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Pass It to the Children in our Bloodstream; (All New X-Men and Some Old X-Men)
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 08:54 AM (1,733 Views)
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March 12th, 6pm

[Scott and Scottie]


The War Room was the largest meeting room in the entire school, since the only one larger was technically the cafetorium and not a meeting room at all. Scott was at the front of the room, waiting for his team, waiting for the students and their young time traveling counterparts to arrive. He'd called the meeting for six pm on the dot, and if he wasn't mistaken...

"You wanted to see us?" asked a voice at the door, as familiar to Scott as... well, his own.

Scott looked up to see himself standing at the door, seventeen years old, gangly limbed, hesitant, but standing tall. Someone, probably Sarah Vale had found him and the others something to wear besides their black and yellow training uniforms. Scott had always hated them, feeling like he was a circus clown. Plus the limited color pallet he was able to see always rendered the yellow a sickly salmony pink. His young counterpart was wearing a pair of jeans and an Xavier's school t-shirt that hung on his narrow frame. Without thinking about it, the adult version of Chris Summers's eldest boy crossed his arms over his own chest, no longer concave, and scrawny.

"Have a seat, Scott," Scott said, "Preferably at that end of the table, if you don't mind."

The boy looked at him, seriously, and then smiled, just the smallest of smiles, "I don't mind at all, sir. I didn't like that twisting feeling either. " He took a seat and looked around the room, "What is this room?"

"This is the War Room," Scott said.

Scottie looked up at him, incredulity on his thin young face, "Really? A War Room. It's been that serious?"

"At times," Scott answered. "I'm not going to tell you how serious, but yes, it gets really bad at times..."

"Is that why you limp?"

Scott was surprised at the question. It had been so long since he thought about his injured knee that he'd forgotten there was any limp, at all. "Noticeable, is it? I thought I'd healed pretty well."

Scottie smirked, "Well, it is to me. I know my walk, and to see that changed...Sorry, this is all just really weird. I shouldn't ask how it happened, but I guess, considering what kind of life we're about to live, I'm just surprised that I still have all my limbs."

With a chuckle, Scott said, "It surprises me, too, but we've built up a very good team, here, Scott, and you're surrounded by people who have your back just as much as you have theirs. Trust me, you don't know it yet, and even now, it's hard to believe it sometimes, but things do get better. You do better. You are better. Do you understand?"

The boy nodded, "I get it, sir, and the Professor is going to wipe our memories when we get back, so I won't remember any of this. I look at what I grow up to be and you look sad, and tired, but everyone I've talked to so far talks about you in like these shiny ways that I don't believe could ever be about me, and I think what you are is... is something I could never believe I could be. So, when I get back, I'm going to go right back to being weird, and awkward and... wait until I can be what you are."

Listening to the teenagers convoluted thinking, Scott shook his head and said, "God, it's eerie, right?"

"Very," Scottie said. "So, um, what are we here in the War Room for? You know how to find our friend?"

"Not yet," Scott said, "But I'm going to assign a team to work with you and the others. You need supervision and you need help," he put up his hand to stop a petulant teenager's protestations, "You do. I'd like to not wink out of existence because I was killed before I was out of puberty."

"I'm seventeen, not twelve," Scottie muttered, under his breath.

"Everyone else should be here soon," Scott said, "I just wanted a moment alone with you."

Scottie nodded, "Thank you, sir. Thank you for helping us."

Scott rapped on the table with a fist and said, "Well, what are future selves for, right?"
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One of the benefits of being Kitty Pryde was well it was being Kitty Pryde because she's awesome. But another major advantage was her ability to be running incredibly late and still manage to show up early or right on time. Scott Summers... Well Adult Scott Summers called an important meeting with a special emphasis on the Legacy Squad being there. Kitty thought it was a odd request considering what had happened earlier today when a group of time traveling older First Class members attacked the school Kitty had not been in on the fight but heard through the grapevine all the details. She had to admit she was saddened by the fact no Jonny C time traveler came with them.

But with Rachel Summers still trying to figure things out and get herself together that left Kitty still in charge of the Legacy Squad so making it to this meeting and looking professional was of paramount importance. But she had not expected such a sudden meeting and was up very late the night before and slept through most of the day including the attack which had woken her up with all of the excitement. Once the excitement died down again and the time travelers were subdued she took back to the comfort of her bed.

