X-Men: The Genesis Quest

Final

Madelyne Pryor looked up from what she was reading, facing the reader. "Ah, hello," the redhead nodded stiffly as she said irritably, "well, if you are reading this you have noticed my minion updated our story." Under her breath she muttered, "Lazy bastard."

"Hey!" The Author protested.

Ignoring that Madelyne finished, "Sadly, the interest of the fandom isn't really there, so I've decided to put this story to bed."

"But boss!" Outlaw yelped, the busty blonde dressed in her usual cowboy based clothes, "What about our story? It's not fair!"

"There there," Madelyne patted her on the shoulder, "I know. It disappoints me too. But honestly, what are we to do?"

Joanna Cargill scowled, the black skinned woman shaking her head as she grumbled, "Damn fans. They're too fickle."

"It's the whole internet generation thing," Selene pointed out with a sigh, the black haired woman dressed in a slinky black dress that nearly revealed all her assets. She pouted, "I SAID we should all get into a orgy, that would have drawn readers in."

"Not all of us go that way," Outlaw sniffed.

"You dated Deadpool," Joanna smiled slightly, "I'd think that some muff diving would be a improvement."

"Oh shut up, Frenzy," Outlaw growled.

Selene stalked over to Madelyne and took her arm, "Well, if we are being canceled, I want to have my way with you again one more time."

Madelyne blushed but nodded, "She's right, see you later."

Meanwhile, the special contractors known as LiveWires were getting the news of the sudden cancellation too. "Disappointing," the muscular, army fatigue wearing Hollowpoint Ninja noted, "we seem to be doomed to comic book limbo."

Gothic Lolita shook her head as the fancy dressed super strong android said, "No more rollicking adventures beating things up? Aww."

Social Butterfly shook her head, the pretty young woman perched on the jeep nearby where they waited, "Too bad Adam Warren is so busy with Empowered, if he was writing more Marvel comics I'm sure he'd sneak us in somewhere."

"True enough," Hollowpoint Ninja nodded glumly.

Stem Cell crossed her arms in irritation as the smallest of the team complained, "Now I'll never get to discover is I have bisexual tendencies with Lolita." Everyone looked at her and she blinked, "Ooops, did I say that out loud?"

Cornfed snickered, the bulky man sitting in the jeep.

Gothic Lolita walked over to Stem Cell as she said archly, "Why didn't you ask?"

"Change scenes," Cornfed growled to the author as Lolita ripped Stem Cell's shirt off, "we're about to lose our PG rating!"

Meanwhile, over at the Xavier Mansion and the Massachusetts Academy, there was a more resigned feeling among the various casts. The general thought running through their heads was 'At least we still have our comics roles' and such.

"Plus," Hank McCoy aka the Beast noted mildly as the blue furred man read the notice hanging upside down from the roof of a room in the Massachusetts Academy, "at least we don't have to worry about some of us going gay."

"What?" Colossus blinked, Peter Rasputin inexplicably in his armored form. The young former Russian looked honestly perplexed, an expression usually not far from his face.

"I think the Author's insulting your intelligence," Charles Xavier noted with his telepathy.

"Ignore it," Colossus sighed. He looked at Beast, "What did you mean, again?"

"I checked the punk's stories online," Logan answered instead, the mutant known as Wolverine sourly puffing on a cigar, "about half the girls he writes go gay."

"That would be kind of hot," Warren Worthington noted mildly, the blond haired Archangel casually walking through.

"Spoil any shot I had with Jean too," Logan scowled.

"You know," Beast noted impishly as he swung down from the roof, "I DID notice Jean sneaking off to talk to Evangeline a few times..."

"Oh, I hope you're kidding," Paige Guthrie shook her long blond hair, sighing.

Over at the Xavier Mansion, Scott Summers was sighing in honest relief as he put the cancellation notice on his desk. "Why do you sound happy?" Emma Frost asked her lover, the blond looking at him thoughtfully.

Scott looked a bit sheepish, his ruby quartz glasses shielding his eyes as he admitted, "At least with the story coming to a early end Madelyne can't sue me for wrongful death and Jean can't clean me out in the divorce."

"I suppose you are lucky at that," Emma noted, mentally noting that her lover was indeed a real jerk. 'Too bad I'm attracted to that type,' she sighed.

