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queenemma.
Emma looked at herself in the mirror. True, she could have simply made the people around them believe that they were dressed as "hippies", but Scott had insisted on the wardrobe. Nostalgia, he'd told her. She did have to admit, though, that she looked damn good in her skin-tight outfit. When Scott entered in his, though, she tried to stifle a laugh. This was a serious mission they were on, after all. "You think that the baby is Jean, don't you?" Cut to the chase. She believed it to be a physical representation of the Phoenix Force which could somehow save her three daughters from the emotionless life they led at the moment, but Scott didn't need to know that.
Scott regretted his clothing choice the moment he stepped out of the bedroom. Clearly, he'd overdone it. He'd told Emma that he was just being nostalgic, but the truth was that during the Summer of Love, while Warren and Bobby were driving them all into New York to listen to (read: pick up on) folk singers and Hank was in a corner discussing Kerouac and Proust with art students in berets, Jean was busy trying to convince Scott that the long-haired kids weren't really laughing at his sweater vest and penny loafers. As much as he bristled at Emma's tone, Scott was thankful she changed the topic.
"I think whoever or whatever the baby might be," Scott said carefully, "she needs to be protected." He gestured around them as they exited the hotel into what seemed very much like 1969. "Either whoever is after the baby is warping reality in its attempt to find her, or even more troubling, it could be the baby doing this."
"Which means you think it's Jean," Emma reiterated. She ignored someone offering her a flower as they walked along the sidewalk. She certainly didn't think it to be Wanda -- after all, Wanda might have altered the world to suit Pietro's desires, but this simple illusion they walked through now wasn't enough of what Emma would consider to be the true chaos magic that Wanda would have.
And there was the resemblance of the child to be considered, as well. "I'll agree that the child needs to be protected, considering Sebastian's words, but what do you plan on saying to your son?" Nathan, who had been thankful that Scott had handed the child over to him, would most certainly object to his father taking the baby away.
He sighed, knowing that if there was one thing that Emma Frost would not let go of, it would be the subject of Jean Grey. Scott wasn't thinking that way. He might have suspected it, and it was a working theory, but not the only possibility. Scott considered Emma's question carefully, as it was one he'd been asking himself. They passed a group of people-- some of whom looked old enough to be Scott's parents-- holding hands in a circle and singing "Kumbaya".
"As little as possible to antagonize him," Scott said finally. "Given the extreme measures Nathan was willing to go to in order to protect the baby in the first place, we don't want to make an enemy of him now. I think we need to present him with the information we've gotten from Shaw and let him come to the conclusion that he and the baby will be better off with our help."
"Oh yes," Emma replied dryly, "because that seemed to work so well the last time you spoke with Nathan." She paused, though, and placed a hand gently on Scott's arm to stop him as well. "There." She nodded towards the park on her left. "It looks as though you'll get the chance to test out your theory after all."
Scott shook his head. "At the time, it seemed like the right choice. Now..." His voice trailed off as he followed Emma's indication. There was a throng of people with long hair and long skirts and buckskin vests all meandering around the lawns, but sticking out like a sore thumb was the heavy, solid figure of Scott's son, Cable. The white-haired soldier seemed to be picking his way carefully through and around the frolicking hippies, as if searching for something. As Cable turned, the baby carrier strapped to the man's chest became visible, the infant's head just poking above the edge.
"That may be one of the most insane things I've ever seen," Scott mumbled, before striding purposefully toward his son.
"You'll hear no argument from me," Emma agreed, but as they walked closer to Nathan, the man saw them and held the child closer to his chest. "You said you wanted her with me," Cable said to Scott, backing up carefully. Emma raised a hand to him, trying to calm him down. "Nathan, we don't wish to take her from you, but there's a problem that you don't seem to understand..."
"Oh, I understand all too well," he sneered back at Scott.
Scott raised his hands. "Nathan, it's not like that. There are new players on the board, ones who are after the baby and are going to stop at nothing to destroy her. This isn't about trust, we just don't know if you have the resources--"
Cable made a noise that might have been a laugh if it hadn't sounded quite so bitter and disappointed. "I thought you'd finally figured it out, Scott. I was hoping you had. You can't protect the future, not when you know so little about it. But that's not your fault." The white-haired man stepped back, and there was a crackle of energy. Soon, Cable and the baby were glowing. To Scott, it looked similar to the energy signature of Cable's teleportation system, but not quite. "I've more resources than you expect. She'll be fine, Scott. Especially if you two stay out of my way."
The man began to disappear. "No!" shouted Scott, who reached out a hand and dove toward the vanishing Cable.
