Project: Amalgam.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I'm just borrowing the characters from the authors in secret…don't tell anyone or they'll skin me alive!

Happy holidays people! Here we are for more adventures (both good and bad) of our favorite martial artist/mutant. What we got here is basically him paying a visit to Psylocke now, hopefully I can make this one a bit larger than the previous chapter as well as stir up the pot by having another character appear.

One thing to note is that Psylocke has already been body switched with Revanche (if you don't know who that is look her up), I don't go into much detail and I may not do so to avoid that hassle, I may change my decision down the line but for the moment you get a general idea. If you have never read about this look up her 616 bio and that will tell you all you need to know.

With that out of the way, on with the show!

"Character speaking."

"Sound effects."

*Thoughts. *

-Transmissions or Media—

"Whispering."

Chapter 11: New friends and new enemies' part 2.

O'Hare International Airport…

"Do you have your passport sweetie?" Judith asks her daughter as they for Charles and his group to arrive.

"Yes, mom and I doubled checked for clothes and necessities like you asked the last two times." Lorna playfully chides as she rolls her eyes.

*Honestly, she looks more nervous than I do and I'm the one leaving for England for crying out loud! * The teen thinks with a bit of amusement.

Yet hidden behind that amusement was also nervousness at leaving the country albeit for a little while, excitement to meet others like her at Xavier's school as well as curiosity towards the man who sired her, she would be lying to herself is she had not thought to learn more of her father from someone with firsthand knowledge.

*I just hope the answers aren't as bad as the news make him out to be. *

Her musings were cut short by the approach of Charles and his group.

"Good morning." Charles greeted.

"Good morning Professor." Judith replies while Lorna smiles and waves at them to which Jean reciprocates while Ranma nods in greeting.

"Are you both certain in your decision? If you need more time I would not object to it." Charles says as it was always something, he made sure to do whenever this situation cropped up.

"Yes, we are sir." Lorna replied with a look of determination on her features while her mother nods.

"Very well, in that case…" Charles extends his hand towards her to which while a bit confused does the same "…I bid you welcome to the Xavier Institute Miss Dane." He ends with a warm smile she couldn't help but mirror.

"Thank you for having me Professor, I hope to learn all I can under your guidance." Lorna replies in all honesty.

"And I and my colleagues hope to be worthy of your trust."

Soon Lorna and her mother said their goodbyes for now as they would see each other again as Judith would be working on selling the house and looking for employment in Westchester to be close to her daughter. Charles naturally offered his aid in the matter to which she thanks him once again for his kindness and would consider it should be necessary.

No one in the group noticed a man staring at them from his place near the restaurant section, he would be fairly average except for the odd collar around his neck and the intense look in his eyes as he watches the group finally leave.

*Better report this before they notice me snooping and get new orders. * Malice thinks from within her current host as she discreetly leaves without none being the wiser.

Meanwhile in England…

Sir James Braddock was currently sitting in his office while also seated before him sat two men he had called after having finalized the finer details of the upcoming meeting with Charles Xavier over the phone once it was confirmed they were on the way.

"I thank both of you for coming on such short notice to meet with me, I know you are both busy with your own personal matters but given the news I received recently I felt it best to speak with you both as soon as possible." He says as he looks at each man.

To his right sat his son Brian, decked in uniform sans helmet that sat in his lap that emulated the colors of the English flag of red, white and blue with the union Jack displayed on his chest. Garbed as his heroic persona of Captain Britain the man had come as soon as he received his father's call and knew it was for a serious matter when the man also requested the presence of the other man sitting next to him.

Most people would hardly think the man dressed in a black suit and tie would hardly be a threat given the relax hair he gave off as he calmly smokes while looking at nothing in particular…or least they would think that before being taken down by the man while he was shoving a "hot knife" from his fingers where the sun don't shine.

Then again that was what Peter "Pete" Wisdom wanted them to feel, after all he didn't rise through the ranks of MI13 by being an idiot.

"You normally don't call me unless something is about to go down Sir Braddock, the last time being that dreadful business involving that Ninja cult and your daughter." Pete threw out there with a note of seriousness as he had a bad feeling creeping up his spine.

"I am afraid this could potentially be of the same level." James says making his son sit a bit straighter and draw in his focus.

"What do you mean father?"

"I was recently contacted by a man from the US, you may not recall him Brian but his name is Charles Xavier and we met him and a colleague of his once in Geneva." His father began making the man tilt his head in remembrance while Pete chimes in.

"Interesting, what would one of the foremost experts on genetic mutation and mutants be calling for?"

"You know the man?" Brian asks as hearing the words finally makes him recall meeting the man alongside his father and deceased brother.

"Given what I am how could I now take a passing interest in anything related to the subject." Wisdom replies as he puts out the cigarette and gives Sir Braddock hi undivided attention.

Both men nodded as they aware that England's intelligence/security agencies employ many naturally and artificially enhanced agents in order to protect the homeland. They also knew man like to be thorough in what was happening in the world.

"What was the nature of this call if I may ask?"

"He couldn't say over the phone, it was as if he was afraid someone might be listening in."

"Someone always is Sir Braddock." Pete replies with an air of experience that neither man contest given the things he has seen and done.

"What does it have to do with us?" Brian asks his father.

"Something in regards to our safety though as I said he wouldn't elaborate over the phone, hence I agreed to meet with him and I want you both at the meeting." The man replies to both of them.

"I'll free up my schedule then." Pete agreeing to this as both a favor to Braddock's as well as an agent.

"As will I." His son replies with utmost seriousness as any man would when their family could be facing potential danger, and given who he was and what has happened in the past that was a distinct possibility.

"Thank you both, I don't want to worry but I find that given past events we best prepare for the worst." He says to both who nod in agreement before they finally say their good byes and leave the man to his own devices.

As he takes moment to take in the solitude and quiet once more his eyes stray to a picture on his desk depicting his family on holiday they took in Switzerland. His wife Elizabeth on his right while his eldest son Jamie on his left and his two youngest Brian and Elizabeth in front of the three, all smiling at the camera without a care in the world.

"Elizabeth please watch over our children and grant me the strength to do what I must to keep them safe." He says to his departed love as he fears for them.

Meanwhile with the X-men…

The small group were at the halfway point of their journey and currently were having a small meal with the food that was stocked in the private plane. Lorna was still feeling a bit of nervousness as this was her first time out of the country but Jean had been kind enough to engage the girl in conversation to take her mind of things while Ranma mostly listened as he didn't have Jean's gift for being social.

"So, what's it like being an X-men?" The emerald haired teen asks as she takes a bit out of a chicken sandwich.

