It's Friday everybody and you know what that means. X-men Supreme is set to grow again. The new issue, Date Night, is well on its way. This issue will mark the first multi-chapter story of this fanfiction series. So far I've only had issues that are essentially one-shots. They are singular self-contained stories. As the roster of X-men grows and the complexity of their task expands, more multi-part chapters will emerge. If you don't like to be left hanging, don't be too worried. I try to make sure all my updates occur regularly on a biweekly basis. If there is a delay I'll make sure it's for a very good reason.
But no worries this week! No delays should be necessary. Until the update, here's an extended preview of what you can expect with the upcoming Date Night arc.
Hank kept sifting through his data, not noticing Ororo drifting closer and closer to where he was sitting. She was listening to some of these startling revelations of his, but they were quickly lost in the complex jargon Hank coded them in. Even though she went to Grad school, her vocabulary was no match for his. But that was the last thing on her mind at the moment.
“Here’s one other peculiarity,” he went on, “There seems to be traces of an unknown foreign catalyst in his samples. It is unlike any catalyst I have ever observed before. I’ve gone over every possible source and near as I can tell there is no documented case of it occurring in nature.”
“Mmhmm,” said Ororo, not sounding as interested.
“The implications are perplexing. It could be the result of a new kind of mutation, an advanced new level of mutation, or maybe even a mutation that has been altered. Given what we know about the barbaric methods of Weapon X, there are a great many possibilities.”
“I’ll bet,” she said in a deeper tone.
“I’m not sure which it is. It may very well be a combination of factors. I suspect…”
Then he was suddenly cut off by the feeling of two powerful arms around his neck. Ororo was now leaning over him, skillfully running her hands through his thick fur. She was soft, yet firm. It was almost as if she was daring him to turn away from his work and focus on her instead. It helped that it felt good. It was the kind of gentle, soothing gesture he came to love from her. It was more than enough to stop him even when he was on an intellectual roll.
“What’s wrong? Lose your train of thought?” she teased.
“Well uh…it’s a bit difficult when one encounters certain distractions in his musings,” he said with a wry grin.
“Oh so now I’m a distraction?”
“Of course not! I didn’t mean that as a…”
“I know,” said Ororo, cutting him off, “Take it easy, Hank. I’m just trying to get your attention, that’s all.”
“Well you’ve got it. I don’t see how I can get on with my work when a beautiful woman is keeping me in such a state.”
“And what state is that? Would it be this by chance?”
Ororo leaned turned his head towards hers and gave him a deep kiss. Hank eagerly returned the gesture, pulling her onto his lap and slipping his arms around her waist. As exciting as his research was, there were equally exciting experiences with his girlfriend. Sometimes he just needed a reminder and Ororo was getting better at breaking him out of his shell.
“You know, everybody else is going out tonight,” said Ororo, “That means we have a nearly empty mansion all to ourselves. Do you really want to stay cooped up in here the whole time?”
Hank thought about it for a moment. There were any number of opportunities to seclude himself in his lab for these experiments. There may not be nearly as many opportunities to enjoy a quiet mansion with his beautiful girlfriend.