psinex@yahoo.com Mists of Change by Phil Hartman DISCLAIMER: Everyone here is Marvel's. Please don't sue. NOTES: This takes place shortly after my piece "Pate Wars," for continuity buffs ... ------------------------------------------------------- Mid-Atlantic, 01/03/1998: 06:00 hrs EST: ------------------------------------------------------- Lee wasn't sure if it was the sea fog or the expected transubstantiation field which crept up on the island. #Either way,# she thought, pulling her robe tighter about her in the cold, #it's about time ...# The statues of the decidedly pre-Christian deities which the island's previous inhabitants had worshiped still bothered Alyetys Forrester nearly as much as the news that her boat had been repossessed. #Bank of C'thulhu ... 'yes, we do conspiracy repossessions - OF BODY AND SOUL !'# she thought, fighting back a mad giggle. She blushed to see the other guests arrive in the slightly-tan teleport mist which acted as Amelia Voght's power signature. "Lee !" Charles Xavier waved kindly. "Professor," Lee nodded, shaking his hand. "Recovered from our last round of margaritas ?" "Not really," Voght grinned, rubbing Charles' head. "Do you HAVE to do that ?" Xavier chuckled, hefting their bags and heading for the hut Magnus had given the happy couple after their Vegas wedding. #Who'd've thought it - the grandmaster of human-mutant coexistence throwing everything to the wind and running off to the Bermuda Triangle with an ex-Acolyte ?# Lee thought, shaking her head. #Watch it, old woman - you're not even batting an eye about the Arcadia, and you're going to Haven with ...# She cursed herself playfully as her knees turned to water, and her paramour appeared above a parapet of the restored fortress. #I'm like a schoolgirl around him ...# "Lee," Magnus smiled, landing beside her and kissing her cheek. He shook Xavier's hand and said, "The servoids are in place, Charles - this will serve as a self-sustained honeymoon spot until you decide where next to go. You're really leaving the X-Men to their devices ?" "The mansion's full of superb field and base leaders, Erik," Xavier said. "Scott and Jean are busy with Nathan's illness, but they're ideal co-headmasters. And Ororo, Logan, Kitty, Kurt, Sam, Danielle ... there are plenty of people to take up the fight. I've earned my time in the sun." He looked around the island and deadpanned, "We've GOT to do something about the decor, though. Pre-Elder-God is SO overdone as an interior decorating design ..." ------------------------------------------------------- end _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com