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Previously on X -Men.

Mr. Sinister! You are our son, Nathan!

It's a techno -organic virus strain, and the virus is already spreading rapidly.

What if there's a cure in yours, Bishop?

This man only got enough juice for Nathan and I.

Meaning, we can't go with you. My next life will be mine. Take care, Jean.

Call me Madeline Pryor.

Charles Xavier entrusted me with his dream, and it does not ask you to love

embrace my kind as your own, but merely to accept that this is a shared world

and that my kind have the right to live in it. We will begin talks to admit the

mutant nation of Genosha into the United Nations.

Maybe we should take a page from the professor's playbook and give Eric a

shot. Do you think your team would still trust you if they knew?

Was it caused by atomic testing? Or is it nature herself deciding the time has

come to change the human race?

Some say they're freaks. Some call them monsters. But all over the planet, they

are known as mutants.

We prefer to see it as a world that misunderstands us. Fortunately, helping

build those bridges is a journalist as esteemed as yourself.

Well, I am just as flattered to be sitting with a renowned scientist such

yourself, Dr. McCoy.

Blue blushes, too, my dear.

Here in Westchester County sits an unassuming English estate, the X -Men's

a school for mutants founded by the late Professor Charles Xavier.

Not like regular boring classes.

More hands -on learning, you know, but with big death machines and vampire

dinosaurs.

For many of the X -Men, Xavier's school is the only home they've ever known.

People who have fallen through the cracks.

Forgotten.

Desperate to belong.

But that sense of belonging goes worldwide today, as the UN formally

mutant nation of Genosha.

This is taking forever.

Gambit, please remember that should the new Blackbird suffer a malfunction,

You are the only soul on board for whom gravity would most certainly be an

issue. Ah, can it, you roosters.

Lookie ahead.

Gee, y 'all. They be busy doing a bit of renovating since Gamma's last visit.

Now, would you look at you, girl.

A lot of smiles at the mansion when we heard Madeline Pryor scored a top spot

among Genosha's brass.

The interim council wanted an X -Man.

Luckily, you guys could spare a gene.

Hush, madame.

Two always better than one, and far better than three.

Most times.

Forgive Gambit's passive adolescence. He insisted on coming after Rogue agreed

to join me at the gala. I confess, the master of magnetism was surprised.

to receive an invite bearing the United Nations seal.

Yeah, I hear it's called the future.

Magneto, the interim council would love a word with you before tonight's gala,

privately if possible.

Hmm, so where the heck does that leave us?

Hey, I'll be a wet bird on a live wire.

Kurt Wagner, how the heck are you, furball?

Meine Freunde!

We shall play tourist as the council speaks with Magneto. Thirt joined the

council to help work with Genosha's various communities' faith.

Things to see.

Such wonders in this city.

Long as he left those faithful killer monks of his back at the monastery.

Oh, a scimitar tongue, Gambit. You remain as always.

We have much to discuss since our gothic adventure amid the Alps. Come.

Everything around us would not have been possible without the work of the

Eggman.

It's just like he said it'd be.

Who? The professor?

Yeah, sure.

Always used to say we'd have a place all our own one day.

More than a place.

A home.

Daddy's charging pretty high rent.

First thing a nation overnight is not without its share of stumbles.

Ignore him. I can't help but ruin honey.

Well, maybe Gambit's willing to ask questions no one else will.

Like, why is Magneto suddenly mutant MVP?

A man named them.

Your poker face is very poor.

Hey, mind your beeswax, folks.

Didn't go ringing for no priest.

It does not take a priest to see you and rogue souls touch in every gaze.

Ain't a touch she be looking for.

You Americans, so theatrical.

Life is violins and close -ups. I blame soap operas.

Just marry the bell and be done.

Scoundrels like me, we don't get no white picket reward.

We too busy for love, too busy sinning. There is no love without sin.

Love is best measured in what we forgive.

I'm here with Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops.

Scott, are you surprised to see such a bold move in world politics?

Well, if being an X -Man teaches anything, Miss Tilby, it's to expect the

unexpected. I always kept that in mind as field leader. Hey, those shades are

weirding out the lights. Can you take them off?

I can't.

Sorry. So, uh, back as team leader. Actually, let's talk about you and

Girl. I hear you're the X -Men power couple. A love that spans galaxies.

So I have to ask, when did you know she was the one?

You're skipping the questions, too.

Hard to interview someone who can't tell which parts of her memories belong to

her and which parts belong to her clone.

Even reacquainting myself with my psychic powers feels strange.

Like the face of an old friend seen from every angle with the one in your

memory. This busted mug ain't changed in a hundred years, and you know it.

