alex, Scott's brother and the rest... And how I lost them all… I have shown you what happened in Paris in '73 and how I tried with Hank to help as many of our kind as I could, you included.' Charles added and Jean nodded her head, feeling guilty for getting so angry at him. 'I thought keeping Lorna away would be safer for her and safer for all of you.' He finally sent and Jean looked away.

'You'd do the same with Hope if we couldn't take care of my enemies?' Jean asked, her mind going back to her Dark Phoenix days, fearing his answer. Charles this time reached and took her hand in his, making her look at him.

'If you and Scott had asked me to, like Raven did, yes, I would.' He replied simply and Jean took a deep breath. 'For Hope's sake, if you two had conceived her by accident and thought it'd be better to have her safe away from you than dead by your enemies, then yes, Jean I would agree to do the same.' Charles confirmed once again and Jean wished she had the will to take away her hand but she understood his motive. She would never give her child away, but she knew she said that, being one of the most powerful mutants on earth. She never had to run and hide for her child's life, anyone who tried to exploit her or go for her child, she simply annihilated them.

'You should have told us, Charles.' Jean finally spoke, hating the understanding she was projecting to him, the two of them knew each other's brains like no one else. At least that's what she had thought, she had reached Charles' deepest corners of his mind and yet he had achieved to keep this from her. Maybe it was her own fault, she never pried, she never tried to look into his life out of curiosity, she never touched the concealed parts of his mind out of respect for his privacy. Realizing now how many things she had missed.

'You should have told us about Lorna's existence and about Logan being sent back in time…' Jean added frustrated and sighed as she pushed away the fact of everyone not telling Charles about Franklin. Her mind went back to her best friend to whom she had lied once already, last night. 'You should have talked to Ororo about Logan at least. You should have talked to me and Scott.' Jean struggled to keep her voice down, her anger flaring up. 'Logan and Ororo struggle to get back to normal, I am struggling with both of them. Scott tries to be indifferent but I know he doesn't like all this. You always insisted we're the core of the team, how do you expect us to remain united with all these things between us?' Jean asked, harsher than she hoped as Charles sighed and closed his eyes. She shielded her mind, trying not to project her anger as she didn't wish to harm him in any way. The image from Logan's timeline with her destroying Charles was pushed away from her mind's eyes. Never, she was hurt and frustrated but she'd never be capable of killing Charles.

'I was wrong, I know and I am really sorry.' Charles finally said and Jean looked at her mentor as he opened his eyes again and looked at her. He had made mistakes before, abusing his authority and powers for the greater good. With Moira McTarget, with Raven and the team, with Jean herself, he had made mistakes. But Jean knew, as she looked at his tired face, he meant his apology. It was in her own hand to accept or reject it. 'I have already talked with Ororo, when she visited last night, I apologized to her. And I know I have disappointed you and Scott. For that I will forever regret my choice of keeping all this from you.' Charles added and Jean nodded.

She hated that she couldn't extinguish the fire of betrayal within her. This new war with the Brotherhood had sprouted out of nowhere and Franklin's dystopia felt like the peak of the iceberg.

'How am I supposed to be honest with the rest?' Jean asked desperately. 'How am I supposed to look at Raven in the eyes if it comes down to killing Polaris to save Hope?' Jean asked again and felt Charles sighing.

'I don't have the answer to that, my dear Jean.' Charles finally admitted in defeat and Jean nodded her head as the tears built up in her eyes. Of course he didn't have the answers but the team could disband way sooner than in Franklin's time. A choice made by him almost forty years ago was turning against them all. A fresh wave of guilt slipping from his injured mind made her snap her head at his direction.

'What else have you kept from us?' she couldn't help but ask as she took away her tears with one hand, she knew there was more. Her trust to a person so close to her had been compromised and doubt was eating up at her. To her greatest fear, Charles looked at her apologetically.

