X-Men are Marvel's, Charlotte is mine.  No money in suing me, honest.
Just for entertainment.


Wrong Place, Worse Time

by Kerri


"There's a crowd gathering over on the next block in the commons area,"
Bobby said.  "Go take a look?"

The group gathered around him.

"Yeah," Jubilee spoke up at once.  "Might be fun."

"I don't know," Charlotte said.  "We don't know what's going on."

"So we go look," Angelo said.  "Never know till you take a chance,
Charlie."

She shot him a disgruntled look for his attempt to cajole her.  "Shall
we take a vote?"


She didn't know how it happened, but she found herself chaperoning some
of the students on a day trip with Bobby.  For most of the morning she'd
felt like the roadie for the clown troupe in the Ringling Bros Circus.
Bobby was the head clown, with a willing Jubilee as his sidekick.
Angelo was entertaining himself egging the girl on.  Everett and Paige
had no more luck then she did at containing their enthusiasm, but it was
a day for kicking loose.

Still, Charlotte wished she'd come with anyone else but Bobby.  She
loved the guy, she really did, but the urge to slap him down bubbled up
every so often.  Instead of four students and a teammate, she felt like
she was trapped with four students and a twelve year old.  She tried to
remember if Thomas ever went through that stage, but it had been a
vastly different world then.  Thomas never had the chance to be playful
and carefree.

That was unfair, she knew she could count on Bobby when she needed him,
had counted on him numerous times.  She was just cranky.  Something in
the air here felt wrong and it grated on her protective instincts.  Even
with the absence of a mall her credit cards were getting quite a
workout.  Not that she minded, she could well afford pampering them.
She enjoyed it.  But the air around here....

Bobby grinned at her over Jubilee's head.  "It'll be fun."  Emma made it
quite clear to him that Charlotte was in charge.  There had to be at
least *one* adult who wasn't swayed by the idea of causing mischief.

"Okay, but let's stay together," Charlotte gave in.  "I don't want to
lose anyone yet."  It would be in a time and place of her choosing,
preferably somewhere they couldn't find their way back too quick.


A man standing on the orator's platform in the commons was holding
forth, a large crowd gathered around.  They couldn't hear what he was
saying too well, the voices all trying to outshout each other.

There seemed to be at least two separate groups, each jockeying for
superiority.

It made Charlotte uneasy.  "I don't thing this was a good idea," she
told Bobby.

He finally looked serious.  "You're right."  He looked around.  "Where's
Jubilee and Angelo?"

They scanned the crowd quickly.  "I can't see them.  Everett?"

The taller boy looked over the crowd for Jubilee's screaming yellow
coat.  "I think she's down in the front."  His face paled.  "It's the
Friends of Humanity."


Jubilee gripped Angelo's arm tightly.  "You see what I see?" she asked
in a whisper.  They were close enough to read the T-shirts one of the
groups wore openly.

He nodded.  "Yeah.  FOH.  This is a bad place to be right now, chica,"
Even with the image inducer he felt exposed.  "Let's get out of here."

"Wait," Jubilee pointed, "they've got a mutant back there with them."

Two FOH boys were manhandling another person towards the the platform.
He was a visible mutant, one who could be readily identified by his
physical appearance.  His face had feline characteristics, but his body
was underdeveloped.  He looked small and weak next to his torturers.
Not much more than a boy.

"We gotta get him outta here," she continued.

<No, you don't.>  Charlotte's 'voice' rang through their heads.  They
both turned to see her several feet away from them, her attention firmly
on the captive.  <Go back to Bobby.>

"But-"

<No buts, Jubilee, I'll get him, but you two can't stay here.>

She still wasn't looking at them, but they knew she meant it.  The last
time they crossed her they paid for it big time with extra homework
assignments and 'special' workouts she personally supervised.

Thomas hadn't sided with Jubilee that time.  "There were few rules
growing up," he told her when she called to vent her frustration, "but
what rules I had were carved in stone.  They were there to keep me
alive.  The world's not so different now.  Staying alive is still the
whole idea.  If she told you to do it, it was for a reason."

The second group, now obviously identified as a pro-mutant crowd, began
shouting at the FOH.  This was a riot in the making, and they all knew
what staying here meant.