"Well it is anything but dull I can tell you that." The redhead replies with a chuckle to mask her nerves as her mind goes through some of the more harrowing incidents with the team such as the Sentinels or Asteroid M.

"I use to say the same thing of Nerima." Ranma voices as he eats.

"Really? Why if I may?" Jean asks while Lorna listens in interest to get to know more of the young man.

"Let's just say that it was not what you would call normal when compared to the rest of Japan, I mean it was like there was a new crazy coming every other day to issue a martial arts challenge using weird ass styles or some whack job looking to stir up trouble with a gir…someone I use to know that I had to bail out." He says as he frowns a bit at the end before retaking a more neutral look.

If either girl picked up on the slip they chose not to comment on it.

"Like what kind of martial arts?" Lorna asks what she feels is a safe question.

"Martial arts tea ceremony. martial arts ice skating, martial arts calligraphy, martial arts takeout just to name a few." Ranma replies with a straight face in lieu of the ones of incredulity he was receiving.

"…bullshit." Lorna let out before blushing at her unexpected bout of profanity, though Jean felt it was justified.

"Hey I didn't invent that crap I just had the bad luck of having to deal with it at the time." He grumbles as he suppresses the bitter memories involved with them…especially the first two.

*Never again! * He swears internally with a vengeance.

"So, they have no real application you would say?" Jean broaches.

"Some things don't, some do like for example…" he says as he grabs an unused napkin and a piece of apple "…ordinary napkin, but if I add ki to it." He says as he shakes the napkin while applying his ki to suddenly make it go completely rigid much to their surprise, that is turned to shock when he casually throws the apple slice and then proceeds to cut it in half with the empowered napkin.

"Wow! How did you do that!?" Lorna exclaims in surprise while picked up the slices and sees they have a perfectly clean cut as if a razor-sharp chef knife divided it. Hank who had been watching out of the corner of his eye found his scientific mind racing as he tried to understand how the boy did that.

"That's nothing really, I knew a guy who could do that with his belt and turn it into a makeshift sword or this other idiot who unconsciously could reinforce his bokken to damage most stuff like stone or wood."

"Really?/What's a bokken?" Jean and Lorna ask respectively.

"Yes, he did and it's a wooden sword used for training as a replacement for a real one though in the right, or wrong in his case, hands it can be deadly." The raven-haired teen replies.

"I thought they used some sort of bamboo sword." Lorna comments from what she recalls seeing in documentaries and movies.

"That's called a Shinai, it serves the same purpose but is less deadly." Logan replies from the pilot seat while Ranma nods in agreement.

*Though it still hurts like a bitch. * The feral man thinks as he recalls the time Nodoka's old man took swipe at him from time to time.

"So, you can do all that cool stuff from martial arts movies or Japanese cartoons?" Lorna asks with some excitement, little known fact about Lorna was that she was into action movies especially martial arts.

"It's called Anime and no…well now that I think about it, I never really tried to be honest, but maybe if…" at that point Ranma became pensive as he always did when it came to the art.

"Sorry about that, Ranma is very passionate about martial arts from what we have learned of him, though he is also very good and we are hoping he can teach us some of what he knows to complement some of our gifts." Jean adds as she can feel on the surface how the teen's mind was racing.

*We better teach him about building up shields Professor, willing ones I mean. * Jean sent to her mentor.

*Indeed Jean, though I feel we should look into what this natural barrier Sinister encountered is as well as it could be a danger to him and others. * Charles replies.

Lorna was unaware of this of course as she got Ranma to focus back on the present.

"Can you teach me too?" She asks politely with a bit of excitement mixed in.

"Um…I don't mind but I have never taught anyone before and the way I learned wasn't what you call safe." He says with a wince when he feels several eyes on him, in fact he could bet that if his father was with them, he would also be staring at him though Logan did in fact tense when he heard that last part.

"What do you by not safe Ranma?" Jean asks with worry.

"Well…Genma wasn't you would call gentle in his teaching methods and sometimes his training got a bit too intense."

"And by intense you mean?" The redhead pushes as she would not be deterred, this was further evidenced by the look he was giving him one he had only seen on his mother's face when she also began to inquiry just what went on the infamous training trip.

*Well might as well tell them, I mean what harm can it do? * He foolishly thinks before speaking calmly as if talking about the weather.

"Well there was the time he had me chased by wolves while he was on my back to promote quickness, the time he had us swim to China for both endurance and because he was too cheap to pay for tickets, the time he had me catch bees barehanded to boost my hand eye coordination and then…"

As Ranma explained Genma's training regimen everyone present slowly grew paler.

"…and that's about all I can think off." Ranma finishes, though he does not tell him about the Cat Fist as that is a sore point he still could not find it within him to share, mostly out of pride while also because the last time he explained it he was glomped by his mother and Ukyo and did not feel comfortable with the idea of Lorna or Jean doing that as he did not know them enough to allow such a thing…which meant jack as he was tackled by the red head as soon as he was done.

*What the heck!?*

"You poor man." The distraught teen says as she hugs the bewildered young man.

*SNIKT!*

Logan's couldn't help but release his claws, barely managing to pull them away from the plane's control.

*Note to self, find Genma Saotome and then GUT him head to toe!* He furiously thinks to himself.

Meanwhile the boy had his hands full with a crying redhead and did not really did not know what to do so he awkwardly pats her back.

"Um...there…there…it was um not really as bad as I make it out to be, insane yes but..."

"Mr. Gunshin that was nothing short of child abuse and not something to take lightly regardless of the intentions behind them or the results that were obtained." Charles says sternly as he was not please by what he heard.

"And what did your mother think of this? Surely she knew?" Hank asks as he cannot fathom what kind of man would put a child through such insanity.

"Not exactly… I mean I told her eventually and believe she did not take it well."

*Not well at all given how she chased after Genma with the sword out and hacking and slashing left, right and center. Heck it took me, Ukyo and Konatsu together to hold her down before she committed bloody murder though I feel the cops would have let her given all the warrants out for him. *

Charles must have read something on his face and decided not pursue further enquiries but did make it a priority to speak to him in private as it was clear that Ranma life had not been kind even before he met Sinister and therefore who knows what sort of mental issues had been left unchecked.

After that nothing else was said, Jean finally released him and apologized for the abrupt loss of composure while her face matched her hair, though Ranma waves it off as if it was nothing to get embarrassed about though he was also red in the face as he was never good when it came to physical contact with girls…too many bad memories when it came to that part of his life.

*Just my luck I guess. * The raven-haired teen grimly thinks as he stares out the window and loses himself in the sea of blue and white they passed by, he does his best to ignore the looks of pity from the sets of eyes.