That was when the alarm on her phone started buzzing and without thinking she clicked it to snooze... more than once and by time she remembered she had to be responsible the meeting was just about to start. “Oh Gosh!” Kitty said as she fell out of her bed and rushed to get on some more appropriate attire for this important meeting and ran a brush quickly through her hair. She still looked a little disheveled but presentable enough to make her way to the War Room in the Sub-Basement with only moments to spare. Now this is where the benefits of being Kitty Pryde kick in.

A Kitty was ready to leave she simply phased through the floor beneath her and started dropping through the lower levels en route to the Sub-Basement. Stopping briefly on the main floor when she saw a couple of Rahne's younger students running down the halls and carrying on. “Oh Golly! Hey no Running in the Halls!” She shouted catching their attention before continuing the decent into the Sub-Basement and making her way into the War Room. No one was there yet besides Scott and well... Scott. She recognized the younger Scott from pictures the Professor had shown her years ago.

He sure was an awkward looking kid which almost gave her hope that Doug would one day turn out similar to Scott until she remembered Doug was already an adult he had just turned 25 a few weeks ago. “Oh wow!” Kitty muttered as she Walked in and rose her hand to catch their attention before saying. “Okay I have one really major question. Like if you two stood in front of each other and one of you rose your hand and twirled it around would the other one know to do it too like looking in a mirror... you see that all the time on TV.” A bad joke and she knew it so she quickly took a seat while staring back at the younger version of Cyclops studying him. “Hi.” She added with a small wave to make her staring slightly less awkward.
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Twelve hours ago, Rahne had made initial contact with the time-displaced X-Men, and had an... Interesting experience with it. She had never realized how ill-equipped she was to deal with teenagers until that moment. Give her small children any day of the week, surly teenagers with stubborn streaks several miles wide? Give that one to someone else, because she felt very out of her depth.

However, these were still Scott, Jean, and Hank. She still wanted to help them. She had still promised to help them, and Rahne kept her promises, come hell or high water. And that meant attending this meeting. As she did for all official X-Men meetings, she wore her uniform, and took the seat that she usually did.

She glanced over at each Scott in turn, finding it all a very odd experience. They looked the same, yet so very different all at the same time. The elder Scott, the Scott they all knew, was filled out, muscular and confident in hus posture. The younger Scott seemed almost minuscule in comparison, his lanky teen frame taking up so little space. And yet, facial quirks were the same. Perhaps the obstruction of their eyes accented that a bit more, but there it was.

"Hullo, Kitty, Scotts," Rahne said, awaiting the meeting to begin. She had some ideas, and in her free time over the day had done some work, searching online to see if anyone had caught a glimpse of the younger Warren Worthinton. He was, after all, a fairly prominent public figure in his own right. A member of one of New York's more affluent and notable wealthy families. If he had been seen, it was possible someone had recognized him.

She didn't have any luck with that, though, the next idea, though, she opted to wait on despite very much wanting to just do it, make the call and get it done. But this situation was sensitive, and it would be smarter to check in with the others before doing it.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Siryn
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Just when you thought life was on the straight and narrow, it was almost as if the universe felt the deepest need to prove just how goddamn weird things could be at the Xavier Institute. It was like a bizarre form of karma, out to get them and anyone else with a mutant gene who wanted a normal existence. This situation was even weirder than most. Siryn had pretty much gone from surly child to X-woman on the school’s time and under the tutelage of people she was now seeing in the flesh as teenagers younger than she was now. So. Weird.

Having finished a very large coffee, Theresa made her way down to the War Room with her tablet under one arm. Keeping things organised helped keep her mind on track, as well as being generally beneficial. “Hey,” she greeted as she slipped into the room, her boots making little sound on the floor as she trod softly across it.

“So, I figured I’d keep track of everything,” nodding to the adult Scott, she took a seat and was about to carry on when she paused, brushing a long red lock of hair out of her face and looking at the younger Scott. “So uh, my name’s Theresa and I kinda keep things in the school office running smoothly and try and keep people organised,” Siryn explained with a crooked grin. It was weird, this, figuring out what to say. What not to say? Still, it was likely better to stumble over words than to totally ignore these kids. Jeeze. Kids. Mostly she was just glad there was no teenaged Warren, because his adult self had put up with a hell of a lot. Terry wasn’t entirely convinced she could deal with a teen one.

