Multiverse Networking

Chapter 7



Under normal circumstances Emma Frost would have been shocked and outraged upon waking up and finding out that someone had been having sex with her and manipulating her mind while she slept.



But something strange had happened during the process the Stepford Cuckoos had used to awaken her.



While Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe had been in their teacher’s mind, ‘stimulating’ her to get Emma to come out, they had forged a tenuous bond to Frost similar to the connection the sisters shared.



Emma Frost experienced the thoughts and emotions that had led them to this point as thought they were her own.



Phoebe, Celeste, Mindee, and Emma Frost were the Four-in-One.



This group consciousness was a little less powerful, but in some ways far stronger than the Five-in-One. For it possessed the psychic strength of four potent telepaths, as well as Emma’s vast experience and skill (at using such power).



If any of the four women had been their individual selves at that point a lot of time would have been spent on greetings, questions, and debating what to do.



But the Four-in-One had no need for questions, for it knew everything its individual components did, and it thought as One, so there was no need for discussion.



The Three-in-One had become the Four-in-One with the goal of getting back Sophie and Esme, so that’s what they intended to do.



Moving as one the four women approached Sophie’s bed.



The Four-in-One used its great power to scan Sophie’s brain.



Without Esme’s subtle interference and with Emma’s vast experience at its disposable, the group easily detected the damage that had been inflicted since she had come to this infirmary.



And the psychic signature of the one that had caused it.



But the Four-in-One put the revelation of Esme’s treachery aside for now. It had more immediate concerns.



The women tried using their combined power to reverse all the damage. Neural pathways were restored, brain tissue was revitalized, and psychic energy was pumped in (in an effort to ‘jump start’ Sophie’s brain).



Without Esme sabotaging their efforts and guided by Emma’s skill, the Four-in-One made excellent progress, and within minutes all the purely physical damage was fixed. Unfortunately, all the failed healings and wounds inflicted since the initial injury had caused psychic damage as well.



The safest and most conventional thing to do would be to slowly heal the psychic damage while gently coaxing Sophie back to consciousness.



If Emma had been her normal self this is what she would have done. However, the Stepford Cuckoos lack of success at using conventional methods to wake Sophie in the past, combined with their recent success at bringing back Emma Frost (along with the confidence it gave them), made the Four-in-One have little patience for normal telepathic guidelines and methods.



The group consciousness decided that it would use the same method to heal and awaken Sophie as it had used on Emma.



Since Sophie was their sister, and Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee weren’t comfortable with the idea of incest, the Four-in-One decided that Emma would be the only one who had direct contact with the comatose Cuckoo.



The former White Queen quickly stripped the younger mutant of her hospital gown and other garments. Then she gently lay upon Sophie’s still form. Her large bosom resting against the comatose Cuckoo’s budding breasts.



Emma stared into Sophie’s pretty young face as she softly kissed her. However, the young telepath remained unresponsive, even as the Four-in-One (through Frost) reached for her mind.



Sophie’s consciousness was not actively hiding as Emma’s had been. However, due to everything that had happened to the young woman, Sophie’s conscious mind was somewhat scattered and diffused.



The Four-in-One searched in Sophie’s mind for memories of intimacy and sexual satisfaction…and found little.



Sophie was a virgin.



Still, like most teenagers she had fantasies, and the Four-in-One explored those.



The most vivid of these was one Sophie had of the famous shape changing mutant model Nicolas Bluestone.



The shape shifter Nicolas had no other known powers, but his shape shifting abilities were at least equal to those of the mutant terrorist Raven Darkholme. Unlike Mystique however, he had chosen to use his gifts to conquer the fashion industry.



Nicolas Bluestone usually took the form of a muscular, tall man with light blue skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, and magnificent angel wings (virtually no one knew what he really looked like, it was even rumored that he was actually a woman).



And this was the form Sophie imagined the model in.



The shape shifter rescued the young telepath from a group of merciless Sentinels. After effortlessly demolishing the giant mutant hunting robots, Nicolas Bluestone flew Sophie to his luxurious Manhattan home.



Bluestone’s handsome servants catered to her every need, while the super model himself chatted with her about her life.



