I don't own the X-Men, those belong to Marvel Comics and were created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby
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.
One morning, mid January.....
“Morning folks.” Xander said as he sat at the small kitchen nook. It was the early hours and the main respite from the chaos that was the children. They were in Logan's care at the moment.
Xander sipped his coffee and immediately spat it back out.
Hank McCoy looked over his paper. “Did someone switch the sugar with salt again?”
“No.” Xander said as he yanked the newspaper out of the other man's hands. “I know this.” He said as he stared at the main headline.
“No reason to be rude about it.” Hank muttered as Ororo put a calming hand on the man's shoulder.
“This is part of a key.” Xander said as he tapped the paper. “Have there been any more robberies like this lately?”
“Nothing that would make the Bayville paper.” Hank said. “I can look though. Where did you see this before?”
“In a very old journal. One I read back in high school.” Xander said. “This isn't good.”
“How not good exactly?” Hank asked.
“For the life of me, I can't tell you at the moment. I saw it once but it was like a lifetime ago. Something about three doors and the end.” Xander said as he trailed off in thought. “Been a while since I've been elbow deep in watcher journals.”
“This is from your time on that multidimensional rift?” Hank asked.
“Yeah, life on the Hellmouth.” Xander agreed. “I'm going to have to stop by there later today. The girls are going to be due pretty soon anyways.” He handed the paper back to Hank.
“Next time, ask before you yank. You almost tore the crossword.” Hank said as he straightened out his paper.
“Sorry.” Xander said as he got up to get some paper towels to wipe up his coffee.
“Haven't you learned enough?” Felicia Hardy asked her captor/benefactor. She'd been run ragged through obstacle courses and gymnastic drills.
“There is something else I want to test.” Doom told her.
“What?” Felicia asked.
“Are you familiar with G-Force testing?” Doom asked.
“You mean like in the Air Force?” she wondered.
“Precisely.” Doom stated. Her physiology was adapting quickly. Perhaps she wouldn't black out.
“Two other rings and a rod have been stolen in less than a week.” Hank said as he handed Xander the results of the Internet search he'd done.
“That's the entire key.” Xander said. “It was entrusted to four brothers. I remember that much.”
“Where is the door it goes to?” Hank asked.
“I don't know.” Xander said. “I need to make some calls.”
“Let me know what you find out.” Hank said. “I love puzzles.”
“The Magic Box” Giles said as he picked up the phone. “Xander, it's delightful to hear from you. What can I help you with? Three rings and a rod entrusted to four brothers. It seems familiar but I can't quite place it.” Giles took off his glasses and began cleaning them.
“Well, I don't have all of those books with me at the moment. There was a small library related fire a little while ago and we lost quite a few of the older editions. I do have copies however. Willow managed to scan the majority of the books long before the fire happened. I can get you copies of them if you'd like. It will have to wait a day, I'm not entirely used to some of this technology. Right. Just come by tomorrow to pick them up. It was good speaking with you Xander. They're due in about two weeks, so any time now really. I'll tell them you said hello.”
Giles hung up the phone and looked at Buffy who was holding out her hand. “I never learn do I?” He said as he pulled out his wallet.
“You don't.” Buffy grinned as she pocketed the money.
Back at Xavier's....
“It's going to have to wait a day.” Xander said as he hung up the phone. “I can't get the books until they copy them.”
“Shame.” Hank said softly. “Well that means you can lead today's afternoon session.”
“It's not my turn again is it?” Xander asked.
A grin was Hank's only reply.
“Darn it.” Xander sighed.
“A cherry.” She said.
Doom held up another flashcard.
“Mittens.” She said as she looked at the picture.
He held up another.
“George Washington. He's on the one dollar bill. What is money? I feel like I want some.” She asked.
Doom sighed. She'd gotten a fairly large portion of the flash cards correct which meant all she'd learned she'd gotten from the host. It was a shame it learned everything it knew from a thief. Certain behavioral traits were already showing in that respect. She'd stolen more than a few utensils until he'd switched to black plastic. She liked shiny things that much was certain.
