Subject: [OTL]: Age of Madelyne Prologue (PG-13)
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 19:45:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Phil Hartman <will1@earthling.net>

 will1@earthling.net

 Age of Madelyne:

 Prologue

 by Phil Hartman

 DISCLAIMER: They're all Marvel's. No money is being
made off of this. Please don't sue.

 CONTINUITY: VERY alternate Earth ...

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 6/16/2001:
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 I really don't want them to go.

 Emma, I trust; Sean, I trust; even Moira, I trust
(hell, she was my obstetrician, I'd BETTER trust her).

 But they're MINE, damnit. I gave birth to them, I
nursed them, I cuddled them.

 I gutted the Marauders, the night they came for Ray
and Nate.

 I tore off N'astihr's wings, and S'ym's - ahem - and
hurled them down off of the Empire State Building,
when they'd tried to steal my babies.

 I did - bad - things to Sinister, when I learned the
truth about my "life." Permanent, bad things.

 I saw my little son infected with a techno-organic
virus, and lost control, and splattered Apocalypse.

 I burned out the Shadow King - snuffed out, perhaps
more accurately.

 I crushed a simpering little green-skinned brat, and
brought home a bloodied giant of a time-lost cop, and
smacked around a pathetic little twit of a Frost who
pretended to MY position in the Inner Circle.

 ...

 Charles. There's a regret.

 A mild one, to be sure - eating Magnus' mind was not
Charles' greatest idea, and I have no qualms over what
I HAD to do to protect the kids - but ...

 It hurt Scott, more than it did me. That's what I
regret the most.

 He forgave me, of course; Scott's never been the type
to keep a grudge. No, that's my area of expertise.

 Burning, burning fire of revenge ...

 I've been scorched.

 No real surprise, that.

 It's not something I've ever shared with Scott - God
knows, I owe him so very much, for stepping aside as
field leader after Rachel's birth.

 But I'm a little complicated.

 You see, I remember dying.

 And I remember living.

 And everything in-between.

 (Death as a member of the Village People. Ick.)

 This isn't a safe world; O:ZT proved that. But it's a
little safer, after the Kelly Act and the -

 - well, let's just say Bastion paid dearly for what
he put Jubilee, and the rest of us, through.

 (Another secret, for the pile, eh, Maddie ?)

 I am a shade of a dead woman, a tangible ghost, and
the anti-matriarch.

 I am June Cleaver meets Xena meets Psi-Corps.

 I am the Goblyn Queen.

 I am Madelyne Pryor-Summers.

 And this is my story.

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 TBC in:

 Age of Madelyne:

 Morrigan
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 NOTE: OK, I can hear the jaws dropping already >)

 Seriously, I've never exactly been - nice, let's say
- to Maddie. Heck, I had Scrambler tear her psi-form
apart in the very first fanfic I ever wrote :/

 But, then, I got to thinking - considering how long
Scott and Madelyne knew each other, and how she had,
at the outset, been a decent mother to Little Nate.

 So, I considered it a bit of a personal challenge to
write a story where Maddie got to be around. To
actually do something with herself besides be a victim
...

 ... and it just all sort of ran from there >)

 (Not to mention that I get to have a LOT more fun
with her than Jean >)

 Let the chaos begin ...

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