Nicolas listened attentively as Sophie told him about her hopes and dreams, and he waited until she was completely comfortable and at ease before touching her.



When he finally did, the young Stepford welcomed his touch. Practically purring as his strong hands caressed her soft young flesh.



The Four-in-One keenly felt it as the phantom Nicolas tenderly kissed Sophie in the dream world. Though they had meant to stay removed from the fantasy, Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee found themselves unable to do so when part of their group mind was immersing herself in it.



However, as the mutant model gently slipped off Sophie’s clothes, he began to shift to the form of Emma Frost.



This was a side effect of Emma taking more and more control of the dream world, as she immersed herself more and more into Sophie’s fantasy world to take control of it and draw the younger woman out of herself.



Sophie barely noticed, however the other Cuckoos present suddenly found themselves making love to their sister in the dream form of their teacher.



They cupped her little breasts in Emma’s knowing hands, and caressed the warm flesh of her mound with the side of Frost’s cheek.



In the real world, none of the women had actually moved since the fantasy began. However their bodies had responded as though they were literally participating in the love making they imagined.



While in the dream world, the phantom Emma Frost had positioned Sophie in a sitting position with her ass on the edge of a couch, and her legs spread. With Emma kneeling between her trembling young thighs.



Sophie stared down at her blonde teacher’s nude voluptuous form. Watching Emma’s large bosom shake as the blonde telepath breathed heavily.



Afraid of what she knew was going to happen next.



Emma grasped the back of Sophie’s neck and pulled the younger woman into a tender kiss, her tongue exploring inside the Stepford Cuckoos mouth. Then Emma’s right hand wormed its way inside Sophie’s virgin vagina.



The blue eyed telepath gasped into Emma’s mouth as she felt the fingers enter her tight portal. Stretching the flesh in a way no one ever had before.



Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee experienced it strongly too, and they felt as though they were both pushing their fingers inside their sister’s cunny, and having fingers slip inside their own tender young vaginas.



Suddenly the fingers inside Sophie encountered a barrier.



It was her hymen.



Emma’s hand paused briefly. Then it was shoved forward.



All of the women cried out in both the real and dream worlds.



The shock of the loss of her maidenhead (even though it was just a phantom one) shocked Sophie awake, and ended the fantasy.



Sophie opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Emma Frost’s face.



The Stepford Cuckoo was initially shocked and confused by the circumstances of her awakening. But Phoebe, Celeste, Mindee, and Emma began to psychically send her feelings of love and affection.



Emma sat up and clasped her student to her, then the rest of the Four-in-One hugged their sister and their teacher.



As her teacher and her sisters embraced her physically and metaphorically, Sophie calmed down. Resting in their embrace and strangely sated and at peace.







A few hours later Doctor Hank McCoy walked into the infirmary to make a routine check up on Sophie and Emma.



Then the large blue furred mutant gaped in shock as he found Sophie, Mindee, Celeste, Phoebe, and Emma Frost naked and asleep upon Sophie’s bed.



However, the sound of his entrance awoke the four women.



This scene of apparent intimacy immediately made Beast think of the revelation he had recently had regarding Emma and the Stepford Cuckoos family connection.



But due to the fact that the doctor was in a room full of nosy telepaths, it remained a secret for all of five seconds.



The revelation that they had just committed incest was intensely shocking to Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee. Especially considering the fact that they had initiated it.



They abruptly cut their psychic connection to Emma Frost, then fled from the room. Rudely brushing past the mutant doctor on the way out.



Sophie stood up more slowly.



Then she gave her mother and look of hurt and betrayal. Running from the room just as tears began to trail down her cheeks.



Hank walked over to the bed and sat down beside Emma Frost. Giving the shaken telepath a careful once over.



Emma Frost may have recovered from her coma but she didn’t appear well.



Her body was drenched in sweat and she seemed shaken and upset. Emma’s breathing was also rapid and she appeared to be trembling slightly.



“You didn’t know…did you?” Beast said sympathetically.



“No” Emma whispered as she fought to hold in her tears.



*****





Wolverine was angry.



But paralyzed and confined to a cell, there was little the former Canadian soldier could do about it.



Time passed slowly in the drab little cell, and Logan became increasingly frustrated. Without control of his arms and legs and with no one to talk to, Wolverine could not attempt escape or even try to learn more about the situation.