I remember so many things.

So many with Scott.

The two lovebirds still ain't talking?

He's grieving his son.

Although the way he's avoiding me recalls a time.

We were in Nevada. I had just acquired the power of a cosmic entity.

The Phoenix.

Oh, right.

You were there.

I asked Scott to go on a picnic at sunset.

She seemed nervous when I asked her to go out. Like she didn't trust me.

He was scared.

Afraid the Phoenix had changed me. I wanted to reassure him.

I wanted to show her that nothing had changed.

She was still the hothead who knocked my books out of my hand when I ran into

her on the first day of school.

But I could already feel the universe speaking to me, much like Scott used to,

through our special psychic rapport.

She snaps at me, and then she takes off my ruby glasses, which hold back my

powers. I needed to anchor myself because every fiber of me hungered to

and travel the cosmos right then.

And nothing happened.

Gene was using the power of the Phoenix to block my optic blasts. And we could

see each other's eyes.

They anchored me.

Focused me.

His eyes made me stay.

Now... I know all about drowning in memories.

Best to look up and keep paddling. Keep moving. Because the past will yank you

under if you don't.

I forget how many sunrises your eyes have seen.

The only ever seen one of you, Red.

Just the one.

Logan, I'm... You're Jean Grey.

He's Scott Summers. Those are the rules.

You just forgot him for a sec.

Nuff said.

Now go talk to that overgrown boy scout.

Now, the latest adventure, Parenthood.

Jean... Jean and I don't have any kids. You don't? No.

Strange. I saw hospital records for one Nathan Charles Summers, born to Scott

and Jean Grey Summers, just last month. Born at Westchester Memorial.

I spoke to a Dr. Bryans there. He said you told your teammate to hold rogue.

That jerk wouldn't deliver my... He called my kid a freak.

Scott, I came here today to give the X -Men a chance to show the world that

mutants are just like us.

People. Normal.

And you lie.

Why lie?

Because you're normal.

Excuse me?

I said because you're normal.

You're ungrateful.

We fight, risk our lives for you. Evil mutants, robots, crazy aliens.

I gave him up. I gave him up because you can't say thank you. Because I have to

stomach your questions and prove that I'm a person. I lie because the truth is

we're nothing like you.

Thank God, because it's the only reason you people are still alive.

Recent events have aligned themselves in an unprecedented fashion for our kind.

With even the most overlooked of us finally getting a voice. We need to be

thinking about how to speak loudly as one united community.

This concerns me and my X -Men. How?

We need a handsome jawline that begs trust and respect. A poster child king.

Careful, Miss Frost.

Don't go feeling this man's head with such notions.

Whose charitable idea was it to let a human be on the council?

Were no others available to weep over semantics?

Moira's a fierce ally to mutants. And we all agreed on a title of Chancellor.

You eclectic allotment of social climbers wish for me to rule Genosha.

Hilarious. One could argue, and many sadly do, that none of us would be here

today were it not for you and your publicity stunt.

Are there no others better -tempered to stomach the squabble of human diplomacy?

Aye, but Charles be gone, Magneto.

And I may not like it, but if Charles trusts you with his X -Men, he trusts

with this.

We were at a bar in Germany when he first mentioned his dream.

I laughed at him.

Was he...

Sentimental or suicidal, both earn an early grave.

He did that smile of his, that annoying secret smile.

Magneto, any dream worth having is a dream worth dying for.

We thought we'd perish before seeing the day when humanity accepted our people.

Like Moses in the Promised Land, we would carry the dream, but never live

Look, Magnus.

I may not be Jean Grey, but I know what the professor would say if he was here.

Time to dream bigger.

You shall have me.

On one condition.

I ought to knock you from here to the North Pole. You think making me your

means we're getting back together?

It is a political calculation, Rook.

Me, mutant kind's fiercest defender, and you.

An X -Man whose touch allows her to feel anyone's pain. A true leader. An

empathetic one.

Was this your plan all along?

Make everyone like you and then take over? This was Xavier's design. It is

he gave me, his X -Men, a final chance to uphold the promise we made to one

another so long ago. But I need help.

You take me for a fool.

Acting like this is all about you and the Professor.

I won't deny my passion for you. As with Gambit, loving you makes broken men

whole, so that even as you deny us, our heartache is not in vain.

We would be lucky to have you.

Lead.

I can't believe I've lost it like that.

Oh, Scott. Anger is normal, even for mutants.

Sometimes you just have to let go.

There are some things worth holding on to.

Describe him to me.

Describe Nathan.

I see him.

Everywhere. In every face on every street, so clearly.

