Omake for My Story Was Already Told
Sinister's Secret Service
Nathaniel Essex glanced up from his desk.
"To what do I owe this rare visit?" He greeted the dark-skinned mutant with a curious grin.
"I hear you provide a certain service." Joanna Cargill said, her eyes burning, intense and determined.
"Oh?" Nathaniel drawled, his left eyebrow arching coyly. "And what sort of service did your birds say I provide?"
Joanna planted her hands on his desk and leaned towards him, not once breaking eye contact. "One that scratches a woman's particular itch while upholding the Law of Krakoa."
Make More Mutants.
The law was as clear as it was poetic, but its immediate aftermath was a showcase of what happens when poetry married the rules that governed a nation. Rampant hedonism aside, there was definitely more than one way to make more mutants.
"Woman, or man, or both, or even neither, my dear. I hold no judgment." Nathaniel said, nodding his head in amusement.
"Good." Joanna's shoulders relaxed as she straightened.
"Do you have anything particular in mind?"
"Yes. I want your finest. And you can get his memories from me." She tapped her temple, before adding, "I do have just one specification."
"Yes?"
"I want his eyelids cut off. Both pairs of them."
"Consider it done, my dear. Consider it done." It was a minor modification, really. "Your Basilisk shall be with you when you wake up tomorrow."
"Wonderful. Oh, and if he breaks…?"
"Send him here and I'll prepare a new one for you." He answered, easily. "All I ask for are reports."
"Great. Thank you." Joanna nodded once before making her exit. Just as she crossed the threshold, she threw a grateful smile over her shoulder. "You're really doing a good service, you realize."
"Why, thank you." It was delightful to know genius was still appreciated even in this tree-hugging isolationist community. "I have been turning over a new leaf. Channeling my energies for the good of our species, and all that drivel our good ruler espouses."
Nathaniel Essex happily sighed to himself as he sank into his seat. He thought about how far his research had come since joining the Quiet Council. Indeed, with no pesky holier-than-thou X-Men raiding his laboratory every other weekend, the amount of progress he had made was astronomical!
A sudden knock on his door drew the egomaniac from his musings.
"Come in." He called. And then his eyes widened with glee at the surprise. "Oh!"
"Nathaniel." His fellow council member greeted with a curt nod.
"Mrs. Summers." He greeted the woman back with nothing but sheer delight. He was positively giddy in his seat at having such an esteemed guest! "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Jean stared straight into him. "I have heard you provide a certain… service."
Nathaniel licked his lips in excitement. But, no—he couldn't jump the gun, just yet. "Yes," He confirmed, instead, but his tone lacked its typical aloofness. "But I'd have thought your carnal desires were already sated."
"And they are." Jean nodded, before cupping her cheek thoughtfully. "However, sometimes I want… more."
"More?" Nathaniel repeated, his smirk steadily growing. Oh my!
"Yes." To her credit, Jean didn't blush. Only, her eyes seemed to mist as she continued, "There are times when a woman has certain… fantasies, shall we say, about her husband."
She sent him a brief thought and Nathaniel could only tremble in his seat.
Oh my, oh my!
And would some of those positions be considered incestuous if it was yourself?
"Mrs. Summers, I understand fully." Nathaniel nodded in delight, his curious scientific mind salivating at all the possibilities. "Say no more, my dear. Say no more. How many do you want to warm your bedsheets?"
Jean Grey-Summers smiled.
It bared all her teeth.
"Oh, how many can you make?"
A/N: A small thought that came to mind when Fibinaci pointed out "But of course sinister has a load of scott clones for her…" in their review of the aforementioned one-shot. Really, with all the clones Nathaniel Essex has at his disposal, he might wanna open up a rental shop.
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Omake for Crisis of Infinite Cyclops Daughters
The Maiden
"It's not that I don't like Yana." Ruby staunchly defended.
"So, you're scared of her?" Nathan asked.
"Not—not entirely. Fine, some of the things she has in mind creeps me out, but it's not just that." And then added in a softer tone, "And it's nothing I'm unwilling to try."
Nathan dutifully took a long sip. He pretended not to hear it. "Ah. You're scared of opening up."
"Yeah. That's it. I mean—I'm almost a century old. I just don't get wet that easily. And I've spent most of those years in ruby form that I'm scared to think how desiccated my clam must be." Her brother grimaced and Ruby rolled her eyes. "Oh, grow up, Nathan. You've already had sex." She pointed out before shrugging. Taking another sip from her cocktail, she admitted, "I'm just worried Yana might take it the wrong way if we get there and my body won't- or worse, can't- respond."
Pushing all thoughts of his sort-of- sister's disgustingly vivid imagery aside, Nathan narrowed "So you do care for her."
"I suppose I do."
"What does Ana think?"
"The brat? Couldn't care any less." Hardly anything phased the diminutive blonde. "She's too complacent for her own good."
One day, that immovable mutant would encounter an unstoppable force, and Ruby only hoped Ana was preparing. For all her skill and natural talent, all it took was one crushing failure to break a person.
Nathan brushed a lock of gray hair from his eyes before taking another swig from his beer. "Is that all? Did you get everything out?"
Ruby shook her head. "No. Just one more."
Inwardly, Nathan sighed. As much as he cared for his sort-of-siblings, he was really only with Ruby for the free booze. Say what you will about her demeanor, Ruby's taste was just as refined as her mother's but, unlike Emma, Ruby had no qualms being upfront with her bribes.
"Alright. You asked for my opinion, and I can't give it unless you give me more information."
Ruby rolled her eyes behind her dark shades. Typical Summers blood. A long sigh left her lips before, finally, she admitted in a soft tone, "I'm also worried that Yana would get bored with me."