'I will need you and Scott together for that.' Charles admitted and Jean this time stood up and took away her hand from his. Charles reached for her in vain. 'It's something I did to protect you two and Hope,' he tried weakly but Jean took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her mind was racing yet nothing was moving around them, if this happened years before, the entire lab would be shaking. She glanced at the screens and saw Charles' heart race, blood pressure and brain activity spiking. All this was harming them both.

'It's nothing bad, just a way for all of you to be safe just in case-' Charles tried but Jean wasn't ready, and Scott wasn't there as Charles requested.

'No, enough.' Jean interrupted him as she started stepping away. She wasn't ready for more so soon and she didn't want Charles harmed, Franklin had warned her of his brain destabilizing, for the first time in her entire life, Jean felt afraid of Charles slipping just like he was always afraid of her losing it.

'Jean, please…' Charles tried but Jean was shaking her head once again as she induced his drip feed with Nimodipine, lowering blood pressure was vital for him, for everyone.

'I will tell Scott you want to talk to us and we'll come together when you are better.' Jean insisted and could feel his displeasure for being so weak. The moment his readings fell to normal levels, Jean left the infirmary before anything else could be said and stumbled upon the last person that should be there, dressed in a uniform of the team.

'What are you doing here?' Jean asked Franklin, he shouldn't be down there.

'I was summoned here, by Cyclops.' Franklin replied and Jean was ready to reach his mind again but her husband came out of the Danger Room in his uniform.

'He tells the truth, Jean, it's ok.' Scott reassured his wife.

'He's too close to Charles, Scott.' Jean sent with more anger than expected to her husband who remained stoic.

'I was about to get him in the Danger Room, and I knew you'd be out of the infirmary, I felt you through the bond.' Scott sent back as the awkward silence spread between the three. Franklin remained silent.

'Since you're watching through the bond, you know Charles wants us both at first chance then.' Jean pointed out drily at her husband. She had told him everything about Lorna, through her tears, after Hope had been put to sleep and they were back in their bedroom. Scott's reaction was anger and disappointment but he had talked to her about perspective. The Brotherhood were criminals and had to be dealt with, the rest would have to wait after they were done. 'And you could have said a word about wanting him in the team…' Jean pushed more words and Scott frowned this time.

'Hey… we decided with Storm about Franklin a few minutes ago, you were talking with Charles during that time… I wouldn't keep it from you, relax, love.' Scott sent back smoothly, knowing she felt wary and afraid of more lies, she was venting on him and he could take it. 'We want to give him the Wrecker…' Scott added, hoping to amuse his wife who took a deep breath and glared at Franklin for a moment before she could glare at her husband and then soften her gaze at the men in their uniforms. They both remained awkward and unnecessarily apologetic before the telepath in her dress.

'Fine, sorry, I was just startled I saw you here,' Jean finally addressed Franklin. 'I'm sorry,' She sent to her husband as well who only nodded and touched her arm reassuringly.

'Can I say something?' Franklin for the first time asked as he looked at the couple before him, Jean couldn't miss the respect and emotion painted in the young man's eyes.

'Yes,' both Jean and Scott answered. Franklin pointed at the end of the base, where Cerebro was.

'In the future, we'll have problems with Cerebro,' Franklin finally said and Jean sighed.

'But for now, it's useful,' Jean retorted, it might not be able to find Erik but it was used to track down mutants in need.

'Still, you must take it apart,' Franklin explained and Jean looked at her husband for help, she was already done with riddles from other telepaths. He deserved the Wrecker.

'Stop lecturing her.' Scott demanded, as he pointed at the Danger Room. 'Storm and I have trusted you to join the team, in hopes we're not making a big mistake.' Scott spoke the words in a grave voice, making the young man straight up his spine and look at the leader of the X-Men. 'You're powerful and we need your help to stop the Brotherhood. But don't take this as a sign of weakness, young man,' Scott added, his gloved hand pointing at him. 'I want you away from the Professor and all the children, under my command, you will do only what you're told to do, understood?' He was Cyclops at the last declaration, the cold leader, the tactician and Jean knew, he was unsure for his choice.