He appreciated the sentiment but it was too late to change the past, much too late.

The next morning on route to Braddock Manor…

The group had arrived at London Heathrow Airport just as the sun was setting and the stars began to appear, once they went through all the necessary procedures at immigration, they were taken to a small hotel to rest for the night while Charles made sure to call their soon to be host of their safe arrival.

Now here they were inside a limo sent to pick them up and take them to their destination though a bit ostentatious some of them believed, mainly Hank and Logan, but it was clear that James Braddock wanted to make an impression or at least that was the thought running through Ranma's head.

"The guy who owns this must be pretty well off." Lorna commented as she took in the sights around her through the car window.

"The Braddock's have aristocratic roots that are at least half a millennium old or so my research on them shows as well as have produced rather business savvy individuals that have known how to invest their money well." Hank comments as he reads a local paper.

"I wonder what this Elizabeth Braddock is like." Jean comments.

"I just hope she isn't like this loony I knew back in Nerima, she gave a whole new definition to the words psycho stalker." Ranma says with a mental shudder as his mind drifted to the Black Rose and the madness she held that was equal to that of her brother…or perhaps even larger.

"You really do not have anything good to say about that place do you?" Logan chimed in as he takes in all his son says to get a better picture of him and the place he dwelled for a time.

"There was very little good compared to all the insanity, the thing with Sinister was just the last in a long history of crazy that is my life. I mean I was no saint but there were times I just wanted one freaking day of peace and quiet instead of pain you know?"

Logan nodded in agreement I mean don't get him wrong, he would gladly lay down his life for the kids no questions asked but damn if there weren't days were he wanted to murder them for all the madness and baggage they wrought... that and they would occasionally try to steal his beer or ding his bike.

"Sorry I asked." Lorna replies with a bit of remorse, she didn't mean to bring up bad memories.

"Not your fault, it just like the saying goes, shit happens." The young mutant tells her getting a giggle out of her while Jean shook her head in good fun.

*He may not show it but he is just like Logan. * The red head can't help but think with some mirth.

It was few hours that they left the city and driven through the English countryside much to the enjoyment of Ranma who had quite a fondness for the natural world over the artificial one of the cities, that they spotted the rather prominent home where the Braddock family dwelled as they passed the heavy gates and approached the entrance.

There stood three men, the first being a man in a fine tailored suit with graying blonde hair, another in a black suit, shades and tie that screamed secret agent and finally another in a colorful yet patriotic uniform and helmet held in his right arm who waited for their guests to arrive.

Once the car stops Logan is the first to step out and moved towards the trunk to get Charles chair…as well as too assess the situation in case he needed to defend the group, it wasn't meant to be insulting it was just how serious he took the security and safety of the group especially now more than ever.

Hank was next to appear as he turns back to help the Professor while Ranma steps out from the opposite end, and unknowingly like his father he discreetly makes sure things were on the up and up while the girls followed behind him, in his mind this was how he would repay their kindness to train and shelter him.

Wisdom and Brian both took notice of this but said nothing as they also did the same to ensure the safety of Brian's father, said man approached the group calmly and confident while the other two flanked him a step behind.

"Welcome both to England and my home Professor Xavier…" James greets as he extends his hand towards the man who takes it in a firm shake "…I hope your trip was uneventful."

"Thank you for having us on such short notice Sir Braddock and thankfully it was." Charles replies kindly before he notices Brian approach.

"Brian Braddock at your service, though in uniform I go by Captain Britain." The man says as he greets the group and shakes hands with Xavier, he is followed by Wisdom.

"Agent Peter Wisdom I am part of British Intelligence, I hope my presence here isn't a bother as Sir Braddock contacted me when he received your call."

"On the contrary Agent Wisdom, your presence is most welcomed as my colleague Logan…" Charles gestures towards the feral mutant on his right "… also has been contact with allies within the intelligence and security community in regards to what will be discussed here."

"On that note we should begin to discuss this inside." James comments as gestures towards the manor while highlighting a makeshift ramp he had prepared for the Professor.

"Indeed, we should."

As if in sync both guests and hosts made their way inside the house to begin discussing both the threat to Elizabeth and man responsible for said threat. Lorna took note of their surroundings in awe of the wealth of antiquities that they passed.

"You have an amazing home mister… I mean Sir Braddock." Lorna corrects at the end while.

"It's quite all right my dear, I only really make use of the tittle when in certain company and frankly it is tiresome at times and thank you for the compliment."

"Are all these originals?" Jean can't help but ask as she passes a painting that looked to be made in medieval times.

"Some actually miss, a few from the time the Braddock family was first established." Brian answers for his father as they approach the study.

"I can see they are well cared for and in very good condition."

"A follower of history eh?" Brian asks in good nature.

"A bit though I also like to follow all different cultures from around the world." The redhead replies in honesty.

"It is good to see the pursuit of knowledge at such a young age." James compliments the girl as they reach their destination, inside several chairs were placed while an elderly woman in a maid uniform set down a platter of fruit and pastries from a dinning cart that held a tea set and a pitcher filled with orange juice.

"I took the liberty of preparing some refreshments for your guests sir." The woman says to her employer.

"What would I do without you around Agatha, it completely slipped my mind to ask for some." James thanks her while chiding himself for the slip up.

"It's what I am here for sir, now then will your guests stay for lunch?" She politely asks.

"Our talks more than likely will last for some time I confess." Hank answers for the group.

"Then with your permission I shall inform the cook to prepare accordingly Sir Braddock."

"Thank you again Agatha, before you go though can you tell me where my daughter is?"

"I believe she is currently in gym sir; shall I go fetch her?"

"Please do." A cough drew his and the maid's attention as they watched the raven-haired boy nervously tug at his braided hair

"Um…I hate to interrupt and be a bother." Ranma says as he gains everyone's attention "...but is there a restroom nearby?"

"I can show you where it is…" Agatha replies as she finishes setting the table and began to push the cart out "…please follow me sir."

"Thanks, and sorry about this." Ranma said to the group in general, no one really could find fault in his actions.

"None are needed." The maid replies for her employer who nods at her choice of words.

As the two left their host looks to the group and motions towards the empty chairs.

"Please have a seat and help yourselves to whatever you like."

"Thank you for your hospitality once more sir." Hank says as he positions Charles at middle while taking a seat on his left while Logan sat on his right. Jean and Lorna took the seats closest to the bookshelves while Brian and Pete sat on the opposite.

