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And now, we begin the next stage of this story... or we will, in a couple of chapters.

Fair warning, there's no Harry or Tom in this chapter, this one is purely about Laura and the X-Men. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 13: The Professor's Institute

It took the father and daughter a month to make the trip to Massachusetts. It had been an awkward journey, with both trying to get to know the other despite possessing little in the way of social skills and a very short temper. On several occasions the trip devolved into a shouting match, followed by a period of tense silence. But they kept going, because they were family, and neither had had a family before. Well, Logan had, but he couldn't remember anything about the Howlett family nor their groundskeeper Logan other than their names, so it didn't count.

Needless to say, the pair were glad to finally pull up alongside the Xavier Institute, signalling a much needed stop after a long and arduous journey.

"This is it," Logan grunted. "Now get out."

"Fine," Laura grumbled. "Don't rush me."

"The professor's waiting for us," Logan growled. "We will not keep him waiting."

"He's waited a month," Laura argued as she got out, stretching her limbs. "He can wait a little longer."

"Look, little girl," Logan huffed. "The professor's helped me out a lot over the years. I respect him, and let me tell you, my respect is hard to get. So you're going to behave, okay?"

"I'm not a little girl," she growled. "I'm sixteen. And I was going to behave."

"You were born ten years ago," Logan growled back. "I don't care what your physical age is."

"Come on," she growled, slamming the door behind her.

As she approached the gate, an immaculately dressed, bald man came rolling out, sitting in a silver wheelchair. "Ah, Logan. I presume this is the mutant you were telling me about?"

"Yes, Chuck," Logan nodded. "This is my daughter, Laura."

"Your daughter?" Xavier hummed, looking over the girl. "Yes, I can see that." He held out a hand to Laura, who hesitantly took it. "It is nice to meet you, Laura Logan, and hope I can help you recover from your ordeal at the hand of the Department, and to help you grow as a mutant."

"Kinney," she growled.

"Excuse me?" Xavier asked, confused.

"My name is Laura Kinney, not Logan," she spat. "I have nothing against… dad, but I knew my mother longer."

"Laura!" Logan protested. "Apologise to the professor!"

"It's alright, Logan," Xavier said, eyeing his upcoming student critically. "I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Kinney."

Laura nodded. "Thank you."

Xavier nodded. "If it is alright with you, I would like to ask your father to leave now, so that I can give you the tour. He does have a class to teach, after all."

Laura blinked. "He teaches?"

"History," Logan grinned. "Helps that I lived through a lot of it, what little I can remember anyway."

"Huh," Laura shrugged. "Yeah, okay. On with the tour, I guess."

Xavier chuckled. "On with the tour."

To Laura, the institute was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, but it had one caveat - it was filled with children.

"No need to be nervous, many have suffered like you, they will not judge you," Xavier chided. "And yes, I did hear your thoughts. I will not intrude on your inner thoughts, but I cannot help but notice surface thoughts."

Laura shrugged. "I doubt they've gone through what I have."

"You'd be surprised," Xavier smiled. "But no, few have. I'll have to introduce you to those who have."

The tour continued inside, where Xavier began to break down the institute.

"This is, first and foremost, a school," he explained. "We have about seventy or so permanent students, with about forty of those boarding with us, spread out across the years. Many older students stay to study independently, or even to remove themselves from the outside world."

Laura hesitated. "How many would I study alongside?"

Xavier thought for a moment. "Your class is slightly larger than average, with nine other students your age. I'd also like to introduce you to five other students, who each have had interactions with the Department, just in different forms."

Laura nodded. "Okay. Anything else I need to know?"

"There's also the teachers," Xavier said. "I am the headmaster of the school, and teach a mandatory philosophy and ethics class, as well as mathematics. As I have said, your father teaches History, also mandatory, though he also co-teaches Physical Education and Combat Training with a man named Mr Summers, who also teaches English Literature. The other teachers are all former students of mine, most of which form the group known as the X-Men. Dr Grey teaches Physics and Mr Rasputin teaches Chemistry, while Herr Wagner teaches Languages and Religious education. Miss Munroe teaches Geography, while Dr. McCoy teaches Biology as well as the optional Computing class. The arts were previously taught by Miss Munroe, but have just been taken over by Miss Rogue, who graduated last year."

Laura blinked. "I don't think I'll remember all that."

Xavier chuckled. "Don't worry, there won't be a test." He continued rolling, pulling up to a door. "Here we are. This will be your dorm while you are staying here."

