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Emma Frost was created by Chris Claremont and John Bryne.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created By Joss Whedon and all the characters with the BTVS TV series are his as well.
The Thundercats were created by Ted Wolf and currently belong to Warner Brothers, at one point in time Marvel comics did do a run of the them in comics form, although DC comics do them now.
“Well what do you think?” Xander asked Cordelia as he came out of their bathroom.
“That is the most hideous thing I've ever seen you wear.” She said with a laugh.
“The kilt too much?” Xander asked as he fiddled with his sporran.
“A bit.” She told him. “It'll have to do your game is in fifteen minutes. You should head over to the Latverian Embassy before you get to the game. Both are supposed to be neutral ground today right?”
“Yeah. We're playing teams golf today. Doom goes first of course. It's going to be us versus Reed Richards and Ben Grimm. Still don't know how Doom suckered us all into this.” Xander said with a laugh. “Gotta go.” HE said as he teleported from the room, his smile the last thing to be seen.
“Showoff.” Cordelia muttered as she headed out of their room and towards her sister's lodgings.
Later... on the fifth hole....
“Doom is disappointed in your long game.” Doom stated as Cheshire was lining up his swing.
“I'm new at this.” Cheshire defended. “I'm more a miniature golf man.” He said as he drove the ball onto the green. Both men watched the ball land a few feet from the hole. “I'm getting better.” Cheshire grinned.
“Doom agrees. You're adapting well.” The armored figure stated as the two let Reed and Grimm have their turn.
Cheshire paused as the wind shifted. “You're... you're really in there aren't you?” He whispered to the monarch.
“Some things, Doom likes to see in person. We're leading by seven strokes.” Doom said softly. “Richards was never a golf man and Grimm still has control issues.”
“Heh.” Cheshire grinned.
SHIELD helicarrier....up above the game.
Nick Fury grinned as he thumbed through the latest intelligence report he'd gotten on Latveria. The man had installed some entertainment facilities in the larger townships. Progress. Still it would be better if he could have an operative at the institute....
“Someone get me the file on Sean Cassidy.” He said. “Both the Interpol and the NYPD files.”
Back at the game.....
“Oh come on!” Ben Grimm screamed as his putt overshot the hole again. “This is getting ridiculous.”
“Easy Ben.” Reed said. “Smile for the cameras.”
“You go easy Stretch.” Ben muttered as the man lined up his shot. “How much is this raising for charity again?”
“Several million dollars to go to the New York public school system as well as providing more than a few scholarships to our old alma mater, State University.” Reed stated as he sunk the ball. “Just a few more holes than we can go home.”
“But we're losing to Doom and that other guy.” Ben groused. “It shouldn't be like this. You think that guy is the one who's been breaching our security?”
“There is a possibility.” Reed said as he watched Doom perform another near perfect drive. “His voice does seem to be similar to the one who mocked us several months back. He did leave you the equivalent amount of money for the cigars he took.” He said, adding the last as an afterthought.
“Is he human?” Ben asked.
“I don't know my friend. His physiology is... unique enough to be from another evolutionary chain.” Reed said. “Fascinating.”
“Hey, can I get a photo of Richards and Doom shaking hands?” Peter called as he reloaded his camera.
“Of course.” Doom agreed. “No hard feelings Richards?” he asked as he offered the man his hand.
Reed stared at the gauntleted hand. “No hard feelings over this.” He agreed as he shook his adversary's hand.
Peter grinned as he got the shot. “Perfect. Thanks.” He called.
Doom turned to Cheshire. “Can you stay for a sandwich at the 19th hole or do you have errands today?”
“I've got other things. It's been fun though. Want me to drop you off at the embassy?”
“Please.” Doom stated.
Xander nodded and the two disappeared from the golf course as Peter continued snapping photos. “Some of these are going in my portfolio.” He said as he photographed the Thing smushing his putter.
At the Mansion....
“Hello?” Charles Xavier said into his phone. “Moira, it's good to hear from you. Wait, slow down. What happened to Rahne?” He said as he activated the Cerebro unit. “Really? Has she been bitten lately? I have to ask.” he said with a chuckle. “Let's just say some things have been brought to light in the past few years. Yes she will be more than welcome. You are as well Moira. No, I still have sensation but not much more. You've been working with what? Tempting.” Charles said. “We've enough room here for the space needed as well as the power supply you'd need. How long will it take you to close up your shop there? Yes we can transfer equipment fairly easily once I've sent one of my students over. Just call when you're getting ready and we can send him over. You too. Goodbye Moira.” He hung up the phone.
New York, Hell's Kitchen.
“You wanted to see me?” Sean Cassidy said as the man with the eye patch sat down in his office.
“I've got a few things to offer you. In return, I want you to work for me as a liaison.” Fury said as he lit up his cigar.
“Liaison for what?” Cassidy asked.
“A school for gifted youngsters. Those with gifts like your own.” Fury told him.
“What do you know?” Cassidy growled.
“Enough. I also know something you don't.” Fury said with a grin.
“What would that be?” Cassidy asked.
“Where your daughter is.” Fury told him.
A look of shock crossed Cassidy's features before he regained his composure. “I'm listening.” He said softly.
The Daily Bugle....
“Peter these shots are great!” Robbie Robertson said as he looked through the several rolls that Peter had developed. “We've got enough for the cover and for the sports section. This was a closed event. How did you get invited to shoot anyways?”
“Um... I know a guy?” Peter said with a shrug.