"Not at all Dr. McCoy, it would be poor manners on my part not to be a gracious host, especially when it is done so in order to bring safety to hose close to me, now while we wait for both my daughter and the young man why don't we chat, Geneva was a while ago and I would like to know more of you all if that is all right." James comment in good cheer as he pours a cup of tea for himself before offering the others.

And so the group spoke to kill time while they waited for the two others to take part of the grim news that would be shared this day.

With Ranma…

After making use of the facilities the former Nerima resident stepped out of the bathroom and found Agatha outside waiting for him.

"You didn't have to wait for me miss." He says in all honesty as he had pretty good memory and would have found his way back to the study on his own.

"It is no bother sir; besides we still have to go fetch lady Elizabeth."

"Right, then please lead the way miss."

And so she did as she takes the lead and he follows behind her a respectful distance until they reach their destination and through the door they hear the sounds he was oh so familiar with as the maid opens the door to a fairly large room with several work out machines around training mats in the middle that currently had two occupants, one a man clearly of African descent as well as more than likely in his thirties while the other was an adolescent female with Asian roots making who were both locked in combat.

When he first saw Elizabeth Braddock the first thing that came to his mind was Shampoo what with her violet hued hair, the graceful way she moved as she weaves and dodges around her opponent, the way she handled the faux weapon in her hand with the air of experience.

It all says amazon warrior to him, however unlike Shampoo she was not using her version of Wu Shu nor she displayed the same fiery passion he had come to expect from the cursed amazon that in his most private moment he could admit he found…enticing.

No, the impression he got as he watched the daughter of James Braddock was the opposite of Shampoo in that she was cool, collected and calm as she began to systematically overwhelm her training partner with the bokken in her hand until she finally disarms him, sweeps the leg out from under him and has her weapon on his throat.

"Yield." It was not a request that came from her English voice but a demand.

One her partner heads as he drops slaps the mat twice.

"You going to keep me here all day luv or are you going to let me get up?" The man's own British accent is heard as he waits for the teen to let him go. Like switch being turned the girls cold look is replaced with a smirk as she moves the weapon away and gives her hand to him to help him up.

"Why do we still do this Braddock? You already know all I can teach you." The man asks as they both move towards a nearby bench that holds some towels and water bottles.

"Bored with me already Jon? I'm hurt." She replies with faux sadness that earns her an eyeroll.

"Oh sod off woman, we both know you get a kick out of trouncing me and the other trainers." There is no heat in his reply only comradery come from years of training together.

"Well I won't deny that." She smirks and winks unabashed at him before her attention is drawn to the entrance, she sees Agatha but her attention is drawn to the stranger next to her.

*Hello…now who is this lovely dish? * She can't help but think as she drinks the sight of him, the young man was very well built and quite pleasing to the eyes. She discreetly probes his mind with her powers but finds she can't quite get a read on him, this further intrigues her.

"Hello Agatha, I see you finally decided to bring your boyfriend around though he's a bit young for you eh?" She playfully says to the other woman who just shakes her head fond exasperation as she was use to the girls antics while the young next to her chokes on air.

"I believe my husband would disapprove of me doing as such my dear, no this is one of your father's guest from America." The maid replays gaining a look of recognition from the teen.

"That was today?"

"Yes, I believe I reminded you quite a few times this week." Agatha chides playfully as the young woman looks abashed while Jon snickers earning a playful slap on the shoulder from her.

"Hey!"

"Oh hush up Jon you big baby." Elizabeth says before approaching Ranma with renewed confidence.

"Hello I'm Elizabeth Braddock." She politely greets as she extends her hand to him.

"Ranma Gunshin miss." He replies as he holds her hand firmly as he shakes it.

*Quite the grip he has…I wonder if he's a fighter? *

"You are Japanese?" She asks for no reason.

"Born and raised, you?" He can't help but ask in turn.

"…technically." She replies with a wince, she sees him want to ask her meaning but then catches himself and doesn't much to her relief. She would rather avoid the details behind her answer as well as the memories involved with them.

"I saw you fight, you look like you got some experience on you." He comments.

"I get by, and you Mr. Gunshin? Do you just work out or are you also a practitioner?"

"I practice as much as I can, helps me focus my…" He stops suddenly for some reason that eludes him, then it hits him that this young woman's powers are a part of him and that soon she would learn the horrible tale of his torture by a maniac looking to make a weapon.

She quirks an eyebrow at his pause, however before she can ask what was wrong.

"Miss you really should freshen up a bit before joining your father and his guests." The maid says as she brings the two back to the present.

"Yes of course, I will be there momentarily Agatha, please inform father of my tardiness…" she kindly says to her before turning her attention back to Ranma "…well I hope we can talk more later the Mr. Gunshin."

"You can call me Ranma if you want, I don't mind at all Miss Braddock." He says as he was never one to follow social conventions too much.

"In that case I must insist you call me Elizabeth…or if we really want to go completely informal Betsy." She says with a hint of interest, what can she say he was pleasing to the eyes and may actually fight worth a damn.

Of course, Ranma picks up on it and feels alarms go off, he really should do something about that now that he doesn't really have to worry about fiancées…though technically three of these issues were settled although he does wonder about Shampoo since she was never one to give up and a part of him does feel he owed it to her to tell her was sort of ok.

"Um ok Betsy, I guess I'll see you there…" he begins to say before frowning as she may not end up liking what they will talk about and how it affects her "…just to warn you though, you may end up not liking what will be discussed, its' not a pleasant talk we are about to have." Was all he said much to her bewilderment as he turns around and leaves the girl whose DNA was shoved into his body.

Betsy for her part is wondering just what is going on, how will this affect her and will it be just as bad as the last time her life took an unexpected turn.

*Just who are you Ranma Gunshin? * is the last thought she has before moving towards the door to get ready for another life altering moment.

In the study…

Minutes passed as Ranma returned and informs the people there that he has met Betsy and that she will be down in moments after refreshing herself and getting a change in wardrove.

The girl in question does eventually come decked in black jeans and red blouse that compliment her figure. Formal introductions are made between the two groups before Charles gets to the matter in hand.

"Weeks ago, information regarding illegal and amoral experimentation came to our attention via Mr. Gunshin." Charles began grimly as he pulls out copies, he made of the journal to corroborate his story which he hands over to Sir James who in turn gives them to his son and Pete.

"What kind of experimentation?" Pete asks as he reads the documents.

"The type done on mutants Agent Wisdom." Hank answers for his mentor in the same grim tone.

"For what purpose? And how is it a young man like Mr. Gunshin came upon this ghastly knowledge?" Brian comments as he looks at the young man in question who has his head bowed down.