Laura blinked. "A dorm. All for me?"

"Well, you will have to share with another student," Xavier smiled kindly. "But I think you will get on quite well with her." He pushed open the door, rolling inside. "Miss Pryde? Your new roommate is here."

Laura walked in, awestruck and dazed at the surroundings. The outside had been nice, but austere and large. This… this was cosy, and personal. Homely."

She staggered back as she felt a body wrap her into a hug, before they straightened up.

"Hi!" the girl said cheerfully. "I'm Kitty, nice ta meetcha!"

Laura blinked. The girl looked only slightly younger than her - well, based on her physical age at least - yet seemed as excitable as a child. Sincere cheer seemed to be frothing within her, a bubbly energy that practically permeated her entire form. "Err… nice to meet you?"

"Well, Laura," Xavier interrupted. "I will leave you in Miss Pryde's most capable hands. She will help you get settled." He turned to the other girl. "Kitty, Laura will be in your class. If you can ensure she attends her lessons?"

"Of course, professor," Kitty smiled, turning back to her new roommate as the professor left. "So, Laura, huh? You seem familiar. Have we met?"

Laura shook her head. "No. You've probably met my dad though."

"Yeah?" Kitty asked. "Who is he?"

"He calls himself Logan," Laura said cautiously, sitting down on the cream bedspread that would be her own.

"No way," Kitty blinked. "Wolverine's your father!"

"Sort of," Laura said. "It's complicated."

"That's wicked!" Kitty grinned. "So, what are your powers? Ooh, are they the same as Logan's?"

"Almost," Laura said, relaxing slightly. Only slightly. Kitty meant no harm, she was just excitable - which was something she didn't know how to deal with. "I only have two claws in my hands, the third is in my feet."

"So cool," she whispered. "Is your skeleton metal too?"

"Only my claws," Laura replied, extending said claws to demonstrate.

Kitty blinked, looking at her foot claws. "Explains why you don't wear shoes."

Laura flushed. "I don't know when I'll need to fight."

"Never!" Kitty cried. "You're safe here. Though if you did want to join the X-Men…"

"The X-Men?" Laura asked. "The professor mentioned them."

"Oh, they're so cool," Kitty gushed. "They're the professor's prize pupils, rushing around the world to defend the innocent!"

"Huh," Laura blinked. People fighting to help people?

"Oh!" Kitty perked up. "I never told you my powers!"

"You don't need to," Laura said, shuffling on the spot. "If you don't want to, I don't mind…"

"Oh, shush you," Kitty grinned. "I can phase!"

"Phase?" Laura asked. "That can mean a lot of things."

"I can turn intangible," she grinned, demonstrating by waving an arm through her roommate's body. "See!"

"Huh," Laura grunted. "Harry could do that."

"Ooh, Harry?" Kitty grinned. "So there's a boy! Gimme the deets!"

"Excuse me?" Laura blinked, taken aback by the sudden burst of excitement.

"Excuse me for not having a love life," Kitty scoffed. "I have to get my thrills through other people. Now, spill."

"It's not like that at all," Laura shrugged. "He was… at the same place I was. He's a fighter… a killer. The people there… did something to him. More than they did to me."

"Oh," Kitty said, deflating. "Sorry. I didn't realise you were… one of those mutants."

Laura narrowed her eyes. "Those mutants?"

"Oh, not like that," Kitty defended. "Just the ones with particularly… difficult pasts. I mean, it's not easy for any mutant, but people like me? My biggest problem was my parents' divorce."

Laura sighed. "Must be nice."

"I won't pry," Kitty promised. "But if you ever want to talk, I'm free. And while I won't disclose some of my friends' pasts, I do recommend you speak to them."

"The professor said he'd organise a group," Laura said. "People who have had… interactions with the same group as I did."

"It's a group?" Kitty winced. "I'm really sorry, Laura."

"It's fine," she murmured. "I never knew anything else."

"Oh," Kitty deflated, before perking back up again. "Enough depressing stuff! What do you like to do?"

"I don't really know," Laura shrugged. "I mean, I liked reading, but I didn't get to do that much."

"To the library!" she giggled, and ran out of the room - or through the room, rather, what with her phasing - pulling the shocked girl behind her.

X

The next morning, Laura followed the sleep deprived girl into a classroom, listening to her drony explanation - an explanation that somehow remained perky despite a lack of energy.