“Is there anything else you need me to do right now, Scott?” So far, she figured they were keeping this in house, which was probably for the best because if SHIELD found out about this...
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Sometime around midnight last night, Sarah had been the lucky person to intercept a call from the Salem P.D. about a bunch of students wandering around after curfew. She’d picked up the wayward students, only to end up with young Jean muddling with her mind in order to get her to drive them to the school. One extremely confusing half-fight on the porch later, and not nearly enough sleep, and she’d gone back down to talk to the young version of Scott, giving him a tour around the school, while trying to assure him they weren’t keeping a younger version of Warren locked up in a closet somewhere. Once that was through, she’d managed to recruit students who were of similar build to donate clothes to the three time displaced teens, lucky for them.

Then she’d gone about her day, as normal as could be, as if there weren’t three teenaged version of her teachers sitting in the basement. Mostly normal work, or as normal as it got for a technopath. Sarah always had multiple projects going on at a time, so she’d worked on a few different things. A broken game console for a student, a digital camera on the fritz, and a Danger Room program. She’d taken a nap around noon, and read a book for a few hours before the meeting, and spent a bit of time doing research – mostly on Warren’s past, weird as it was. They way Sarah figured it, he was pretty prominent, even as a teenager. A notable disappearance would have been noticed by the media. But she couldn’t find anything.

Leaving her quarters with plenty of time to get to the basement for the meeting, Sarah contemplated the issue at hand. It was…definitely strange. She’d spent almost an hour earlier sitting in Jess’s room, on her sister’s bed, hashing out ideas and some extremely outlandish theories. Jess had heard about the commotion, and there were very few things Sarah didn’t share with her twin. Sure, her sister wasn’t always the optimistic one, or the easiest to work with, but she still shared. She’d mentioned the meeting, too, telling her to come sit in on it – maybe work on that teamwork that she tended to lack during training; a side effect of being a precog who knew the outcome of things.

The black pants and shirt of her uniform were comfortable enough, phone hooked on her belt, and she hadn’t bothered to do more than tug her hair into a loose knot, tendrils escaping to frame her face. Reaching the room, she stepped in quietly, taking a seat without interrupting, although she nodded at the older version of Scott, flashing a smile at both. Everybody else was filing in, and those already inside were commenting, or introducing – reintroducing – themselves. Fortunately, Sarah was saved from that extremely awkward part of the conversation, since she’d already met all three time travelers earlier. It had been just as weird then, but at least there hadn’t been an audience of her teammates sitting around.

She didn’t bother speaking yet; adult Scott knew she was already involved. From first contact to having arranged breakfast and changes of clothes for them at a more normal time this morning. She’d even double checked a scan of the mansion, making sure there really wasn’t some mini-Warren hiding within the walls somewhere. But she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. So for now she just sat quietly, fingers tapping lightly against the table, dark eyes looking around at everyone.
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Young Jean had walked around the school in a daze. So big. So much bustle. So many people and her mental shields weren’t that good. Nearly everyone she passed, she heard the private monologue running in their minds, nearly all of it gibberish to her – about current news stories she didn’t know, popular music she’d never heard, movies and television shows she’d never seen. But she looked around the school and saw things that she liked, maybe she (Jean) had put them there… suggested this or that. She looked at the pictures on the walls, spotting herself in a lot of them, not all but many, and with Scott right there by her side. There was so much of them their metaphorical fingerprints all over the school, and the echoes of too many voices, young Jean fled outside.

The garden was in bloom, a side benefit of mutants who could control weather, temperature, plants, and any number of other things, and Jean headed toward the hedgemaze to clear her head and be alone. She walked this way and that, and turning a corner she found herself in a secluded area, a polished stone monument at the center, a pillar with a looping infinity symbol. Curious, she went closer and her eyes fell on the plaque on the pillar and personal inscription on the loops.


We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!


