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Summary: Graydon isn't the only Creed Brother/ X-men Evo universe

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Xander-Centered
Cartoons > Thundercats
CrazyDanFR1889212,3031161279938,03610 Sep 0819 Sep 09Yes

Chapter 77

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.

Chapter 77:
Massachusetts Academy....

“Oh, I don't even want to know.” Angelica said as she popped her head into Cordelia and Adrienne Frost's room.

“Well, in my defense, the age of consent in Massachusetts is sixteen.” Calvin said with a grin.

“Good to know.” Angelica said with a nod. “Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks for the head's up.” Calvin nodded.

“Speaking of heads up, you might want to have that one taken care of.” Angelica said before leaving the room.

“Heh. Any takers?” Calvin asked the two Frost sisters.

“Pig.” Adrienne snorted.

Calvin moved to get up.

“That wasn't a no.” She said as she put a hand on his chest.

In the Kitchen....

“You're unusually domestic.” Felicia said to Ben as he moved about the room, making breakfast.

“You complaining?” Ben asked as he flipped the omelet.

“Not complaining, just making an observation.” She said quickly. “You are the one who brings home and cooks the bacon after all.”

“Darn right.” Ben grinned. “You seem really relaxed now that we're back here.”

“That Cordelia person over at Xavier's was giving me the evil eye for some reason. Made me twitchy.” Felicia said as she sipped her coffee. “Where do you get this?” She asked him.

“Columbia.” Ben said as he set a plate down in front of her.

“Worth the trip.” She said as she finished her first cup of coffee. “More please?”

Ben laughed. “Sure.”

The Daily Bugle....

“You guys run out of headlines?” A voice asked from above.

Robbie Robertson looked up. “In my defense, I was on vacation.” He said to his visitor.

“Well, I'm not a mutant. I'm something else.” Spider-Man told the Managing Editor.

“What exactly? Are you an alien?” Robbie asked.

“I'm an Avatar.” Spider-Man said. “I represent the Spider. It's kind of obvious.”

“Not really. Anyone can put on a themed suit.” Robbie countered. “Avatar of the Spider? How'd that happen?”

“I got chosen.” Spider-Man said with a shrug. “That's enough of a story for now. I expect either a retraction or an apology. I don't go around fighting super powered nut cases for fun you know.”

“That's still up for debate.” Robbie said. “I'll see what I can do.”

Spider-Man nodded. “Do something. I thought this paper was going somewhere when it restarted. I guess I was wrong.”

Robbie sighed as the masked man left his office. “I can't even have two freaking days. Dammit Jonah.”

Xavier's Place...

“Come on gang, we've only got two more weeks until school's out for summer.” Scott said to the group. “If I can go back when they know I'm a mutant, you all can go as well.”

“You heard him.” Xander said. “We load up the vans in five minutes.”

“Guess the vacation's over.” Tabitha Smith sighed. “Fun while it lasted.”

“Summer vacation's around the corner.” Sam said. “Maybe we could do something fun then.”

“But we were just getting into the fun rounds of the tournament.” Tabitha whined.

“We can still play video games after school.” Sam reminded her.

“Fine.” She huffed.

Bayville High....

“Ah, picketers, how nice.” Principal Kelley said with a grin. “That should discourage them.”

He watched the two vans from Xavier's Institute pull up to the school and the children get out without a single peep from the crowd of angry townsfolk. The blond teen looked up at the window Kelley was looking out of and smirked.

“Frost.” Kelley growled. He looked around for the news cameras and all of them were pointed elsewhere. “Dammit.” He swore. “So much for plan A.”

In Xander's Van....

“That went well.” Xander said with a grin.

“It did.” Cordelia agreed. “I have to say that wasn't a bad idea.”

“For now.” Xander nodded. “Come on, we've got finals.”

“Damn Junior College.” Cordelia muttered.

“We'll be transferring in the fall.” Xander said. “Just a few more days.”

“Bigger and better things.” She agreed. “Let's get to it!”

South Dakota....

Eric sighed as he sipped his coffee. Things were warming up and he was enjoying the sunrise from his balcony. He looked out to the dawn and swore softly. “They found us.” He muttered. “Damn media vultures.”

Sighing, he walked back into his room and found his bathrobe. He needed to wake the household before finding out what the media wanted.

Five minutes later....

Trish Tilby stared, incredulous as a white haired man in a blue bathrobe and slippers flew from the main house to the gates. “Frank, tell me you're getting this.” She said to her cameraman.

“We are.” Her coworker said quietly. “It's fucking weird but we're getting it.”

“Can I help you?” Eric said as he floated down to the ground, cup of coffee still in hand.

“We heard there were a large number of... unusual people living here. We wanted to know if that was true.” Trish Tilby said after identifying herself.

“This place is a sanctuary for mutants.” Eric said softly. “We house what society would consider the undesirables among others.”

“Why?” Trish asked.

Eric idly rubbed his forearm. On it was a half faded numbered tattoo. “We offer protection because some things from history shouldn't be repeated.”

/Hello Emmy/ Trish Tilby thought. “May we come inside?” She asked.

Eric nodded. “Follow me.” He told them, and the gates swung open as if by their own.

Bayville High....

“I should have known something was wrong with you.” Duncan Matthews said to Jean Grey.

“Yes, you and your brilliant intellect deduced I was not what I seemed.” Jean said while she rolled her eyes. “I'm a mutant. I've been mutant as long as you've known me. Let it go Duncan.”

“To think I tried going out with you.” Duncan sneered.

“Tried being the key word. You're still not good enough for me Duncan. You never were really.” Jean sighed. “Are you done being stupid yet?”

