Marvel owns the X-Men, and all related characters. Never quite figured out who owns the Buffyverse, but I know for a fact that it's not me...Summary:
Illyria begins building a kingdom in New York.Joe's Note:
Not drunk, or on crack. Wish I was. Then I could blame this on it.
Emma Frost sighed as she leaned back against the headboard of her bed, running her fingers through her lover's hair. "They don't trust you," she commented. Unsurprisingly (at least to her), she didn't receive a response. "They think you're using me." That didn't garner a response either. "If you don't want to open your mind to me, could you at least let Betsy in? I'm getting bored of all this."
Frosty blue eyes rolled up to stare at her. "The shell's brain was destroyed by the fires of my resurrection," Illyria reminded Emma. "It is not a matter of my desire to keep secrets, there is simply nothing left to read." She moved with startling quickness: one second she was laying against Emma's side, the next she was straddling the blonde's lap. "They are right to distrust me. You wish for me to use brute force to subdue your enemies when you take control of this kingdom."
"Yes, but they don't know that!" Emma replied in exasperation. "You're not much of a secret weapon if you're not a secret." Illyria just raised one eyebrow. "Nevermind," Emma muttered. "I forgot subtlety is a foreign concept to you."
Illyria snorted in disgust. "Subtlety is a human concept," she lectured. "It is far simpler to confront your enemies directly and dispose of them. They cannot make plans to stop you if your first act against them is to tear their head off."
Running her fingers along the blue-tinted skin at Illyria's hairline, Emma pondered that one. "One small problem with that," she decided. "We need Scott teach geometry to the students."
"His ability to teach mathematics is the only thing standing between him and death?" Illyria wondered. "The shell was quite accomplished in many complex forms of mathematics. I could surely replace him to teach our future minions."
Emma blinked. "I thought you said you didn't want to teach anything other than combat to the children. You tried and said it was irksome and beneath you."
"In exchange for the right to kill your former lover? I would revise my opinion."