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| Happy Ever After : Jean and Scott's Wedding; Wedding Party Only | |
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| Cyclops | Feb 14 2008, 07:33 AM Post #16 |
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Time of day: Dusk Place in the time-line February 14th, Valentine's Day Read Me before posting here The sun had begun to set behind the mansion, but the garden was heated by Wanda Maximoff's friendly 'air spirits," the flowers she and Avery had decorated the space with filling the air with perfume and beauty, the colors crisp and clean in the glowing eyes of the man who stood at the front of the gathering, looking out at the display, the neat rows of chairs filled with friends and family. He had replaced his normal red glasses with the gift from Mina and Kate so that he could see his bride in all her complete and untinted glory. His bride... how had that happened? He was sixteen, his seventeenth birthday still a ways off. It had been just him and Warren for several months, learning how to socialize as more than mutants, both boys with their hackles raised for sometime. Scott with jealousy and resentment towards this perfect and pampered interloper who'd intruded on his space here, Warren with sullen abandonment issues and irritation at this boring, uptight stick in the mud he'd been saddled with. They'd grown to be friends in the time they'd been ordered together, the first developments of trust and a friendship that would be a lifelong one, when a new element had been introduced, a new student, one the Professor had been working with privately for sometime... a girl who was coming to live here at the school. Scott and Warren, naturally curious about the girl, not only as classmates, but as teen boys, had watched from the window as she arrived, Warren describing her beautiful red hair in soft tones for his color-hampered companion. Scott hadn't needed the description to recognize her beauty but it had been the first time he wished he had his color sight back. Scott Summers stood in front of his friends and family today, nearly fifteen years later. It had been such a long road, and they'd been through so much. They'd had other loves, suffered loss, faced dangers, triumphed over evils, fought to protect each other, shared and kept secrets, quarreled, made up, longed for something more... and in those long years, Jean had never given up on him, never let him fall into his own despairs, but never forced him to change, to become someone other than Scott Christopher Summers, with all his failings and all his shortcomings. She'd simply loved him, always, just as he had loved her, always. His life as he knew it had ended in fire above the Oregon coast, and his life as he wanted it had been reborn in an alien temple in a primeval land. Everything in between had lead to this moment. Warren stood behind him, Alex behind the Angel, the two men in this world that he cared most for, loved though he was not likely to say that word to them for fear of their good natured ribbing. He had gone through hell for them both at various times, and they for him, one his brother by blood, the other by choice. He couldn't imagine having this day without them, wouldn't have wanted to. The only hint of melancholy was the absence of the Professor, the man to whom Scott owed his life and his soul to. Without Xavier, Scott knew he would have been lost, without direction, without sight, without hope. Xavier had seen something worth saving within him, and Scott had devoted his life to proving that he had not been mistaken in his assessment. This was perhaps his greatest triumph, he felt the Professor would have thought. Not the winning of Jean's heart, because he knew now that he had always had it, but this ultimate pledge of hope, for a life beyond the X-Men, a life lead as man and wife, not as mutants, not as warriors. Faith had never been something that Scott could cling to, but with this act this strange yet uncommonly normal act, he gave himself over to hope. He was sure the Professor, wherever he was, was proud. A tugging at his pant leg stopped his sentimental musings and he frowned, looking down to see what appeared to be a rose, standing on little stem legs, preening itself in the reflection of his cane. His shock was only momentary as he looked over at where the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff sat, off to one side near the small side area where her brother and the elven girl Avery were softly playing music as the people waited the arrival of the bride, his beautiful Jean... Wanda smiled at his glance and Scott shook his head, in fond amusement, even this unexpected glitch not rattling him. His hands, white knuckled, on the knob of his cane were the only signs of his nervousness. "I got it, Scott," Alex whispered, scooping up the little flower and stroking its petals with a black gloved finger. "Naughty thing, this isn't your day," he scolded in a soft tone, and he quickly set the wicked little rose in the flowered archway over the dais, where it snuggled into its less animated brethren and leaned its heavy head on its leafy arms like a small child watching television. "What was that thing?" Scott whispered back, turning his glowing eyes up at the arch, his clear glasses not hiding the glance as the growing crowd tittered at the little disturbance. "Wanda's gift to you both," Alex chuckled. Scott shook his head again and smiled to himself, "Never a dull day around this place." The candles were lit now, as the shadows fell over the staging area, and their glow seemed more somehow, maybe the gift from one of their pyrokinetics or other energy manipulators, maybe just because he could see the glow better without the ruby quartz, but whatever it was, everything and everyone took on a soft wavering glow. It was a fairy tale setting, everyone dressed up, the garden an oasis of spring in their wintery grounds. It was everything Scott could not imagine in his rigid and uptight frame of reference and he knew that Jean would feel as special as he had always known she was. Scott's Tuxedo |