<Char, what's going on?> Bobby asked her.  He, Paige and Everett stood
at the back of the mob waiting for Jubilee and Angelo.

<It's going to be bad.  Get them out of here.  If there's any danger all
of you gate to my house, understand?>

<Char->

<Bobby, they've got a mutant up here and they're planning something very
public.  I'm going to try and get to him, but I've got to plan this
carefully.>  Already she'd brought up her shields, calculating the
distances, the number of people she'd have to get through to do this.
It didn't look good, but she only had the one homing belt with her and
she'd just given it to Bobby.

She wished she had her sword, even the larger knives, but she'd kill
someone with those.  Absently she patted her jacket pocket to check if
the gift Logan had given her for her birthday the previous Christmas was
still there.  It was.  With a flick of her wrist it would twist out to a
6' adamantium bo.  Just like Remy's.  She could do plenty of damage with
that, oh my, yes.

Some men sent flowers, some candy.  Some gave their wives diamonds.
Logan gave her weapons.  The man knew his way into her heart.

<TV's here, cameras.  It's going to be public.>

<Damn.  All of you go now, then.  We don't want the kids on TV.  Call
the mansion when you get there, Logan, Hank or Bishop can come get you.>

"It's time you know exactly what the mutant threat is all about," the
FOH speaker announced.  "See and hear what exactly is going on behind
closed doors in your neighborhoods."

Someone bumped her but she didn't look up, focusing on her objective.

Bumped her again.  "Charlie."

She spared a glance.  <You were supposed to go with them.>

Bobby didn't crack a smile.  <They're gone, I pushed the button myself.
I can't let you stay here alone with this.>  He glanced around at the
pro-mutant group gearing up for a 'rebuttal.'  <Oh, God.  I'm sorry I
ever suggested this.>


Hank picked up the phone as he passed by on his way to the kitchen.
"Hello, Institute for Higher Learning," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Beast, hey come an' get us now, quick!"

"Jubilation?  Where are you?"  Thoughts of lunch disappeared, along with
his jubilant mood.  She sounded scared.

"We were with Bobby and Char, but there was trouble an' Bobby sent us to
her house in the mountains.  Come get us, we gotta go back.  They need
help!"  Jubilee was nearly stuttering in her agitation.  "Hurry!"


<I'm going to make a grab for him when I get an opening,> she told
Bobby, <and take him through the back between the trees.  If you get the
car and wait over there, this'll all be much quicker.>

<Okay.  Stay linked to me so I know you're all right.>  He moved off
back through the crowd.  <Sing something.>

<What?>

<You know, play a song in your head so I can hear it.  Otherwise I'm
coming back there.  As long as I hear something I know you're still
alive.>

She started to grumble at him, then stopped.  <When this is all over
you're going to feel just how alive I am.>

<Is that a come-on?  Wow, I didn't think I appealed to *much* older
women.>

That didn't deserve an answer.  She thought quickly, trying to find
something in her head to placate him, other than 'Row, Row Your Boat.'
The last song she heard on the radio would do.

<'...Is this just a dream, livin' in a fantasy.  Surrendering our hope
never, never...'>

"We must unite against the common enemy.  The enemy from within!"

<'...Teaching old mistakes deep from in a memory...'>

She moved around the edges of the crowd, careful to keep inside the
crowd line.

"No longer can we identify the enemy on sight!  We must rely on each
other to expose them!  To protect our families!"

<'...Hate for each other, so blind to kill.  'Cause it will, yes it
will...'>

The rhetoric was the same, different decade, century, different target,
but the same.  She'd heard it all so many times.  The small mutant
cowering among the FOH wasn't anyone's enemy except his own right now.

"Everyone here knows a mutant!  Everyone here can make the stand to
protect our race!"

<'...Stand up before it's too late.  This is not a dream, no...'>

Yeah, people, turn over your husbands, wives, children, mothers,
fathers, brothers and sisters to the nice man and it'll all go away.
Until the next hate target comes along.

"Protect our jobs!  Don't let mutants take food from your families!"

<'...What we leave behind, is it fool's reality...'>

Forget the mutant, she wanted that bigot's hide nailed to her wall, head
mounted on a pole for target practice.  Nope, gotta focus.  Rescue now,
play later.  Logan, babe, you're missing all the fun.