'Yes, sir, absolutely.' Franklin replied and Jean hated to admit that Scott was wrong. Franklin was awkward with her, sometimes passive and sometimes suppressive but with Scott, Franklin was actually obedient.

'Good, you're not an X-Man but I consider you an ally, now get in there, Logan will be your teammate for today…' Scott added and Jean could taste the satisfaction in his voice as Franklin mentally slipped his own worry, newbies always got the hard start. The Wrecker sucked.

'Are you sure about this?' Jean asked mentally as Franklin started moving away while Scott remained with her.

'No,' his reply was honest. 'Do you have a better idea to push him further and see what he wants to do? Because he just passed yet another chance of simply bursting in the infirmary, and killing Charles while fighting you.' Scott added and Jean sighed, that was the truth but she wasn't sure how much they could push their luck.

'I'm not sure about anything,' Jean confirmed and Scott sighed and stole a kiss from her lips.

'Then lets improvise, shall we?' Scott suggested as he moved away from her and back towards the Danger Room. 'Come at the control room, I need your help. Lets punch some thoughts out of this one.' Scott added and Jean sighed, they had done this before with mutants who remained cryptic. Throw them in the Danger Room with the team, give them a good dose of adrenaline through a session while Jean scanned their reactions and stray thoughts, instinct always told the truth, it was how they had accepted Psylocke in the team, years ago. Storm had named this method the Wrecker and it remained a secret among the team leaders, Cyclops and Storm worked out with the Phoenix and later on shared with the Wolverine. Everything was allowed in Love and War and the two couples had learnt how to work as one for the team and its best interests, as Charles would say, for the greater good.

Jean moved to the control room, the touch screen before her ready to initiate the session. A large panel of tempered glass kept her unseen and she reached for Storm and Logan's minds. They were in, Logan's excitement for the Wrecker made her smile; she missed him blended in with the rest.

She tapped at the screen, checking the new additions Scott had put in the previous night, after their talk and her falling asleep. She decided to go hard on them from the start.

Stimulation initiated.

Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, Rogue, Gambit, Iceman, Beast, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Psylocke and Shadowcat were in a circle with Franklin between Storm and Wolverine. The program put them in the hologram of an open field, metal and concrete rumble was all around them. Wolverine snarled, knowing what that meant. Jean opened up her mind and touched everyone's thoughts, familiarity from everyone and silence from Franklin.

The first scarlet hit of energy came like the wave she had stopped a day ago. Storm raised winds, Gambit created a net of energy around them like a dome. The next hit came from the circle's right side, aiming straight at Nightcrawler who teleported with Psylocke and Beast as Colossus and Shadowcat held their ground through their powers. The program successfully split them up as the holograms of Magneto and Peter showed up, next to two faceless feminine figures, like mannequins, it was hard to understand who was who as Scott had the time only to pass the information of their abilities and that to the extend he had been informed about from Jean. The Danger Room was able to work on full faced holograms only if high definition photographs were loaded in its system.

Peter's hologram rushed away from the other three, going for Gambit's cane but the red-eyed X-Man had the time to hit it hard on the ground before him, causing an earthquake and his enemy to stumble as Iceman rushed closer and froze him on the spot. Psylocke hit the hologram with her energy whip, wrapping it around the neck in her attempt to struggle him.

A big chunk of metal was thrown at the raven-haired energokinetic and Franklin raised his arm to stop it as Cyclops, Beast, Storm and Wolverine advanced at the faceless holograms. Franklin levitated against hologram-Magneto who raised both arms and metallic rumble rose in the air along concrete that had metal inside. The rumble was hurled at the young man who struggled to stop the heavy chunks.