*SIGH*

"Because I was the guinea pig who got caught and cut up by that fucking psycho who goes by Mr. Sinister." The young man spat as he raises his right arm and then…

*SNIKT!*

The claws burst from his skin for all to see.

"Good lord! / Bloody Hell!" Sir James and Brian exclaim respectively while Betsy's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widen in shock at the sight of the blades.

"Explain." Pete being the first to recoup says in all seriousness as he knows makes sure to give his full attention on this matter.

And so, they do as Charles and Ranma tell them about the project that had the young man being genetically altered and tortured by the mad scientist who sought to create the ultimate living weapon using the genes of powerful mutants and grafting them onto his body.

Betsy is appalled and horrified by the knowledge that her DNA…her gifts were used as part of this horrendous act while Brian (who has his sister in his arms to comfort her) and their father are furious at what this madman has wrought against their kin as well as the young man who was the recipient of this act of barbarism.

Pete however looks to the boy who sits there quietly while the redhead places a comforting hand on his shoulder while the emerald haired woman looks at him with something akin to pity.

A part of him is just as appalled by this news as the others while another part that has bared witness to acts of horror committed in the name of either science or hatred is not all that surprised. In the boy's eyes he sees the pain the memories bring as well as the rage of it all and wonders why should someone so young be a victim to such an act of cruelty.

*Just another thing to make right. * He privately thinks to himself as he plans to go to the section heads of British Intelligence and put out an alert on this maniac.

"This is truly grave news indeed, how long are you planning to stay in the country if I may ask? I would like to ask for more details so I may present this information to my superiors." The agent asks with utmost diplomacy he can muster.

"A few days then we must depart for one final bit of business, as far as more information in regards to this madman I ask that you be gentle with my new student Agent Wisdom." Charles requests as the moment Ranma came to his home in search of knowledge and control of his abilities he became his student and therefore under his protection.

Ranma silently agrees to this, anything he can do to hurt Sinister he will gladly do.

"Just when I think I have seen the worst humanity has to offer I am caught off guard once more." Brian idly comments as he rubs his eyes before looking at the young man who despite going through such a terrible ordeal still went out of his way to relive the horror to warn others about it, his father shares this sentiment as he addresses the teen.

"I know this was more than difficult for your young man but let me say thank you for coming to us to deliver this warning, if there is anything within my power to repay your courage and kindness you need not but ask, my family is in your debt." James says in utmost seriousness while Brian nods in agreement.

"You…you don't have to do that sir, I am just following my code." Ranma replies in all honesty as he doesn't see his actions as worth rewarding as more of doing the right thing because it is the right path.

"Your code?" Betsy asks in order to distract her mind.

"It's a martial artist duty to defend the weak and innocent." He replies with utmost seriousness as it was the only lesson, he believed was worth a damn from Genma's teachings.

*Hmm quite the white knight eh Brian? I bet he would fit right in with your group. * She telepathically sends to her brother.

*I would gladly welcome him into our ranks. * Brian sends back to her before their father voice brings them back to the present.

"Then I have even more reason to repay you young man, all I ask is that you just keep that in mind for the time being, nothing more or less."

"Well I guess I can do that though I really don't feel a reward is necessary." Ranma replies politely while he awkwardly rubs the back his neck. Betsy however had an idea form in her head about how to help the young man but first she needed more information and then discuss it with her father and brother.

It was at that point that Agatha came to announce it was time for lunch.

"It seems time has flown by while we spoke Professor, if you please were to join us for lunch this day. It is the least I can offer in thanks to you all after your long journey."

"Thank you for your kindness Sir Braddock." The Professor replies at the offer.

"I will have to decline Sir Braddock, I have a pending business I must attend though I would ask if can tell where you are staying Professor so I may further speak with you." Pete asks as the man who in turn tells him the hotel where they are staying at, the agent thanks him before he departs with James to see him off while the others move to the dining room for lunch.

"Professor Xavier, if I may can you tell me more of this school of yours please?" Betsy kindly requests of the X-men's founder.

"It would be my pleasure Ms. Braddock."

"Please, call me Betsy." She offers to which he nods and begins to tell her of his school.

Later that night…

Currently Betsy was brushing her hair while sitting before her vanity mirror, this being one of the night time rituals she used to share with her mother before her passing that she still continued despite her passing.

The day's discussion still weighed heavily on her as she looks into mirror and looks at the face that even despite the time passed still tended to unsettle her.

*Then again it could have been much worse. * She thinks as she recalls what was done to the young man who suffered horror after horror at the hands of a madman and his ilk.

*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*

"Elizabeth? Are you decent?" Her father's voice broke her inner musings.

"Yes father, you can come in." She announces as she goes to her bed to sit own as her father and her brother (sans uniform) step into her room.

"Agatha said you wanted to speak with us." James says as he seats himself before his youngest child while his son took the recently vacated seat before the mirror.

"It's about what was talked today with the Professor and his group." At that both men sat straighter as the news was still fresh on both their minds.

"Are you all right Betsy?" Brian gently asks while her father places his hand over one of her own which she gently squeezes.

"I don't really know how to answer that brother, I mean I thought I could push through it and adapt like when I was changed but..." Both men tried not to let it get to them but it was hard not to when every time they looked at her, they weren't reminded how they had failed to protect her.

She didn't hold it against them, from the way she heard it Brian had practically torn his way through the cult's ranks like a madman possessed with Agent Wisdom leading a squad of Britain's finest anti-terrorist units not far behind.

In the aftermath he had practically been her shadow until she asked to give her time and space to which he reluctantly did, though not before she told him she loved him no less and thanked him for being there for her. Her father had been worse given the look of sadness on his face or the thoughts of self-reproach he had whenever he saw her or looks at the portrait where her mother was displayed, blaming himself for not protecting her as a father should and begging her forgiveness.

It took her finally confronting him one night and telling him he was not to blame nor mother would blame him as well while she hugged him for all his worth that the healing began.

"…but then when I compare what happened to me and him deep down I can't but help feel that what I went through pales in comparison to what he must have suffered. I mean I wasn't subjected to experiments or torture or faced down a gang of killers and Sentinels."

"You feel guilt stemming from the fact that in your mind you feel you got off easier then young Ranma?"

"…I suppose so, and because of it I feel that given that it was my DNA used to in a way cause him harm I should do something for him." She says with utmost seriousness that made the man think how she look like her mother when she set her mind on something.

"I wish to go with them to this school and help Ranma, now before you shut me down, I would like to explain my reasons for this." She says out loud while looking directly at her father.

Brian looked to say something to convince her otherwise but their father stalled him as he raised his hand before he could speak before looking firmly at his youngest.