"So… this izzzz… the profezzzzz…ors classroom," she droned. "Alwayzzz… first thing on Mondayzzzz… the mandatory ethics clazzzz…." She jerked up for a moment, attempting to feign energy, before slouching slightly. "He likes uzzzz… to get here early. For bonding…"

They entered the room, and Kitty promptly plopped herself down at a desk. "This is Laura. Wake me up when the professor gets here."

"So, Kitty took an all-nighter again," a pale, brown haired man grinned. "Figures, she always gets excited when a new student shows up." He held out his hand. "Name's Bobby."

A blond haired student snorted off to the right, flicking a lighter on and off. "Yeah, but most people call the twerp Iceman. If you want to meet a real man, I'm Pyro."

Laura quirked an eyebrow. The boy reminded her of Ajax, and that wasn't a comparison she liked. "I didn't think men ran around with stupid nicknames."

A blue suited, white haired boy rushed over - and it was a rush, his speed displacing the air - giving Pyro a noogie. "Ah, he got ya there, Johnny."

"Don't call me that," he spat.

A girl in a red leotard stepped forward, shaking her hand. "I'm Wanda Maximoff, and that goofball over there is my idiot of a brother, Piotr."

The boy flashed her a smile that could only be described as charming. "Ah, but ya love me really."

A pink haired woman leant forward next, her voice an aristocratic British, holding a passing resemblance to Windsor's. "My name is Betsy. Betsy Braddock. Lovely to meet you."

A blonde woman waved from a distance, her serene expression framed with headgear, prongs of black on either side of her head. "Illyana Rasputin," she introduced herself. "My brother is Piotr, of the X-Men."

"Nice to meet you all," Laura nodded, before turning to the other two in the room. They stood out, both being restrained and both having some form of physical alteration. "And you are?"

The woman leant forward, hands steepled. The redhead would have been a traditional beauty, if not for the markings marring her face. She was still pretty, but in an unconventional way. "So you are Laura, hmm? My name is Rachel Summers."

Laura shuffled awkwardly under her gaze. "Err…nice tattoos?"

"They're brands," she said flatly.

"Oh."

The last boy leant forward, jaw rigid. He was the most unique looking, with tendrils of silver stretching up his left arm, and a scar covering his eye, leaking golden energy. "I am Cable."

"That's about all you'll get from this one, I'm afraid," Piotr apologised. "Not that the older model is much chattier."

"Older model?" Laura queried.

"I come from a broken future," Cable rumbled. "A genetic experiment raised as a weapon by a sadistic scientist by the name of Sinister. Is it any wonder that I would attempt to change that future?"

Laura shook her head. "I get it. I was raised as a weapon as well."

"Indeed she was," came the grumbling voice of Logan, passing by the door. "And she is capable of killing any of you - yes, even you two Summers kids - so don't piss her off. Cos if she doesn't finish you off, I will."

"Yeesh, protective much," Pyro muttered.

"Shut it, John," Logan growled. "I was sent to let you know that Chuck is on his way. So, for goodness sake, someone wake Kitty up." He grunted as his instructions were followed, before walking off, presumably to teach a lesson of his own.

"Dang, Logan's scary," Betsy whistled.

"Ah, he's a real softy when you get to know him," Kitty grinned, seemingly refreshed by her short nap."

"He said the two Summers kids," Laura said slowly. "Who's the other?"

"Cable," Bobby grinned. "Nathaniel Summers, or that's what his parents want him to be called."

"They are not my parents," Cable grumbled. "My original donors no-longer even exist, for the time stream has shifted."

"Rachel doesn't have this problem," Wanda said.

"Rachel was actually raised by their future selves, before the program acquired her. I never was," Cable huffed.

"What about your older self?" Piotr asked. "The Cable that goes by Nate Grey?"

"He is not me," Cable growled. "He was the one who failed to change the timeline, necessitating my own journey to this time."

"Children, do not push Mr Summers," came the familiar voice of Charles Xavier as he rolled into the door. "It is his struggle - nothing will come of interfering."

After receiving a chorus of acceptance, Xavier rolled to the front of the room, ready to begin the lesson. "Today, we will be continuing our lesson on Telepath Ethics. Who can remember the acceptable level a telepath may casually scan… yes, Miss Rasputin?"

X

"Now, Laura, I will be just outside," Xavier reassured her. "I promise you, this will be very helpful for you. Everyone in there has had a similar experience to you in some form or another."

Laura nodded, before pushing the door open, and sitting down in a chair. She looked around, analysing the people present. Some were familiar, but others were not.