Jean watched as the entire team fought against the four, Peter was easier to take down, especially if remained frozen by Bobby. Jean could sense the unease of his as every time he turned to check on Rogue, Gambit was doing the same. Rogue too was evidently awkward between the two men while she fought, and they seemed as mostly being on her way rather than shielding her.

Jean tapped at the screen and hologram soldiers with guns got in the scene, the rule was always the same, get hit by a dart and you're out, considered compromised. Jean focused at Franklin trying to fight off Magneto as she added more rumble to be spread around them. Explosions happening at random as to distract them and raise the panic among the team.

'Take it easy, Red,' Logan's amused thought at her excessive use of the program's features made her chuckle. Under normal circumstances, he'd be the Danger Room coordinator and hurl obstacles her way in the times she joined the team.

Wolverine was breaking through the magnetic field of Polaris, but was soon thrown away, hitting with a metallic noise at a destroyed building, creating a hole as he fell through it. Storm could have fried Polaris but the magnetic field of the two sources combined created a buzzing noise that hummed through everyone's bodies. Cyclops blasted his way through an energetic field the hologram-Scarlet Witch had created but soon, the figure was raising her hands, creating a massive pulse of energy, pushing against everyone. Jean programmed both Polaris and the Scarlet Witch approach Franklin who was struggling with Magneto. The young man was breaking into a sweat as the rest of the team tried unsuccessfully to distract away from him the enemies and the soldiers that fired the darts at random. Franklin groaned as he tried to dodge the darts and Jean leaned forward as she touched lightly at her temple for focus. If she was silent enough, and he was too preoccupied, she could slip at least in the conscious part of his mind if not in the part of his brain that held memories and answers.

Jean used her other hand for the screen and soon Magneto's hologram was closing the Scarlet Witch and Franklin within a magnetic field like the ones he used to create in Cairo and against Jean herself back in the 90's. The rest of the team struggled to break the field while Polaris kept on throwing metallic chunks at them and Peter causing problems as Jean programmed him to be running faster than Iceman's ice and the soldiers kept on shooting the plastic darts that Jean programmed to be passing through the magnetic field...

Franklin screamed as the hologram that was supposed to be the Scarlet Witch attacked him with a wave of gamma frequencies, the best copy of a telepath's attack the computer could conjure. Jean tapped at the screen, the second wave made Franklin's mental wall tremble. The darts, the magnetic field, struggling to keep away the chunks of metal and keeping his mind secured while hit by continuous gamma frequencies close to 300 ms seemed to be doing the trick as Jean achieved to slip through the pain and struggle into the young man's head.

She had never encountered such an organized mind, she wondered who taught him to be this organized. She found herself in a small dimly-lit corridor, countless of drawers on walls. The man knew how to keep you busy wandering around until he could find you and kick you out of his head. Jean had expected disarray after such an attack he was withstanding but the corridor was silent and she had to be invisible in such a clear and open place. She checked back and forth, not sure if she'd see him any moment in his head. She could feel him struggling outside. She hoped the attack was enough, the whole place was shaking but the drawers remained secured on the walls. She realized she felt familiar in his head, had been there before when Franklin was a little boy in the hospital.

She decided not to touch anything and levitated herself. She opened the closest drawer with her powers.

A young boy, tubes and IVs attached to him in a children's hospital. A blond beautiful woman with blue eyes and a tall man with black hair and grey on his temples comforted his wife as she begged her little son to wake up, Susan and Reed Richards.. Jean felt like invading.

She closed the drawer and moved further down, she opened another one.

Franklin was in the back of a car, around nineteen years old; a girl was sitting by his side, around eight. His body was too slim and tired, he had just woken from the coma, the Richards were pulling over outside the mansion. His mother moved out of the car first and opened his door as Reed Richards opened the back of the car and pulled out his son's suitcase.

'I will miss you, Val,' Franklin said as his sister turned and looked at him with sad eyes. She nodded and took his weak and bony hand in hers before they could move out of the car.

