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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.
“Ms Munroe, can I talk to you?” Amara Aquilla said softly to one of the current house mothers of Xavier's little slice of mutant heaven/haven.
“Sure. What's up?” Ororo asked her with a smile. “Are you all packed and ready to go for the trip?”
“Umm... it's about that. I was doing some reading... and I found something that reminded me of my plane trip here.” Amara told her.
Ororo raised an eyebrow. “Tell me what's bothering you.”
“Have you ever read the mythology about Hercules?” Amara asked her. “About some of the creatures he fought?”
Ororo stared at her. “Amara, you're not a creature.”
“Just, it's better if I show you. It's hard to explain.” Amara said. “It's in the library.”
Ororo nodded and followed the young girl. Whatever was troubling her, it seemed pretty serious.
Los Angeles, Hyperion Hotel....
“Where have you been?” Felicia asked Ben as he came into the hotel.
“Out gambling.” Ben said as he put a briefcase onto the main counter. “We needed some scratch for base materials this place is going to need after we get it inspected.”
“So we're going to refurbish this place ourselves, but have inspectors tell us what's wrong with it?” Felicia asked him as she picked the lock on the briefcase and half squealed at all the money inside of it.
“Easy, it's for the place.” Ben told her.
She snagged one bundle and put it in her cleavage. “You can always come and get it from me.” She grinned.
“Maybe later.” Ben grinned. “You keep that one, maybe we can roll around in it later.”
“There's not enough to roll around in.” She pouted.
He handed her two more stacks. “That should do it.” He said as he reached into his pocket. “Oh yeah, I promised you something shiny.”
“What did you get me?” She asked as she bounced a little.
He pulled out a white gold necklace with one large and two smaller emeralds in it. “White gold, real emeralds.”
“Hmm... 22 karat/palladium mix.” She said as she snatched the necklace from his hand. “Acceptable.”
“Good, because I got one for Jennifer too. It should really bring out her eyes.” Ben said as he pulled out another necklace from his other pocket.
“You're too good to us.” She said as she grabbed the other necklace and played with it. “Why?”
“You both remind me of someone I lost.” Ben sighed. “That's all I can say.”
“You're talking about your original's wife aren't you?” She asked him.
“You're both not her, I know that. But there's a spark in each of you that I'm attracted to.” Ben explained. “Can't help who you love right?” He shrugged.
“You love us?” Felicia asked, surprised.
“It's early, but that's how it feels.” Ben told her.
“We are so rolling around in money later.” She said before kissing him.
“The story of Antaeus?” Ororo said as she looked over the myth. “This is what you wanted to show me?”
“Do you know the story?” Amara asked her.
“I do.” Ororo nodded. “He was beaten because he lost contact with the Earth.”
“I felt... disconnected on the flight here from home. I don't want to feel that again.” Amara said softly.
“You really don't want to go on this trip do you?” Ororo asked.
“I don't.” Amara told her. “It's just a feeling.”
“We'd have to find temporary accommodations for you.” Ororo told her. “The Massachusetts team is out in Los Angeles, so the best option would be the sanctuary in South Dakota. That is if you really don't want to go.”
“I'm sorry. I know everyone was looking forward to this cruise.” Amara said, looking down. “I don't want to be a bother.”
“It's all right Amara. I'll tell you a secret.” Ororo said softly. “I'm claustrophobic. I have been since I was a small child.”
“I didn't know that.”Amara said softly. “I won't tell anyone.”
“Thank you.” Ororo smiled. “Let's see about getting you a place to crash.”
“Is Jennifer here?” An Asian man asked as he entered the hotel.
Ben recognized him. “Bruce, how are you doing?” He asked as he walked up to shake the man's hand.
“Forty days without incident.” Bruce told him. “Little chance of Ross finding me thanks to you.”
“How did you know to look for her here?” Ben asked.
“I called her Dad. Said I was a friend from college and lost her cell number.” Bruce said. “He asked if knew that fool who defiled his daughter and infected her with a gambler's mindset.”
Ben shrugged. “He really doesn't like me.”
“I gathered that much.” Bruce smirked. “You evil, cousin defiler you.”
