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.
“What's up?” Ben said to Xander as he sat down in the booth.
“Buffy sent me a letter.” Xander said as he passed it over to his clone. “Seems there's a secret ingredient in an upcoming energy drink that's very bad for mutants.”
Ben read the letter and sighed. “You try buying out the company?”
“I did.” Xander nodded. “No go. I'm not going to tell you exactly what the guy said, even when he was approached by a third party to buy his whole company... he reacted badly. He's going through with this. I don't dare tell him his product is toxic to mutants. Can you imagine what people would do when they learned there's a specific herb that's only poisonous to mutants? People would be slipping it into everything.”
“So what's the plan?” Ben asked. “He have insurance?”
“Out the wazoo.” Xander told him. “He's been scanned and he'd use the fact that it's lethal to mutants to his own advantage. So there's only one real option...”
“Framing him for insurance fraud.” Ben said. “We'd need ready made bombs and the necessary products purchased by him as well as his prints being all over them. For that, we're going to need a telepath.”
“Emma volunteered.” Xander told him. “Provided she gets her mind wiped of it afterward. This drink needs to never make it on the market.”
“Send her on over and we'll get it done. Time frame?” Ben asked.
“Next two days. They go on store shelves in two weeks. We need to eliminate the entire supply.” Xander told him.
“Gotcha.” Ben said with a nod. “How's the wife?”
“Good. How's the cat lady?” Xander asked.
“She still owes me some favors.” Ben grinned.
“This is some very... disturbing news.” Graydon Creed said as he reviewed the information Caleb had given him. “How did you get these?”
“Our lord works in mysterious ways.” Caleb smirked. “I recommend you keep quiet about your true parentage.”
Graydon put the folders into his paper shredder. “You'd better keep quiet as well. Last thing we need is for people to realize humans can be born by those freaks.”
“I won't tell another soul.” Caleb grinned. “Now about the next rally...
Pow-R 8 headquarters.....
“You didn't have to come with.” Ben said to Felicia.
“This is my area.” Felicia countered. “What's with the gas masks?”
“Fumes.” Ben explained. “We've already got enough chemical neutralizer for the tanks before we blow this place up, but none of us need to be exposed to this stuff.”
“Which would explain the suits.” She said as she fiddled with her zipper. “Let's do this.”
Ben nodded and the two made their way into the factory to plant the evidence and the explosives.
“I'm no fool, no sirree!” The Green Goblin sang....
Nick Fury stared at the monitor and shut off the sound. “So is he brain damaged, insane or faking?”
“We can't tell sir.” The warden said. “He reflexively charges up whenever someone approaches the cell and we haven't been able to revert him back to normal. Whatever happened to heal him, has him stuck as the Goblin.”
“So we've got a walking, singing bomb that doesn't like people.” Fury sighed. “Get what you can from the data and DNA we've pulled then take care of it. It's a liability.”
“Sir?” The Warden asked.
“Orders are from higher than me. Osborn's a walking weapon we can't point in any real direction. He's not worth the cost of containing him.” Fury said. “Two weeks.”
“Yes sir.” The Warden nodded.
“Where have you guys been?” Calvin asked as the two 'adults' came into the kitchen.
“Out.” Ben told him. “We had some stuff to take care of.”
Sensing he was holding back, but still telling the truth, Calvin let it go. “So, what do you think about that piece on the sanctuary?”
“I think it was very well done, but other than that, not much. Just so long as people leave this place alone, I'll be happy.” Ben said. “None of you are here.... legally so it'll be good to keep things quiet until all of you reach your majority.”
“Right.” Calvin nodded. “You're not mad about me and the Frost sisters?”
“Nope.” Ben said with a shrug. “If they end up pregnant, well that will be up to all of you to decide what to about that.”
“Right.” Calvin nodded. “I'll be going now.” He said as he vanished from sight.
“I really need to learn to do that.” Felicia sighed.
“We don't know if you can or not.” Ben said. “You may only just have the healing. Which in reality, is a hell of a lot.”
“I know.” She said with a shrug. “Still that makes for easy get aways.”
“It does, doesn't it?” Ben grinned.
The Daily Globe....
“You knew that mutants existed and you didn't say anything?” Jack Jackson asked Peter Parker.
Peter nodded. “I was there working under a famous geneticist. Mutants are an incredibly fascinating group to study, but they're people too. I respected their privacy. I'm still in contact with most of them.”
“They're all mutants in that household? Every one of them?” Jackson asked. “Can you confirm it?”
“No sir, I can't confirm without having genetic samples from all of them. They're good people sir, they just have super powers.” Peter told him.
“Really.... What do they learn there?” Jackson asked.