"Very well Elizabeth, please explain your reasons."

"First, as you said during our talks, we owe a debt as they came all they from America to deliver the warning and also unknowingly forced him to relive the horror and because of this it would only be right to help him."

"Second, while I know that Professor Xavier and Ms. Grey show great control in regards to Telepathy and Telekinesis respectively I have the better experience when it comes to my abilities. Yes, there is a possibility he will not manifest them same way I do but the possibility remains and who better to teach him than I?"

"Third, on a more personal note I have been force to leave my schooling for private tutors given that no one has yet to see me as I am now saved those who are aware of the incident or are in our confidence. In America no one would be there to question my appearance and I quite frankly miss going out and having some fun."

"Hate to butt in sister but that won't mean much if they find out you're a mutant, I mean things aren't that much better here I admit but they could be worse there." Brian points out as he has kept up with the news and frankly his worry was not unfounded as every time the topics of mutants and America come up it is not if ever in a positive way.

"He does raise a valid point Elizabeth though I understand your meaning as well in regards to the changes that had to be made due to what occurred, though if this has been bothering you, I do wish you had come to me so we could talk sooner."

"I know father but you were just starting to adapt to this that I didn't want to add to your troubles." She says in all honesty as despite her wild streak she never want to mean harm to him.

James for his part cradled her face into his hands to look at her eyes and gave her a warm smile.

"You are never a bother to me my sweet, and you can come to me whenever you have troubles. Now as for this request of yours to go to the Professors school, is this truly what you want? Make no mistake it is still a big change regardless of the circumstances behind it."

"Yes father, I am certain I want to do this."

"Then you have my blessing." Her father soon found himself with his arms full of a happy teenager. Both then looked at Brian who seemed conflicted on this but still he felt that this was out of his hands regardless.

"I would feel better about this if you weren't alone." He replies in all honesty.

"Would you come if I asked?" She asks in turn with a thoughtful look.

"If it weren't for my duties here I would do so in a heartbeat." And he would have in all honesty, sadly his responsibilities as Captain Britain had to take precedent no matter how much it galled him.

All three were silent before Elizabeth's eyes brightened…as well as give off a promise of mischief that had her brother wondering what new crazy idea was rolling around in that head of hers now.

"Well I do know someone who is good in a fight and would just love to go with me to America to watch my back." The violet haired teen says in a tone that is far from innocent.

Her father tried to rack his brain with the odd comment but it was Brian who beat him to the punch.

"Oh no! No! Not her!"

"Oh come now Brian she isn't as bad as you make her out to be."

"Have you forgotten her lovely collection of oversized cutlery and blunt force trauma she so zealously covets?" He bit out sarcastically.

"We all have our hobbies brother besides she is perfectly harmless."

"Right, harmless right up until she bloody flips out and goes into a frenzy like that last time you two went to shop."

"Those hooligans were asking for a beat down! Asking such lewd questions just because of her appearance…besides they weren't that badly hurt." Betsy mutters weakly as her father pieces together who they are speaking of with that last tidbit of information.

"One of them had a broken jaw and shattered knee caps, the other had his nose broken and his left arm broken in four places and that last one had his testicles practically driven into his body." Brian says in a deadpan tone while his sister winced at that last one.

*That one actually earned my pity. * She thinks before pressing onwards.

"I know she has a bit of a temper…" she ignores the snort her brother gives "…but she has never hurt anyone deliberately and has only defend herself or anyone who she feels is being attacked or bullied. We've known each other for quite some time and she was one of the first people there for me after my change and who kept me grounded as I got used to it."

Both men were silent at that before they shared a look, Betsy was tempted to use her powers but chose not to out of respect.

"You will have to convince Professor Xavier of it but on our part, we will accept your friend going with you should she and he come to terms."

"Thank you I know none of this has been easy on any of us but I feel that this is the path I must take."

"I just…I just wish I could do more for you Elizabeth and that I did a better job at protecting you." Their glum replies earning a comforting hug from his daughter while Brian shared his father sentiment to better protect his little sister.

"Life is neither kind nor fair but it must be lived none the less and through our struggles we learn to appreciate the little good found all the more." She says out loud words her mother once shared with her before her passing.

"I wish she was still here to see the brilliant woman you are becoming my little butterfly." Her father mummers into her hair.

"I have missed you calling me that."

"Be safe little sister, do me that much eh?" Brian asks as he places a comforting hand on her shoulders.

"You know me Brian." She replies as she gives him a look of mischief, he was all too familiar with which in turn earns her a look of fond exasperation.

"That's why I said it." He replies dryly only for a smirk to betray his actual intent.

After a minute both men said their goodnight while the teen pulled out her phone and dialed a number in particular.

*She should be up at this hour if I remember correctly. *

A few seconds later the line connects.

-You usually don't call me at these hours Psylocke. —A woman's voice replies by using her pet name for her.

"Well I got a bit of a proposition for you and I figured it is better to get it out as soon as I can, you free to talk." Betsy comments in all honesty.

-Not right now, we got swamped and I'm doing some crowd an…hey asshole I told you no cuts in the line now get back there before I rip of the shriveled raisin that is your dick and shove it up your ass! —Betsy wince at the imagery, it wasn't the first time her friend used such colorful language and won't be the last.

-Fuck you ya mutie cunt. —Clearly the offending party was not in the mood to play nice.

*Bad move luv, really bad move. *

-…give me a minute Psy. —She hears before a rustling noise comes as her friend pockets her phone though she can still hear some sounds of violence.

-Call me a cunt will ya? Let's see how with a broken jaw motherfucker! —

"I see you still retain your taste for swearing luv." Betsy dryly comments.

-It soothes me, now back to your proposition, can we talk about it at lunch at my place? —

"Of course, luv, though I do hate to be a bother…"

-Ha! I call bullshit! —

"…but clearly you are rather busy, though I hope you don't mind me bringing company since they are a part of what I want to talk to you about." She replies politely despite rolling her eyes and smirking at her friends' earlier comment.

-Eh, I got no beef with that…they are on the up & up right? — Her friend asks to make sure there is no funny business, Betsy could understand that given she is practically the only friend she has and her safety is important to her.

"I can vouch for them."

-Cool, see you tomorrow then. —

"Tomorrow then, have a good night and try not to mess to mane people up luv."

-Night Betsy. —

"Good night Rita." With that they hung up where Betsy got ready to sleep, she would need to be well rested for the next they when she enacted her plans.

