Planet X - Michael Jan Friedman [97]
“Nonetheless,” the Watcher pressed, “you must have had a reason for sparing Xhaldia so much misery.”
Q thought for a moment. “Let’s just say I’ve got my eye on the Xhaldians and leave it at that, all right?”
The Watcher frowned. “I can hardly do otherwise. I, like all my kind, have sworn never to interfere in the affairs of others.”
Q chuckled. “And a lovely policy it is, my friend—though, I must tell you, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
Suddenly, he snapped the fingers of his free hand and made his pina colada vanish, glass and all. Then he stood up, snapped his fingers again, and the lawn chair disappeared as well—along with the sunglasses.
“Well,” he told the Watcher, “got to go. You know how it is—places to grow and people to be. But don’t worry—I’ll be in touch.”
The gargantuan figure nodded his head. “I’m certain you will be.”
Q smiled mischievously. “Perhaps sooner than you think—though sooner is such a relative term.”
Leaving the Watcher with that morsel to chew on, Q snapped his fingers a third time—and, at least for the moment, vanished from the X-Men’s reality without a trace.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Epilogue