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| Cyclops | Feb 14 2008, 08:13 AM Post #17 |
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Here's the Thread |
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| Wolverine | Feb 14 2008, 01:50 PM Post #18 |
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Wow, that is positively awesome Heather! :rockon: You go girl... hopefulyl Australia gets copies, cos seriously, sooo gotta check em out. :hugluv: Mana |
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| Valyn | Feb 14 2008, 07:08 PM Post #19 |
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Sooo amazing... I wanna read x3 *hugs* we're all so proud of you! |
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| Cyclops | Feb 14 2008, 11:45 PM Post #20 |
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It went well, it looks like I will be getting $100 a page, making the page total $8,800 over the course of the 4 issues, plus 10% on sales over a set number |
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| Cyclops | Feb 15 2008, 12:12 AM Post #21 |
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but now I am going to be big time which means you all better keep me happy around here -^ -^ -^ Naw, I'll just be happy if you all post :( |
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| Cyclops | Feb 15 2008, 01:07 AM Post #22 |
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| Hank McCoy | Feb 15 2008, 04:00 AM Post #23 |
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Hank couldn't have been happier for his dear friend and comrade if he had tried. Standing to one side of the arch, eyes closing briefly, the massive man inhaled the scent of roses as a soft breeze played through the warmed area and ruffled his fur. It truly was a fairy tale, and glancing at Scott, Hank knew that he felt the same way. It was hard to believe that this occassion was actually here. Actually, sometimes it was hard to believe that any of this was happening, from the fact that the engaged couple already had a daughter, to the fact that Professor Xavier would not be here. This last thought was tinged with acute sadness, but Hank willed it from his mind, not wanting to seem sad on such a happy day. This truly was the beginning of a new life for everyone involved, and not just Jean and Scott. Hank was honored that they had chosen him to officiate the wedding. He had no religious authority, mind, but evidently it hadn't mattered. Standing there with the sun setting, Hank couldn't have been more happy. A soft, flowery tune started, signalling that Rosie and Meghan should make their appearance. After a few moments, in which giggles filled the air and the congregation twisted around in their seats, the two little girls were on their way down the aisle. Meghan, being slightly older, had the sense to drop her flower petals evenly. Rosie, on the other hand, didn't, and by the time they reached the front, her basket still had quite a few petals. Shrugging a bit, Rosie upturned the basket of petals right where the new couple would stand, and then hugged her father's legs briefly before retreating to her place. Grinning, Hank moved to set a massive hand on Scott's shoulder, squeezing gently. This was an occassion that they had all been waiting some time for. |
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| Ari Boyd | Feb 15 2008, 06:58 AM Post #24 |
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It was finally here; Jean and Scott's wedding was finally happening. Ari couldn't have been more excited as she walked down the aisle, smiling around at the crowd, her eyes landing on Pietro and Avery as they played beautiful music together. Pietro was making use of the gift she had made in Wanda's name, and truly it sounded more beautiful than she could've hoped. Avery was beside him, playing as skillfully as ever and looking gorgeous to boot; Ari gave herself a mental pat on the back. That dress was pretty killer. Considering it was a day in February, in New York, it should have been far too cold to wear the dress she and Mina had decided on. But attending a mutant school had a lot of benefits; a circle of warmth and more gorgeous flowers than you could possibly count being a few of them. With the sun setting behind the school, everything basked in a warm light, Ari couldn't help but feel swept up by how romantic this all was. Jean and Scott, though having taken years to finally get it together, were getting married. All their hard work to make this wedding memorable and perfect had paid off; everything was finally coming together. Arriving at the altar, after having walked oh-so-carefully down the aisle in her heels, Ari beamed at Scott, slightly surprised at seeing his red glowing eyes. She was extremely happy for him, knowing from Warren that he had loved Jean since he was a teenager. Their stoic leader deserved Jean, and she deserved Scott. Ari didn't think anyone in the crowd thought otherwise. Her gaze traveled over to Warren, her dark eyes taking on a different look than the one she'd graced Scott with. Quirking her eyebrow, she almost silently asked him what he thought of her dress. It'd been an ongoing joke for a while now about the style and she hoped he wasn't disappointed. Pink vest or not, he looked hot as ever in his tuxedo. Of course, all the boys looked handsome. Maybe Ari was more sentimental than she'd thought, but being up there with a bouquet of sweet-smelling flowers in her hands, she wondered briefly if she'd ever be lucky enough to get married. Tearing her gaze away from the winged mutant, she brushed her red-tinted bangs aside. She'd done her own hair and makeup, of course, and her dark hair was down in soft curls. And the little flower she'd found upstairs? Well, he was nestled behind her ear, grasping her hair to keep it from her face and completely asleep. Ari couldn't wait until Jean would begin to head down the aisle. Having helped her get ready, she knew just how beautiful the flame-haired woman looked today. If Scott thought she was beautiful on a daily basis, he was in for quite a surprise. Full Bridesmaid Dress Close Up Dress Back Ari's Shoes Flower Girl's Dress |