I can't see color.

But up here?

I see these big brown eyes and this wild rust -colored hair.

It reminds me of... Of us.

Don't tell me!

You can explain!

Jean! If you'll excuse us, Madeline.

Something wrong, Miss Pryor?

Sorry. Mine just drifted a moment.

Mind drift indeed.

Communicating via psychic rapport was our thing, Scott.

Just stop it. Let me explain, please.

Explain what?

I know what I saw.

Jean, you... How long has it been happening?

A month, maybe. I was checking in after she moved overseas, but we ended up...

Go. Go to Genosha. Be with my clone.

Oh, dear.

What you saw on the astral plane was confusion, Jean.

Grief.

She's the mother of my son.

That's the one thing I can be certain about right now.

Do you love her?

I love both of you.

Whole galaxies beckoned me, but I turned my back for you.

Sinister cuts out a part of me and you love it?

That wasn't love in there. It's ego.

The music's changing and you need a chair.

Leader, father, husband. And you? You don't trust your memories. Do you even

love me? My love for you is the one thing I remember amid this pain and

insanity. Remember or feel?

Choose, Jean.

Do not spin this on me.

Do you love me, Jean?

Or am I just a lovely memory?

Jean, what is it?

Hey there.

Wasn't expecting a lady caller.

What's wrong, Cher?

You best sit down.

It was back after I ran away from my daddy.

My evil mother was helping me with my powers.

Said she knew a fella who could help.

An associate.

The man seemed nice enough.

Seemed to want to help.

Just not like I thought.

He spent weeks talking about how mutants were special.

How we'd have our own cities and culture one day.

He even had plans too, Remy.

Mutant art, fashion, dance.

He showed me that being a mutant wasn't just about my power.

It could be something more.

And when we realized that his electromagnetic powers protected him

touch, other things started happening.

But then I started seeing the hurt in him, like raging waters.

There wasn't enough room in our affair for his demons and mine.

When I joined the X -Men, Eric said he wouldn't want me to lose another family.

He acted like it never happened.

We both did.

You gonna accept his offer?

If Genosha's shown us anything, it's that we don't need to be afraid of

And if I can play a bigger role and better in the world, well, that's the

reason I became an X -Man.

You never wanted to make things official.

I respected that.

I played the swamp rat.

And I played your share.

All the expectations.

Every time, looking at you, seeing all the things I couldn't do.

Like telling Gambit the dang truth.

I can't touch you, Remy. Your heart may beat for me, but I can't feel it.

You light up everything you touch, but never me.

Something's a bit deeper than skin, Cher.

Not this.

I'll wager that fool will break your heart in two.

Gambit always knows the odds.

That it?

In this game, he do.

Till then, we be friends, Mona Mee.

Just friends.

A drink for my dashing Cajun?

Not enough drink changed the fact that others be more dashings here.

Assemble the council.

We need to talk.

Whatever is the matter, Dr.

Cooper? Is it your dress?

My former prosecutor has likely taken issue with your choice for chancellor.

But surely Genosha's right to self -govern will not only be protected, but

cherished. As it is with all UN nations.

Most other nations don't allow a terrorist to be their leader. Yet so

their leaders to be terrorists.

If it eases your mind, Magneto accepted only on the condition that we ask one of

the X -Men to govern with him.

Rogue. What did she say?

What is it?

Thanks

for

the dance, sugar.

But my name is right.

Some things are deeper than skin.

Get everybody out.

Kill the music.

Cable? You have to get everyone out.

Now. He's coming.

Who's coming? Cable, what's going on?

No.

Not again.

I... You made it.

You survived.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

Sorry for what?

Rogue? Remy.

You're alive.

So are you.

Got it. How many?

Too many.

So many.

Some vile Godzilla sent.

You go at it, you end up dead.

Can't even dent it.

We're trying to evacuate folks now, but the Morlocks, they... They're stuck in

the bay.

Right under its belly.

There's no way to them.

A promise was made.

Hurry!

Almost to the garden!

I

draw

its fire away from the garden.

Rogue clears the path for Gambit to the Morlocks. Save as many as you can.

We shall not live our days wondering if we could have saved more.

Better luck guess who left.

Leech knows Callisto will find us.

Not her.

Magneto. He promised Leech would never be scared again.

The X -Men are no friends to the Morlocks.

Bonne soirée, mes amis.

Now kindly follow me.

I have no idea.

Mute and intruder neutralized.

The name's Gambit, on a knee.

Remember it.

How many?

How many, damn it?

To reiterate for those just returning to us, regardless of your stance on recent

world events... Oh, my...

I can't