“So what brings you here?” Ben asked.
“I figured I'd stick with family for a while. Stay under the radar with people I trust.” Bruce told him. “Maybe have access to some of that equipment I saw back at that mansion.” He hinted.
“You want to work towards a cure.” Ben said. “I get that, I do. I still think you might be going about this the wrong way. Control might be a better project.”
“It's complicated. I've come to believe that I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. My father wasn't the best of people. There are parts of my childhood I don't remember. Injuries I can't recall getting... The Hulk. It isn't just me transformed. It's another person.” Bruce said. “I've never been all that great at showing some emotions. This might be why.”
“I know a man, a powerful psychic.” Ben said. “But the power you have... it's like rage made manifest. He'd need help from a few others in order to help you.”
“Will you help me, if I can't stop the transformations through science?” Bruce asked him.
“I'll do what I can.” Ben promised. “Let me show you around.”
The Daily Globe....
“This is great stuff Ms. Watson.” Jack Jackson said as he looked over the photos and the articles. “We've got enough to run weekend spots for two months. Hell, this would be better in 'Time' if we could clean up the writing a bit.”
“I did my best to shorten it down.” Mary Jane told him “There was so much source material, it was hard to. These people are my friends.”
“It shows in your writing.” Jackson said. “We'll run them. But you might want to keep the full articles, the ones you didn't trim down together. It might make a good book one day. You've got a lot of promise kid.”
“Thank you sir.”
Jackson wrote her a voucher. “Go get your check.” he told her. “I don't want to see you for at least a month. Be sure to come back with more if you can.”
Mary Jane stared at the voucher. “You got it!” She said as she nearly ran to payroll.
“What did you do?” Stephen Strange asked Xander as he got a good look at the young man.
“What do you mean?” Xander asked as he looked down at himself. “I didn't stain my tie again did I?”
“There was something out in the city yesterday. I was preoccupied at the time... what did you do?” Stephen asked.
“Thor and Loki were fighting on the the street and I took them out for burgers and beer.” Xander shrugged. “What's the harm?”
“You gave offerings directly to gods and you ask what the harm is?” Stephen shouted.
Xander blinked. “When you put it that way.... oops?”
Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose. “You've been thrice blessed. What did you do?”
“Gave Loki a doggie bag to give to Odin.” Xander shrugged.
“What did you feed them?” Strange asked.
“Black Label Burgers.” Xander said. “I figured the best right?”
“A twenty-six dollar burger... Gold and flesh.” Strange sighed. “You're going to live in interesting times.”
“Don't I already?” Xander asked with a shrug. “So what's been going on with you?”
“This and that.” Strange said. He stared at him. “Do you have a brother?”
“Three.” Xander said.
“A twin perhaps? Your aura has changed.” Stephen said.
“I was cloned.” Xander told him.
“That explains that then.” Strange said.
“Do I want to know?” Xander asked him.
“Probably not.” Strange told him. “How's your wife doing?”
A basement apartment, three blocks away....
Cordelia looked up from her work. “It's probably nothing.” She said to herself before looking back at the books laid out before her. “If I invest in several short term CDs, I can gain some quick interest, but the housing market.... no. I'll buy property to own it, not as an investment.”
Back at Sanctum Sanctorum....
“She's good.” Xander said. “We're taking a bit of a break from life over at Xavier's.”
“Life there isn't exactly quiet I take it?” Strange chuckled.
“Hardly ever is.” Xander grinned. “I'm not sure if that's because of me, or how it is in general.”
“It's not just you.” Strange assured him.
“You're sure you don't want to go on the cruise?” Charles Xavier asked Amara.
“I don't sir.” Amara said. “I don't like being out in the water or in the air. I feel... sick when I do that.”
“Ororo told me of what you found.” Charles said. “There may be some truth to that theory. If that is what you wish, we can find a place for you to stay.”
“Can't I stay here?” Amara asked.
“Even Moira and Kevin are going to be gone for a few days.” Charles told her. “It's not that I don't trust you, but we can't leave you here alone. We're putting the mansion on lock down while everyone is gone.”