Moreover, although he would never admit it, his continued paralysis scared Logan a little.



During his long, violent life the regenerating mutant had become very hardened to physical pain and the prospect of death.



However, the prospect of being left weak and helpless was something that the proud and self reliant Logan DID fear.



Especially considering the fact that his regeneration could enable him to live for a very very long time.



Fortunately, long before Wolverine’s fear could overwhelm him the door to his cell opened and an illithid walked in.



Like all the Mind Flayers Logan had seen before, this one had mauve skin, clawed four fingered hands, white eyes, and a head that was vaguely octopus like in shape.

However, he was far taller than any other Mind Flayer Wolverine had encountered, and the illithid had six facial tentacles instead of the normal four (two of which reached down almost to his feet).



Furthermore, he was the only Mind Flayer Wolverine had seen wearing a (dark blue) silk robe.



“I am Archon…leader of the Iberian Ministry of Security…as a prisoner of the Ministry you fall under my authority…now tell me where your from” Minister Archon telepathically said to Logan.



Of course there was no need to ASK Wolverine anything, given the fact that Archon could simply ‘pluck’ any information he wanted from Logan’s mind. But Minister Archon liked to give those he interrogated the impression that they had a choice.



Besides, if what his underlings had told him regarding this mutated human was accurate, any time learning his secrets was time well spent.





“Sorry…not really feeling talkative” Wolverine replied as casually as he could. Despite the fact that he suspected that any attempts at denial with the telepath were futile.



Then he screamed as Archon psychically stimulated every pain receptor in his body.



If the Minister had been capable of grinning he would have.



Torturing those he interrogated wasn’t really necessary either. But it made the task so much more enjoyable.



*****



Imperious Dakar arrived in the Iberian capital only a few hours after Susan Zweller and Alan Walker arranged a meeting between him and President Lera.



The CEO and founder of Imperious Industries was not what Presidential Aid Alan Walker expected.



Six feet tall and bulging with muscle, the technomancer cast an imposing figure in his well tailored Armani suit. His Caucasian skin was lightly tanned, and his long hair was in a pony tail.



Dakar’s most distinctive features were the long diagonal scar running across his nose and his light red (almost pink) eyes, which seemed to glow in darkness or dim illumination.



Accompanied by the small and seemingly frail Susan Zweller, the hulking Angelus, and a short Mind Flayer Alan had never seen before, Imperious Dakar drew many stares as he approached the Presidential Palace.



“Well boy…you gonna let us in or not?” Dakar said irritably in his deep voice once he got to the main entrance where Walker was waiting.



“Yes…of course…right away sire” Alan said nervously as he led them inside.



As the Presidential Aid led them to the meeting place, a voice from within his clothes said “Alan…you fucking pansy.”



*****



Archon couldn’t remember the last time he was this excited.



As he stood in Wolverine’s cell, he contemplated all he had just learned from the strange little human.



This…mutant came from a world of humans that had never encountered Illithids before (and therefore would have no prepared defenses against them).



Morover, it had technological and magical resources far beyond anything Archon and his people could access on this world.



Perhaps most importantly, with this knewledge he finally had something to offer to an invaluable potential ally who had so far ignored all Minister Archon’s advances.



Lost in his own pleasant musings, the tall Mind Flayer barely noticed Logan grunting and growling on the floor as he fought against Archon’s mental domination.



At least until the sound began to annoy him.



Then the Minister of Security stimulated Wolverine’s pain centers once more.



“There…that’s better” the Minister thought as the X-Men screamed.



*****



The meeting was taking place in a room of the Presidential Palace reserved for greeting diplomatic envoys.



The room was large and full of elegant paintings and tapestries, beautiful sculptures and antique furniture. All in bright vivid colors.



The room had been designed and decorated with the intent of impressing upon a visitor JUST how wealthy and great the ruler of Iberia was. And to imply how foolish it would be to deny or oppose her.



In truth, it often worked against the poor and easily impressed. But Imperious Dakar and his three companions were neither of those things.