Dear Scott, we will be together again, love Jean


Later –

Pale and subdued, sixteen year old Jean Grey stood on the threshold of the War room. Her gaze scanned the room and faces, and they were strangers, mostly, and though not actively hostile there seemed to be a chill in the air. Her eyes as they stopped on the older Scott looked lost, confused, and slightly frightened; much like the day she first came to the school, a strange and confusing place.

She thought she was going to say something, ask about the monument, but no words came out; without a mission to be brave for, or the confines of a cell to rail against, she was just a sixteen year old girl with little experience at being a hero, and in over her head.

Moving to join her Scott, the friend she knew, young Jean made as wide a path from the other women as she could; even so, her mental shields weren’t that strong and whispers of their thoughts crept through.

The older Jean had keep away from her young counterpart’s mind, if being in physical proximity could affect them, she had no desire to test what touching her mind would do. But through Scott’s mind, she felt when her young self had arrived and joined the gathering soon after.

“Hello, everyone. Is everyone still wrapping their minds around the new weirdness thrown our way?”
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It had been a while since Emma Frost had stepped foot in the sub-Basement, It had been even longer since she was an active member of the X-Men field team. She had spent most of her time at the mansion since her return focusing on helping others with their problems quietly. She had helped with Professor Xavier, Franklin Richards, Dallas Gibson among others with various problems over the last few months. But when she had heard about the existence of the time traveling teenaged versions of Cyclops, Phoenix and Beast it was something that had to be seen to be believed.

That was when Emma had made the decision to finally make the trek down to the lower levels of the mansion and sit in on the meeting that Scott Summers had called. Emma had planned to stay low key in her first visit down to the X-Men's War Room in well over 3 years. She dressed conservatively for this meeting as to not draw any unwanted attention to herself but feared just her mere presence might not sit well with some of the other X-Men at the table. Walking down to the war room and standing just outside of the door she noted a few voices most were not present yet she gathered but she entered anyway.

Upon her arrival she surveyed the room quickly, of the faces she knew there was Kitty Pryde, Rahne Sinclair, Theresa Cassidy, Sarah Vale and of course Scott Summers himself. Among the faces she didn't know a gangly boy who gave away his identity as the younger version of Cyclops by his glasses and a Red head who could not be mistaken for the teenaged Jean Grey. “Hello.” Emma said to no one in particular but more as a blanket statement for all those already gathered before focusing her gaze on the elder Summers. “Scott.” she added almost as if asking if it was alright for her to stand in.

Emma was not however as presumptuous to take one of the open seats around the war room table instead she took a few steps away from the door and posted herself up against the wall of the War Room. She briefly turned her gaze to the younger version of Jean Grey and had a specific interest in her she wondered if perhaps this Jean and her could be friends a Jean who was already poisoned against Emma a Jean where no hard feelings over years of stepping on each others toes existed and if this teenaged Jean and Emma could be friendly and have some common ground could there perhaps be hope in the future between Emma and the elder Jean.
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Tessa couldn't believe this. Her first actual serious endeavor after her promotion and she was going to be late. Remembering Mr. Summers as a teacher told her that this wasn't a great first impression as a squad member to make. None the less the people actually on Legacy Squad with her. She groaned internally rushing through the hallways. Why hadn't she just put her uniform up properly after coming back from the pool the other day? Tessa berated herself internally for the irresponsible action while making her way to the War Room and transforming mid run.

Her skin was forming away in place of clear water structured to resemble her body and all it's dips and curves underneath the skin tight material of her silver unstable molecule uniform. Transforming preemptively was always the smarter option. That way if any surprises happened she could be ready and not have to worry about destabilizing into a formless puddle for a good number of minutes. Completely shifted into her aquatic state of existence she managed to make it to the meeting just barely late. That was enough for her to feel quite disappointed in herself for the moment though.

She quickly made her way towards one of the seats nodding to the room. "Sorry I was held up a bit." The Welsh girl said quietly and settled in an open chair. Her surface tension kept any of her liquid body from rubbing off on the chair.

She saw plenty of familiar faces from around the school. Theresa Cassidy, Rahne, Sarah, Kitty Pryde, and Mr. Summers were all seated, and then standing off to the side was Emma Frost. The only two completely unrecognizable faces were two teenage age kids seated at the table and it wasn't hard to guess who they were considering the briefing they'd been given. It was strange seeing two of her former teachers as a couple of teenagers just starting to grow into themselves.