The next morning, with the group…

Currently the band of mutants were in the Professor's hotel room as true to his word Agent Wisdom came early to request more information from Ranma in regards to his kidnapper and his group. It was just him and the adults as they felt the girls deserved more rest while he explains to the man about what he knew about Sinister, what abilities he saw the madman use as well as the members of the Marauders and Nasty Boys and their powers as well.

"And you say that whenever one of them was killed he cloned them?" Wisdom asks as he holds out a recorder.

"Yeah, the first time I took one out after getting hit by a bolt of lightning he just acted like it was nothing and the next day Ruckus was back blasting me with that voice of his." The young man confesses with a glare at the memory.

"Well that's just lovely isn't it? I just know that many a government would love to get their hands on that tech regardless of the consequences. Disposable henchmen who can be replaced at the drop of a hat, wonderful." Pete did not bother to hide his sarcasm that the other men could understand his stance.

"I can understand your point from a certain view as it would be foolhardy to believe any person in power would not see the benefits of having such information. As a scientist I know I would love to study it in order to see what medical applications can be used with it but at the same time much damage can be caused as well, and as a human being one must not forget the moral quandary given what this man has done with his knowledge." Hank can't help but say as he feels the need to contribute to the talks in both aspects.

"It is indeed a problem, one that may only be solve if this man is found and imprisoned for his crimes against mankind as a whole." Charles points out as well.

"Rather Sinister be buried in a deep dark hole than locked up." Logan mutters grimly, Ranma giving a shaky nod in agreement. No one chose to comment on that but could understand his words at face value.

"You'll get no argument from me there, but I think I have more than enough information so if you will excuse me, I will bid you farewell and safe travels to you all." The British agent kindly says as he stands and offers his hand to Charles who nods graciously in thanks before the man does the same for Logan., Hank and Ranma.

"How are you feeling Ranma?" Charles asks his student as he was more placed in a position to relive his ordeal.

Ranma understood somewhat why his teacher would ask, in the past he would have waved it away and say he was fine but his mother and Doc Tofu had told him that it was ok to share what he was feeling and that it didn't make him weak to do so.

"I feel…I feel anger, anxious I guess and glad that I got that out."

"That is expected in trauma victims Ranma, and it is good to let us know these things as it is not only your physical health I care for, but also your psychological one as well." Charles kindly says as he approaches the boy.

"If you feel at any time the need to talk about your ordeal or how it affects you know that all of us are willing to listen and what is said between us will not be shared unless you want it to be all right?"

"…it's not an easy thing for me, to talk about my feelings I mean, Genma was always saying things like how a real man doesn't need to go all girly and share his feelings all the time or to suck it up and stop being so weak." Ranma was honest in that as he looks to side in remembrance not seeing the frowns on the men's faces at this.

"Ranma what he said was wrong, we are living beings who think and feel all the time, it is not a sin to express your discomfort or your pain with people you trust. To not do so only adds an unnecessary weight upon you, I speak from experience as I went a whirlwind of emotions when I lost the use of my legs, and with my abilities that could have been a dangerous thing as a part of me wanted to lash out at the world."

"Really Professor?" The young man asks as he couldn't imagine the man in front of him acting in such a way, he seems so serene and insightful.

"Indeed, it was not one of my proudest moments but thankfully I had a good friend who never gave up on me and helped me every step of the way as I adapted to my situation."

"I also confess that when my mutation recently had me taking on a more shaggy appearance I did not take it well…" Hank comments as he too had been less then pleasant at times when his mutation went further than expected "…but thanks to Charles and Evan I have come to terms with it and will continue to move forward with my life and see where it leads me."

"It all boils down to us having your back when you need us." Logan confesses, as much as he was a loner at times recent events with Weapon X showed him that he needed the X-men in his life, he hoped his son came to realize the same as well as prove himself that he could count on him as well.

Ranma was not that far off as his experience with the other members of the NWC usually ended with either someone trying to stab him in the back or as soon as the crisis was averted things quickly returned to the status quo. So, he was having a hard time believing their words…but deep down he wants to, mostly out of how much they did so far for him.

At the moment he gave a hesitant nod in thanks, in time he hoped to be more accommodating to the team and prove worthy of their comradery. It was at that point that both Lorna and Jean arrive with them so they all can dine together and plan their next move (as well as Logan plan to tell them and Ranma especially his plan to bring his family to the school).

However, before that could happen the phone rang, curious Charles went to it and picked it up.

"Hello?"

-Good day Mr. Xavier, we have an Elizabeth Braddock here at the reception desk who is requesting to speak with you, shall we send her up? — The receptionist asks politely.

"I see…" he replies vocally while he telepathically tells them what is going on who look back curiously at that bit of news "…please do so and thank you for the notice."

-No problem sir, is there anything else you will require? —

"No but thank you all the same."

-Have a good day sir. —

"To you as well." Charles thanks before he hangs up.

"I wonder why she came?" Ranma voices everyone's question as he scratches the back of his head out of habit.

"Guess we'll find out when she gets here." Jean replies while also curious.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door with Lorna being the closest she went to open it.

There stood Betsy in a pair of tight blue jeans, purple blouse and black leather jacket and leather boots on. Not one what one would expect from a person of her standing but frankly she was not into that and was a free spirit at heart.

"Good morning." She greets cheerfully to all and gets greeted the same in turn.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company at this hour Miss Braddock?" Charles begins as he gestures a nearby sofa for her to sit.

"I came because I wish to both repay our debt to Ranma for coming to warn us as well as to request something of you." She spoke with a calm and seriousness manner that made the group all the more curious, Charles included as he nods at her to continue.

"I wish to join your institute as both a student as well as to teach Ranma how to use the telepathy and telekinesis that were added to him from my DNA." That caught all of them on guard.

"I must say I am surprised by this turn of events Miss Braddock, and though I am not opposed to this as all are welcomed at my school to learn more about their gifts as well as help us continue our effort to bridge the gap between humans and mutants but..."

"But you would like to hear more of my reason of why I have chosen to do this correct?" She finishes for him as she guessed it was a logical question.

"Indeed."

"As I explained to my father and brother last night I want to repay Ranma for his warnings and felt that teaching him about what my powers convey was a way to do so, I have no doubt both yourself and miss Grey can teach him but I feel my personal experience on what to expect will better aid him, after all I can teach him to do this…" with that said she held out her forward as if she was holding something when a violet katana of pure psionic energy appeared.

"…that is so cool." Ranma idly comments to which Jean and Lorna both nod in agreement.

"Fascinating, to think you could create psionic constructs at such a young age, most impressive Miss." Hank comments as he looks at the construct intently.

"Thank you doctor for the compliment." Betsy smiles at the man for compliment.

