White Queen

… Emma Frost

The breeze around Xavier's Institute carried the subtle scent of spring — damp earth, flowers on the verge of blooming… and change.

Emma stepped out of the official car with the same precision she always had — the kind of poise that said she knew the effect she had walking into any room. Impeccable white dress, sunglasses still on. Not because she needed them, but for the dramatic flair Charles always claimed to dislike — which, naturally, only made her double down on it.

Charles was waiting with a faint smile, flanked by Ororo Munroe, whose serene expression didn't quite hide the extra layer of thought behind her polite exterior.

"Emma", Charles greeted, voice carrying the usual note of restrained relief. "Always punctual."

"Someone in this mansion has to be", she replied, slipping off her glasses with a graceful flick.

They walked inside and soon found themselves in his old office. The conversation hovered for a few minutes on academic updates, curriculum tweaks, and security protocols — things Emma pretended to care about, until they got to the interesting part.

"About Mr. Quinn…" Charles began, hands folded over his lap, "… the tests run at the Baxter Building revealed something… curious."

"Oh?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "Curious like 'we might need to lock him in an adamantium vault'? Or curious like 'he can bend the fabric of reality with a grin'?"

"A mutation", Charles said plainly. "But not linked to the X-Gene. His genetic markers show a different origin. Functionally human, yes, but… entirely unique."

Ororo crossed her arms, listening quietly.

"He accesses an energy source we've never seen before. And uses a technique he calls 'Limitless'. There's also something else… even more dangerous. A power that lets him steal other abilities through touch."

Emma blinked slowly, already running calculations in her mind — implications, risks, opportunities.

"And you're letting him roam freely among the students with that biological arsenal?"

"He's trustworthy", Ororo said, tone firm enough to make Emma take notice.

That's when she felt it.

Not a full read — just a whisper.

Storm felt something.

A… closeness to the new figure.

Emma didn't comment. But she filed it away.

"Well then", she said, standing up. "Let's go take a look at the flower garden he's cultivating here, Charles. Or should I say… his harem?"

Charles sighed quietly.

"Please refrain from judging. They're just… young."

"Of course", she smiled. "And I'm just a headmistress concerned about the future of mutantkind."

As they walked through the halls, Emma gently extended her telepathy.

The thoughts were… more intense than usual.

She felt waves of desire, anxiety, emotional tension. Echoes of secrets bouncing against psychic walls like birds fluttering in open cages.

Outside, the sun cast a soft light on the main garden.

And there they were.

Jean Grey, sitting near a bench, idly spinning a flower between her fingers with telekinesis. But her eyes were fixed in only one direction.

Rogue, standing beside him, laughing at something Jubilee had said. But her gaze… told another story. That vulnerable kind of look only shown when someone thought they were safe.

Jubilee and Kitty.

And the new girl who came with him — his quiet shadow, Raven. She didn't speak, but her mind was… cold. Controlled. Intact. Almost… opaque.

But it was Jean who radiated the storm. Not repression anymore — but acceptance. A love she'd stopped resisting.

And Rogue? Hers was simpler. Physical. Desire, sure. But also genuine connection. Built on touch… and the lack of it.

Emma inhaled deeply.

Charles was still talking beside her, but she merely nodded. Because now… everything clicked.

The boy wasn't just some genetic anomaly.

He was an emotional gravity well.

"Fascinating", she murmured, watching how the group moved around him. The laughter. The glances. The way Jean almost subconsciously leaned toward him.

"What is it?" Ororo asked, quietly suspicious.

Emma smiled, voice low.

"Just thinking maybe Reed Richards couldn't measure what this boy is really changing."

Charles looked at her.

"We're doing our best to keep up."

"Good luck with that", Emma murmured. "Because I think Xavier's School has already been captured— and none of you even noticed."

She crossed the steps down to the garden with controlled, deliberate strides, letting her heels set the rhythm of the space — like chimes announcing the arrival of something inevitable.

The group noticed her even before her shadow touched the grass.

Jean looked up first. Surprise gave way to subtle caution, almost defensive. As if she already knew Emma was the kind of presence you didn't ignore.

Jubilee stopped mid-sentence. Kitty adjusted herself in her seat like she didn't want to get caught saying something she shouldn't.

Rogue simply raised an eyebrow — but didn't flinch.

Aidan turned around and smiled the moment he saw her, like they were already acquainted.

Emma expected that. His smile was a weapon disguised as charm. The kind of smile that made you feel like he knew exactly who you were — and still wanted to toy with you.

"Miss Frost", he said casually. "Or can I call you Emma? Or maybe 'Director Snow Queen'?"