“Bitch.” Duncan said before storming off.

“Guess not.” She said before turning back to her lunch.

“Head's up.” Emma said as someone threw an apple at them. She telekinetically redirected it to land on the table.

Fred grabbed the apple and bit into it. “All this staring is getting me stressed out. I eat when I'm stressed.”

“We'll work it off later.” Emma assured him. “Just don't provoke anyone.”

“What if someone hits me?” Fred asked her.

“Then they'll be the ones in trouble. Not your fault it'll probably break their hands.” Scott said with a shrug as another piece of food landed on the table. “Sweet. I wanted another slice of pizza.”

“Boys.” Jean sighed while Emma laughed.

Elsewhere in the cafeteria...

“Plan C then.” Principal Kelley frowned. “Nothing phases these things. It's almost like they can... No.”

Kelley ran for the relative safety of his office.

SHIELD Holding Center...

The Warden looked up from his newspaper as the building shook slightly. He double checked the monitors before pushing a button.

“Contact Fury.” he told his assistant. “The Goblin's awake.”

The building shook again slightly.

The warden pushed the button again. “Also, It seems like he's angry.”

“Yes sir.” His assistant replied.

Four Freedoms Plaza....

Reed Richards looked over the taped interview of the life form that Doom had sent him. “Curious.” He said as he made some notes. “I wonder what he did to it in order for it to have become it's own entity? More of his tinkering perhaps. Galactus... That sounds familiar.” He said as he ran the name through some of the records he'd salvaged from various ships he'd found in the Negative Zone. “Oh dear.” He said softly.

“There has to be a way to defeat him, or at least drive him off.” He said as he searched the records. “The Ultimate Nullifier... “ He trailed off. “He keeps the only weapon he fears. Such power, capable of unmaking the devourer or worlds.... That might be the only way. But how to get it?”

He sighed. He needed to contact Victor. Perhaps the Arcane would have a solution where science did not.


“Dancing Queen...” the Alien sang.

Victor felt like slamming his head into one of the castle walls. He'd introduced music to the life form and it began remembering songs from its last host. An ABBA fan, Doom was not.

He looked up. He thought he heard the phone ringing. A diversion.... “Excellent.” Doom said softly before near running down the hall.

Anything was better than.... that.

Massachusetts Academy....

“Vance...” Angelica said to her 'friend'

He wasn't paying attention.

“Vance.” She said again.

“Shh.... Jazzercise.” Vance said, his eyes never wavering from his target.

“Lord give me strength.” Angelica muttered. She was considering blasting him in a very sensitive spot, but that would end up being counterproductive. So she did something else to get his attention. She flashed him.

She suddenly had his full and unwavering attention.

Angelica smirked.

In the distance, Felicia Hardy continued her exercise routine uninterrupted.

South Dakota....

“I must say, this is quite a story.” Trish Tilby said as she finished interviewing all who wanted their stories heard. “So many of you have had such a terrible time before coming here. I'm surprised you've gotten by as well as you have.”

“We had help.” Callisto said as she scratched a scar on her arm. “We would still be living underground if it hadn't been for them.”

“Who?” Trish asked. “Who paid for all of this?”

“That's still got to be a secret I'm afraid.” Eric told her. “He likes his privacy. He's a secret humanitarian.”

“But whoever has helped you has done so much here, why hide it?” Trish asked.

“He doesn't like the spotlight.” Eric said. “Let's just leave it at that. I would appreciate if you positioned this either in a sympathetic or objective light Ms. Tilby. I would hate to have to see our lives skewed by someone else's idea of what the 'truth' is.”

“I'll do my best to keep everything in this, but there will still be a lot of editing involved. There's just so much to tell.” She told him. “Thank you very much for this opportunity.”

“You were the first one here.” Eric said with a shrug. “First come first serve applies here I suppose.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” She said before she and her camera man headed back towards their van. Neither one said anything until they left the compound, passing several other news vehicles parked alongside the road. She'd beaten them all to the punch. She was definitely going to get an Emmy out of this.

Four Freedoms Plaza....

“We may be able to summon it, but it would take an unknown amount of arcane energy to do so.” Doom said. “That's power I cannot produce easily. I would need help.”

Reed nodded. “It would be worth a shot, but we can't do anything until this Galactus appears. Until then, we need to recruit those we can trust on this. Any that fit the criteria you need to fuel this.... 'spell'.” Reed said. “If we can succeed in this, the Earth would be spared. For that, I'm willing to work with you. Even if you've stolen that life form from me.”

“I was one of many attempting to retrieve it Richards. I succeeded where others did not. If it had not been me, it would have been someone else.” Doom said.

“Were you the one responsible for the hallucinogen at the parade?” Reed asked.

“I would never do something so..... tacky.” Doom said with an air of distaste. “No. That I believe was the action of the one known as the 'Green Goblin'. A fool by any measure.”

Reed nodded. “All right Victor. If you could send me the data on the life form....”

“Once I'm done.” Victor grinned.

“Agreed.” Reed said with a nod before closing the channel. Every time he worked with Doom he felt like he needed a shower afterwards.

Xavier's Place...

“So how was everyone's day in school?” Charles asked the assembled group at the dinner table.

“It could have gone better.” Jean admitted as she passed some of the vegetables over to Jamie.

“Well it was without a huge incident, but we still need to be careful.” Scott said.

Logan looked up from his pudding. “I think we've got company.” He said as he stood. “The defenses should take care of them.”

“They're still set to sedate right?” Charles asked him.

Logan smirked.

“Right Logan?” Xavier asked again, with a more worried tone.

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