Amara nodded. This was a big house and she didn't want to be the only person here. “I can stay at the sanctuary in South Dakota right?”
“Yes, I'll call Eric. We all leave tomorrow.” Xavier told her. “It's just for a two weeks.”
“I know sir. Thanks for taking the time to listen.” Amara said softly.
“I'm here if you need to talk Amara.” Charles said to her. “I may have a lot going on right now, but all of you are welcome to speak with me. That won't change as long as I run this place.”
“Bruce, Ben told me I could find you here.” Jennifer said as she peeked her head into the suite Bruce had taken.
“What's up Jennifer?” Bruce asked as he looked up from his notes.
“I got you a housewarming present.” Jennifer said as she came in with an unwrapped cardboard box.
Bruce opened the box and snorted. “Ear plugs and Valerian root.”
“So you can ignore the noise of the renovations and the Valerian Root is good for anxiety.” She told him.
“Thanks Jen. Seriously.... why have you hooked up with these guys? You have a chance at a normal life. Being in a relationship with anyone in the growing number of superpowered people can lead to trouble.”
“It's... hard to explain.” Jennifer said as she sat down on the bed. “The way Ben looks at me... I've never felt like that before. It's like he sees all of me and worships me for it. He makes me feel loved and accepted, like I'm strong and more than I know I am.”
“I had a girl like that once.” Bruce sighed.
“What happened?” Jennifer asked.
“The Hulk happened.” Bruce told her.
“Shit, I'm sorry.” Jennifer said.
“It's not your fault.” Bruce told her. “So, when's lunch in this place?”
“We'll go down and see what we can scrounge up.” Jennifer told him. “If not, we can send out for food.”
“This place has a decent kitchen right?” Bruce asked.
“It will. Once we get it up to snuff.” Jennifer told him. “We don't even have a working fridge at the moment.”
“This is a real money pit huh?” Bruce asked.
“But it has character.” She told him
“Are you sure that isn't mold?” He asked her.
Somewhere else in Los Angeles....
“What did you mean it wasn't supposed to be like this?” Faith asked Whistler once the demon had reappeared.
The whole group had holed up in a run down warehouse after taking out the vampires that had been living there.
“Everything is wrong. What's worse is we can't do anything about it.” Whistler said. “Rat Breath was supposed to help the Slayer on the Hellmouth then go and find his destiniy here. Instead he left too early and has been working with you twits. It was hard enough getting the four of you together.”
“I had a destiny here?” Angel asked. “Doing what?”
“It's not important now.” Whistler told him. “That Harris kid has ruined everything.”
“How?” The Watcher asked.
“He's been blessed by a couple of gods. That blessing extends beyond the present. He's been protected his whole life because of it. We can't interfere in what he does, and everything he does is chaos. Millennia of plans have been ruined by one mortal.” Whistler explained.
“Who's plans?” The watcher asked. “If being blessed by gods is a problem, who's plans did that change?” the Watcher demanded.
Whistler didn't answer her.
“Balance demon.... How is it balance if there is only one or two slayers and a whole mess of vampires? What about all the other evil demons out there?” Doyle asked. “What good do these visions do when so much else happens every night that we can't stop?”
“I'll be going now.” Whistler said before vanishing.
“This is shit.” Faith said. “I can't believe we've been led around this long because of some visions someone sent us. What are the powers that be anyways?”
“Middle management I guess.” Angel shrugged. He still wanted to become human. The Shanshu was the only way.
“I believe this is where we part ways.” Faith's Watcher said. “While documented as a useful tool, the visions you've received haven't always led to fewer deaths. There has been more than one time where we've had to stop pursuing a group of demons to respond to a vision. By the time we catch up to our first target, the damage has been done. We've been working on balance, not winning the fight.”
“What can we do?” Faith asked.
“We consult the books, but if history is any example... balance has been what being a slayer is all about. Holding the line, not ending it.” Her watcher told her.
“Fuck it, I'm out.” Faith said before walking out of the warehouse.
“So this is it then?” Doyle asked. “We're breaking up the band?”
“I suppose it is.” The Watcher said. “It's been... fun.” She said before following her charge.