"Only if you promise not to melt for me", she replied with a cool smile. "Aidan Quinn… the gravitational center of this generation, from what I hear."

"Oh no", Jubilee muttered, glancing at Jean. "Two irresistible forces in the same space. This is emotional apocalypse waiting to happen."

Emma ignored her and stopped in front of the group.

Jean's mind was glowing brighter now — a natural response to her presence. Her psychic shield was solid, but it pulsed with tension. And inside… too many images. Too much longing.

Aidan touching, Aidan kissing, Aidan—

Hmmm~~

Rogue was more restrained, but her memories came like steam escaping from cracks. Slow, but scalding.

And Aidan…

Emma looked straight at him.

And found nothing.

A total blind spot. Like his mind was a mirrored wall that didn't reflect anything back. No readings. No signals. Like looking at a mind that simply chose not to exist for telepaths.

"Fascinating", she said, not hiding her curiosity.

"And I didn't even brush my teeth today", Aidan replied, totally unfazed. "But still got called fascinating. That's progress."

Emma narrowed her eyes, keeping her smile.

"You're either an enigma, Mr. Quinn… or a walking provocation. Still deciding."

"I can be both. Sometimes in the same shift."

"Are you always like this with authority figures?"

"Only the ones I'd like to see without any authority at all."

Jean glanced sideways. Rogue fake-cleared her throat with a "tch" that fooled no one.

Emma gave a half-smile. She could feel the tiny tremors in the group's emotional structure. The unspoken tensions. The connections they were still figuring out.

She knew exactly what was happening here.

A psychic bond doesn't need words or contracts. Just emotional frequencies that line up.

And Aidan was syncing with all of them.

"Charles tells me your mind is unreadable to telepaths", she said, taking a step closer. "A blind spot for any mental scan."

"Everyone's got something to hide. I just got lucky and turned mine into a talent", Aidan replied easily.

"That could be very useful… or very dangerous", Emma noted.

"Depends on what you're hoping to see", he shot back lazily. "Maybe I'm just sparing you from things you're not ready to handle."

Emma tilted her head.

"I'm the White Queen, darling. I've seen things that would make Cerberus throw up."

"Then I'll let you peek a little— if you ask nicely."

Emma let out a small laugh, then turned to Jean, Rogue, Jubilee, and Kitty.

"You all seem… very close to him", she said with false innocence. "Has the fan club gone official yet?"

"It's not a fan club", Rogue said, leaning against Aidan's arm. "Just very exclusive."

Jean didn't say a word. But her eyes said plenty.

Emma gave Aidan one last look, then stepped back.

"Well… Charles asked me to give a little lecture for the advanced ethics class. But based on what I've seen today… might be a little late for that."

"Late for ethics?" Aidan asked.

"Late for keeping control", she murmured.

Emma chuckled and was about to leave when Charles Xavier appeared at the edge of the garden, being wheeled by Ororo.

"Mr. Quinn", he called out in his usual calm voice. "Emma and I would like a word. In private."

It wasn't a command — but it wasn't the kind of invite you turned down either.

Aidan stretched on the bench like a cat sensing a leash coming, looked at Jean, Rogue, and the others, then shrugged with a half-smile.

"Guess my celebrity moment's here."

"Going in without a lawyer?" Raven, who had stayed silent until now, spoke up. Her words carried a certain weight despite the casual tone.

"Pretty sure she could pull the truth out of anyone faster than a CIA black site", he replied, shooting Emma a look.

She just raised a brow, amused.

Rogue touched his wrist before he stood up. A small, but steady gesture.

"If they start taking organs, yell. We'll storm the Professor's office."

Jean watched quietly, her gaze deeper than before — like she was trying to sense something beneath the surface he showed everyone else.

Aidan stood, brushed the dust from his hands, and walked toward Emma, Charles, and Ororo.

Emma folded her arms, white dress swaying with the garden's soft breeze.

"Ready to let me analyze you, Mr. Quinn?"

"You can try", he said with a smirk. "But don't blame me if you end up frustrated."

Charles gave a slight smile, and as the four of them stepped back into the Mansion, the door closed softly behind them.

… Aidan Quinn

Xavier's office always struck me as the kind of place where secrets go to die. Dark wood, tall windows, that artificially soft lighting. Everything working together to create an air of respectful authority — like the whole room had been designed by an AI prompted with: "mentor's office who knows more than he lets on."

But even with all that seriousness in the air, the real problem was sitting right in front of me.

Emma Frost.