The situation had been briefed to her, but it was still odd. She hadn't been involved in any part of the initial attack by the past versions of the first class, and had been completely shocked by the news of their arrival. Further more, getting called up as part of the efforts to help the displaced X-men had been equally astounding. She was excited and eager to help.

The feeling of being an ant among giants was sort of overwhelming. Everyone there was more experienced in the field and had at least some sort of reputation built up among the others at the manor. Tessa did her best to keep her head high and keep and eye out observing the room.
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Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, such a wonderful place it was. It was a place of protection, learning, and overall well-being. It served as a home for many mutants who needed safeguard from the misunderstanding world. While there, those with abilities could not only be taught in terms of education, but they could also be taught to learn to develop and control their powers. There was no form of discrimination of any sort, many residing with all forms of sexuality, religion, and skin color. In fact, skin colors ranged from every color of the rainbow and more at this place. This haven had its beauty , to say the least, but it also had many… bizarre aspects to it.

Considering she’d lived at the Institute for a few years now, Clarice could probably fill a book with a list of strange things she’d seen. At this point, many circumstances that any ordinary person found peculiar didn’t even phase the girl; they were likely everyday for her. However, something had happened early in the morning that never had she ever encountered. The institute had received a call from a police officer stating that a group of students had been out past curfew. Sarah Vale, being the good being that she was, picked up the kids. Most of the students were great and obeyed the rules set for them, but there were occasions in which some stayed out too late or snuck off. Things didn’t become abnormal until Network brought these kids back to the school, they being fully dressed in old uniforms.

These ‘students’ weren’t familiar to any as students of Xavier’s, but they were somewhat familiar to all. One wore a red-visor over his eyes, a red headed beauty queen joined him, as well as a seemingly normal looking boy. As conversation commenced, it became clear that the group of gathered X-Men standing on the front porch was looking at (most of) the first class that attended the school. Seeing your leader and your… younger leader together in person… now that was bizarre. How was it even possible?

Young Cyclops informed the group that they were there to rescue Warren. As to why they believed their future selves, including an older Warren, would do that remained a mystery to the teleporter. A bit of a battle went down (if you could call it that), ending sooner than expected. The kids were placed in holding cells until everyone could get a grasp on just what in fact they were dealing with. The X-Men and those involved then met, discussing how they should go abouts handling the matter. If they even thought they were going to get any information and cooperation from their younger selves, they figured it was best to make it clear to them that they weren’t the enemy. With that being said, volunteers were needed. Network volunteered to take on the task, but not wanting to overwhelm the one girl (and desiring to do what she could to help), Blink volunteered to help as well.

One tour down, several cups of coffee, and several hours later, the pink teleporter made her way down to the lowest level of the institute. In the blink of an eye she had disappeared from her room, dressed in an Xavier’s shirt and yoga pants, dark pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, and appeared at the entrance of the War Room door. It immediately slid open, revealing her many companions inside. Among the group were the Scotts, the Jeans, Kitty, Rahne, Theresa, Sarah, Tessa, and Miss Emma Frost. She stepped in, smiling at the group. “Good evening. Hope I’m not late…” Was she late or was everyone else just early?

Choosing to stand instead of sit, Clarice made her way over towards Miss Frost, backing against the wall a few feet away from the telepath.
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The door to his office was firmly closed, not set slightly ajar or left wide open as it was most of the time to indicate to students and other X-Men that they could interrupt him whenever they needed to. Behind the closed door, Warren sat behind his desk, leafing slowly through a small pile of photographs, each one looking increasingly dated. Younger versions of himself and his peers featured in each of them. In one he had an arm casually slung around Scott’s stiff shoulders, grinning broadly. In another Jon was clearly saying something to wind up Hank while Jean looked on, amused. In yet another Jean was nestled firmly in his arms.

There was something so disconcerting about looking back at these images of Xavier’s first class. So much had changed, they had all been through so much, suffered more than their fair share of pain and loss. Each one of them had been troubled and lost when they first arrived at the school but they had found a home and a family with one another. They had all bought into the dream that Charles had presented them with and given everything to keep it alive, even when the man himself was seemingly gone.

