Xavier's dream  had come true, just like he had always hoped
and on  rare occasions,  even predicted.  Humans and mutants
eventually started  coexisting peacefully.  Five years after
Charles' passing  away, mutant  sympathy slogans  were still
displayed on  store windows. For a while, doctors even tried
to induce  the birth  of new  mutants. Parents would proudly
exhibit the  incredible powers  yielded by  their offspring.
The  world  knew  it  was  looking  at  the  path  to  human
perfection, for a little while.
                           
                           
                           SCENE I
                              

"Humm ? What are you trying to tell me ?"

"All I'm saying is that she should take a look."

"Trevor! Do  you even  know what  the odds are  of our child
being ..."

"Don, your  wife has the morphic gene and she's pregnant. If
those odds  work against  you, your  child will probably ...
You know,  I thought  it was  cute when that little kid down
the block  would turn  to stone. I thought it was real nifty
until one day he reverted back with a shattered spine."

The two  gentlemen whose desks were facing each other seemed
to be  absorbed in their conversation. The topic WAS serious
indeed, however,  it really  had nothing  to do  with  their
jobs. Before  they new  it, there  he was , trying to figure
out who to scold first.

"Mr. Tavare, is there a problem ?"

Trevor instantly  turned to  his terminal  screen. "Oh, good
morning Mr. Thomas, I was just thinking about our budget for
this year.  We have  enough to get our own server. I started
working on  the 'f45-a'  project this morning, and I'm still
downloading the data." He took a look at his watch, it was a
quarter to one.

"Oh yes, I sometimes wonder why management even bothers with
the meetings.  Don, could  you call  up Gigagon and find out
what they  charge ?"  As both  his aids  proceeded to  their
chores, Everett  remembered he had one of his own. He ran to
his office, picked up his phone receiver and dialed. After a
few rings, a familiar voice answered.

"Ah there  Everett. Listen, I called Ms. St. Croix and she's
free tonight."

"God bless  you  Paige!",  he  covered  the  receiver  while
looking towards the door . "So we'll meet at nine ..."

                          
                           SCENE II
                          
A gentle  summer breeze  washed around  the glass  walls  of
Frost Enterprises,  turning over leaves, a few papers, and a
young woman's  memories of her past. Paige Guthrie stared at
her reflection.  She remembered  how Emma took over Charles'
dream after  his departure. Ms. Frost was always glad to see
her. They  would so often sit down and argue about politics,
her new  boyfriend, Emma's cooking, and about who had really
been cheating on poker night. Paige even had memories of her
life at  Xavier's school.  On one of her birthdays, Emma had
entered her  mind, and  helped her  husk into  a  double  of
Penance. Poor  li'l Penny  ... Two  days passed  before  she
finally found  courage to  come out of her hiding place. The
years that  had brought  them so  many memories  and so much
wisdom were now betraying her friend. Lately, Emma no longer
played cards.  She no  longer used  her powers to look young
and alluring.  A few  tears  were  now  resting  on  Paige's
cheeks. Three  years had  passed since  the White Queen sold
her corporation to the government.

Paige wiped  her face  clean and looked at her watch, it was
fifteen to.  She sighed  as she  spotted a  lovely couple in
their  late  thirties  walking  towards  her.  "Howdy  there
partners".

"Shush Paige",  Everett was  wearing a long overcoat and one
of those  baseball caps.  "Remember, I  realize  no  one  is
expecting this kind of stunt to be pulled. We would still do
ourselves allot of good if we remained inconspicuous".

"Incon what  ? If  you ask  me, you've been hanging with Ms.
Croix more than yo doctor would advise", whispered Paige.

Monet stepped  towards the  front  door,  "Si  vous  voulez,
Madamme Guthrie, you may lead the way".

The mutant  once called  Husk by her peers, elegantly turned
and walked  past her.  Her life  long friends  smiled as she
pealed away  at her  right index,  revealing a sophisticated
pick. She inserted it into the keyhole and carefully rotated
her hand, reacting to every click she heard. In two minutes,
the door was open to them.

TBC

Monet, Everett and Paige are characters owned by Marvel.
Same for Emma Frost and Charles Xavier.