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| Warren Worthington | Feb 16 2008, 02:18 PM Post #25 |
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Warren watched the little creature with an amused smirk as it nestled into the other flowers. "Kind of cute really" he commented as Alex confirmed it was the work of the Scarlet Witch, and Warren looked towards the young woman in question, catching her smile towards Scott. He smiled faintly too, deciding that a mutant wedding was going to be infinitely more interesting than the usual. He looked around the small bubble of spring created by Wanda, taking in again the soft candle light, the music played by Avery and Pietro and the abundance of flowers; those charged with the decorating had really out done themselves. It was pretty much perfect, and no more than his two best friends deserved. The only way it could be more right for them, was if the Professor was there to take Jean down the aisle. Like pretty much everyone else in the ceremony, he was sure, Warren spared a few moments for the absence of the man who had brought them altogether and couldn't be here to appreciate the pay off. Moving past those thoughts, he glanced over at Scott, still finding the glasses thing pretty unnerving but he knew it was pretty special for Scott to be actually able to see Jean in full colour rather than just shades of red. The music changed and Warren looked up, watching Rosie and Meghan starting down the aisle, both girl's giggling as they sort-of spread flower petals from their baskets. His attention moved to the back again as the bridesmaids entered, his eyes locking on Ari immediately. She looked completely stunning, totally beautiful and he smiled as his gaze ran over the dress, recalling the good natured teasing that had continued between them and it did not disappoint. Warren caught the challenging quirk of her eyebrow and he gave a slight nod, admiration obvious in his gaze as his lips quirked into a warm smile, just for her. Looking to the back one more time, Warren checked once again that he had the rings. Even after urging Scott to relax and not worry about anything, Warren had still found himself checking that he still had them with him. Assuring himself that all was okay on the ring front, Warren waited along with everyone else for the bride to put in an appearance. |
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| Avery | Feb 17 2008, 12:21 AM Post #26 |
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Finally it was the hour at hand. No matter how organized a wedding was, it was always hectic and stressful until it came down to the final moments before. There always seemed to be so many last minute things to do and Avery was thankful that it was all over. Hell, she was hardly part of the wedding and she had felt like she had been run off her feet. But everything had come together smoothly in the end. And though she made no comment, she was quite pleased with her part in the wedding. Just before coming into the gardens she had allowed herself to unwind under the warmth of her uv lamp, pushing away the ‘stage fright’ before it began. Prim and proper she was seated next to Pietro. Her long hunter hair pinned half up with a heavy jeweled barrette, every lock bounced with luscious curls...a difficult task considering its length. Nothing else adorned the elven but the lovely champagne dress that Ari had picked out for her. Admiring it moment before she had left, Avery was endlessly thankful that her best friend had found one that accented her exoticness so perfectly. She was glad for enough time to 'refresh' herself before the wedding so that her hue retained its healthy glow despite the winter season. With her violin carefully placed her in lap, she looked over to Pietro with a nervous smile before in taking a soft, but shuttering breath. She knew he would cast her a reassuring smile as soon as their eyes met. He radiated with a confidence that surpassed her own that she was currently trying to feign. Perhaps later between private words she would gather the courage to tell him how wonderfully handsome he was, especially, today. Raising the instrument to nestle lightly between her shoulder and chin, she straightened her posture and calmed her features before the first flowery note was played. Her eyes fell upon the men who were gathered at the alter. Scott, man of the hour, whom she respected and for some unknown reason strived to impress and make proud. She’d never knew what his eyes looked like before today. It was odd but, strangely to her, they were nice and warm. Then Warren, beau of her closest friend, Ari. A man in less than four months could be said to have saved her life twice and was trying his best to befriend her as well. Last was Alex, brother of Scott though could be no more opposite. She knew little of him but from the mouth of Pietro, who was his best friend apparently..for all the bickering and tormenting they caused each other. One day she would also get the courage to befriend him as well. Dashing