“If you say so. You keep this up, you might get some more sports assignments. You're really turning out to be a good photographer Peter. I know it's not your first love, but give it a chance would you? I know your expenses aren't as bad off when you first started working here, but please stick with us.” Robbie said.
“You know I'd get paid better at another newspaper. Not to mention the way Jameson keeps ragging on Spider-Man.” Peter said. “It's only because of you and and guys like Urich that I'm still here. If you ever quit Robbie, I'm gone.”
Robbie nodded. “I know. Jameson is...harsh on his views I'll admit, but this is a good paper Peter. It was once the shining example in New York. We're working on getting it there again. Jameson's Spider-Man crusade isn't helping. Stick with it Pete. Please.”
“For you Robbie I will.” Peter said. “But something has to change. Spider-Man isn't a menace. He's someone that does what he can to help. Just because he hides his face doesn't mean he's a villain.”
“Believe me, I know.” Robbie agreed..
“You want me to build what?” Forge asked Professor Xavier.
“Are you familiar with isoteric energy?” Xavier asked.
“I can build a converter that can make it from electrical energy but there will be a large amount lost in the conversion process.” Forge said. “What is it needed for?”
“An old friend is considering coming here. Her son has.... special needs. If we can't accommodate them, she can't come.” Xavier said.
“I'll get right on it Professor. What are the guy's requirements on a daily basis? Does he need a constant feed?” Forge asked.
Xavier told him the particulars and Forge whistled. “It's doable. But it'll be tricky. Even with the advanced batteries I've developed he could only have two hours outside of the room a day until I can build a new power core. It's going to be costly though.” Forge told him.
“Just get the basics set up first. Once that's done we can talk about allowing him some freedom. His powers make him a danger, but without the energy source, he'll die.” Xavier told him.
“I'll get on it. It'll go faster if I have Kitty and Todd help.” Forge told him.
“That's fine. The room can be made on the third sub level.” Xavier said. “Thank you Forge.”
“Not a problem Professor. Listen, I've come up with some ideas concerning Anna's abilities and I'd like to run them by you.” Forge said which made Xavier smile.
“Go on.” The Professor told him.
“You mean to tell me that bastard has kept her from me all this time?” Sean Cassidy screamed at Fury. “If I'd known she was alive I wouldn't have left the country let alone the Keep.”
“I'm well aware of that Mr. Cassidy. Which is why I'm offering some assistance in retrieving your daughter.” Fury told him. “SHIELD is aware that in some cases mutants can be immune to the abilities of other mutants. This happens more often in families. I'm willing to allow you on the op to retrieve your daughter. It will just be you and our best man.”
“It'd better be God because it'll take a miracle to get her away from Tom.” Cassidy said.
“I'm no miracle. Just a man that does his best.” A strong voice said as a man garbed in red, white and blue entered the room.
“Didn't you die?” Cassidy asked.
“Not exactly.” Captain America grinned.
Elsewhere in the mansion....
Xander and Cordelia both stretched as they woke up from their nap. “The sun shifted.” Xander said while sitting up.
“There any other good spots that we can get to?” She asked.
“Just the roof.” Xander said. “Napping up there can lead to falling though.”
“So how was the game?” She asked as they both stood.
“Not bad. We won, naturally.” He told her.
“Good. I hope you had fun.”
“Having fun wasn't the point, but yes some fun was had. He was actually in the suit this time.” Xander told her.
“Really?” She asked. “Think you'd be able to hit him up for some more of his vehicles? I wouldn't mind the sedan.”
“It'll probably be bugged but I'll see if I can get a discount next time he calls.” Xander told her. “So any thing in particular you want to do this summer?”
“We could always stop in Vegas again.” She said with a grin. “Still not old enough to gamble, but there's still other stuff to do there.”
“Like what?” He asked. “What's with the grin?”
She didn't say.
“So what are you up to?” Kurt asked Wanda as he clung to the ceiling of her room.
Wanda looked up and huffed. “Well, I'm considering warding my room against interdimensional breaches.”
“What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked her.
“When you teleport, you move through dimensions.” Wanda told him. “Yours is a protohell dimension. Early stages.”
“Really?” Kurt asked. “Huh. So who is this Talia person you were telling me about?”
“You wouldn't believe me.” She told him.
“My body isn't the only thing that's flexible.” Kurt said as he landed on the floor. “My brother's got a magic sword and my roommate eats live crickets. I'm pretty open minded.”
“What do you know about alternate time lines?” Wanda asked him.
“Whatever you choose tell me about them.” Kurt grinned.
The Danger Room
“So I've been thinking about nicknames.” Fred said as he struggled against Emma's telekinetic hold.
“Like what?” Scott asked as he blasted Jean's shield of psychic energy, slowly increasing the force until she signaled for him to stop.
“Well, I can't really be 'Blob' anymore but I'm still like a walking tank. What about ATF? Anti-Tank Fred.”
“Nah.” Scott grinned. “I'm still going by Cyclops even though I don't need the eye wear anymore.”
“What am I supposed to go by? Marvel Girl?” Jean asked. “Code names work great when you have something to go by. I'm just a telekinetic redhead. If I were Pyrokinetic I could be called Spitfire. With the way Emma dresses and acts she could probably call herself the White Queen and get away with it.”
Emma let go of Fred. “I like it.” She grinned. “I'm keeping it.”
“Pompous bitch.” Jean laughed.
“That's Queen bitch to you peasant.” Emma said.
“I think they've been living together too long.” Fred commented.
“You may be on to something there.” Scott agreed.