Seeing the supposedly past versions of Jean, Scott and Hank at the school had lead him to this particular set of photographs and unsettled feelings that followed. He was almost glad that his own younger self was missing; he wouldn’t want to see himself, he wouldn’t want the teenager he had been to see what had happened when he grew up, to see what Apocalypse had done. The only consolation was the fact he had no memory of this particular set of events, so that had to mean the mission was successful.

With the thought in mind, he realised it was time to head down to the War Room. With any luck they could collectively come up with a plan to sort out the whole situation. Placing the photographs in the top drawer of his desk, Warren got to his feet and left his office, heading down to the sub basement. There was already a fair crowd forming in the War Room when Warren arrived, including the time displaced versions of Scott and Jean. Nodding a greeting to Scott, Warren moved to take the nearest seat. Jean’s question prompted a smile. “Yes, what would we do for entertainment around here if time travel didn’t exist?”
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When she woke up that morning, Jessica had a particular idea of how her day would go. It would be a slow day, she'd have breakfast alone at the crack of morning. She would get dressed after breakfast and catch her train but only just barely make it because, try as she might, she wasn't a morning person. She would get coffee once in the city, maybe see that cute barrista again, maybe give him her number. She would dance her ass off in class, then dance with a fellow classmate after, finishing their dance choreography video and posting it to youtube for all the world to scrutinize. She'd catch a late train home and have a quick afternoon spar because Thursdays were the hardest days to get a decent training session in, then she'd do homework until she drifted to sleep... hating that she saved so many gen-ed courses for her last year. It was simple, typical, a pattern she had come to expect.

Funny enough, her friends at the Institute used to tease her, mock her as the worst precog ever, because despite her gifts Jessica seemed to be just as often wrong as she was right.

Seeing the future often led the girl to be so misguided in thinking she'd seen it all, into thinking she had this crazy world she was a part of all figured out. That was why she was so often wrong, even now as she finds herself drawn into an irregular routine. There was no breakfast alone, there were a few at the school that had been woken by their early arrivals and eager to chatter about the events that had taken place. There was no commute to school, she missed her train in an attempt to be nosy and see her visitors for herself. There was no dancing, instead she tossed theories back and forth with her twin sister in an attempt at making sense of time travel, of their mission to find Warren who didn't recall being missing. Further, the only thing she anticipated doing in the Sub-Basement was to visit the Danger Room, she would never had guessed that morning that she'd be heading down to the war room.

When Sarah had initially suggested Jessica join the meeting, it had sounded like a brilliant idea. Jess was curious and excited and with all their chatter, she got wrapped up in her desire to know more. Now, however, a different feeling was beginning to set in, a brush of uncertainty which was usually far in-between for Jessica. The youngest Vale wasn't an X-Man, she wasn't on the legacy squad either. As far as the hierarchy of Xavier's went, she was pretty low on the totem pole... the sort of low that usually was not included in War Room meetings. While she knew everyone in the mansion, while the X-Men made up her friends and mentors, Jessica was already beginning to feel out of place. She was the odd woman out.

When Jessica walked into the war room, casting a look at the faces, she had half the mind to stand against the wall beside Emma. She'd be close to the exit in case they dismissed her from the room or gave her strange looks for being present, she'd also not have to worry about filling someone else's seat. But instead of alienating herself so readily she found herself gravitating easily to her sister. As much as Jessica tried to separate herself from Sarah, she couldn't help but feel comfort and reassurance in her twin's presence. Coincidentally Jessica had pulled her hair back just as her sister had, leaving the two as near mirror images except that Jessica was wearing her blue and yellow training uniform.

While Jessica gave the room a few quick scans to see who was in attendance, her attention was quickly absorbed by the young time travelers. Her eyes danced between them when she thought they wouldn't notice, stealing glances of their young features. They looked like babies they had to have been in high school at that time and yet, except young Henry, she could easily make out the resemblance. It was mesmerizing seeing Scott and Jean, one of her mentors and one of her role models respectively, at the age of students who came to her for advice. Just as shocking, how had Henry changed so dramatically? Did younger Henry even recognize his younger self? She mused these alone, not wanting to break the silence by saying something anyone might perceive as a silly question. Instead she strummed her nails against the table idly, eager to hear what Scott--either Scott had worked out as a plan of action.
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Others began to enter, some he had met, some he hadn't. A lot of girls. Like a lot. Seventeen year old Scott wondered if there were any boys in this school at all or if it was all just girls now. Some of them introduced themselves, and he nodded to them, others just were there, and he just nodded as well, feeling more and more outnumbered.