"The longer we wait, the more powerful they'll become!  Already there
are mutants out there who can kill with just a thought!  The next time
you cut a mutant off in traffic you could be dead!"

<'...Fear is forever, both stand apart.  When love's forgotten the tears
from the start.  Stand up before it's too late...'>

"Our children are not safe in their schools!"

Until the next gang war...

<'...Stand up before it's too late, this is not a dream, no...'>

The token mutant was crying, tears dripping down his face.  He searched
the crowd for a friendly face, someone to pin a hope on.  He couldn't
find one.  He wouldn't find one here, he wasn't powerful enough for the
pro-mutant crowd to want to save him.  They only backed the
high-profiled ones.

Publicity whores, she thought in disgust.  <Don't worry,> she sent to
him, <I'm coming for you.  Be ready.>

<'...Sorrow, sorrow, surroundin' my soul.  Cry no more, all's
forgiven...'>

His face lifted a little, a tiny flame of hope glimmered in his
cat-eyes.

She caught sight of Bobby with the car over on the farside of the public
area.  He parked at the curb, engine running.

"Take a stand!  Tell our representatives you won't take it anymore!  Get
the mutants out of our lives, put them away where they belong!"  He
motioned for his associates to bring the mutant forward.

<'...Stand up before it's too late...'>


Hank and Logan arrived at the mountain house through the gate, the
students waiting in the kitchen.  The kids backed up at their first
sight of Logan, but his anger wasn't directed at them.  "What happened?"
he demanded.

They all started talking at once.

His face darkened even further.  "You.  Talk."  He pointed at Paige.

"We walked into an FOH rally.  They had a mutant with them.  Charlotte
and Bobby sent us here and stayed to get him out."

Hank finished reprogramming the gate to get them back to the mansion.
"The others will no doubt have more information available about the
situation when we return," he told Logan.

"They better," Logan growled.  "Damn woman," they heard him mutter under
his breath.


The breeze shifted as they brought the mutant forward.  The scent of
some type of accelerant wafted from him, along with his fear.  She
couldn't immediately name the substance, but it wasn't good.

<Oh, damn, Bobby, they've rigged him.  They're going to set him on
fire!>  A public burning!  Something for the TV viewing folks at home.
After today anyone who could say 'I was there' would be paid a fortune
for their stories by the gossip rags.  God, if I believed in you, I'd
recommend you try that flood thing again.

Bobby jumped from the car and dashed towards them, his heart pounding in
his throat.  He didn't dare ice up and call attention to himself just
yet.  Find her and get that poor kid out of there.

The speaker held aloft a torch and touched his lighter to it.  The
flames shot up.  The crowd went silent, even the pro-mutant faction.
This suddenly promised to be more than they wanted to see.  People in
the back started to leave.

"Witness God's judgment on the abominations of this world!"  He waved it
around.

This was as good a chance as she was going to get to make it out of here
alive with her soon-to-be new friend.  Charlotte pulled the bo cylinder
out of her pocket and pushed people aside, making a run for the
platform.


At the mansion, the some of the team watched in horror at the spectacle
on television.  Jubilee realized now she had no business wanting to see
what was going on there in the first place.  Bobby and Charlotte were
alone facing an angry FOH mob.  The man holding the torch looked like he
was about to call down the Wrath of God himself.


Logan stood on board the Blackbird, Bishop at the controls, Scott
navigating, watching the monitors, his claws flexed out, growling as he
watched his wife make a mad dash for the platform.  Rogue put a gloved
hand on his arm.  "She can take it," she reminded him.  "She'll be just
fine."

"Not when I get done wi' her," he growled.  He was going to kick her ass
for getting in the middle of this, right after he made sure she was
okay.


Charlotte jumped, one hand out, the bo a shining spinning wheel in the
sunlight.  She took down the few who got in her way, using her weapon in
a completely unbiased manner.  If they wanted to fight, she'd oblige
them, couldn't get more fair than that.  Something inside her lighten,
the sheer act of combat loosening her control.  She smiled nastily.
This felt *so* good!

She turned to the Speaker, favoring him with a smile that would have
chilled anyone who knew her.  "Why don't we just all go home?" she
suggested, not so secretly hoping he'd do something stupid and attack
her.

