Subject: FIC: 'The Time-Travelling Mutie Affair' (Pryde/Wisdom, MfU) Date: Mon, 05 May 2003 12:48:17 -0700 From: "Anne Marsh" Happy (belated) birthday, Luba! So sorry I've not written you anything in so long (Been v busy w/ college, and putting on the play I'd written). Hope this is good enough to make up for it. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of them. Marvel owns Pryde and Wisdom, MGM (and Felton? I know he created it) owns MfU. 'The Time-Travelling Mutie Affair' (Pryde/Wisdom, MfU) There was a bright, disorienting flash of light, but when it was gone, Pete Wisdom was still on the same New York street, and his fiancee was still on his arm, so he shrugged it off for the time being as just more mad American weirdness. "Now, Pete, before you meet the 'family', I--" "Kitty, they've seen me on the vid screen." "I know, but this is the first time you'll officially meet them, and I want you to make a good impression." "I thought you wanted me to be myself." "A cleaner version of yourself." She sighed, tugging at his sleeve. "Maybe a you in a new suit." "Me doesn't do new suits, Luv." "Can we get one of the ones you have professionally fitted and pressed at least?" She took the suitcase from him. "And let's get you a proper garment bag so it stays nice." He sighed dramatically. "Fine. Let's get this over with. There's a place we could ask at. Del Floria's." They opened the door, and immediately, Pete swung into action, tackling the man at the counter. An alarm sounded, and two men with guns stepped out of a hidden door. "Peter Paul Wisdom, what do you think you're doing?" Kitty shrieked. "Let him go." One of the men ordered. Pete dropped the old man. "Sorry. Instincts. Who are you supposed to be?" "We have the guns. Shouldn't we be asking you the questions?" The shorter of the two men waved him to a chair. "Yes, I'd, ah, like an explanation." "Explanation? I came in 'ere looking for a suit, and I found a cover operation. Being an ex-spy, I--" "How did you know it was a cover operation?" The blond interrupted. "It was fairly bloody obvious." Pete sneered. "MI6?" The darker-haired man asked. "Black Air. Infinitely more nasty, and infinitely more evil, which is why I left. You?" "You don't need to know." "FBI? CIA? As far as I knew, neither one has very many Russians, but if you've been undercover, I can see's how the accent might stick around even after the mission was over." "He kind of looks like David McCallum..." Kitty mused, a slight smile touching her face. "I certainly hope you don't find him attractive, Luv, seeing as how he's holding me at gunpoint." "You did kind of fly off the handle, sweetie." Pete coloured. "I told you, it was instinct. Years of walking into traps has a way of getting under a man's skin. Just because you quit spy work doesn't mean it quits you." "I've never heard of Black Air." The taller agent said, holding up a hand to quiet their captive. "If you, ah, don't mind getting back on topic." The blond whispered something in his ear, but he shook his head. "What?" Pete bristled. "Of course you ain't heard of them, that's the whole point of a secret organization. Look, I defected, they're kaput already, end of story." "Current allegiance, if any." The blond demanded. "Excalibur." "Never heard of it." "Gee, Luv, he's about as cuddly as your Russian, i'n't he?" "Stop it, Pete." She snapped. "He's not *mine*, you know that." "Actually, I like blondie here better. He's got a Walther trained on me, but he hasn't beaten my brains in yet." "Pete..." She shot him a warning look. "What, ah, is Excalibur?" "Well, it's like the X-Men, only smaller, based over in Scotland, and--" "X-Men?" "Yeah. X-Men. You ain't heard o' that, either? Bloody--! What kind of spies are you, you 'aven't--" He took a deep breath and looked out the window. And stopped. "What is it, Pete?" "Kit, look at all those cars out there, will you?" She moved to the window. "Yeah? Other than the fact that I haven't seen a new one in a while, I--" "Since the flash of light, right?" "Right." She nodded. "Why?" He turned back to their captors. "What year is it?" "He's mad." The blond stated. "Sixty-five." The brunet answered. "Right." Pete nodded. "Kit?" "Time travel." She sighed in agreement, sitting down. "Weird." "That's a pretty good summation." "That's ridiculous. If you travelled through time--" "It explains why you haven't heard of Black Air, X-Men, or Excalibur." Pete interrupted. "Now if you'll excuse us, we've got to find a way back." "We could, ah, take them down to the, uh, lab... I mean, maybe--" "No. Absolutely not. What if they are THRUSH?" "I told you, I don't think they--" "Well, bugger me." Pete laughed. "THRUSH?" Kitty's eyes widened. "Oh no..." "We didn't just travel through time, Luv... we've wound up in TV Land." "Inter-dimensional." She corrected. "Right, well. If you'll follow us? What's your name, anyway?" "Wisdom." "Solo." "Pryde." "Pryde and Wisdom? Cute couple." "Yeah. Is blondie's name Double?" Pete smirked. "Kuryakin." He scowled. "We are not a cute couple. We are UNCLE agents." "I knew that." Pete sighed under his breath. ---/-/--- "This should do it." The technician smiled hopefully at the motley assortment of people who had just barged into the lab. "Keep your fingers crossed." "Suppose it's too late to get my suit pressed." Pete smiled. "Why, we'll have to rush right over to the school, what with all the time we've spent." "Actually, you'll be returned to the exact where and when you left." The lab tech explained. "You know, if it works." "Could you stop saying 'if'?" "Sorry." He flashed a grin, messed with the panel, and-- There was a flash of bright light. When it was over, Pete Wisdom and Kitty Pryde had disappeared from the lab. ~FIN~ (maybe)