But then, Jeannie entered, and though her face was troubled and her eyes looked... a bit shell shocked, he was glad to see her. He was always glad to see her, even if she wasn't glad to see him.

"Hey," he whispered, as she slid into a chair next to him. "You ok?"


“Uh… yeah, I just saw something that… that… I can’t explain it,” she stuttered and halting, confusing explanation, her eyes still shocked but starting to get a handle on it. Then she reached out and put her hand on Scott’s arm, comforted by the realness of it; the only thing that seemed real in this whole ‘Alice through the Looking Glass’ situation. The more she thought about it, the more it sunk in and the worse it seemed, some day Scottie was going to die. Looking at him intently, if she weren’t in such shock she would’ve been fighting back tears; she didn’t love him the way everything seemed to be pointing to in their future but he was still a friend, a close one. “It was,” she began then sent her gaze around the room, unsure she was willing to trust these strangers. “Not here.”


She touched his arm, and if he was older and more intuitive, he might have noticed how close she was to tears welling up in her eyes. But in the end, Adult Scott had enough problems with understanding the emotions of his wife, his teenage counterpart had no chance at figuring it out. Plus, her hand fell on his arm, and he hesitated just too long to place his own atop it.

"They're going to help us find Warren," he said, misinterpreting her concerns, "The Professor must've gotten his wires crossed. Time travel probably screwed things up. But they're going to help us, and we'll get him back. I promise you. Everything's going to be ok."


Poor Scott, young Jean tilted her head in sympathy, he didn’t have a clue what was going to happen to him. Her friend. It was awful. With one last sniffle, she patted his arm. Poor Scott. Her eyes would’ve stayed there, silently dreading the doom that loomed over Scott’s head, if a distraction hadn’t entered the room – a tall, blond distraction with wings, and her gaze followed his progress to take a seat near the older Scott… and her older self. “Yeah, Scott,” she agreed, “I know. We’ll make everything ok. Warren is counting on us.”


Scott followed Jeannie's gaze up to Warren... Adult Warren entered and took his place next to his own adult counterpart. He felt that familiar sick to the stomach churn of jealousy that Warren always brought up in him, but this time, there was something else. Warren went and sat next to the older Scott, and as Jean entered, she took a seat on the other side. The three of them up there... they were a team, and though the nature of their relationship was going to change...there was still a friendship, still something that he had wanted for so long.

No matter how things were, and how things went down... they were going to be a family.
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He's been in the sub-basement now more times than he's been anywhere else in the mainland USA in the past months. Aside from his training with Piotr and Blink, he'd either been on grounds, or making busywork of some kind around the school. And for the most part he was finally breaking the monotony that had been the last year for him. He was finally starting to come out of his reclusive shell and at that he started to feel recognized again. The horror of being alone was subsiding, and the parting words of his parents had begun to prove out for him as time wore on. He felt extra inclusion at the request to meet in sub-basement, a place of general happenings for Legacy and the X-men. He made his way through, following not long behind Jessica, Sarah Vale's sister. He entered that room and saw an impressive gathering of men and women both Legacy squad and X-man. He found it hard to conceal his reaction but it was tempered nonetheless.

He sought a free spot an took it, from there he began to take it all in. He then began to connect the dots. He was in essence seeing practical, youthful doubles of the core leadership of the school. Clones? No, too young to be successful replacements, He thought. Time Travelers was most likely. Thank you, Piotr, the jumper mused to his fellow Russian. Piotr had been in some way rehabilitating Artyom, helping him back into the fold and getting him up to speed on things. He'd pocket those thoughts for another time, and focused on what was at hand. A young Cyclops? Let alone a young Jean? And others, no less. His look wasn't of surprise, but tempered curiosity. They may have been young, but Artyom never envisioned them as this youthful in the past, because to him they were always hardened by what they had dealt with. It was a sight to be sure.