President Chrissy Lera was sitting on an elegant ivory chair against the wall opposite the doors Imperious Dakar, Susan Zweller, Angelus, and the illithid known as Udragoth had just walked through, with Minister Rosenthrall and Marian Casta standing by her side.



When the technomancer, the elfin cyborg, Susan Zweller, and the short Mind Flayer stood before the drow dictator, Imperious said “greetings madam President…I was told you wanted to discuss your payment plan.”



“Yes…and I would like to thank you for coming so quickly…however I believe this is something that we should discuss privately” President Lera said crisply.



In truth, the ruler of Iberia simply didn’t want anyone else to witness her begging (or at least as close to begging as the proud drow could make herself go) for a lower price than what Dakar had demanded for his company’s services.

Besides something about the human woman and the Mind Flayer Imperious Dakar had brought with him vaguely disturbed her.



The technomancer made a strange gesture and the his people began to walk out of the room. Marian Casta quickly followed. However, Minister Rosenthrall, who had a general idea of just how dangerous Imperious was, especially to her mistress, objected.



“Madam President I don’t think that’s…”



“Just go Rosenthrall” Chrissy Lera said harshly.



Though in truth she shared her Minister’s fears, and appreciated her concern. Nevertheless she felt certain that she would need no protection if the protective spells she had cast on herself recently safeguarded her mind and body from the technomancer’s power, and if they did not, that there was little Rosenthrall or Marian Casta could do to protect her from Dakar.



Besides, Chrissy Lera was far too proud to back down before Imperious Dakar.



The founder and CEO of Imperious Industries watched this byplay with an odd little smile. His gleaming white teeth reminding her of a shark.



Once they were alone, Imperious said “now that’s its just you and me old girl…tell me what was so important that you couldn’t say it in front of anyone else.”



The pretty drow dictator frowned at being addressed so disrespectfully. But she uncharacteristically held her tongue, Chrissy could be quite diplomatic when the situation called for it, and this was certainly one of those times.



“I wish to negotiate for a lower price on the arms your company is supplying” President Lera said evenly.



As an extremely skilled and powerful technomancer Imperious Dakar could invade and manipulate the ‘minds’ of machines, cyborgs, and virtual constructs in much the same way a telepath read and controlled the minds of sentient organics. The calculating corporate predator knew that Chrissy was a cyborg and made a light attempt to reach her consciousness.



Nothing.



She had obviously made significant efforts to protect her mind from technomancy (otherwise he would have felt something).



This made Dakar realize that he had underestimated the President of Iberia’s capabilities, based on the limited intelligence he had on her.



All this took barely a moment, and Imperious Dakar gave no outward sign that he had done anything subversive.



“Sorry madam President…but we don’t offer discounts” Imperiously finally said.



Chrissy sensed that Dakar had done SOMETHING, though she wasn’t sure exactly what. Which did nothing to improve her mood.



“I am NOT asking for a discount…perhaps Iberia could simply pay back Imperious Industries over a longer period” Chrissy stated urgently.



“How long?” Imperious asked, thinking that he wasn’t going to like where this was going.



“Five years would be ideal.”



If Dakar didn’t have such great self discipline he would have cursed. Considering how many enemies it had, the current Iberian government might very well not exist five years from now.



Besides, the greater the length of time between when the dark elf dictator got her weapons AND had to pay for them, and great the chance that the beautiful drow might decide that it wasn’t necessary to pay Imperious Industries all the money it was owed, assuming she paid anything at all.



And it wasn’t like he could appeal to the courts in a situation like that (assuming he wasn’t a illegal arms dealer). Because in Iberia, Chrissy Lera WAS the law.



“Our initial agreement was that you would pay half the price before installation and half after…that is still acceptable to Imperious Industries…though we would also be willing to accept permanent control of the Lithia Oil fields as FULL payment.



The pretty black skinned necromancer was incensed.

The Lithia oil fields were one of Iberia’s few natural resources, and the Iberian government’s greatest source of income.



“How DARE you come in here and demand sovereign Iberian soil” the President of Iberia said in outrage.



“I’m NOT the one demanding a handout” Dakar said coldly. The first hints of anger showing on his face.



The meeting went down from there.



*****



President Lera and Imperious Dakar’s followers waited in the hallway just outside the room where their masters were arguing.