Nathan tilted his head. "What?"
"If I just gave in and let her inside," Nathan grimaced again and wondered if her euphemism was intentional just for his discomfort; knowing Ruby, it likely was. "Yana might get bored with me after a few plunges."
Nathan groaned again. He raised his bottle and used its cold to nurse his throbbing head.
Ruby's thoughts on her relationship was entirely unexpected given she was the daughter of Scott and Emma. What was Ruby, a virgin? Yeah, ri-
Nathan's thoughts suddenly died at the startling thought.
Now that he thought about it, Ruby being a virgin made a lot of sense. From what Ruby admitted to him, she had been on the run with Scott for a very long time—and she had even spent 80 years in her Ruby form!
Could—could it be?
Was Ruby a century-year old virgin?
An ice cube suddenly bounced painfully against his nose, drawing a startled yelp from the distracted old mutant. "Hey!" Nathan glared at the offender. "What was that for?"
Ruby flicked another cube at him, this time smacking him in the eye. "I don't need telepathy to know you just thought of something rude about me." She harrumphed.
"It's not rude if it's the truth." Nathan argued, rubbing the growing welt on his nose.
"That's a stupid argument and you know it." Ruby fired back. "But what's this truth you came up with?"
Nathan shrugged his shoulders before asking, "You're a virgin, right?"
"Nathan!" Ruby hollered—and despite being in her Ruby form, managed to flush even redder. "That's not something you ask a lady—let alone your own sister! And certainly not that tactlessly!"
Ruby stormed away without another word.
Nathan, left by himself, glanced at Ruby's half-finished cocktail.
He reached forward and downed it in one go before deciding to chase after his older(?) sister to apologize.
Really, he was getting far too old for this.
A/N: This was supposed to be a longer piece where Cable and Ruby discuss her quasi-relationship with Illyana, and her complex feelings about Rachel. The initial half of this segment was sitting in my hard-drive for almost a year already, so I decided to just post this as is.
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Omake for The Girl Who Stole the Stars
The New X-Men
"So," Headmaster Scott Summers, mug of coffee in hand, addressed the newest batch of students enrolled in the school. "You asked when you'll be drafted. You're wrong. This is a school. You are only in squads so that you have brothers and sisters immediately responsible for you; so that you'll master your gifts together; and so that it's easier for us teachers to keep track of each of you for assignments." Scott paused, before adding with a shrug, "And those assignments include babysitting."
Most of the gathered stared at him oddly before shrugging and dismissing the comment as just their headmaster being eccentric.
And, besides—what kind of hero didn't have a quirk?
"Boring!" Julian Keller shouted from the middle, drawing a chorus of cheers and jeers from his peers. "Everyone knows this school is just a front to train X-Men!"
"Everyone is silly, then. We've had several batches graduate, and our alums have moved on to successful careers." Scott sighed, and slowly gave each and every member of the crowd a pitying look. "And, to be frank, none of you are ready to be X-Men."
"Oh yeah?" Julian crossed his arms and grinned up at him cockily. "Why don't you try me?"
"If you insist." Scott said, before addressing the gathered. "Show of hands who wants to be tested if they're X-Men material."
Scott was happy to note only a little over a half of the prospective students raised their hands.
"Alright. Those that raised their hands, please step forward." Scott smiled as the students followed. "Consider this initiation, then. Your mission, that you lot volunteered for, is to find my daughter and force her to eat her broccoli before this day ends."
The volunteers collectively groaned.
"What? That's it?" Julian remained nonplussed. "Babysit your daughter for a day? That's easy!"
Scott grinned knowingly.
It was just about time, too.
"NOOOOOO!"
And, as if like clockwork, the school grounds shook like a magnitude 8 earthquake for what felt like an eternity, drawing fearful cries from the students. Several bodies had even hit the floor from students that either tripped on their feet or dove for cover. Gasps suddenly echoed in the crowd as their attention was drawn upwards, while one silver-skinned red-head pointing up at the sky.
"Look!" Cessily Kincaid drew attention to where a stocky figure in a brown jacket flew through the air. "Isn't that Professor Logan?"
"Mr. Logan?"
"Wolverine!"
"Indeed." Scott calmly said, taking a long sip from his mug of coffee.
He didn't react as the group collectively winced, watching as the man who was the best there was sailed over them before crashing deep inside the nearby forest.
"What just happened?" Sofia Mantega trembled.
"That would be your Professor Logan attempting to feed my daughter carrots. He lost a bet and it became his turn to feed her." Scott thought about the taste of his coffee, and made a mental note to ask Jean where she got the beans. It was absolutely delicious. "You see, my sweet Kara is in a bit of a rebellious stage. She simply refuses all vegetables. Absolutely normal for children her age, I assure you. Now, once again-"
Scott addressed the group with a wide smile.
"Welcome to the Xavier Institute. I hope you all survive the experience."
Nearby, X-Men Field Leader Jean Grey and Deputy Headmistress Emma Frost glanced at each other.
"Your boyfriend is having too much fun." Emma pointed out.
Jean shrugged. "You can't deny his selection process is effective."
Emma didn't. The school has had more graduates than dead children and, for that, Emma was grateful.
Even if it meant siccing their resident super girl at the poor children.
A/N: Just some crack. I had this idea of Scott telling each new generation of X-Men "I hope you survive the experience" while shoving little Kara into their arms.
In this 'verse, Scott isn't as active in the field as in canon, mostly because he opts to raise Kara instead. This also means Scott has turned the X-Mansion into an impregnable fortress—moreso to contain Kara's tantrums than to ward-off the villain-of-the-week from destroying the school. Juggernaut definitely learned that the hard way.