“How to control their abilities for one. Scott Summers, the one with the optic beams, he couldn't control his powers for years. He had to keep his eyes covered by special glasses in order to see without blasting everything. Most mutations kick in during puberty, it's a time of confusion and uncertainty for everyone. If you add strange new powers or sudden physical changes, people have problems coping.” Peter explained. “It's part school, part halfway house.”
“I've phoned the school. It's true the majority of the students there are in the upper grade percentiles. They really learn things there?” Jackson asked.
“They do more than learn sir, my Aunt has been working on a cookbook with two of the residents there. It's almost ready to be shopped around to some publishers.” Peter explained. “Kurt and Fred really know their stuff.”
“Wait, Fred? As in Fred Dukes?” Jackson asked. “He was unconscious by the time the cameras got on him. What are his abilities?”
“Fred's like a walking tank sir, that's all I can say on that.” Peter told him. “All of this is off the record unless you want this as an article down the road.”
“You any good at writing?” Jackson asked.
“I'm a photographer.” Peter shrugged.
Jackson sighed. “Wait, your girlfriend went with right? Is she any good at writing?”
“She does better than me in English.” Peter told him.
Jackson dug around his desk and handed Peter an AP handbook. “Have her read this. The two of you can consider yourselves on assignment this summer.”
“Yes sir.” Peter said. “What's happening with the ownership of the paper now that Fisk is dead?”
“It's in the air at the moment. Technically the company owning us still exists but the majority of it's 'shareholders' are dead.” Jackson said. “If I had the money, I'd buy it myself.”
Peter nodded and headed out of his boss' office, book in hand.
“You want me to what?” Xander said into the phone. “For how long?”
Cordelia looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow. Xander mouthed 'Ben' to her She nodded and went back to reading.
“I guess we can do that, but you're going to owe me for babysitting those five.” Xander said. “Say five percent of your winnings?” He pulled the phone from his ear. “Fine, three percent?” Xander bartered. “Great. We'll be there then.” He hung up the phone. “Man, where did my clone learn to swear like that?” He asked his wife.
Cordelia shrugged. “We could probably blame television, but he's a big boy now. Where is he going?”
“He and that Felicia girl want to go down to Vegas for a three day trip.” Xander said. “I can't say no. Guy's had it rough and could use some time without the kids.”
“Fine. When is this little excursion going to happen?” Cordelia asked.
“Next weekend.” Xander told her.
She mentally checked her calendar.... “Should be fine.” She said. “Though next time, ask before agreeing out right okay?”
Xander nodded before staring at his wife's bare feet.
Cordelia looked up from her book. “No.” She told him.
Xander ran a finger lightly over the sole of her foot anyways.
“I said no.” Cordelia half giggled as she jerked her feet away from him.
Felicia looked on as Ben ran on the treadmill. “Exactly how fast does that thing go?” She asked Calvin.
Calvin shrugged. “I don't know. I've haven't reached the top end yet.”
“How fast can you go on it?” She asked him.
“Thirty five.” He said. “Still have to work on my speed.”
“People can't run that fast.” Felicia protested.
“I can because Ben can.” Calvin told her. “He only does the long distance running once a week or so.”
“Hmm..” She said as he went to go look at the display. Her eyes widened and she walked back to where Calvin was. “That's just crazy.”
“What's he at?” Calvin asked.
“Eighty Eight miles an hour.” She said. “Are you sure that stuff is accurate?”
“Huh, he's gotten faster then.” Calvin grinned. “And yes, it's accurate. It just takes us a while to build up to that speed.”
“Oh god my eyes!” Anna cried.
“There was a sock on the doorknob for a reason!” Kitty cried as she pulled the covers over her.
“I'll be going...” Anna said as she backed out of the room.
“Mm mph mmm?” Came a muffled voice.
It took Kitty a moment to uncross her eyes but she lifted the covers. “What did you say?”
“I said is it safe?” Todd grinned.
“Are you okay?” Forge asked Anna. She'd come into his lab unannounced and she was paler than normal for her.
“Just.... hold me.” She said quietly as she hugged him.
“Okay... I'm not complaining but what's up?” Forge asked.
“Thing, I can't unsee!” Anna said as she shuddered.
“We can always go to one of the telepaths.” Forge consoled her.
“But then they'd see it!” Anna said. “No one should see that.”
“All right.” Forge said softly.
“It's grown.” Mesmero said softly as he stared at the clone. “Is it ready?”
“Soon.” Essex assured him. “Very soon.”
“Good. I think I've located the key to the next door.” Mesmero said. “We could use the clone to get it.”
“You're certain that you've found the next key?” Essex asked.
“I'm not entirely certain, but I think so.” Mesmero said. “If I'm right we'll be one step closer to freeing him.”
“And if you're wrong?” Essex asked.
“Then we keep searching.” Mesmero told him.