White dress hugging her body, slit on the leg, neckline cut just close enough to "too much." Legs crossed, heel tapping a steady rhythm on the floor. Her nails were painted in a shimmering blue that caught the light every time she moved her hand.

And of course, the look.

Cold, calculated, analytical.

But she knew.

She knew exactly what she was doing with the way she leaned in, with how her voice sounded — soft, rich, like it could touch skin. She spoke like someone who undressed ideas before even using words.

Charles sat beside her, as calm as ever. Ororo was seated a little farther back, arms crossed — but her eyes were sharp. She knew more than she said, and remembered more than she let on.

"Shall we begin?" Emma asked, like a doctor starting a very personal consultation.

"I'm completely naked. Go ahead."

"Hmm~~ Nudity might be interesting, but not necessary yet", she said, and there was venom in the smile.

"Emma…" Xavier warned gently, like a teacher trying to stop a class from turning into pure chaos.

"I'm just using tools appropriate for the subject at hand", she said, then turned back to me — the subject. "Aidan… we know you have multiple abilities. From what we've seen, two main cores: the technique you call Limitless, powered by negative energy, and now… something else."

"All For One", Xavier said, eyes locked on me. "You never mentioned that power."

I tilted my head, totally unbothered.

It wasn't surprising that they figured it out. Xavier, at the very least, was an exceptional telepath. Just because I was immune to him didn't mean he wasn't powerful.

"I never said it was a secret. It just never came up."

And in a place full of telepaths, the only real secret is the one I never say to anyone.

Emma shifted in her chair, slowly crossing her legs again. She knew exactly what that did to the atmosphere.

"So, you expected us to find out?"

"Figured you'd notice eventually, yeah. You guys are good. Not perfect, but good."

Xavier leaned back, fingers steepled.

"Aidan, what exactly is this power?"

"A power like the others. But with this one, I can steal and grant powers. Not mimic— steal. It only works on innate gifts— like the X-Gene. Or other mutations, depending on the universe."

"What's the limit?" Ororo asked.

"Whatever I can handle. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. If I take more than I can carry, I explode. Or worse."

And I could carry a lot.

Emma narrowed her eyes.

"So why use that power on someone… like Rogue?"

"Because she asked. And because I trust her."

"And trust is enough to expose a weapon like that?"

"I never thought of it as a weapon. Just another power. And I used it to teach her a key— to turn her own gift on and off whenever she wants. That changes her life. Turns a curse into a choice. And a woman with choice… is the most powerful and sexiest thing there is."

Ororo looked away, trying — and failing — to hide a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Emma kept watching me. Every word I said was getting weighed, as if she were searching for cracks in my mask.

"You act like someone who's already calculated the effects of everything you're doing here."

"Maybe I have. Or maybe I'm just watching things unfold… but is that what scares you?"

"What scares us is what you're not saying", Emma answered. "Because your mind is unreadable, and yet… you know exactly where to press. In every sense of the word, apparently."

"Because I listen. I see. You're all so used to reading minds, you've forgotten how to feel someone's intent."

Xavier raised a hand.

"Mr. Quinn… we need mutual trust. Even if your actions so far haven't caused harm, All For One is still a dangerous variable."

"Every tool is dangerous. A knife cuts bread or a throat— depending on whose hand it's in. And mine is steady."

Emma stepped closer to the desk.

"Then let's cut to the chase. What's your real goal here?"

"Right now?" I tilted my chin. "Take down anything that threatens me or the girls with me. Maybe grab a pizza after."

Emma squinted slightly.

"And long term?"

"That… might not be too different. But I promise it'll still be fun."

Ororo let out a soft breath. Xavier looked caught between concern and acceptance. Emma, though…

She smiled.

Not with disdain.

With interest.

"You're a puzzle made of pieces from other games. But that's fine", she stood. "I like mysteries."

Xavier nodded. "Thank you for coming, Aidan."

They didn't seem to have anything else to say, so I decided to bring it up.

A little goodwill gesture.

I crossed my arms behind my head, leaning back in the chair.

"Since we're being honest… I figured you'd want to know what I found during my last outing with Agent Hill and our friendly neighborhood Avenger, Natasha Romanoff."

Xavier raised an eyebrow slightly, Emma tilted her head, and Ororo pressed her lips together.

"SHIELD agents? What did you find?"

"Poorly disguised facility, probably tied to an old Hydra project. Nearly abandoned, but the important part wasn't in the walls."

I leaned forward, enjoying their expectant faces.

"There was a database there. Advanced and deeply hidden. Connected to genetic tracking protocols and mutation coding."

Total silence.

