X-Men and Gatchaman do not belong to me,
(Wishes that they were, Hope would be a happy lil hentai then) but the members of the Weapon Squad are my own Idea, with the exception of Rachel Summers a.k.a.: Phoenix. If you want to use them ASK FIRST. This is a story inspired by the work of fellow fic writer Ennien Ashbrook. This story in no way reflects the Ideas and/or Concepts of the original creators. I am making no money from this and have none to begin with, so please don't sue.This fic deals with
Dark matter, concerning things such as Abuse, Suicide, and will eventually touch on the topic of Rape. If these topics bother you, please do not read this fic. I appreciate feed back, but will not tolerate flames.If you are considering Suicide, or are in an abusive relationship, Please seek help. It's out there; all you have to do is ask.
Learning to Live. Part two:
DISCOVERIES
By
Hope of Watch Tower J
Co-written by Syx Maxwell
Jason sat in Chief Anderson's office and glared at the team's mentor. "I don't care WHAT you say! If Sarah wanted me dead, or if she wanted to turn me over to Spectra, it already would have happened! And just WHERE the HELL do you get off bugging her home?!"
"Shut up and watch the tape."
"NO DAMN IT! You CAN'T do this!"
The sharp crack of a flesh striking flesh rang out in the room, making the other 4 members of the team wince. Jason, now subdued by years of conditioning, fell silent to watch the tape.
Sara leaned against the closed door. "Oh well," she said as her hair became a deep forest green, her eyes blood red, and her skin midnight blue. "Maybe I'll see him again someday."
Jason's jaw clinched in an effort to keep it from dropping.
The shape-shifter smiled as she began to assemble a Video-phone.
"Fire-bird One," came a cheerful voice. "If you wish to speak to the Drooling Flea-bag, please press 1. If you're looking for the Ruby-eyed Boy Scout, please press 2, and your call will be forwarded to the appropriate asshole."
"Hi Gate."
"Ringer! Hey girl, What's up!"
"I just had a very interesting few days."
"Oooo. Please tell. I'm so bored!"
From the angle of the video, Jason could see the image of a woman in her early to mid twenties on the Video-phone's screen. She had long brown hair and soft lavender eyes. Her bangs were black and she was wearing a sapphire blue dress shirt.
"I met the members of G-Force, and I gotta tell you, the Condor is damn cute."
"Ringer? Are you in love?"
"Maybe, Gate. Maybe."
"OH MAH GAWD!" Gate all but squealed. "You the most dangerous shape-shifter OF your generation, in love? He isn't a boy-scout like Scoot, the red vizard wonder is he?"
"No. I think he's a bit more like Gambit or Deadpool. You know, the loner with the angst."
"Angst? This kid got problems?"
"Yeah. He pulled a Haden."
"What, he has a lover that he tried to kill?"
"No. He tried to kill himself."
"…" Gate had the appearance of one stunned into silence. "Oh fuck."
"Yeah. I get the distinct impression that he'd fit in REAL well with us Weapons."
"That bad, huh?"
"Well let me see… He's about my age, he's been fighting in a war for 2 years, who knows HOW long he was training before that, and I didn't like the 'feel' I got off of him."
Jason frowned. Was his life so terrible? In his heart, he knew it was.
"Your empathic abilities kicking in again?"
"Yeah," the tall blue skinned girl replied. "I hope he calls me. I get the feeling he needs someone to talk to that understands. And who better than me?"
"You do have a point." A frown crossed the brunet's face and she said, "Your mom called. She's in lock-up with X-Factor."
"Oh bloody hell! Ok, I'll give her a call. Bye Gate."
"Bye Ringer."
Jason watched as the shape-shifter ended the call and dialed a second code.
"X-Factor mule farm! Which Ass do you want?" A cheerful voice rang.
"Hi mom."
"Hi baby! How's your new life coming?"
"Well, I LOVE my new loft. The neighbors are friendly, the city is FAB and I have lots of desert roads to drive on."
"Solving the worlds problems at 3:00am," the other speaker laughed. "I'm glad you're happy hon. I know you were miserable here."
"I wasn't miserable mom. I just hated feeling like I had a target on my forehead. The Reavers I could handle. The yakiza weren't that bad. And the Sentinels? No problem. But when some bastard put a $10,000,000 contract out on me because I decked him for feeling me up? Well, I figured it was time for a change of pace. I'll deal out some 'bloody retribution' later, on MY terms."
Sara shifted to her right and Jason got his first look at the other speaker. She had dark blue skin and blood red hair. Her eyes were luminous yellow, and she was clad in what looked like white leather.
"Well," the other woman said. "It's just as well you left when you did. I got a call from Patch. T-Ray took the contract on you."
"Oh Luv-ly! Just what I didn't need, the albino freak after me."
"Another thing to be careful of is your father. He's hooked up with Sinister again."
"No prob.'. The Marauders and the Pasty faced freak I can handle." The green-haired shape-shifter's face grew serous once again. "I'm sending some data I came up with. I think it might be the key to the Legacy Virus. If I'm right, than it's not so much a virus as an air born mutigen."
"I'll see that McCoy and MacTaggert receive it."
"Thanks, mom. I'd better let you go before Forge snaps at you."
"I love you baby."
"I love you too. Good bye."
The screen went blank and Chief Anderson turned to Jason. "I want you to contact her. We may be able to use her against the Spectans."
Jason glared at his mentor. He knew if he didn't do it, he would be punished and he shuddered at the thought of what it had been last time. He also knew that if he didn't go, than someone else would. And that someone would bring her to the Chief. He couldn't let that happen.
In a voice akin to a small child, Jason accepted his mission.
END PART 2