'Welcome!' Storm exclaimed next to Jean, at the top of the stairs as the Richards tried to help their son but the young adult shook their hands off and tried himself. After years bedridden, he enjoyed walking and climbing up stairs even if it was a struggle. The Richards reached Storm and the couple shook hands with her before Susan could give a hug to Jean.

'I'm glad he's been accepted.' Susan admitted as Franklin shook his frail hand with Storm who smiled encouragingly at him. Jean nodded her head.

'I had promised you he'd always be welcome,' Jean reassured Sue Storm before she could look at Franklin offering her hand. 'Nice to see you again, I think you might remember me,' Jean explained as she had seen him as a boy in the hospital and had entered his mind.

'I do, the kind lady who tried to take me out of the coma.' Franklin noticed and Jean smiled at him. 'Dr. Grey-Summers,' Franklin tried and Jean nodded her head as she touched the young man's shoulder to guide him, putting him between herself and Storm as the Richards followed.

'Where is Professor Xavier?' Reed Richards asked politely and Jean shared a sad look with Storm.

'He's been unwell,' Storm finally replied, it was less than a week ago that Charles had suffered the second stroke, at the aftermath of Hank's second anniversary from his assassination, at that day, the Richards' firstborn had been shaken up from his coma after years. At the same day, Jean and Hope had suffered a mental attack by their mentor's decaying brain, Franklin sensed. More telepaths around New York had reportedly suffered pain and discomfort. The X-Men refused to believe it was because of the stroke.

Jean closed the drawer and moved further, she had guessed he had been enrolled at the school. She tried another drawer, after checking and realizing Franklin was still struggling with the fight. The Wrecker was working.

Jean only hoped she'd be quick at finding answers as the drawers seemed endless. She opened another on at random.

The team was returning from another mission in the secondary X-jet. Only that team was led by Colossus. Jean looked in wonder as Franklin, Kitty and Colossus, all in uniform of black and yellow, sober expressions, moved down the ramp of the jet. Franklin was all build up with muscle and fitted in the uniform naturally. They were followed by a man in red full suit and head cover, two swords on his back forming an X. A girl with different eyes, afro hair and a shirt with an X on, followed. Two more girls exited the jet, hand in hand, one Asian with pink hair, the other with a grim expression, short hair and black lipstick, both in black and yellow uniforms. Jean's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw Hope moving out of the jet last, dressed in the uniform of the team, her hair red instead of ginger, flowing down her back, she was smiling at something the man in red had said. Her daughter was beautiful, around sixteen, following her parents' steps into the team, she seemed almost the same and yet so different from the little girl she currently was.

The entire team sobered up the moment the double doors opened and Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine and Jean herself showed up. The trio at the front seemed in some kind of trouble but the rest also remained silent.

'If you're trying to die, you're doing a fantastic job,' Cyclops started and Franklin raised his head and looked at the leader of the X-Men.

'It was my fault, sir,' Franklin took the responsibility.

'Yep, absolutely his fault, actually.' The man in the red suit said but Cyclops kept his attention on Franklin as the rest remained silent.

'Shut it, Wade,' The girl with the short hair and black lipstick commanded the man in the uniform.

'You need to become responsible if you ever hope to take the team's reigns from Colossus…You always forget you're part of a team.' Cyclops accused Franklin and Logan moved slightly forward.

'Give the bub a break, Cyclops, they're back in one piece.' Logan tried but Storm this time shook her head.

'They need to work as a team, X-Force is supposed to be the continuation of the X-Men. Coming back in one piece is not enough. It was a simple track down mission and they lost the person of interest.' Storm added as Cyclops this time nodded. Logan shrugged at his partner's words and checked on the team before him, making sure everyone was indeed in one piece at least. Hope smiled at her uncle who nodded with a knowing smile as he looked back at Franklin.