Marian Casta and Susan Zweller appeared bored, while the illithid Udragoth was difficult to read in his long black robes. However, Minister Rosenthrall and Security Chief Angelus had spent the entire time since leaving their respective master and mistress glaring at each other.



Though Rosenthrall and Angelus occupied similar positions in the Iberian government and Imperious Industries, and even had similarly close and confidential relationships with the heads of those organizations, they were about as different physically and in background as two such elves could be.



Rosenthrall was a great believer in self discipline and self reliance, and she found the fact that another elf was so dependent on machines to be distasteful. As for the cyborg Angelus, he was a firm believer in the power of technology in general and superior fire power in particular, and considered those like Rosenthrall to be ‘old fools’ stuck in the past.



Though extremely all for an elf (at 6ft.) Rosenthrall was still dwarfed by the massive bulk of Angelus, whose cold blue eyes (set in his mask) stared into her fiery red ones.



The only sound in the room was that of Angelus’s heavy breathing (as magnified by his respirator), as the tension between the two elves continued to increase.



Then suddenly…



“Angelus.Susan.Udragoth…were out of here” Dakar said coldly as he quickly walked out of the Reception Room.



As they exited the Presidential Palace, Angelus asked via his built in wireless “How did the negotiations go?”



Dakar answered telepathically, so that only his Cyborg security chief could hear.



“Badly.”



*****



Jenny Calendar hadn’t seen Marian Casta or the vampire’s drow mistress for over a day.



Since that time she had been kept in a luxuriously appointed set of rooms beneath the Presidential Palace.



The rooms were full of other beautiful women. All of whom also could not leave.



Most of them were human Asians, but there were also a few Halflings, Half-elves, Nymphs, High Elves, and even a drow.



Like most people who had spent any length of time in Iberia, Jenny had heard of rumors of President Chrissy Lera’s harem. However she had assumed it was nothing BUT rumors.



President Lera had done a great deal to promote women’s rights during her reign. Passing (and enforcing) laws to protect and raise the status of women in Iberia (which had traditionally always been very patriarchal).

Moreover, as an extremely powerful, rich, and physically attractive woman, Chrissy Lera had no problem finding plenty of females who would gladly share her bed.



One of the Half-elves helped clarify this confusing situation by answering a few of her question.

The half human was a woman in her mid forties whose dark skin and white hair hinted at her drow ancestry.



“Well Chrissy comes down here sometimes…but were really here for the vampire…she likes to come down here whenever she’s feeling like a snack” the hybrid human said casually.



“Snack” Jenny mumbled in a sick voice.



“Of course…why eat out when you have all the food you could want at home” the half-elf replied with a bitter laugh.



“Oh god…I’m in Marian Casta’s blood bank” the human/Orc hybrid thought.



“So…what happens when she gets tired of us?” Jenny Calendar asked in a worried voice.



Seeing the obvious fear on the new arrivals face, the other woman replied “don’t worry…even when Marian sometimes gets carried away and drinks too much they always revive the girl…and when they don’t want us anymore Chrissy and Marian just give the woman some money and kick her out…although they always cast a spell so we can’t tell anyone about what happened.”



Feeling at bit relieved at this new information, and the prospect of her own freedom, Jenny asked “how long have you been here?”



The dark skinned hybrid sighed and said “ten years…so I wouldn’t get your hopes up about getting out anytime soon.”



*****



Hank McCoy had given Emma Frost a thorough physical exam after she had calmed down a little.



He had found nothing physically wrong with her (although it was obvious her emotional state wasn’t the best) so he had let her return to her own room at the Institute.



Beast would have preferred to have kept her under observation for a few hours, but Emma was very insistent about leaving.



Because Emma Grace Frost couldn’t stand to be around Doctor McCoy right now. She could not accept the pity she sensed from him.



Emma was hurt, confused, and angry. But she was too proud to accept anyone’s pity. Especially when it came from people like the man known as Beast.



The former White Queen was supposed to be sophisticated and superior. Those that were seen as freaks and outsiders by society were NOT supposed to feel sorry for her.



Yet Beast did, and the worst thing was, part of Emma wanted to go to him for comfort.