"Scott!" Emma ran after him, unsure of what psychic signature was being emitted from whatever energy source Nathan had just used, but she would not allow her lover to follow him through it alone when they did not know what was on the other side. As she reached her own hand towards Scott, she found herself being pulled through in their mad chase for Nathan, and then the world went white.
queenemma.Emma looked at herself in the mirror. True, she could have simply made the people around them believe that they were dressed as "hippies", but Scott had insisted on the wardrobe. Nostalgia, he'd told her. She did have to admit, though, that she looked damn good in her skin-tight outfit. When Scott entered in his, though, she tried to stifle a laugh. This was a serious mission they were on, after all. "You think that the baby is Jean, don't you?" Cut to the chase. She believed it to be a physical representation of the Phoenix Force which could somehow save her three daughters from the emotionless life they led at the moment, but Scott didn't need to know that.
Scott regretted his clothing choice the moment he stepped out of the bedroom. Clearly, he'd overdone it. He'd told Emma that he was just being nostalgic, but the truth was that during the Summer of Love, while Warren and Bobby were driving them all into New York to listen to (read: pick up on) folk singers and Hank was in a corner discussing Kerouac and Proust with art students in berets, Jean was busy trying to convince Scott that the long-haired kids weren't really laughing at his sweater vest and penny loafers. As much as he bristled at Emma's tone, Scott was thankful she changed the topic.
"I think whoever or whatever the baby might be," Scott said carefully, "she needs to be protected." He gestured around them as they exited the hotel into what seemed very much like 1969. "Either whoever is after the baby is warping reality in its attempt to find her, or even more troubling, it could be the baby doing this."
"Which means you think it's Jean," Emma reiterated. She ignored someone offering her a flower as they walked along the sidewalk. She certainly didn't think it to be Wanda -- after all, Wanda might have altered the world to suit Pietro's desires, but this simple illusion they walked through now wasn't enough of what Emma would consider to be the true chaos magic that Wanda would have.
And there was the resemblance of the child to be considered, as well. "I'll agree that the child needs to be protected, considering Sebastian's words, but what do you plan on saying to your son?" Nathan, who had been thankful that Scott had handed the child over to him, would most certainly object to his father taking the baby away.
He sighed, knowing that if there was one thing that Emma Frost would not let go of, it would be the subject of Jean Grey. Scott wasn't thinking that way. He might have suspected it, and it was a working theory, but not the only possibility. Scott considered Emma's question carefully, as it was one he'd been asking himself. They passed a group of people-- some of whom looked old enough to be Scott's parents-- holding hands in a circle and singing "Kumbaya".
"As little as possible to antagonize him," Scott said finally. "Given the extreme measures Nathan was willing to go to in order to protect the baby in the first place, we don't want to make an enemy of him now. I think we need to present him with the information we've gotten from Shaw and let him come to the conclusion that he and the baby will be better off with our help."
"Oh yes," Emma replied dryly, "because that seemed to work so well the last time you spoke with Nathan." She paused, though, and placed a hand gently on Scott's arm to stop him as well. "There." She nodded towards the park on her left. "It looks as though you'll get the chance to test out your theory after all."
Scott shook his head. "At the time, it seemed like the right choice. Now..." His voice trailed off as he followed Emma's indication. There was a throng of people with long hair and long skirts and buckskin vests all meandering around the lawns, but sticking out like a sore thumb was the heavy, solid figure of Scott's son, Cable. The white-haired soldier seemed to be picking his way carefully through and around the frolicking hippies, as if searching for something. As Cable turned, the baby carrier strapped to the man's chest became visible, the infant's head just poking above the edge.
"That may be one of the most insane things I've ever seen," Scott mumbled, before striding purposefully toward his son.
"You'll hear no argument from me," Emma agreed, but as they walked closer to Nathan, the man saw them and held the child closer to his chest. "You said you wanted her with me," Cable said to Scott, backing up carefully. Emma raised a hand to him, trying to calm him down. "Nathan, we don't wish to take her from you, but there's a problem that you don't seem to understand..."
"Oh, I understand all too well," he sneered back at Scott.
Scott raised his hands. "Nathan, it's not like that. There are new players on the board, ones who are after the baby and are going to stop at nothing to destroy her. This isn't about trust, we just don't know if you have the resources--"
Cable made a noise that might have been a laugh if it hadn't sounded quite so bitter and disappointed. "I thought you'd finally figured it out, Scott. I was hoping you had. You can't protect the future, not when you know so little about it. But that's not your fault." The white-haired man stepped back, and there was a crackle of energy. Soon, Cable and the baby were glowing. To Scott, it looked similar to the energy signature of Cable's teleportation system, but not quite. "I've more resources than you expect. She'll be fine, Scott. Especially if you two stay out of my way."
The man began to disappear. "No!" shouted Scott, who reached out a hand and dove toward the vanishing Cable.
"Scott!" Emma ran after him, unsure of what psychic signature was being emitted from whatever energy source Nathan had just used, but she would not allow her lover to follow him through it alone when they did not know what was on the other side. As she reached her own hand towards Scott, she found herself being pulled through in their mad chase for Nathan, and then the world went white.