“Money is part of an economical system. It is a representative item of wealth and can be traded for goods and services.” Doom explained. “You shouldn't worry yourself about that yet. We've still got a considerable amount of basics to cover.”
“Run!” One of the Jamies said just before being hit by a paint ball.
“He's everywhere!” Bobby said as he formed an ice shield to block the shots that had been aimed in his direction.
“All you have to do is not get hit for fifteen minutes.” Tabitha snarked. “It'll be easy I said. He's in a real mood today. Ouch!” She screamed as she slapped her backside. “Dammit I'm out.” She huffed.
“How many of us are left?” Jubilee asked as she rolled next to a log.
“None.” A voice said as multiple shots were fired and hit their targets.
“Man, he's too good at this.” Bobby whined.
“Five minutes rest before we go again.” Xander called to the group. “I need to reload.”
The Daily Bugle...
“I'm still pissed at a lot of you.” J. Jonah Jameson said to the assembled staff. “I may be one to hold a grudge, but we've got bigger things to worry about right now. Some of you technically still work at the Globe, and we all know that paper is being run by the biggest criminal mastermind this city has seen in a long time. Thing is we can't prove it.” He paused to light up his cigar.
“I've made some questionable editorial decisions in the past, and because of that I'm taking a step back from what I was before. Robbie's calling the shots for the most part, I'll worry about getting the needed ad space filled. I'll step in to deal with headlines for any sudden news stories. I've got other things to worry about right now. My son's still adjusting and I want to be there for that. Until someone takes down the Kingpin, any of you Globe employees are welcome here under an alias if you wish. It's good to see you all.” Jameson said before walking into his office.
“He's mellowed.” Robbie said, surprised.
“It's probably temporary.” Urich said as he cleaned his glasses. “Your contacts give you anything on Fisk?”
“None, thought there's something going on at the local FBI office. Big turnover for some reason.” Robbie said.
“Rumor has it that Doom's involved with that somehow. Whatever happened, they're not talking.” Ben said with a frown. “My usual contacts in the office are gone.”
“Why would Doom involve himself with the FBI? He's not bound by our laws for the most part.” Robbie asked.
“That's the million dollar question.” Ben said. “I'll see what I can dig up.”
“I got the message you wanted to see me?” The man asked Doom.
“I'm pleased you came in such a timely manner. I understand your mission. Punishment is something similar to my people's concept of vengeance. How would you feel if you had a silent partner?”
“Forgive me for not trusting you.” Frank Castle said. “Why would my mission concern you?”
“Fisk. He needs to die.” Doom said.
“That's an understatement.” Frank snorted. “He's also a hard man to get to. I may be considered crazy, but I'm not stupid.”
“I've a considerable cache of weapons I've seized from would be smugglers over the years. Some you'd be familiar with, others would be new and very devastating.” Doom said. “They can easily be relocated to places you can access.”
“Why?” Frank asked.
“Punishment must be dealt on those who have earned it.” Doom stated. “You may work alone, but that doesn't mean you can't have assistance.”
“I'm listening.” Frank said.
Four Freedoms Plaza....
“Mr. Richards, what can you tell us about this so called Angel that's been spotted flying in and out of your building lately?” A member of the press asked him.
“I'm afraid what has been seen isn't an Angel but a man with a unique physiology.” Reed said. “We've done extensive study on the man and his wings are due to a genetic mutation.”
“Are there more of them?” Another member of the press asked.
“No, at this time I can say there is no one else quite like him.” Reed said. “His mutation is a unique genetic quirk. One which might not be seen again. He is a friend to the Fantastic Four and I would ask this city to treat him with the respect he's earned from helping the people here. His identity is not something we're going to disclose. He's a person just like anyone else, he just so happens to have some extra appendages. Any more questions?”
“What do you think about Doctor Doom working with the American Auto industry?” Another press member asked.