But she was still too proud and too untrusting to show such weakness and vulnerability if she could help it.



So Emma had gone to her room, taken out a bottle of wine older than the Frost family fortune, and spent the afternoon drinking and looking over her own medical history.



Although it would seem laughable for most women, Emma was worried that she might have gone through pregnancy and childbirth without noticing.



Given the fact that she had endured multiple comas of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, this was not that implausible.



Nevertheless, considering the Stepford Cuckoos apparent age, it was far more likely that they had gestated in another woman’s womb, or even in some kind of machine.



But Emma couldn’t get the thought that someone had violated her body in her sleep out of her mind.



Would Xavier or one of his loyal X-Men have impregnated her and then removed the child once she was in the late stages of pregnancy?



Probably….not.

The former White Queen concluded.



Would Sebastian Shaw or one of the other members of the Hellfire Club have done such a thing while she was comatose and under their care?



In a heartbeat, if it had served their interests.

Emma regretfully decided.



But she couldn’t imagine how such a thing would have profited them.



As the hours passed and Emma continued to drink, she grew more and more morose. Until dusk, when there was a knock on the door.



Emma, dressed in nothing but a white bath robe, wearily made her way to the door.



And found a weary looking Sophie Stepford waiting anxiously.



“Can I come in?” the young blonde woman asked timidly.



Emma simply stared at her in stupefaction for a moment. Alcohol and depression slowing down her normally fast physical and mental reflexes.



“Of course…come in dear” Emma eventually replied with an expansive gesture.



Frost drunkenly stepped inside and her daughter followed her in. Emma then opened another bottle of priceless wine and poured a hefty amount into two small glasses made out of pure ivory.



“Share a drink with me darling” Frost said brightly with a brittle smile. Holding out an ivory glass for Sophie.



“But I’m not old enough to drink” the younger telepath protested.



Emma laughed humorlessly.



“After everything that happened today Sophie sharing a drink with a minor doesn’t seem that important” Emma replied.



Sophie took the drink and stared into her glass for a long moment. Finally she looked up at Emma Frost.



Staring into blue eyes.



Eyes so like her own.



The eyes of her…mother.



“The girls told me what happened…I know it…wasn’t your fault” Sophie said softly.



Perhaps it was the alcohol. But Emma simply didn’t know how to respond to the…forgiveness in Sophie’s tone.



So she fell back on old habits.



Raising her glass and saying in an ironic tone “to family.”



Sophie clinked her glass against her mother’s and sipped.



The beverage tasted sharp and bitter and left a strange aftertaste in Sophie’s mouth. After sputtering for a moment, the Cuckoo gave her teacher an incredulous look.



“Is it supposed to taste this bad?” Sophie asked.



Emma giggled drunkenly and said “its an acquired taste dear.”





They sat in silence for a while and then Sophie asked “Miss Frost…why didn’t you tell us that you were our…mother?”



“I didn’t know Sophie…I didn’t know” Emma whispered.



“How can a woman not know if she has children!” Emma Frost’s daughter exclaimed angrily.



“Read my mind”

Emma said as she lowered her mental shields.



Emma Grace Frost would normally not do this. But she was drunk and she so desperately wanted to prove to her DAUGHTER that she was telling the truth.



Sophie peered into her mother’s mind and saw NO memories of pregnancy or birth. Emma Frost had no idea of when Sophie and her sisters were conceived or even born.



However, Emma did have some speculation as to how it MIGHT possibly have occurred, and Sophie gasped in shock as she glimpsed it.



“Ohmygodyoudon’tthinkDoctorMcCoyrapedyouwhenyouwereinacomadoyou?” Sophie babbled.



Emma Frost suddenly had the disturbing mental image of Beast’s large and furry form grunting atop her comatose body as he ejaculated inside her.



“No dear…I think you and your sisters were conceived vicca…viva…by artificial insemination” Emma said drunkenly.



Sophie suddenly felt guilty for suspecting the noble Doctor McCoy of something so underhanded, and there was another uncomfortable silence between her and her mother.



But Sophie eventually worked up the nerve to ask “what is the Frost family like?”



Emma laughed bitterly and replied “trust me child…you don’t want to know.”