"And you think you can teach me to do that?" Ranma asks with the same zeal he has for the art, Betsy blushes a bit at the intense look he gives.

"Oh my, love a good scrap eh? I like a man with passion." She flirts making the young man sputter before blushing like crazy, making her giggle at his response.

*He looks so cute like that! *

"I kid Ranma, but in all seriousness yes I can teach you that and more if you like, though first I would like to have the Professors approval in my request to join your school."

"I would have no objections so long as your family is all right with your choice."

"They are though given the threat of this Sinister they have requested if some additional help can be given and I wanted you to meet her beforehand. She is a spitfire I won't deny and she is not too trusting given that she, like our esteemed doctor McCoy, has the bad luck of a very physical mutation that has made her target of prejudice and violence to which she has been often at times forced to...retaliate in kind" She winces at that last part as she doesn't want to paint her friend as some sort of psychopath but she also doesn't want to give any false ideas of what she is capable of when pushed.

"…you trust her?" Logan asks with a look of seriousness as he levels a piercing look at the teen.

"With my life sir." Betsy replies with confidence.

Logan looks at Charles for a moment before the wheelchair bound man looks to her with a serene look.

"Could you arrange a meeting with her?"

"Of course, she is free today at noon, I called her yesterday to arrange a meet and greet when I got permission from my father."

"It still a way off before noon though." Lorna points out.

"And I could use a meal." Ranma added as he was feeling a bit peckish.

"In that case allow me to show you around, I happen to know a lovely café nearby that serves the most wonderful pastries and I since this seems to be a first time visit to my homeland, I would be remised to not show you all the sights before our meeting to kill some time." Betsy cheerfully offers the group.

Lorna and Jean looked interested in having a tour while Ranma was more intrigued on the food and the three men had no reason to deny the girl her offer.

"Then we accept your kind offer." Charles replies with a smile that she reciprocates.

Later on in the day…

True to her word Betsy had given them the grand tour of the city by showing off her favorite places as well as the ones she felt they would like at first glance. Jean and Lorna were enthralled by the Islington shopping district where they got to try out some of the clothing from some famous brands. Hank and Charles took to the museums dedicated to history and science in South Kensington while Logan and Ranma were more relaxed around Hyde Park and the Kensington Gardens than the hustle and bustle of the city and could be closer to nature.

Ranma was tempted to do some training but didn't want to get them in trouble so he just took a moment to just take in the sights.

But as noon approached, they had to cut their enjoyment short to visit Betsy's friend and see if she would be on board. Hence why they were currently in front of an apartment building that had seen better days.

"This the place?" Logan asks with a raised eyebrow at the place.

"Yes, not a looker I know but according to her it's cheap and doesn't discriminate, plus she has been working constantly to save enough money to leave hence why I hope she accepts the deal and comes with us to the states." The violet haired psychic comments as she leads them inside.

"What can we expect from her? Anything we should know beforehand to not set her off?" Jean asks as they approach the elevators.

"Try not to stare at her too much, it makes her…irritable." Betsy carefully says as she prefers, they make their own judgements themselves.

"Is her mutation that bad?" Lorna questions, she knew that not everyone who had their X-gene go active got off as lucky as her or Jean in the looks department.

"Not bad per say but quite noticeable, she doesn't let it get to her anymore but every once and a while some tosser gets it into their head to take a go at her and well…tempers flare to say the least." The Englishwoman bitterly comments as she has been witness to some of these incidents.

They all soon arrived at their destination and headed towards the apartment with Betsy in the lead. They could hear loud rock music through the door but Betsy was undeterred as she loudly bangs the door.

"Rita! Rita, It's me Betsy! Ugh, she does his every bloody time I just know she does." She gripes as she continues to band on the door.

"Keep your shirt on I'm coming!" A voice replies from the other side over the music.

"You better be decent! I don't want a repeat of last time!" Betsy shouts earning curious looks from the other teens.

"What happened last time?" Ranma ventures to ask against his better judgement.

"She gave me a free show of the goods." Betsy deadpans while Ranma tilts his head in confusion while Jean and Lorna blush as the door opens.

"Bitch please, I saw you take a good long look." The owner of the apartment comments with humor as she looks at her friend and impromptu guests.

The person in question was a rather beautiful young woman with silver hair that reached her waist. She was clad in sky blue yoga pants and sports bra and given her glistening body was clearly working out, Ranma took note of how fit and toned she looks and guesses she must exercise regularly to maintain it.

All in all, she was a looker…if one ignored the fact that she had six arms instead of two!

"Hey all, names Rita Wayword, but my friends what few I have call me Spiral."

To be continued…

A/N: So yeah, that happened.

She essentially is the 616 as far as looks go but is a mutant like her Ultimate counterpart with the exception of me giving her teleport powers. Why did I include her you ask? 50% because there is nothing, and I mean nothing at all with her on this site which is just weird to me and the other 50% because I can.

Why did I make her friends with Psylocke? Just me being crazy with my work. I am well aware of the events that took place between the two but I figure I can make my own history for the two plus last I heard she was part of a team of X-men after getting stuck on her by Mojo, whether she is still one like Sabertooth or not I don't know.

Also, just to throw this out there but Lorna is not being paired up with Ranma, I probably will hook her and Iceman up, take that as you will. Not Havok though, one he is still in Hawaii and two…I really don't know how to incorporate him into the group or if I should (ideas are welcomed).

Will stop the story here, the next step is of course to get them to Japan where we can see some action…though I am not sure yet what to do. My ideas range from Deathstrike and the Reavers, The Hand, Silver Samurai and the Yakuza to Viper/HYDRA (Again, ideas are welcomed).

With all that said I will now begin work on my Man of Steel story and the events of OZT. Afterwards I will be doing a bit of a mix of writing some new stuff and updating some of the older stories…yes that includes Halo cross (covers ears from earth shattering sqwee!). Will probably go in order of New then Old, what is new will likely be Comic book base, probably Marvel/X-men.

On a side note I want to address two things before leaving, you don't have to read it as it is just me ranting like a loon but I occasionally need to vent my frustrations. If this is not your cup of tea please exit in an orderly fashion and I'll see you next time.

To spicarus: As you can see, I did not wait for another comic book legend to pass on before I updated. FYI: Class, get some the next time you decide to chide me with the use of the dearly departed…especially if the departed is Stan Lee!

To the ones who commented on Ranma not destroying Logan in the spar, and I swear it is the Kr fiasco all over again where people aren't looking at the whole picture, the purpose behind the spar is to have Logan build a bridge to connect with his son as more than just the other half of his DNA.

That is all, rant over, off to see Aquaman…PEACE!