Homecoming

[Hank McCoy]

The outside still looked the same, it had been a while, since the death of Xavier since Hank had come to this mansion. it felt like he was gone for too long. This had always felt like home to him, but at the time he knew he needed to venture away from the growing tense. "As thy American writer and playwright Thomas Wilder said, "When you're safe at home you wish you were having an adventure; when you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home." Never have truer words been spoken," beast spoke to himself as he reached for the gate.

Hesitantly, he hadn't left in good terms with most of the team, he didn't know if he was still welcomed. His mind thought of how he left things. There was no goodbye, no time to even attempt one, in true, Hank just left before anyone had time to stop him.

Living off the radar and disappearing into the one place the war had yet touched, The savage lands, the irony was not lost on Hank, having to go to such a place to find peace. However, that was in the past now, no matter how he left, this was his home, Hank took a deep breathe and slowly made his way to the mansion door. Looking at the lights as they followed him (hidden camera built into the security system) Hank was proud they at least keep it running while he was away.

[Rogue]

While most of the team had left the mansion after Xavier’s death, Rogue was one of the few that actually stayed. She really had no other place to go and this was her one true home. She had at least owed it to Xavier to stay, he was in fact one of the few that believed in her and gave her a chance when she first joined the X-Men. Something that seemed so long ago to her. Walking through the front doors of the mansion she peered outside and saw an old familiar friend, Hank. A small smile was on her face, it had been a long time since she had seen him and it was nice to see an old familiar face.

“Hank, Welcome back…” she said softly to him.

[Hank McCoy]

Hank's mind was on the landscape that he had once forgotten, when he heard a voice that after years seemed divine. It wasn't just the fact that he spent sometimes in the savage lands, but it was just that he missed his teammates.

Rogue had always been a close friend to hank, where as his outward appearance, it was rare that people took the time to know him, but Rogue, her outward appearance often drew people in to her, but she could touch them. Two people with almost the same problem.

"It is good to see you Anna," Hank said his voice betraying him with a hint of relief. Nice to know someone welcomed him back.

[Rogue]

She gave a faint smile to Hank. It had seemed like an eternity since she had last seen him and just by the small reply it had seemed to her that he had changed a lot. But that just could’ve been her. She hasn’t sure for herself. As a friend she extended a gloved hand to Hank. She would’ve just gave him a hug but the whole skin to skin contact got in the way and she didn’t want take any chances.

“It’s good t’ see you t’ shugah.”

[Hank McCoy]

Hank smile as he took her hand and place both of his over her, "As is to you you, still the southern flower that i remember, i see." it was a warm feeling to have familiar contact, Hank moved toward the door, to where he was face to face with his friend and once teammate. "It has been too long my friend, how have you been?" Hank asked as he looked sincerely into her emerald eyes.

Thou he had already had an idea of what was going on, he had heard something on the plane ride here, but still he hope she would say "Peachy"

[The Juggernaut, Bitch]

"What? Is that blue boy I hear?!" Came from the upstairs loft. In a flash of black and blue a huge person leaped from the top and landed with a massive crash. The floor boards of the mansion were of course not real wood and yet still flexed greatly.

Cain stood up from the crouch and fixed the two with a somewhat puzzled look. "Can a man not be told when the chickens come home?" He glanced and Rogue then at Hank. "Sorry we couldn't have more of a welcome party for ya. Its been a rough few months."

He lowered his voice and leaned into Rogue. "Does he know about the Professor and Jean?"

[Hank McCoy]

Hank smiled at the sight of another friend. Cain it had been a while. Once a villain but he was reformed and soon became an important part of the team but, Hank didn't know if that Chicken's reference was aimed at him, but he his attention had turned. He knew about the Professor, but Jean was something new.

"Anna, what has happened to Jean?" he asked with the concern evident in his voice. He hadn't been around where he could get this information, This is the first time he had heard of something about Jean.

[Colonel Collins]

Escaping war. It wasn't too bad of an idea for a civilian. Many of them had fled to the far reaches of the globe, trying to seek out peace. Trying desperately to hide from the conflict. Such an idea was completely alien to a true soldier. Such an idea was beyond comprehension to a born again Marine.

To him, there was no escaping a war. It was hard business, but that was what he was paid to do. That was what he was born to do. Maybe there was such things as tactical retreat in his mind, but there was no escaping war. He didn't exactly enjoy it, but it was hard for a civilian to understand. Plus, it was his job.

Some people believe in chaos, that it is the natural order of things. Others believe in fate. Was it fate that he just happened to arrive right after the blue one?

He'd pulled his vehicle up and parked it some distance away. He wanted to savor the moment, so he walked. He was came alone, clad in the USMC alpha service uniform. That consisted of a brownish suit and tie and usually finely polished low quarter shoes. However, the Colonel wore finely polished combat boots instead. Normally, it also had a service cap to go with it, but the Colonel chose to wear his recently issued special forces black beret with it.

It bore the silver eagle of his rank insignia. So did his collar and shoulders. USMC logos could be found all over the service jacket of his uniform and both sides of his chest was a rainbow of medals and awards. The left side had two silver function badges and the right side of his chest had his name tag, reading Collins.

His right hand was free, but his left held a bottle of expensive red wine. As much of a military man as he was, he still had a taste for fine wine. Not just the more hardcore liquors. But why bother coming here, let along with a bottle of high priced alcohol?

Charles Xavier's death was relatively recent. Many in the civilian population had probably heard of it, but the Colonel had been away, fighting on the front lines. He had no idea that the man who he came to know during the WWIII, the man who spoke so well and made such good points, the man who he befriended and the man he came to see was dead. All he had heard was that he'd been taken out of the war. He didn't know it was due to the loss of his life and therefore assumed he'd returned home, to the address he'd given him.

His newfound, now deceased friend invited him to visit the address he'd given him. The Colonel didn't know of anything else to do while on temporary leave, so that's just what he did. He walked up to the elegant front door, taking some time to note the rich and pleasant scenery around him, and knocked.

He wasn't good with civilians. He'd seen a big, blue man walk through the door seconds before he arrived. Maybe he'd come at a bad time. But all the free time of his leave would drive him crazy and he did want to see his friend again. He sighed, anxiously waiting.

[Rogue]

Rogue shot a look at Cain. One of those you stupid asshole looks. She glanced over at Hank and dropped her eyes at his question. She frowned shaking her head. It was difficult on everyone and the pain that she left over it was still slightly fresh. Jean and her weren’t the best of friends but they were friends and Rogue considered everyone a part of the X-Men family.

“Ah’m sorry… but… Jean’s gone…”


(Sorry this is so short. I can’t think.)

[Hank McCoy]

this news kind of set hank back a bit, Jean was one of the few of the x-men who understood why he had to go. He looked at Anna for a moment to see if she was telling him everything, there was a cold chill in the air when he say the sincerity in her face.

"How did it happen?" Hank said as he drooped his bags. He remembered that he partially join the X-men with Jean, she was one of his true friends, but then something else came to his mind, "How is Scott taking it?" he asked. They were newlyweds but there was one other, "Logan?"

He didn't really feel he needed to finished that, Logan has never really gotten over his touch for Jean, if anyone would take her death strongly, it was him. Hank studied Anna and Cain waiting for an answered