good looks certainly were in no shortage today. Even Hank looked very admirable as he stood before them all. Then, slight commotion drew her eyes down to Scott’s shoes. Whist still playing she didn’t miss a beat even though her eyes flashed with slight worry. She was pretty sure they had taken care of this problem. Briefly her hand shimmered, her magic spilling down over her bow and drifting to her lap. Though upon a fleeting glance to Wanda whom seemed unmoved, and then back to the men, she allowed herself to withdraw her ‘beckoning’ as Alex picked up the dainty rose. And even with their soft music seeming loud in her ears she could still hear the brother’s musings. At this a smile graced her figures as she tried not to chuckle. Vibrant violet eyes peered sidelong to Pietro as she rolled her them comically, continuing to play yet could not say anything. The approach of Meghan and Rosie signified the start of the ceremony. How she wished she could have been snapping some pictures at the moment. The pair were just too adorable. Strolling more gracefully down the isle was Ari, who was looking absolutely stunning in her dress. Again she would have to admit that the girls had wonderful taste. Who’ve thought that pink and black would go together so nicely. As her dark eyes fell upon her, she favored Ari was a smile and a saucy wink. The pair didn’t need to speak to compliment each other. Contusing to smile, she went back to looking down the end of the isle. Mina would probably be next to come and then the blushing bride, Jean. Avery could not imagine the sheer joy the couple must be feeling at the moment. This was an even that had been too long put off. Though that didn’t matter now. The two loved each other with a passion that she was unsure she would ever know, but hoped she would.. Today would be a moment engraved in their memories until the day they died. For all the drama, strife and tragedies they faced nothing would ever take away today...the love, the friendship..the merriment that would be held on these grounds. Avery's Dress Playing flowery tunes probably close to these... |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 17 2008, 03:05 AM Post #27 |
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He moved his hands over the strange glass instrument that had been designed by his sister and built by Ari, and the sound that came from it blended well with the flowery tune played by Avery. It was a composition of improvisation, that would change to the traditional wedding march when Jean made her appearance. He had mastered the unique instrument with his usual rapidity, and he now used that same quickness to harmonize with Avery. He looked at his duet partner, a vision in a champagne gown, and he was never more aware of her loveliness. A small commotion at the dais drew his attention to Alexander removing one of Wanda's rose creatures from the groom's pant leg and Pietro glanced his sister's way. She was proud of her little gift, it was clear, and her chaotic nature seemed to welcome the little disturbance. He flicked his eyes to Scott and saw amusement on the man's features, which settled his own nerves. It was good, perhaps, that Summers was thinking solely on his bride. It made his mood light and not so stern. Wanda looked to Pietro and he gave a mock frown that ended in a wink, to make her smile. Today was a rare moment for the school and all around them. There was peace and the gathering of well wishers and warm feelings for the two who were to be joined in life and love, two people who deserved this, for their sacrifices, for their miseries, for their struggles, they deserved this happiness, this reward. How honored he, who had begun an enemy, and then became a charity, was now allowed to participate in this, accepted by these generous people, and he wished them nothing but a fairy tale ending. |
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| Mina | Feb 17 2008, 09:10 AM Post #28 |
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Mina felt like she’d been running around non-stop since she’d woken up that morning, and despite the body aches and throbbing head that had plagued her for the first half of the day, she felt strangely relaxed. Preparing for a wedding was stressful, but not in the same manner as her job as Headmistress. In regards to the wedding, her biggest concerns were along the lines of, ’Where in the bloody hell is the photographer?’, whereas when she was running the school she was always worried about someone getting blown up or turned into a puddle of goo. The wedding was stressful, but it was a welcome stress. The music started up and Mina urged Meghan and Rosie on down the aisle, watching with a happy smile as her daughter and the little girl she’d grown to think of as her niece stroll regally down the aisle, acting like little princesses as they sprinkled flower petals down the aisle. She grinned broadly at Jean when Rosie found herself with too many petals at the end of the aisle and upended them all in one spot, chuckling quietly to herself as Ari began her walk towards the altar. Straightening up, Mina smoothed her dress and gave Jean’s hand an encouraging, congratulatory squeeze before beginning her own walk. As she walked down the aisle and looked over the assembled guests, she had to admit that this day had been a long time in coming, but now it was finally here. The Professor’s absence was definitely noted, she was sure by more than just herself. She thought back to her own wedding and how Jean had been her maid-of-honor and Scott had been Jonathan’s best man, and grinned a little to herself at the thought that the couple had finally gotten the point. It was about time, too. Lifting the skirt of her dress just high enough so she wouldn’t trip on it, Mina stepped