Issue 1 Downtime

Stan was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching the open door.

"Someone said something about a meeting?" Robin asks, poking her head through the door.

"Very covert, Robin," Taliesin deadpanned, walking in.

"Like she doesn't have invisible monkey-spies or something in our rooms anyway."

"Exactly. We won't be getting much privacy anywhere, based on the situation. So We'll make this quick."

John entered the room quietly, with a look that said 'I hope I'm not late.'

Talos followed suit, sporting a rather ratty cloak.

"Have I mentioned I hate this place?"

Stan nodded.

"Magic and science don't mesh well. Ask Tony Stark. Or Doctor Doom."

"Not so much that as all the magical creatures giving me the stink-eye."

"Understandable, though."

Stan looked around, and began his talk.

"I just want us to be on the same page. Right now, myself and the rest of the X-Men from the past need to get back to our time. We don't belong here."

"I agree wholeheartedly."

"Now, that has to be our first priority. Our second priority is doing what we can to prevent this future from happening. Your past selves don't deserve this."

Taliesin nodded.

"And the third priority is giving what aid we can, while we are still here. I wish we could do more to help you, I really do."

"For better or worse, Rob West has a good shot at helping us."

Stan grunted at that.

"That brings up my next point. Robert West."

"No offense Dr Bowen," John said, "But he's the only one of us who has the know-how to get us home. I don't see what choice we have but to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"I'm well aware of the situation at the moment, John. All I am saying is that I don't think we can trust Robert fully. We may yet find another way home, Especially if we find this Tir Na Nog. But for now, we need Robert a lot more than he needs us. Keep an eye out another way to get home. And especially keep an eye on Robert."

Skeiron grunted a bit in agreement.