"Mutant lover!" he pointed at her with the torch.  "You have no business
here!"

"I believe the First Amendment applies to everyone," she retorted
mildly.  In an move to swift for him to anticipate, she knocked the
torch from his hand, sending it up into the air-

"And you have no right to prevent me from speaking," she finished, the
bo still twirling between her hands.  "Unless you want to talk about my
right to bear arms?"

-where it iced up, the fire doused, falling to the ground between them,
the ice shattering at their feet.  <Thank you, Bobby.>

<Welcome.>

"You're one of them, aren't you?  Mutant."  The one word carried every
ounce of disgust he could inject into it.

A voice came from above the crowd and all thoughts of leaving were gone.

"What do you know, you pathetic little man?"

Everyone looked up.  A man levitated in the air, his purple and red
costume a dead giveaway.

Magneto.

The ultimate publicity whore.  Charlotte sighed with irritation.

It couldn't have gotten any worse....



Of course she was wrong.  It could and it did.

"You will not threaten her, or anyone else," Magneto intoned, lowering
himself to stand in front of her.  The FOH encircled them, the other
mutant forgotten now that the Master of Magnetism had arrived.

The pro-mutant group cheered.  Here was someone they could root for.
The darling of Mutant Support League.

<Get him now, Bobby, and take him out of here.>

"Ah, Magnus?" she tried to get his attention.  "This really isn't the
time."

"I will handle this," he told her, not turning his attention from the
speaker.

"No bloodshed," she said softly.  <There are television cameras here
that would be more than happy to televise to the world that the mutant
threat is real.>

His eyes flickered to the TV crews at the edges.  "Perhaps you have a
point."

His magnetic field grew to enclose her inside, his arm around her waist
holding her against him, then they both lifted up off the ground.  As
they rose above the crowd Charlotte spotted Bobby's car drive off, the
almost-torched victim with him.  She let out a sigh of relief.

She looked down to see the FOH yelling at them and pointing.  <Could you
have found a more public way of playing hero?>

<But the view is so lovely.>  He smiled into her eyes.  <Have you had
lunch?>


He set them both down on a rooftop a fair distance away.  "I was in the
area and thought to lend my support.  I had no idea you would be here."

"Liar," she told him with some heat.  "You heard me say I'd be here at
our last lunch.  You knew there'd be a demonstration, didn't you?"

"How could I give up an opportunity to rescue a damsel in distress,
though I am at a loss as to exactly when you were in distress."

"I had it all under control.  You're as bad as Logan, you know that?
Always try to second guess me.  And you wonder why I don't join your
Acolytes."

"Forgive me?" he offered her a bow.  "I'll forgive you for comparing me
to that ani-"

"Watch what you say about my husband," she warned him.

He ignored her use of the word 'husband.'  "You could hardly be one of
my Acolytes, you have far too much to offer for such a common role.  I
would offer you a position as-"

"The answer is no, again.  You don't want me, I'd try to kill you first
chance I had.  Keep that in mind, will you?"  She looked up to see the
Blackbird hovering over them.

Rogue appeared from the rear hatch and flew down to land lightly beside
her.  "Everythin' all right?" she asked, eying Magnus warily.

"Fine.  Magnus thought to lend his assistance, which I am grateful for,"
she gave him an exasperated shake of her head, "and Bobby got away with
the kid.  I'm ready to leave."  And find a hot tub with a glass of
brandy and a good book.

Rogue gripped her upper arms and lifted off.

"I'll see you next month for lunch," Charlotte yelled back down at him.

He waved, unfazed by her words.  One of these days he'd persuade her to
join his team.


Logan got his hands on her, hugging her tightly, then shaking her till
her head rattled, then hugging her again.  "Next time ya gate out wi'
the rest of them," he ordered, his face buried in her hair.

"Looogggaaann," she protested, "We've been married for a year.  Would
you stop treating me like I'm made of fluff?"


"I don't recognize her," the shadowed figure said to himself, watching
the television shot of Magneto rising above the crowd with the woman.
The white face emerged from the darkness, burning red eyes bright with
curiosity.  "I wonder if she is a mutant."


End-perhaps.