He shifted a moment to look at those within his Squad who had arrived. When he saw Blink, he smiled and took place next to her, a friend and a familiar face was a good anchor in a crowd. Not that everyone was a stranger, but Blink had been Artyom's training partner several times, given that she was quite wont to hurl him through her portals. He kept quiet and merely took place next to her, if more were coming, he hoped maybe it would give him enough time to try and work out the purpose of all this.
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Time travel was the new black, it appeared.

Franklin had spent the early part of the day in the city, visiting with his parents, and his young baby self, who was now just past his five months, so he was sitting up, grabbing, being generally really cute. They hadn't decided what was going to happen when little Frankie was old enough to start asking who this namesake friend was, but they had a long time to figure it out, so he had returned to the school in good spirits, with plans of finding his pretty girlfriend and maybe getting a cuddle and pounce before dinner...

... only to find out that things had gotten weird at the school again.

Like the rest of the Legacy Squad, Franklin had been growing a little bored of the peace, which was a horrible to think really. But he came from a future that was a struggle, where his pampered and protected life had been so unsatisfying and unfair that he had sought out rebellion and conflict because it was the right thing to do. He was raised in war, whether or not he was a victim of it, and since arriving here, one danger after another had reinforced his desire to be the type of hero that his family had proven they could be. He enjoyed the peace, don't get him wrong... but it was getting a little boring.

But time displaced versions of Scott, Jean and Hank looking for a kidnapped Warren? That was definitely not boring.

Entering the increasingly crowded room, Franklin took a seat beside the young Scott, and while waiting for the meeting to start, reached over and offered his hand to the young man, who took it a little hesitantly, but responded to the shake with a firm grip. He was a scrawny kid with too long hair, and a bit of an awkward stoop to his posture, but Franklin could see in him the man who stood at the head of the long table speaking quietly to Jean. Franklin turned his eyes to the young Jean, a pretty girl of no more than sixteen, who looked around her with wide eyes that held an undefinable worry to them. He smiled at her and leaned in to the two.

"Hi, I'm Franklin Richards," he introduced, "I'm a time traveler too, but from the other direction."

"Really?" Scott frowned, "From the future? How far?"

"About twenty years," Franklin said.

"We're from twenty the other way," Scott said, "Wow, so that's forty years difference? You're an X-Man? Did you know us?"

Franklin smiled, and not willing to tell the two that they were dead before he had been in the picture, especially since that no longer pertained, said, "Well, I'm dating your daughter, so I know of you."

Scott's mouth dropped open and he sputter, "Our.. wha... wait... Our daughter?"

"Mr. Richards," came a sharp reprimand from the front of the room, and Franklin looked, not at all regretful, at the elder Scott who glowered at him.

"Sorry, chief," he said, not sorry at all.

Both Scott's exchanged a glance, neither of their eyes visible, but the expressions on their faces wide open and easy to read.

Franklin chuckled a little and leaned back in his chair, waiting for the briefing to start.
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Life had a lot of surprises. One might think that the surprise in this case would be that three X-men had time traveled to the present from the past, but for Pearce it wasn't that.

Well, it was kind of that too, but more that Pearce, a small fish in a big pond had been invited to the meeting where it would be discussed what would be done about these time displaced young X-men. Although he was young, Pearce was no stranger to these sorts of events. Well, maybe the closest thing he could think of to this was when he went to a wedding for one of his cousins.

But the general idea of what to do was still the same. Wear a fitting attire for the event, in this case his uniform, and act maturely. It was simple enough, how could he possibly screw up? Maybe if he spoke out rudely? Or said the wrong thing? Talked at the wrong time. Perhaps just stay silent the entire time to avoid anything like that. He was lucky to be here in the first place anyways.

Pearce entered the War-Room, a room he'd never been in. So naturally he'd be taking in all the sights. And to think he's seen everything at this school. Quickly taking his place against a wall, deciding it might not be the best choice to sit. Taking another look, but at the other people in this room, Pearce noticed that the only other student here was Jessica. Well, at least one other person here was a student too.

The teen then looked up from the floor, waiting for the meeting to begin, trying not to look eager or anything.
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