up into her place next to Ari. Immediately Meghan attached herself to her leg, curling her fingers into the flowing fabric of her mother’s dress. Mina smiled down at her, reaching down to gently smooth her carefully curled hair. Meghan had insisted on having her hair done the same way as her mom’s, and standing there together, there was absolutely no denying the striking resemblance between the two of them, all blond hair and blue eyes and bright smiles. The little girl reached up and took her mother’s hand and Mina looked back up, directing her gaze towards the back of the garden where Jean was set to be entering through. The decorations were absolutely amazing – Wanda, Ari, and the others had really outdone themselves – and a warm breeze floated around them. It was the perfect Valentine’s Day wedding, at least to her, and she hoped it was going to be perfect to Jean and Scott, too. They deserved it. |
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| Jean | Feb 17 2008, 10:08 AM Post #29 |
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Everything was as she had dreamt it. A warm spring breeze brought the light perfume of roses and the haunting melody Avery and Pietro were playing. The breeze caught the few stray ringlets of her hair not coiled up on her head and tickled her bare neck. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took a steadying breath, her fingers tightening on the handle of her bouquet; its long draping flowers disguising her trembling fingers. She couldn’t see Scott from where she stood waiting… the last part of a fifteen year journey, one with too many missed opportunities and wrong choices, was nearly at an end… at least this phase. One by one, Jean watched Rosie, Meg, and Val walk up the aisle, followed by Ari and Mina, after one last encouraging clasp of her hand, and soon, she was walking alone. She felt as though she had tunnel vision, her gaze drifting over her friends and family seated along the aisle as Jean made her way up the carpet of grass. With each footstep, her tension and nerves melted away. She looked at the empty space at her side and thought of the men who’d been in her life and left for various reasons: her father - leaving of his own choice, Charles… he should’ve been here. Jean’s hands smoothed down her dress, the dress from the Xavier family, and imagined Charles was with her, rolling at her side; a thought that made her happy and yet, broke her heart at the same time. She looked up and her eyes focused on the only man who never abandoned her and was always there for her. Whatever remaining nerves Jean felt gripping her stomach vanished when she saw Scott, tall and handsome in his satiny black tuxedo. Her smile turned quizzical when she saw Scott’s different glasses and his red glowing eyes that shone from behind the lenses. Earlier, Scott snuck a peek into her mind and she’d closed the connection between them; now, she reopened it. Her thoughts reached for Scott, touching his mind as she took her place at his side. In an instant she knew about the new glasses and why he was wearing them. :: You look wonderful :: She thought to him as she reached for his hand. wedding dress front Wedding dress close up Earrings from Mina |
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| Cyclops | Feb 17 2008, 10:56 AM Post #30 |
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The first strains of the wedding march began and the gathered crowd stood up. Scott took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like his stomach was made of stone. There was no regret, no fear, no worry, but he realized what he was doing was changing his life in a way that he never would have believed he was going to get to. This was not the dream he had pursued all his life, the dream that Charles Xavier had given him. This was one of his own, one he had wanted almost as long. She stepped into view, and through Kate and Mina's gift of color, Scott saw her, in all her glory. Jean Grey was beautiful in the morning with her hair in a sloppy ponytail and her pajamas. She was beautiful in her art smock with smudges of charcoal on her fingers. She was beautiful in her Phoenix uniform, with her power burning in a corona around her. She was beautiful wearing nothing at all but a sheen of sweat and a shine of afterglow. But in her white wedding dress, her red hair piled high on her head, her skin like cream, he had never seen her so lovely. She caught his eye and there was a slight hint of surprise, Jean questioning him without words. He felt their rapport open and he said simply, ::I had to see you, all of you.:: She made her slow way down the aisle, coming to her spot at his side, the place she had always been even when neither of them were ready to admit it, and she took his hand. He could feel the soft tremble in her fingers and he was suddenly no longer afraid. He would be strong, because she needed him to be. He would be here because she was here. He would be hers because she would be his. :: You look wonderful :: she told him, her mental voice a caress against his heart. :: Jean... :: he thought, :: You're the most beautiful woman in the world. :: It was a cliche maybe, what every groom said to his bride, but this was not just any man and she was not just any woman. "Thank you," he murmured, not just to her, but to Charles Xavier, to his parents... He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, his glowing eyes never leaving her green ones. :: I love you with everything I am,:: he thought and then, together, they turned to Hank, his authority given to him by the fact that they were who they were. He stood beside his bride, and for once, he was more man than mutant. And, for once, he was happy to be Scott. |
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