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1X05 – Second Star to the Right – Tag

Jean Paul sat on one of the brick walls which divided different parts of the property, staring up at the night sky, the North Star brightly visible against the backdrop. The next thing he saw was a bottle of beer shoved unceremoniously into his face.

“Thanks, Logan,” JP took the Canadian brew and popped off the lid as the short mutant sat down next to him on the wall.

“It’s only been a couple of days,” Logan pointed out, sipping on his own beer.

“I know,” he took a long draft of the cool liquid.

When JP didn’t say anything further, the other man asked, “Second guessing yourself?”

Dropping his head, the younger mutant sighed, “You were right, if we made her stay she would have caused havoc just to get at me. She blames me for what happened to her, and I can’t say I disagree with her.”

“Part of her blames you,” he corrected, “and don’t forget that.”

“Doesn’t mean that part of her is wrong,” JP shook his head and took another swig of beer.

“Listen, bub,” the Wolverine said gruffly, “I’ve been in her place, been pushed to limits no human or mutant rightly should. It’s the kind of thing you want to forget, any way possible,” he took a quick swig of beer, “and sometimes what you grab onto to stay afloat, well, it’s all you got.”

Jean-Paul considered the other man’s words carefully, glancing over at him, “I never asked how you lost your memories.”

“I lost them,” he said with a shrug, “thing is, the mind is like a barrel of monkeys, you can’t just pick up one memory and toss it away, a dozen go out with it”

The man was being uncharacteristically open with him and JP just didn’t know how to respond.

Logan chugged his booze then continued, “As for your sister, Aurora is just one piece of Jeanne-Marie, one piece, but a person is like a machine, needs all the cogs and wheels to function right. You can’t mill flour without a bedstone, a runner stone, a water wheel, a hopper and shoe, and of course wheat.”

He starred at the older man, “Just how old are you?”

“Old enough,” he gruffed and the conversation fell silence.

Time passed and the two Canadians sat, starring up at the stars. Eventually JP had to ask, “Think there’s hope? That I’ll get my sister back?”

“Don’t know what to tell you, kid,” Logan finished off his beer, “there’s always hope, but be prepared for disappointment.”

“Yeah,” he took another sip of his beer and continued to stare at the North Star…

…

Quicksilver dropped the large plastic storage box onto the table between the two men, popping off the lid, the smell of old paper wafting through the warehouse.

“This all of it?” Magneto asked as he picked up one of the files, idly glancing through it while Courier stood patiently to the side to take the box to its intended location.

“Every file Fuchs hid,” Pietro nodded at the man, pulling a USB drive from his pocket, “I’ve had each one scanned, maybe we can figure out what’s so important in them. Use it against him.”

“I think it’s more that he gave us the menial task of procuring the files,” Magneto tossed the folder back into the box with disgust, “than there actually being anything of importance in them.”

“Right,” the quick footed mutant frowned, putting the lid back onto the box.

“Courier,” Magneto gestured to the man who took a sheet of paper from his portfolio, a peel and stick label, and pressed it against the top.

Taking out his PDA he scanned the barcode, punched a few buttons, then tucked it back into his shirt, “This will be overnighted, he’ll have it by lunchtime tomorrow.”

“No rush,” the Brotherhood leader said blandly.

Courier ignored Magneto’s tone and went to pick up the box when shouts came in the direction of the far side of the room. Turning their heads to look, one of Magneto’s guards, a leather skinned mutant, came flying across the room, hitting a pillar and falling to the ground.

A woman, tall with deep black hair, came walking into the room, dragging another guard in her hand. She stopped several feet from the men, letting the guard drop to the ground passed out, “You the one called Magneto, leader of the Brotherhood?”

Two large pieces of metal came from nowhere and wrapped themselves around the intruder, pinning her in place. She tried to leap up into flight or pull the metal apart but Magneto’s telepathic control over magnetism proved too much for her.

“I am Magneto,” the look on his face was one of curiosity, after all, they were in a warehouse made of metal. A person would have to be stupid to attempt a one-on-one attack here as he just proved.

“Good,” she then paused for a second, seemingly thinking over her next words, “where do I sign up?”

Magneto and Quicksilver exchanged glances, the latter asking, “Aren’t you Jean-Paul Beaubier’s sister?”

“So,” she did her best to look indignant.

“He’s an X-Man,” Pietro countered.

“That’s his problem,” the woman said wryly.

“Well,” Magneto gave a short chuckle, “indeed it is.”

On the next episode of X-Men: The (fan fic) Series…

—“They’re not weapons, they’re people.” – Duncan
“So is a suicide bomber,” – Val

—“Mystique struck again.” – Scott

—“There is no ‘official’ record of a ‘Colonel Trask’, but in conjunction with his name we did find reference to a group called Humanity’s Last Stand.” – Kitty

—“Mystique going after Nimrod or is that our job?” – Avalanche

—“Bobby and I can pose as potential new members and find out where the HLS’s main base is.” – Kitty

—“We must embrace our differences, we must protect those differences. Only then may we know peace.” – William

—“If the Brotherhood shows up then our goal is to keep them from getting to the cargo and letting the trucks escape.” – Scott

— Kitty was face to face with a blue skinned woman with red hair and yellow eyes… Mystique.

Episode 1X06 – The Trask at Hand

1X05 – Second Star to the Right

Written by JayCee

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

Adapted for Television by JayCee

Executive Producer – JayCee
Co-Producer – Chellerbelle
Script Consultant – ginchy

Shooting Location: American Museum of Natural History, New York

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