My husband and my best friend
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,910
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own X-Men or any of the Characters. They belong to Marvel comics. I do own the characters you won’t recognise, for example Jack Sampson and Rini D’Ancanto-Summers and Taylor Summers and James D’Ancanto.
My husband and my best friend
Charles Xavier, founder and owner of Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning, a mansion used as a school for Mutants and, the home to the legendary team known as the x-men. He let out a weary sigh as he leaned further back into his hover chair behind his desk. A Mr. RJ Sampson sat in a chair opposite Charles. Sampson a man with groomed salt and pepper coloured hair, dressed in dark finely cut pinstripe suit. He is the lawyer of the late James D’Ancanto and Taylor Summers. The departed men in question, once founders and co-owners of one of the most powerful and sorted after computer and technology companies, D’Ancanto & Summers Enterprises. Sampson had come in regards to a contract drawn up and signed by James D’Ancanto and Taylor Summers, a contract that was made almost twenty one years ago. Sampson was accompanied by Alexander Summers, younger and only sibling of Scott Summers, AKA Cyclops. Sampson was strongly hopping Scott might react less unfavourably to what the contract he held in his briefcase contained if Alex was present. He was surely hopping that Alex would be willing to make his older brother see reason, make him realise that he was unfortunately not the only one whom was to be effected and caught up in the proverbial shit storm that was surely about to be unleashed. Alex was currently running part of the D’Ancanto and summers enterprises. He needed his brother; was time to bring the family back into the business. It was also about time Alex thought, that the last of the D’Ancanto’s should be taking part of the responsibility of running the company as well. Charles asked, "And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit Mr. Sampson and, of course Alex?” Sampson pinched the bridge of his nose; unknowing Charles was currently scanning his thoughts. What he heard made Charles’s eyes widen. Oh this was not good, not good at all. He knew of two members of his staff and two X-Men that were going to be especially unpleased by this turn of events. ‘Oh hell, why me, why is it me that had to be the lawyer of James D’Ancanto and Taylor Summers? This is wrong so very wrong, the contract should have never been drawn up in the first place. I was just the lawyer and it was none of my damned business. I just hope I don’t get the backlash for this’ was what Charles detected from the man’s stressed thoughts. He watched the man cringe and continued to listen as he thought in particular, ‘How the hell am I supposed to tell the oldest son of Taylor Summer’s and the oldest granddaughter of James D’Ancanto, that old coot, that they have to marry and produce an heir, uniting the D’Ancanto and summers bloodlines before they can receive their inheritance, namely their shares of the company, D’Ancanto & Summers?’ Alex had been thinking, ‘Scott is so gonna shit and die when he hears about this. At least he won’t be the only summers forced into an arranged marriage. I wonder if anyone would object if I attempted to use my optic blasts to blast a hole into the wall to escape. I’m a coward, but so what. Oh fuck, the shit is gonna hit the fan. This is not fare, I’m the innocent party here damn it’ Charles chuckled and said, “I would very much prefer and appreciate it if you restrained yourself from using your powers to blast a hole in my mansion, Alex. And I think it high time you tell your brother of your powers, that you share the same powers.” Alex looked sheepish, but that look soon turned guilty. “But I don’t want to rub it in his face, rub in the fact I can control my powers and he can’t” Alex said. He added, “I feel crappy professor, crappy that I can see in colour without the aid of glasses, with only the occasional headache when I’m in the sun to hinder me.” Charles replied, “You wouldn’t be rubbing it in his face, Alex. Your brother has sorted out the problem and can now control his powers. But, I shall leave it to him to tell you the whole story.” He added, “You mentioned that you get headaches?” Alex nodded, “Yeah. Really bad ones, through not on a regular basis, only when I’m in the sun. I also feel a throbbing behind my eyes, meaning I have to suppress the urge to let rip with my optic blasts.” Charles looked thoughtful before he told Alex, “Well, in that case when we have finished our business here I would like you to go to a medical bay to talk to Doctor McCoy. He will provide you with glasses like your brother’s. You would only need them whilst out in the sun, like Scott only does now.” In afterthought he added, “In fact how about you go there right now? I’ll call for Hank to come and get you and he will lead you to the medical bay. And of course Scott will be waiting for you when you return.” Alex nodded and watched as Charles closed his eyes and mentally summoned Hank. Sampson asked, “What is going on Alex?” Alex replied, “It’s nothing Jack, I’m just going to pay a visit to the medical bay and then I’ll be coming back.” Sampson frowned and asked, “Why, why do you need to go the medical bay, are you sick, because you looked fine a few moments ago?” Sampson could not help but get the feeling that Alex was trying to wheedle his way out of facing his brother. Sampson really hoped he was wrong, or else he would be highly tempted to give the young one a mouth-full and an ear scorching of a lifetime he would never be able to forget. Alex shook his head and replied with a chuckle, “No Jack, I am just going to the medical bay to get some glasses to help with my headaches” He added, “You know that both I and Scott are mutants and that we have optic blasts, lasers that shoot out of our eyes” Alex finished “Well I need a pair of sun glasses specially designed to help me whist out in the sun, as it is the suns solar energy that powers up my optic blasts.” Jack nodded in understanding. He knew the summer’s boys were mutants, Scott the oldest having known and had his powers active many years longer then Alex. He had no problem with it, he was not against mutants. He did not agree with the anti-mutant crap that was constantly being aired out all over the news and in the streets all over the world. His sixteen year-old daughter Leah, she is a mutant, a teleporter to be more precise. They all turned when a knock came at the door. Charles called out, “Enter Hank.” Hank McCoy, or better own as ‘The Beast’ entered, shocking Jack. Hank eyed him in amusement and replied as he chuckled, “Yes I know it is shocking isn’t it? Most mutants are not as obvious as I my self am.” Sampson shook his head and replied “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it is just I’m not used to being in the company of mutants, least those with an obvious and physical mutation. My teenage daughter is a teleporter and, of course Alex, but he shoots lasers out of his eyes. I would not have known if I hadn’t seen him use it once.” Hank nodded in understanding. He turned his gaze upon Alex and smiled. He noted that Alex was a spitting image of Scott, only he had blonde hair, whilst Scott had dark brown, but both shared the same beautiful blue eyes. Those blue eyes which Scott had only managed to reveal without them being covered by glasses less than a year ago. Hank said, “Come along you; let’s get you kitted out with a set of glasses as Charles has explained the situation to me. You really should’ve come sooner, your lucky so far that you’ve been able to control it. Heaven knows what could have happened if luck had not been on your side, young man.” Alex looked sheepish as he nodded and stood up and followed Hank out of Charles’s office. Once they were gone Charles mentally summoned Scott. He would call for Marie, AKA Rogue, after he had seen Scott. It would take Scott to calm her down, especially once she discovered what would happen.