'Do you want to lead of the team or not?' Cyclops asked and Franklin straightened up his spine and looked at the older man before him.

'Yes, sir, absolutely,' Franklin replied to a very similar fashion to what Jean had seen before at the corridor.

'Then, next time she gets in trouble because of her own thick head, you don't let the entire team for her pretty eyes, am I understood, Hyperstorm?' Cyclops asked again and Franklin nodded, blushed and ashamed.

'Dismissed, debriefing tomorrow morning.' Colossus finally commanded, ending Franklin's humiliation. Everyone moved around and got in the corridor leading to the main parts of the base. Franklin remained silent with his head set straight, looking at the retreating backs of both teams, his hands in tight fists, he really had messed up.

'Thank you,' Hope was the only one left behind; she stood before him and looked up at his eyes, her gaze clear and innocent. He looked down at her and sighed, she was beautiful, more beautiful than in his dreams, and she was young, sweet, powerful and reckless. 'Thank you for saving me.' She added, if it wasn't for her own stubbornness she wouldn't have been cornered, and if it wasn't for his soft spot for her, they wouldn't have destroyed the mission. But he was to be the leader; he had to take full responsibility. The lecture from Cyclops and Phoenix for her wrongdoings concerned her and only. It was true, she was thick-headed, she could take care of herself, she was beyond Omega Five like himself, but his instinct was to abandon everything and save her, leading to catastrophe.

Before either of the two could say another word, Hope stood on her toes, gathered all her strength and pressed her lips to his, uncertain and afraid, getting rewarded when Franklin wrapped his own arms around her and responded to the kiss with passion. Her first kiss, their first kiss.

'What are you doing here?' Franklin's words from her side startled Jean as she snapped her head at his direction the moment he was pushing her out of his mind with force.

She found herself back in the control room, her nose bleeding heavily, her hand shot up to it, trying to contain the blood. Before her, the Danger Room's holograms were flickering as Franklin screamed in fury under the on-going attack and he released a powerful wave of energy that destroyed the holograms around him and would have stricken the team as well, if it wasn't for Jean reaching out in time and protecting everyone in telekinetic cocoons.

Stimulation Compromised

She dismissed the session and broke the cocoons the moment Franklin levitated himself back on the floor, he turned his furious gaze up at the camouflaged tiles, where the control room was and Jean felt as if he could look straight at her even with the tempered glass between them.

'Playing the Wrecker on me is not the smartest of ideas.' Franklin sent to Jean furiously as he marched out of the room and Jean sat back at the chair and held her head, the force witch which he had slammed her out of his mind caused her mind piercing pain. She could only send to Scott her warning; he followed the young man, taking him upstairs. Jean wasn't sure if Franklin decided to go now against Charles, if she'd be able to stop him; her eyes were watering from the pain.

'I'll escort him upstairs.' Scott reassured her as the team followed the two men out of the Room and Jean took a moment to proceed what she had seen.

At least Franklin had personal interest in keeping them all safe. His motive was clear. He was in love with Hope; close enough to the team and an ally that he was to become a captain to that secondary team. The X-Force, the X-Men had considered a new team in the past, as the original members aged and their number was big, they had talked about splitting it in two different ones, the second with Colossus and Kitty as leaders, problem was there were no enough new members.

Obviously by 2028, that team had been created, and then disbanded by the Westchester Incident.

ooook this chpter sprouted in my mind at the last moment and I loved making it as I wanted to include Jean/Charles and the X-Force. I also wanted to add some element only the couples would have in common and Wrecker was my idea and enjoyed making it.
For your information, in my mind's eye, Franklin is Alex Pettyfer, 11 year old Hope is Sadie Sink and older Hope is Zoey Deutch. I hope you liked deadpool, yukio, domino and warpath there as I wanted to add them to include Deadpool in the storyline too, even as a small candy from the future. I hope you like it, feedback is love.