Out in the yard Alex Summers was randomly firing plasma bolts into the sky, the white rings of his costume churning powerfully. "What are you doing, Alex?" Polaris yelled, the green haired woman frowning fiercely.

"Sorry," Alex smiled ruefully, "but with the story coming to a end, we can do whatever we want." He grinned, "You know how rare it is that I can cut loose?"

"You know, I hadn't thought about that," Polaris admitted. She smiled a bit evilly, "Are those protesters still camped out at the mansion gates?"

"That they are," Havok smiled, seeing where she was going.

"What say we give 'em a little scare?" Polaris laughed.

"Why the hell am I on this team AND the Massachusetts Academy one?" Logan asked, panting after having jogged his way back from the academy.

Cable looked amused as the taller man passed him a beer with his cybernetic arm, "Author made a mistake?" He shrugged, "The writer put me with Cyclops and the mobile team, after all."

"Wouldn't surprise me," Logan popped a claw and sliced the top of the beer can off before chugging it down.

Sam Guthrie and his Mobile Team had crashed their ship the Conquistador out on the lake nearby Xavier's, the team moving out to join the semi-party that was forming. Well, except for Sabertooth who was trapped in the Danger Room with the safety systems turned off.

"Think we were mean to Sabertooth?" Karima Shapandar asked, the Indian police officer and Omega Sentinel drinking a beer with the crowd. Not that a beer had much effect on a cyborg like her, but she liked to try to fit in.

"Nah," Logan shook his head, chugging another.

Regan Wyngarde looked a bit sheepish as blond asked, "So did you always know I was with Maddy's group?"

"Pretty much," Sam Guthrie shrugged as he said, "plot made us ignore it, pretty much."

"Well, thanks for not doing anything TOO nasty to me," Regan said as she took a drink.

Bobby Drake aka Iceman was making ice-sculptures on the lawn, mostly of noted X-enemies and letting his friends blast them. "Look," he formed another one, "I'm Dark Beast! Let's operate!"

Fa-WOOSH! It exploded into ice shards as Cable shot it. "Not bad, Drake," he called. "Wanna beer?" he asked politely.

"Nah," Iceman shook his head. "Hey," he asked, "why was Mystique in a few scenes earlier, when she's supposed to be off with Ororo's squad?"

"Author mistake," Cable and Logan chorused, making everyone laugh.

"Who's up for going over to the Massachusetts Academy and beating the crap out of Magneto?" Chamber asked, the black haired young mutant's mouth and burst open chest churning with unearthly energies.

"Are we supposed to know he's hiding out as Xorn?" Havok asked as he and Polaris returned from terrorizing the bigots.

"I don't think anyone's really worrying about continuity at this point," Sam noted with a laugh. "Let's do it!"

Meanwhile, back in the Antarctic base of Madelyne's band of renegades, The moans and sighs in the bedroom gradually came to a stop. "Ah, that was nice," Selene sighed, untying Madelyne from the bedposts.

"You know, if we showed the readers more sex we might have been more popular," Madelyne noted, rubbing her sore wrists.

"They don't deserve to see us having hot lesbian sex," Selene told her smugly as she cuddled with Madelyne.

"And this is totally out of character for both of us," Madelyne noted.

Selene smiled as she said, "I won't tell if you won't."

Over in another part of the base Chance and Ariel were pouting as they finished their coffees. "Damn it, we barely got a cameo!" Ariel bitched, the rainbow haired girl perched on the counter.

"At least you got to join the X-Men in the comics," Chance noted, the Asian young woman sitting beside her.

Ariel snorted, "Yeah, just in time to get killed off by zombies."

Chance winced, "Ouch."

"Yeah, being a bit character in X-Men pretty much means you're cannon fodder," Ariel agreed glumly as she finished off her coffee.

Chance hugged her gently, "Don't worry, you can always hang out with me in character limbo."

Ariel smiled as she hugged her back, "Thanks.

End

Notes: The sad truth is this fic has gotten very few reviews, leaving me rather unmotivated to continue. It doesn't help that canon X-Men has really gotten worse in the past few years, making me even less interested in writing stuff based on it. I AM however sorta tempted to do something with the Living Monolith ideas eventually, assuming I can figure out the best way to do it. Keep an eye out, and I'll post something as soon as it's ready.