Of the people that she knew, there was her father, the mercenary that Tom had called Deadpool, a long haired mutant she had heard her father call Gambit, and finally the Summers children. Beside Cable was another man who could only be his older counterpart, with the scar around his eye having grown and the silver having expanded over much of his upper body.

There were four she didn't know. The first was a teenager, a couple of years older than her, who was practically the stereotypical picture of handsome, complete with a fluffy pair of white wings sprouting from his back, extended through holes in the back of his shirt. There were also three girls of about twelve, clearly triplets, with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair.

"So," Logan began. "Chuck has asked us to meet cos we've all had a run in with the Department of some form or another, and what with Laura joining us…"

"It would be good to share," Gambit concluded. "Show Laura that she's not alone."

"Not just Laura," Logan corrected. "This has been overdue for all of us."

"The Department?" Laura asked, unfamiliar with the name.

"Department K," Logan growled. "A Canadian weapons program responsible for the Weapon Plus program - the program that, well, created you."

"Ah," Laura winced.

"So," Logan grumbled. "I guess I'll go first. I was recruited by the program in the 50s, while it was run by Stryker, as part of a covert ops group, nicknamed Weapon X. At the time, I thought I was doing good for my country, but it all went to shit in the seventies. They fucked with my memory, but as far as I can tell, they coerced me into a series of experiments, culminating in bonding adamantium to my skeleton. I burst out in the eighties, little more than a mindless beast. Weapon X. The Wolverine."

There was a moment of silence, before Deadpool took his turn, unusually solemn. "I'm not too good at this serious shit, but I'll give it a go. I was in the program twice, once in the early fifties under Stryker, and again in the nineties under Francis fucking Fanny - calls himself Ajax. The first was actually pretty chill - extreme combat training, giving me the moniker of Weapon IX. The program kinda gave up on me, let me go and moved onto Weapon X."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Then the nineties hit, and I got a shit hand. Cancer, in my liver, lungs, prostate and brain." He sighed. "I was desperate, so I went running back. They fucking tortured me, past the point that my mind broke. I'm not even sure if I'm the original Wade Wilson, or I just replaced him. They had a fucking bet going on who would die. The Deadpool," he chuckled humourlessly.

"I admit, the process did save my life, triggering a recessive X-Gene, but essentially gave me super cancer." His voice cracked. "It always hurts, so, so much."

There was silence for a moment, before he perked up. "Anyway, he's dead now, I killed him. Hip hip hooray! Who's next?"

The assembled blinked, before Gambit leant forward. "I'll get mine out of the way, since it's kinda tame in comparison. I was an orphaned thief living on the streets of New Orleans, a scammer going by the name Gambit, and the Department raised me, made me a… killer. They made a mistake getting me to infiltrate the institute - while I did collect DNA samples from several residents, I managed to leave the Department."

"We are the three in one," one of the triplets said.

"Formerly the four in one," another continued in the same tone.

"And before that, the five in one," the third finished.

"We are the Stepford Cuckoos."

"We are the artificial children of the White Queen."

"We are Celeste, Irma and Phoebe."

For the last sentence, they spoke together. "But first we were Weapon XIV."

"We were artificial grown," Celeste said.

"And we share one mind," Irma continued.

"But our emotions, our bodies are our own," Phoebe finished.

"And we are glad the Department is gone for good."

The older Cable snorted. "You wish."

"Brother!" Rachel chided. "Mother asked us to be tactful."

"You are not my sister," the younger Cable hissed. "And they are not my parents."

"The sooner that you change your mind, the more at peace you will be," the older Cable grunted. He turned back to the others in the room. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Nate Grey, an older iteration of this chap, Nathan Summers. Both of us prefer to go by Cable, but I accept my given name."

"Our pasts are basically the same, with only a small alteration caused by extensive time travel," the younger Cable explained. "So I'll let Nate explain."

"We were not technically created by the Department," Nate said. "Instead, we were made by a scientist by the name of Sinister, who had managed to turn himself into a mutant, a feat he had failed to do on any other living being."

Logan grunted. "Apocalypse fundamentally changed the makeup of his body."

Nate shrugged. "Whatever the case, Sinister had been around for centuries, and had the resources to match. So, fearing his former master Apocalypse, he took the genetic material of Scott Summers and Jean Grey and created what he believed would be the most powerful mutant in history, intended to defeat the aforementioned master, who reigns supreme in my birth time."

He gestured to his eye. "Behold, the mutant with too much power for his body. The most powerful telepath, the most powerful telekinetic. Even my ability to travel through time is a result of my telekinetic powers fighting with the very fabric of reality. Theoretically, I can even summon my father's eye blasts, from this eye at least."

