Earth 534834
8th February 1992
12:21 GMT
"…not a matter of cold feet,
oh seraphim of my heart. But there are practical arrangements to make of a type I'm not supposed to tell you about in advance."
"Ah know ah-." I hear her make a frustrated exhalation. "Did ah come on too strong for ya? Ah know ya'll said-."
"Seven months' time is more
sensible, but if you don't mind besotted-me-who-isn't-making-rational-decisions, I'm more than happy to acquiesce to your request."
"Since you ain't makin' rational decisions, vanishin' raight aftuh a conversation like that's not a real great way to start a new part of the relationship."
"Understood, won't happen again."
"Is it-?" … "Are you lookin' fer a ring?"
I look down at the rocky shore of Muir Island as I
fly over it.
"Not
right now."
"Ya'll don't have t' fight that Mandarin fellah again on
mah behalf."
"No, but you know that if I don't he's going to turn up at the wedding, and that's just going to be a nuisance."
"That's awful presumptuous of ya. Ah don't remember ya'll askin' me."
"Or maybe it's more convenient for us to make him come to us? Sort of a team exercise. And anyway, I need a pair of engagement rings and a pair of wedding rings. That's four rings out of a set of ten, so then there'd be five left over and I don't like it when the numbers don't fit."
"Ah
do expect ya'll to ask me."
"And I'm going to make it as romantic as I can, and also a bit of a surprise, which is why I'm not talking about specifics and
definitely not because I'm panicking about not having any real idea how to do it."
"
Yeyah. Ya'll ain't the only
feelin' nervous. Lahk I got a whole mess a' butterflies flying around mah insades."
"I get a tingle in my extremities. A bit like pins and needles, only not as painful, combined with a dreadful sense of apprehension that I'm going to
somehow make a tremendous mess of things."
"Hn. I guess we don't neither of us know what we're doin'."
"I'd like to be able to consult with my parents, but…"
"Oh."
"Sorry, that was a bit… I'm sure they'd be happy for
us, but it would be nice to be able to discuss it with people who'd been married for over thirty years."
"Ah think ya'll 're gonna do faihn."
"And I think you will as well.
Though I've got a very biased viewpoint." I see the Muir Island research institution up ahead, and
fly towards it. "Okay, look, I need to do that thing I can't talk to you about…"
"An' ah need t' get back on guard duty. See ya'll back at the Mansion.
Don't keep me waiting, now."
"Indeed you will.
I love you."
I tap the ring to end my satellite connection,
wrenching my thoughts back onto the job before I drop out of the air. Ah… Orange power rings are
not love-friendly. I've been practicing, but… I might have to talk to Scott and Xavier about
not getting paired with Anne-Marie on missions if I can't work out a way around it. A couple of other versions of me I met at Vanishing Point appeared to be managing, but from what they said it involved a level of spiritual development I… Just don't have.
I
land at the front doors of the Muir Island laboratory and press the buzzer.
Scan shows only one person present, which is what I expected. It might take them-.
"Who is it?"
"Orange Lantern. I'd like to speak with you face-to-face if that's at all possible,
Doctor Adler."
"How did you get here?"
"I flew myself here."
"Ah. I.. see." There's a
klunk as the door is remotely unlocked. "Come in. I'll be down shortly."
"Thank you."
I push the door open and stride inside. It's.. not really a reception. This isn't a customer-facing business, it's a laboratory for a mad scientist who very occasionally entertains guests. Largely funded by
Mr. Worthington the Third, it's one of the few places where the x-gene is studied because… Between the
Friends of Humanity on the one hand and mutant paramilitaries on the other, a remote Scottish island is just about the only place where it's safe to do things like this.
A door in the corridor swings open, and an Einstein-lookalike walks out to greet me.
"Orange Lantern. We're not really open to the public here. What exactly do you want?"
"Your permission to marry your adopted daughter,
Ms. Darkhölme-."
"I don't know
who that is-."
"The real Doctor Adler died on Genosha, which I recently-."
The plasma bolt hits me in the forehead -ow- and I feel a sharp burning pain as it's only
mostly absorbed by my
environmental shield.
Strengthen that.
"
Please don't-" She fires again, and this time I don't feel it. "-do that. It's irritating, and if it actually worked Anne-Marie would be quite upset."
Forehead still hurts, so heal that.
He studies me for a few moments, then lowers his gun. "How did you find me?"
I don't say anything,
but let my glowing eyes speak for themselves.
"You want my permission to date Rogue?"
"No, I want your permission to marry her. Naturally, I'll be hunting down
Irene and
Kurt for the full reunion, but -and forgive me if I'm being presumptuous here- it seemed to me that you occupied the paternal role in her life."
"Did she
tell you to do this?"
"No, but I warned her that I wasn't up to making sensible decisions this early in the relationship and that we should probably wait a few months. She wasn't keen, so here we are."
She stares at me, gradually shifting back to her default blue-woman-in-white-dress form. "Are you rich? Powerful?"
I shrug. "I'm rich enough that I don't ask how much things cost, and I'm powerful enough to keep up my end of a fight."
"Do you love her?"
"
Yes."
"Does your shield work against her power?"
"Yes, and I found a ring which lets her touch people, so she's not dependent on me."
She weighs that up for a moment.
"Then you have my permission."
"
Great, thank you!" I consider hugging her, but decide that would be pushing my luck. "I'll let you know when we've got a date. Um. And please don't get arrested or do anything particularly evil in the meantime, because I know that Anne-Marie still loves you and it would make her upset."
"
Of course not."