“Hello? Hello?!” Staring back at the
phone and only getting the ‘glub glub’ of water on the other end, Charles
slammed the receiver back on the phone and huffed. “I’m starting to run out of
options here…” Stepping away from his desk, Charles Xavier scratched his chin
deep in thought. “If things go any further south, we’ll hit Mexico, there has
to be something, someone that can fix this.”
He already called everyone he could
think of to try and fix things, but it seemed Doctor Doom had been thorough.
SHIELD was busy off world with some Asgardian calamity, the Fantastic Four
were… Somewhere… Wolverine and his daughter were unreachable and so were the
Brotherhood of mutants.
“Sly sonofabitch!”
There was ONE person he could… NO!
NEVER! Not in a million years sober would he dare refer to that single card in
his rolodex for help. If he did, he’d be the laughing stock of the meta
community, he would never hear the end of it, the jeers…
Shuddering at the thought, Charles used
his telepathy to investigate the dormitory cut off from the rest of the
institute where the afflicted heroes were, and grimaced.
*
Scot and Emma’s room…
“ASSHOLE! This is all YOUR fault!!!”
Cried out Emma Frost with gritted teeth as she and her three daughters wailed
and threatened on the floor of their shared bedroom, almost as if at the same
time the four had found themselves going into labour and were not enjoying it…
Not… One… Bit!
“I should NEVER have let you come on to
me!” Cried out Phoebes, gasping when a contraction hit her like a knife to the
groin.
“W-well, you did kind of come on to me.”
Stuttered Scott, his back against the wall as he felt the room go just a bit
colder from four sets of eyes glaring at him with murderous intent.
“ARE YOU SAYING MY DAUGHTER’S A SLUT?!”
“Uhm, no… But…”
Hearing Emma breath in sharply, Scott
found his hand move on its own, flipping him off before punching him hard in
the dick.
“How dare you call my daughter a whore!”
Declared the Blue Queen, alternating between clutching her forehead and her
belly.
“Yeah, I’m not a whore!” Winced Phoebe,
crying out loud before joining in on the psychic assault.
“You got another thing coming calling
us whores Summers!” Irma screamed, clutching her belly just when a contraction
hit her. Celeste sneered and joined her
sisters and mother in the mental assault “Take THIS you asshole!”
Cyclops had fallen to his knees, cross-eyed
with pain as his right and left fists punched his crotched repeatedly. Drool
escaping his lolling tongue as he felt his mind go into autopilot from the constant
ball torture from the four angry mothers-to-be. It was only when the room was
filled with the cries of newborn cubs that the four ladies passed out from
exhaustion, and Summers had curled into himself and passed out.
*
“Hmm…” Slowly pulling his mind back and
blinking to get the mental image out of him mind, Xavier breathed in deeply and
pressed a button at his desk.
“Boom Boom, please watch for any calls,
I’m just going to go to the restroom to drink enough mouthwash to burn the last
five minutes of my memories away.”
“Yes sir, Professor.” Chirped the voice
on the other end, before Charles sighed and left his office.