He gestured to his arm. "As a child, I was infected with the Techno-Organic Virus. No other being would be capable of restraining it, even the small amount I do, but my telekinesis is that powerful. This will be what kills me, I have no doubt. Until then, I will exploit the abilities it gives me."

"I rebelled eventually, and travelled back to this time to change the past," he continued.

"He didn't succeed, so Rachel over there ended up interfering, so in my timeline, I went back a lot earlier," the younger Cable interjected.

"I was created a child of war," Nate finished. "I am perhaps one of the most extreme victims of you all, with the possible exceptions of Rachel and, I suspect, Laura."

The winged boy frowned. "While I feel sorry for you, I do not see how that is connected to the Department."

The younger Cable glowered. "As I said, Sinister has been around for a long time. He's had ties to the program since the beginning. You'd know him as Windsor."

"Windsor?" Laura snarled.

The younger Cable chuckled. "I thought you would have met him."

Laura shook her head. "I never did, but my… friend did." She paled. "He has a lot of powers. Powers I know from other people."

The older Cable grimaced. "So he succeeded, huh?"

"A single subject," Gambit said. "I found the files - the kid's mutation let him integrate new powers."

"Kid, huh?" the boy asked. "Well, I'm Warren. I had my run in a few years ago. Got kidnapped in an airport, by a teenager." He shook his head. "My guards had no chance, what with the kid's teleportation and all. It didn't even look like he felt pain."

"He didn't," Laura interrupted.

"Well, after that I was held in the facility for a couple of weeks," Warren continued. "Took a lot of samples, delivered me to some anti-mutant scientists." He shrugged. "Honestly, I got off lucky."

There were several nods in agreement.

Rachel sighed. "Guess it's my turn, huh? Well, my tale's similar to Nate's. Alternate future, child of the Summers - natural, this time. Kidnapped at five, raised by the Department. Sent back in time to exterminate the mutant race. Broke free when I found my parents." She snorted. "Not that they're together yet. So dense."

She received a few chuckles at that. Scott Summers and Jean Grey were well known to be in love with each other, not that either had told the other.

Logan nudged her. "Laura."

She nodded. "My tale… is not just my own. I was the first of the two, a genetic clone of the old man beside me, trained to be a killer. I was lucky I had a mother, to guide me, to teach me morals. I only ever interacted with her and Ajax." She extended her claws. "When I was physically grown - at eight, since my growth was accelerated - my claws were grafted with adamantium."

Laura sighed. "Since I was created, I was raised to kill, raised as a mindless beast. They couldn't control me, so they created a trigger scent - Trig-X. When I smell it, I cannot control myself. I must destroy what it is on, must make it bleed." She shook her head. "It's sickening. That's my tale. The beast in the shape of a girl."

"You said there was another?" Warren prompted. "The kid who kidnapped me?"

"Yeah," Laura sighed. "Honestly, I have no idea where he came from. He doesn't, not really. Tom does, but he won't say."

"Tom?"

"I'll get to it. Whatever the case, he was raised as a Weapon. Weapon M. The most powerful weapon they'd ever created," she said. "When I met him, he was a husk. A robot in human form. No, a weapon. He even had the same powers as me, among many others. He was sent in as a test - he had willingly injected himself with Trig-X, and was told to survive."

Celeste shook her head. "Even at our most loyal, we would never have done that."

Laura sighed. "I got a lucky strike in, just before the scent was purged from his blood." She chuckled dryly. "The only significant hit I've ever given him that he didn't allow. I stabbed him, right in the eye socket, and damaged his brain. Lost his eye, and now his mind is split - literally."

"Harry and Tom," Rachel concluded.

Laura nodded. "Yeah. I like Harry better, but Tom does have his moments. But neither can be completely called sane."

Nate shook his head. "I'm starting to doubt my declaration of suffering."

"Where is he then?" Irma asked.

"If he was at the same facility as you?" Phoebe finished.

"Daken has him," Deadpool said bitterly, reminded of his failure. "And we ain't gonna find him anytime soon."

Laura curled her legs inwards. "I miss him."

Logan hesitantly threw an arm round his daughter. "We'll find him. Eventually. I'll make sure of it."

Laura nodded. She knew she would. She just had to keep searching.

A/N: I thank you all again for your continued support. I never would have believed that I'd be getting over 1K views every time I posted a new chapter!