“I think the unions should stop being so unreasonable for one. If Victor's anything, he's very organized. That kind of organization is something those companies can use.” Reed said. “Next question.”
Ben sighed as he looked up from his reading. “Anyone else really bored right now?” He asked.
Everyone raised their hands.
“Right, go get some sunblock and swimsuits, we're going to Hawaii.” Ben told them.
“You can do that?” Angelica asked.
“I wouldn't be saying I could otherwise. We leave in ten minutes. Clock's ticking people.” Ben told them.
All five of his 'students' took off like they were on fire.
“He's been really hard on them today.” Logan commented as he watched the paint covered teens drag themselves into the house.
“Logan are you feeling okay?” Sean asked. “I've never known you to be so.... nice.”
Logan shrugged. “Must be something I ate.”
“Have you been sampling Kitty's cooking again?” Sean asked him.
“I can't understand how something that looks like and smells like a muffin can taste so wrong.” Logan said with a grimace. “Kid can turn a simple recipe on it's head without even trying.”
“She starts chemistry class next year.” Sean reminded Logan.
“I hope the school has good fire insurance.” Logan chuckled.
“Whoooo Hoo!” Calvin said as he dove down from the waterfall and landed into the water below.
“This place is great.” Vance said as he floated on the gently flowing water.
“It's a sight to see.” Ben agreed as he stretched out on a rock. “I didn't stick around much last time I was here. I never took breaks like this before.”
“Everyone needs to relax now and again.” Adrienne said. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
“Something like that.” Ben agreed. “I know a great place for aloha burgers we can go to later.”
“You buying?” Cordelia asked.
“What kind of chaperon would I be otherwise?” Ben grinned.
“I dunno, one from public school?” Adrienne said with a shrug.
Sunnydale, the next day.
“Thanks for these Giles.” Xander said as he tapped the discs.
“It's not a problem Xander.” Giles said as he leaned back in his chair. “Though you really should visit more often. Things have been very different without you.”
“I had to leave Giles, I'm helping a lot of people where I'm at.” Xander said. “I have people who listen to me, and who I can help. You understand that feeling don't you?”
“Of course I do. Now we need to go to the hospital. Buffy's told me that she's going to go into labor today.” Giles said.
“Let me make some calls first. There are a few people that should be here for this.” Xander said as he reached for his cell phone.
“Interesting. You've gone through extended periods of intense acceleration with little effect to your body. No blackouts, no queasiness. You would make an excellent fighter pilot. How do you feel?” Doom asked Felicia.
“Is that thing supposed to make you hungry?” She asked. “Cause I am starving!”
“Generally it does just the opposite.” Doom told her. “Let's get you something to eat.”
“Am I getting out of here soon?” Felicia asked him.
“Soon. Some things need to be dealt with before you can safely walk the streets of New York once again. The Kingpin doesn't tolerate failure.” Doom told her.
Four Freedoms Plaza...
“Why did you lie to the press like that Reed?” Ben asked his friend.
“I didn't lie Ben. Everything I said was the truth.” Reed told him.
“But Warren ain't the only mutant out there.” Ben countered.
“True, but there aren't any other mutants out there with the exact same mutation as Warren. Even if they did exist, the odds of the wings being the same size, shape or even feather count would be astronomical. I didn't lie, I just fudged a little.” Reed said.
“Remind me to not ask so many questions Stretch. The answers give me a headache.” Ben sighed.
Sunnydale General Hospital......
“It's a girl.” Buffy said before the doctor did.
“It is.” The Doctor said. “Oh dear, that's unusual.” The Doctor said.
“What is it?” Oz asked.
“Her ears are... pointed.” The Doctor said. “Is that a family trait?”
“Recessive.” Oz told the doctor. “We're distant cousins.”
The Doctor nodded. “I've seen weirder. So what's her name going to be?”
“Dawn.” Buffy said as she cradled her daughter in her arms.