Look, it's not like John meant to break the timeline. (If he'd known that was possible he almost certainly would have tried for funsies, but that's neither here nor there.) It just happened! It's not his fault!
He'd been innocently about to burn down a government laboratory that had been doing research into how to suppress certain mutant powers, he'd been flicking his lighter and everything, and then all of a sudden a bunch of sci-fi looking assholes had poured out intangible doorways and had hauled him through to the universe's worst office building, where the sanctity of the timeline had been explained to him. If you burn down that building, some dipshit named Mr. Infinity had condescendingly explained, then a certain two people never meet, never fall in love, never produce a child, and that child never goes on to prop up your entire timeline.
Like I give a shit, John had drawled, which had apparently thrown a wrench into their plan, aka, Convince John Not To Ruin The Timeline And Then Send Him Back. He'd been so spectacularly uncooperative that he'd gotten the boot right into a whole new dimension.
It hadn't taken him long to find people. There'd been an endless cornfield, and then a desert, and he'd gotten rounded up by raiders straight out the latest Mad Max. Who, by the way, had a not insignificant number of Magneto's people, including Sabertooth and Toad from different timelines, so. John kinda figures he's meant to be here. Kismet, or whatever the fuck those self-help books talk about. The woman who looks uncannily like Xavier sticks her fingers in his head, Sabertooth growls at him (just like old times!), and just like that, he's a member of the team.
That was a month ago.
Since then, John has leveled the fuck up. His jeans and t-shirt weren't exactly cutting it in the desert. Now he looks suitably like a raider; knee-padded pants with way more pockets than a guy could ever need, long jacket, hood, scarf-mask, everything to keep the sand out. The only problem is, this shit isn't nearly as satisfying as actually fighting for mutant rights, since all they're doing is consolidating power under Cassandra. Eh, it's a job, though, right? He has food and shelter and time to figure out how the fuck to get back home.
He'd never imagined he'd see anyone more familiar than Sabertooth and Toad. Definitely not any of Xavier's lot. Because they're probably too good and pure to corrupt the timeline, but apparently not, because a day and a month after he gets shoved into the void, John comes across a very fucking familiar figure at the edge of the desert. It's a hot day, the sun baking everything in range, scorpions skittering under any rock they can find. The Avenger's helicarrier isn't far, putting off even more heat from the reflection of its metal exterior.
"Holy shit," he chuckles, thumbs in his pant pockets, boots dug into the sand as he surveys a clearly disoriented Bobby Drake. "Look what the fucking office nerds dragged in."
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He'd been innocently about to burn down a government laboratory that had been doing research into how to suppress certain mutant powers, he'd been flicking his lighter and everything, and then all of a sudden a bunch of sci-fi looking assholes had poured out intangible doorways and had hauled him through to the universe's worst office building, where the sanctity of the timeline had been explained to him. If you burn down that building, some dipshit named Mr. Infinity had condescendingly explained, then a certain two people never meet, never fall in love, never produce a child, and that child never goes on to prop up your entire timeline.
Like I give a shit, John had drawled, which had apparently thrown a wrench into their plan, aka, Convince John Not To Ruin The Timeline And Then Send Him Back. He'd been so spectacularly uncooperative that he'd gotten the boot right into a whole new dimension.
It hadn't taken him long to find people. There'd been an endless cornfield, and then a desert, and he'd gotten rounded up by raiders straight out the latest Mad Max. Who, by the way, had a not insignificant number of Magneto's people, including Sabertooth and Toad from different timelines, so. John kinda figures he's meant to be here. Kismet, or whatever the fuck those self-help books talk about. The woman who looks uncannily like Xavier sticks her fingers in his head, Sabertooth growls at him (just like old times!), and just like that, he's a member of the team.
That was a month ago.
Since then, John has leveled the fuck up. His jeans and t-shirt weren't exactly cutting it in the desert. Now he looks suitably like a raider; knee-padded pants with way more pockets than a guy could ever need, long jacket, hood, scarf-mask, everything to keep the sand out. The only problem is, this shit isn't nearly as satisfying as actually fighting for mutant rights, since all they're doing is consolidating power under Cassandra. Eh, it's a job, though, right? He has food and shelter and time to figure out how the fuck to get back home.
He'd never imagined he'd see anyone more familiar than Sabertooth and Toad. Definitely not any of Xavier's lot. Because they're probably too good and pure to corrupt the timeline, but apparently not, because a day and a month after he gets shoved into the void, John comes across a very fucking familiar figure at the edge of the desert. It's a hot day, the sun baking everything in range, scorpions skittering under any rock they can find. The Avenger's helicarrier isn't far, putting off even more heat from the reflection of its metal exterior.
"Holy shit," he chuckles, thumbs in his pant pockets, boots dug into the sand as he surveys a clearly disoriented Bobby Drake. "Look what the fucking office nerds dragged in."