Next chapter will be quite similar to this one, but focussing on Harry/Tom instead, and getting to know Daken a little. Hope you all stick around!

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New Characters:

Charles Xavier - An alpha level telepath and headmaster of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, founder of the X-Men. On-again, off-again friend of Erik Lensherr aka Magneto. Also, the creator of Cerebro, which boosts his abilities to omega class.

Scott Summers - Also known as Cyclops, a founding X-Man who constantly blasts beams of scarlet force from his eyes, controlled only by special ruby quartz visors/sunglasses.

Jean Grey - An omega class telepath/telekinetic and frequent host of the Phoenix force.

Ororo Monroe - Also known as Storm, an African thief worshipped as a goddess for her powers over the weather. She was rescued by Xavier, and joined the X-Men.

Henry 'Hank' McCoy - also known as Beast, a genius scientist with an ape-like physique. A disastrous attempt to rid himself of his mutation left him covered in indigo fur, as well as enhancing his ape-like traits.

Rogue - real name Anna Marie, the adopted daughter of Raven Darkholm aka Mystique. She possesses the ability to drain energy from other living beings, temporarily taking on their powers and memories. Sometimes, the powers linger after an extended connection. After becoming disillusioned with Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants, she joined the X-Men.

Bobby Drake - also known as Iceman, an omega level mutant with control over ice and related substances. While he was a founding X-Men, I have decided to use a much younger version of the character.

Pyro - real name St. John Allerdyce, Pyro has complete control over flames, but cannot create them. He is regularly depicted as a villian, often a member of the Brotherhood, though I am using him more as an impatient, angry kid, while still on the right side.

Wanda Maximoff - known as the Scarlet Witch, she is the daughter of Magneto and twin of Pietro. Her powers are twofold: on the one hand, she has immensely powerful Chaos Magic, and on the other, has an omega level mutation that allows her to manipulate probability. The two powers overlap more often than not.

Pietro Maximoff - the twin of Wanda and the son of Magneto, he is the faster mortal alive. He perceives everything in slow motion, and is thus easily board.

Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock - the twin sister of Brian Braddock aka Captain Britain, she is a (British!) telepath, omega class, with advanced telepathic and psionic abilities. In her early days, she accidentally mind swapped with a Japanese assassin, and started going by the name Psylocke, before returning to her own body and inheriting her brother's mantel. While I will be having her in her original form, I will be sticking with the name Psylocke.

Illyana Rasputin - also known as Magik, the younger sister of Colossus. As a child she was abducted from the mortal plane, and became the Queen of Limbo, one of the many demonic realms, where her physical growth was slowed and mental advanced, before she returned to the mortal plane, joining the X-Men, while upholding her role as the Queen of Limbo. Her mutation allows her to teleport through time and space, and her time in Limbo led to her becoming a proficient sorcerer.

Rachel Summers - The daughter of Scott and Jean from a parallel universe, Rachel was raised as 'the Hound', a weapon controlled by the sadistic scientist 'Ahab' (replaced with the Department in this fic), before she was rescued by the X-Men on one of her visits to the present day of a parallel universe. She is one of the most powerful telepathic/telekinetic mutants, but has little control, and is also proficient at time travel.

Cable - known by many names, including Nate Grey, Nathaniel Summers and Nathan Summers-Grey. If Sinister is my favourite X-Men villian, Cable is my favourite all told. The son of Scott and Jean from a dystopian future, he is an incredibly powerful telepath, with one eye capable of firing yellow force beams (constantly withheld by pure telekinetic power). As a child, he was infected by the T-O Virus, converting a third of his body to machinery, before he restrained the machinery with the sheer force of his will and telekinetic power, leading to a constant handicap on abilities, though he developed several technologically based abilities. He is a time traveller, and several versions have found their way into the mainstream timeline, including 'classic' Cable and 'kid' Cable (fun fact - when Kid Cable first appeared, he killed his older variant). And that's just scratching the surface. See? How cool is he?

The Stepford Cuckoos - Also known as the Three-In-One, Celeste, Irma and Phoebe are telepathically linked clones of Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Originally, there were five (known as the Five-In-One - duh!), but Esme and Sophie were killed in action. Fun fact - their names make the acronym SPICE.

Yeah, lots of new characters this time, even if a few aren't seen. Hope you look forward to seeing more of them. And for those that know the characters already - how was my characterisation? I must admit I am more familiar with some than others, though I have a passing knowledge of every character I use.

Until next time, this is JaguarAJG, signing off.