Earth 534834
8th February 1992
08:51 GMT -5
Guide dog sniffing cautiously at me from her position next to Irene Adler's legs, the woman herself faces my general direction with a frown on her forehead.
"I wasn't expecting to speak with you today."
And though I wouldn't be so gauche as to say it, I was expecting someone
younger. Though I.. suppose that with her shapeshifting abilities, it's about as hard to guess Ms. Darkhölme's age as it is Logan's.
"Okay? I can leave if you want." I frown. "Ah. Does
you not expecting to speak to me mean that I've got some sort of protection against prognostication or does it mean that I've inadvertently broken the universe?"
"I
hope that the universe isn't that fragile." She pauses. "But you being here isn't helping. I know that I'm talking to you and I know nothing about this conversation."
I nod sympathetically. "I feel the same way, most of the time."
"Hm." She raises her right hand to her chin. "I heard nothing as you walked up the path. You
might have been walking quietly, but I can hear your feet moving now. And you rang the bell. The other possibility is that you flew."
"The second one."
"Are you here to arrest me? My power doesn't lend itself to combat and I'm an old woman. I'd prefer to come quietly rather than be grabbed by a giant robot."
I shake my head. "Those aren't a thing anymore. And I can't arrest you unless I see you committing a crime right in front of me."
"One of Charles' adventurers?"
"One of his students. A..
mature student, obviously."
"Your name?"
The card's no good, because she's blind. I could add the Braille characters to it, but just thrusting something she can't see towards her seems a little rude. "I work under the name 'Orange Lantern'."
She steps back from her door. "You may as well come in. Try not to make too much of a commotion; I'm too old to keep moving every few years."
"Thank you." I frown. "I.. thought that your ability allowed you to walk around?"
She sidesteps around a hall table, a knob-ended cane lying on top of it. I follow her inside and shut the door, her dog coming forward to give me a few sniffs before returning to its mistress's side.
"It usually does. Anywhere where I will walk, I can look a moment or two ahead and use that to navigate. But with you here, I
can't, because as far as my power knows there's no chance of this happening."
I nod. "And so no chance that you'll be where you are."
"Not talking to you." She leads the way into the kitchen. "There are any number of things that could cause me to be somewhere else in my own home."
I nod, glancing at the photographs on the wall. Some of a younger Ms. Adler and Ms. Darkhölme, some of other people I don't recognise. The
one that draws my attention is a group picture of the two of them with Anne-Marie. Huh. I don't think she has a copy-.
"You've stopped. You're looking at the photograph."
"I was speaking to Ms. Darkhölme a few hours ago."
"Oh? How is she?"
"She was in good health. I think she's up to something evil, so I'm doing a three monkeys impression until it becomes overt." Wait a moment. "Don't you know?"
"I know roughly how well she's likely to be in a variety of situations. It's not the same."
I suppose that makes sense.
Inside the kitchen the dog walks over to its basket and flops down, watching its mistress. Ms. Adler picks up her abandoned mug of tea but leaves the newspaper where it is. Because she doesn't need to read it -she can't- but she can look into any future where she might read it and read it there.
"Well? What brought you here?"
"I read up on your file in Professor Xavier's records. I understand that you were going blind before your ability manifested?"
"That doesn't mean that my precognition didn't cause my blindness, just that it manifested first."
"If you like, I can give you a brain scan more accurate than anything available to human medicine. If it was a side effect or unrelated, it's easy for me to fix."
"Did Charles finally find a mutant healer?"
"Sorry, I don't have an x-gene. And I can only heal certain people. But in your case it's a service I'm happy to provide."
"And why am I part of the elect?"
"I'm Anne-Marie's boyfriend, and I'm here to invite you to our wedding."
I see the tea in her mug shake slightly, so she puts it down on the work surface.
"I didn't see
that coming, either."
"No?"
"If anyone, I was expecting Gambit."
I frown. "Really? He didn't seem like the type."
"It wasn't likely. And you invited Raven."
"And Kurt."
"Kurt-? Did you
tell Raven you were inviting him?"
"Yes. She didn't really react, but… I suppose that given how long it's been since she had anything to do with him, that.. may just be awkward for her rather than-."
"I wouldn't assume that." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "How long have the two of you been together?"
"About three months. I wanted to.. wait a little longer. She..
emphatically didn't. Um, Professor Xavier managed to transfer Carol Danvers' personality back into her so that's not an issue any more, and when she woke up she didn't seem to really remember Anne-Marie, so we… Probably got away with that."
"It was necessary."
I raise my right index finger. "It was
probably necessary. I understand that sometimes you
miss consequences."
"That's true." She nods. "And if I can't see you at all, then everything that I thought I knew about her future could be wrong."
"I love the
Seldon Plan, and so does my good friend The Mule. But I'm not going to complain because if you hadn't done that I might not have met her. She might have stayed with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants-."
"It was supposed to be in apostrophes."
"I'm sorry?"
"'Evil Mutants'. A place for those cast out of polite society because they were different and so
of course they were evil. Creed took it as a challenge." She shakes her head with a grimace. "I've got no idea what she saw in him."
"Okay, but can you come?"
"Do you have a date?"
"I haven't actually
asked her yet. Um. Do you have..? Any advice on..? How to go about that?"
"Oh good grief."