The Great Goddess Jean Grey

“How do we get in touch with them, Tessa?”

The women were clustered around Sage, who had her laptop out and was briskly pressing keys. She smiled. “Elementary. We look in Charles’ files for the villains we’re interested in.”

The woman typed in his password, jeangrey, and soon his computer files were open. “Now let me see. Is there anyone special we’ve been lusting after?”

Rogue blushed a little. “I’ve always been kinda partial to Magneto, but he never looked once at me …”

“Hm.” Tessa looked at his file and wrote his contact information down. “Should I just go down the list?”

“Sure. I cannot remember every villain there is, anyway.” Storm leaned over her shoulder.

“Okay … Apocalypse.”

A chorus of “No!” rang through the room.

“Sinister.”

Kitty giggled. “Kinda cute, but no way. He’d just clone us if he wanted us.”

“Sabretooth?”

“Ew.” Rogue shuddered. “I want to get fucked, not raped.”

“Quicksilver.”

“Yes.” Storm smoothed back her hair. “What? I’ve always been partial to white haired men. Besides, it’s not fair to ask Magneto without asking his son, too.”

“We had better hope his pelvis does not work as fast as his legs, however, or you shall be vastly disappointed.” The others laughed as Sage wrote down his information and gave it to Storm.

“Avalanche.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kitty held up her hand and Sage lobbed the page at her with his information.

“Pyro.”

“Dibs.”

“Two of them, Kitty?” Sage looked skeptical, and Kitty blushed a little.

“Well, if one’s busy, the other can … besides, I’m really, really sick of being a virgin.”

“I suppose you are.” Sage turned to the screen again and flipped through files quickly, then wrote something down. “I believe I am set.”

“Who did you choose?” Storm tried to get a look at the paper in Sage’s hand, but the woman stuffed it into her mouth and started chewing.

“Aw, come on. We told you.” Kitty pouted a little.

“It’s okay. Mags will probably end up with her anyway. I can’t have sex with anybody as it is.” Rogue turned away and sighed. “I just … I wish, sometimes.”

Sage swallowed the paper. “I do not believe it would be a problem. His control of magnetic fields should be sufficient to both protect himself and thoroughly screw you. Now, who will place her call first?”

“Come on, Sage. Tell us.” Storm pressed down on the woman’s shoulders.

“I do not wish to say. I think we should, however, make sure the house will be clear. I certainly do not want to be interrupted.”
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The phone in Avalanche’s and Pyro’s apartment rarely rang, so when it did this morning, both men jumped in their seats on the couch. “I’ll get it,” Avalanche called as he walked over to the wall phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, um, can I speak to either Pyro or Avalanche, please?” It was a nervous girl’s voice. Avalanche covered the mouthpiece.

“Hey, Py, I think it’s Mystique. Are we home?”

“Sure, mate.” Pyro never looked away from the screen. “Always at home to Misty.”

“This is Avalanche.” He waited, and she gasped.

“Um, this is Kitty Pryde. I wanted to ask you something.”

“You did?” He scratched his head. Was this a set-up?

“Yeah. Could you and Pyro come over to the mansion? I’m, uh, thinking about joining with you. I mean, joining you.”

“Really.” She sounded pretty weird.

“Oh, yeah. All the time. So, um, can you come?” She let out a nervous laugh, and Avalanche knew this was going to be trouble.

“Oh, sure. Just give us an hour or two, and we’ll be there.”

“Good! I thought maybe you would come. Bye!” She hung up on another nervous laugh, and he tapped Pyro on the shoulder.

“Trouble?” The blond man looked up at him.

“Probably. Invite from the X-men’s KiPrydPryde. Wants us to come over because she wants to join us.”

“Going, are you?” Pyro cracked his neck.

“If you’ll come along, fully loaded. I don’t trust her. She was giggling too much.” He was already getting into his armored suit.

“Sure. If we’re lucky, we might get to burn away that uniform of hers some.” Pyro languidly arose and started collecting his gear.
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As usual, Quicksilver was out running when his cell phone rang. “Yo.”

“Pietro Maximoff? This is Ororo Munroe.”

He kept running. “So?”

“I believe we should meet. I have a matter of some urgency to discuss with you.”

“Why should I care?” He ran through the park, past the empty swings.

“It would be very pleasant for you.”

“Really.” He jumped over a dead tree absently. “Why?”

She sighed. “I want to join with you and make your cause my own.”

He blinked. “Thirty minutes.” He hung up the phone. More like twenty-five, actually. He wasn’t too far away. Butwas was going to give himself a little time to prepare once he reached the mansion.
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Erik Lensherr did not often give himself a vacation from fighting for mutant rights. Well, to be honest, his right to rule mutants. But this week, he had given himself time off to learn the art of bonsai making. As he carefully pruned his own tiny tree, giving a rare smile, his private emergency number rang.

He nearly killed the plant, but managed to drop his tools on his foot instead and reached for the phone. “What is wrong, my son?”

“Not quite.” A female voice with a sweet Southern accent reached his ear.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?” A prank call? They would feel the wrath of Magneto …

“Sugar, it’s Rogue. Remember? From the X-men?”

“Yes,” he said cautiously, bringing up his personal magnetic fields and sweeping his condo with them.

“Well, I was thinking about some of the stuff you said, how mutants should all lord it over humans and so on. It was pretty interesting.”

The X-men did not appear to be anywhere near his condo. He relaxed a little. “Was it.”

“Yeah. So I was wondering if you wanted to come over and talk to me about it some more. I’m getting pretty tired of the standard ‘we always try to help’ line of the X-men, ya know?”

“Really.” This was a trap. An obvious trap. But Magneto could not be caught by obvious traps. “Very well. I shall meet you … where?”

“Oh, I’ll be in my room in the mansion. I’m sure you can find it.” She hung up, and he grinned. A chance to corrupt the X-men from within … indeed, he was going to New York right away.
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The man on the phone snarled. “What?”

“Arrogant bastard would say that.”

“Oh. Really.”

“You better hope I don’t catch you, bitch, because when I do, I’m proving him wrong!”

The phone slammed down, and his evil eyes danced in the yellow lamplight.

“Well, well, well. I’ve got a New York state of mind …”
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Sage nodded as Jean drove off cheerfully. “That’s the last of them. She has them running errands that should take them all at least until midnight.”

Storm finished her call and ran up to her attic room. Rogue took the phone and dialed Magneto’s number.

Sage nodded and went upstairs, slipping into Logan’s room.