“But I do Miss Frost…I may never know who my real father is…so I want to know everything about where my…mother comes from” the younger telepath said in a heartfelt tone.



Emma psychically reached out to Sophie and felt something more than affection and less than love directed towards her.



The fact that they were biologically mother and daughter meant a great deal to Sophie. Which was strange, for Emma Frost wasn’t sure how she felt about it herself.



“All right…but its not a nice story” Frost said as coldly as she could.



They spent a long time discussing the Frost family history. As Emma explained to Sophie just how privileged and powerful, yet at the same time twisted, the members of her family on her mother’s side were.



Though Emma neglected to mention that she had murdered her sister Adrienne for attacking (and killing one of) her students. Even in her drunken state, that was a family secret Emma Frost had no intention of revealing.



Emma was just telling Sophie what to expect from her ‘aunt’ Cordelia when someone unexpectedly barged into the room.



It was the woman known as Phoenix.



Jean Grey had sensed Emma Frost awakening. As well as the fact that the Stepford Cuckoos were responsible. Though she had not known of the details.



The host of the Phoenix Force had gone to the infirmary shortly afterward, to check on Sophie and her mother.



And learned of Beast’s suspicions.



Jean had taken this knowledge to headmaster Xavier, who had essentially told her that Emma and her daughters were going through a difficult time, and that they should just leave them alone for a day or two, while they sorted things out themselves.



Grey’s shame regarding how she had treated Emma, and her respect for Professor X’s position had allowed her to resist the desire to meddle at first. But the more she thought of how the former White Queen had been teaching and quite possibly corrupting (which was what she thought of the sexual relationship between mother and daughters as) her own daughters under their very noses, the angrier and more upset she became.



Until she could resist no longer.



Jean Grey took in the sight of Emma Frost drinking with her underage daughter and exploded

“DON’T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME EMMA…SHE’S ONLY 16!”



Emma visibly flinched at Jean’s harsh words and the wife of Scott Summers realized something important.



Emma Grace Frost was afraid of her now.



But even in her current state Emma was no weakling.



She suppressed the terror that this enraged image of the telepathic powerhouse who had hurt her so grievously generated, and said in a bored sounding drawl (though her words were a bit slurred by alcohol) “Oh probably a lot younger than that dear.”



“Miss Frost maybe you shouldn’t…” Sophie began to say hesitantly.



But Jean suddenly stared at her, a hint of Phoenix fire showing in her green eyes, and the youngest woman in the room wisely fell silent.



However, Emma showed no such restraint.



“STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER YOU UNDEAD HAG” Frost screamed. Claiming Sophie as her daughter in the heat of the moment without even realizing it.



“WHY…SO YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HER JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH MY HUSBAND…JUST BECAUSE A SLUT LIKE YOU HAS NO STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN WE DON’T” Jean screamed back.



“AT LEAST I’M NOT STILL DEAD FROM THE NECK DOWN LIKE YOU ARE” Emma furiously answered.



Jean did not react verbally to that last insult. However, Emma Frost could sense the power of the Phoenix gathering around in response to Jean’s anger.



Having already experienced the wrath of the Phoenix more than once, Emma had no desire to do so again.



She reached out and firmly grasped Sophie’s hand.

Telling the younger telepath as she dragged her away “we need to leave quickly before she goes on another killing spree.”



Emma’s words combined with the fear Jean could feel radiating from Emma Frost and Sophie, shook Phoenix out of her anger.



Jean Grey used her telekinesis to quickly move to Emma’s side, and laid a (what she thought of as) reassuring hand on Frost’s shoulder.



Emma Grace Frost, influenced by alcohol and consumed by her rage and fear towards the Phoenix, reacted instinctively.



Punching Jean Grey in the face while simultaneously changing into her diamond form for protection (and in order to do the maximum amount of damage).



Jean, knowing that Emma was consumed by fear, had not expected an attack, and so had no time to prepare any sort of defense.



She was struck by the full force of Emma’s diamond fist, which shattered her nose and sent cartilage deep into her brain.



The wounded Jean Grey fell bonelessly to the floor.



“Oh God…I killed her” the diamond woman thought.



But even as the form of Jean Grey thudded to the ground, Phoenix Fire began to gather around her body.