"It was… a mutant registry?" Emma asked, her voice more serious than it had been the entire conversation.

"Yes— or something like it. Genetic parameters, identified mutations, inheritance patterns, replication theories."

"Cloning?" Xavier guessed.

"Maybe more. The code was still in progress. Incomplete, but promising. Dangerously promising. The kind of structure that starts with collecting and ends in controlling."

Ororo leaned in, frowning.

"Did you grab the database?"

"Of course. I copied everything before leaving."

Emma narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to give us access?"

"I'm giving it to you, Xavier. Because I trust you'll know what to do with it. And… because this war starts on the field of information. I'm giving mutants the first move this time."

Xavier took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I just dropped on them.

"You did the right thing, Mr. Quinn. This… could save many lives."

"I know. But it's also a reminder that things are about to heat up. Hydra isn't dead, and if they're building a mutant genetic bank… the next steps are easy to guess."

"Bioweapons. Hybrid soldiers", Emma said grimly.

"Killer robots or clones. Too much power, not enough soul."

Ororo looked away briefly. She was seeing the bigger picture. She knew this wasn't conspiracy theory anymore. It was the beginning.

Xavier nodded slowly.

"Mr. Quinn… thank you for trusting us with this information."

"I like to think trust goes both ways, Professor."

Emma gave a half-smile, though the look in her eyes had gotten darker.

"You're more than you seem, Aidan. More than anyone seems."

"And still ridiculously handsome", I winked, getting up from the chair.

My eyes met Ororo's as I left.

She didn't say a word, but that look said everything.

Emma followed me with her eyes to the door, as if storing every little move for future analysis, and Xavier… he already looked like he was strategizing. Moving invisible pieces across a board that kept expanding by the minute.

In the end…

Being a Contractor meant more than breaking system logic and capturing waifus.

It meant shaping the plot.

However I saw fit.

… Emma Frost

Emma didn't move right away when Aidan left the room. The soft sound of the door closing still seemed to hum in the air, like he hadn't just left the room — but had changed the atmosphere itself.

Charles rubbed his forehead, fingers resting at his temples, wearing the look of a man carrying decades of responsibility now laced with a brand-new mystery. Ororo, arms crossed, stared at the door, unmoving. But Emma… she stood silently, deep in thought.

It was rare for someone to truly surprise her.

But Aidan had done exactly that.

"He didn't lie", Emma finally said, her voice low, almost respectful. "And even when he leaves things out, it's not to manipulate. It's calculated."

Ororo let out a soft sigh.

"I still don't know if that makes me feel safer or even more uneasy."

Emma turned slowly, meeting the eyes of a woman she'd known for years with a look that blended curiosity and provocation.

"Are you uneasy because he flirts with every woman in the mansion? Or because deep down, you know he's not just a boy pretending to be a man?"

Ororo narrowed her eyes but didn't answer right away. Charles stepped in instead.

"He's dangerous— but not just in the destructive sense. He's dangerous because he decides when to be predictable."

Emma nodded.

"I agree. And more than that… he bends the story around him like he's the author of it all. Like he knows we're all in some kind of script… and still chooses to play with it."

Ororo looked away for a moment, clearly unsettled.

"That power he mentioned… All for One. The ability to steal abilities— and that Hydra database…" Charles paused. "Emma, this isn't just a red flag. This could be the start of something none of us can predict."

"And he handed it over to you without even fully trusting you. Even knowing he could've kept it to himself."

"That's what worries me most", Charles admitted. "Someone with that much power… and such a clear sense of when to use it or not."

That was Charles' deepest fear: a young man who didn't need his guidance. Someone whose mind and choices were beyond his reach.

Emma walked over to the window, watching the students outside, chatting in the garden.

"Did you notice how they look at him?"

Ororo joined her, while Charles stayed silent.

"Jean. Rogue. Even Kitty and Jubilee. Raven…" Emma raised an eyebrow. "That girl is the eye of the storm surrounding Aidan, and yet she doesn't compete for his attention. She's just there. Like she already knows something the rest of them haven't figured out yet."

Ororo added, "Maybe because she already knows how the story ends. And still chose to stay."

Emma smiled — a smile that hid more than it showed.

"Then I guess it's my turn to find out how much of the plot he's already written."

Charles turned toward her, cautious.

"Emma…"

"Don't worry", she said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm not one of your schoolgirls. And Aidan… isn't just a mutant. Or even just a man."

She turned fully, posture tall, heels echoing on the floor.

"But if he's going to shake the world…"

Emma Frost intended to find out whether it was because he wanted to change it—

… or because he already knew how it would end.