Hello Mrs. Xavier

(A/N: Fun Fact: Death of the Endless can travel into Marvel comics because she's just that powerful. This might not seem like much to some, but it means that throughout all of both Marvel and DC, any aspect of death gets their scaling applied to her, multiplied infinitely. Since she's not merely an aspect—she is Death, straight up. No fancy anything. Nothing is above her, not even herself. To the point where, once everything in reality, including Marvel, is dead, she will be the only one left.)

'Ahh, wait! If Moira and Charles know each other at this point, we will be in the 10th timeline or lower. I believe, though now that I think about it, being in the second would be more adequate for me. But I cannot hope, as if this isn't the 11th timeline, I will need to find a way to...

To have my memories survive the powers of Moira. I don't remember her powers getting a name, so let's call it "Turning Back the Pendulum" at least for now. Anyway, what needs to be done is going to the mansion, which seems as unprotected as an innocent little girl at a Diddy party. But in truth, in this world, mutants often get beaten to death by randoms or experimented on.

Damn it! Why does this world have to be so dark, and why do I have to be in it?!'

After angrily thinking so, Frederick quickly calmed himself down, thinking, 'At least I'm not Peter. That is one of the things in this world I'm grateful for, to the point I cry and pray to God how thankful I am.

Funny thing about that is, I'm pretty sure I saw actual golden lights when I prayed. Who knows? God or some other being might have picked up on my heartfelt prayers.'

After finishing his musings, and admittedly scared about the prospect of meeting Moira, he considered trying to hop to the MCU instead, knowing that would be impossible.

''So if I remember correctly, the mansion is located in New York, Westchester County, 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center. Though that might not be the case now, it's still worth a look. If Moira isn't there, I guess I'll just have to inform Reed of some things to gain her location. Well, I say that, but I would tell him anyway.

Enough of that. I'll inform Charles of my visit before I go see him.''

After saying so, Frederick quickly informed Charles that he might visit before booking a private plane using some favors from the mutants he saved. Even while in the air, he made small talk with the pilot, who turned out to have a little brother by the name of Frank, who might be like him.

That scared Richard, as he had nearly been beaten to death when his powers manifested—if only for a second, he had sucked half of the available air out of the classroom. Frederick consoled him, promising to talk to Charles about a way to prevent such things from happening so no one would have to go through what he did.

The pilot smiled and thanked him. After ten minutes of pleasant silence, when they landed, Frederick gave him a firm handshake before departing the craft. 'That guy is happier than when my predecessor first investigated him. That's nice. I hope he isn't one of the many mutants who die due to reasons not of their own.'

'Damn, I got distracted. I must continue on.'

Quickly getting his thoughts in line, Frederick started trying to get a taxi. Soon enough, after 17 minutes, one showed up. He quickly paid them 100 bucks while leaning back and waiting for them to arrive, making minimal small talk.

Upon arriving, he gave the driver 20 bucks before leaving. As he did so, he thought, 'That's the least I can give the guy. I mean, there's a good chance where he lives just gets demolished in a super fight. However, that cannot stop me from my mission to make things play out as close as possible to the 616 universe I know, just in case it isn't.'

After reaffirming that thought, Frederick slowly walked to the massive doors of the mansion, made that way, of course, to accommodate the various sizes of those who may at some point occupy it. 'Should I reach out to Charles or just knock? Hmmm... I guess the best case would be just to knock, wouldn't it? I wouldn't want to seem like someone just ordering people around, would I?'

With a quick few knocks on the door, Frederick patiently waited, wondering if there was even anyone there. Sure enough, after a while, the seemingly heavy door opened with barely any noise, which somewhat surprised him. 'Maybe the noise thing is for those who are way too sensitive to sound?'

Just as he started combing through his memories for such a mutant, Frederick's face quickly turned stoic at who he saw. 'Moira. So this is an early timeline where she still has hope in Charles's dream, or this is the tenth timeline where she contemplates her plans for Krakoa.' After thinking so, he quickly began formulating a plan in his head as he asked, ''May I please know where Xavier is?''

At that question, a small smile appeared on her face as she spoke. ''He is off on another mission, Frederick. But someone such as you, who has been an immense help to mutant-human relations, can stay here and wait if you so please. I'll even keep you company.''

Thinking for a few moments, Frederick decided to accept her offer. He joined Moira as they walked down several hallways and floors before arriving at her lab. As she took a seat, she gestured to one he could sit at as well. With a quick nod and a thank you, he sat down. As he did so, Moira initiated small talk with him.

''So, Mr. I will be mostly in the shadows trying my best to help mutant kind, might I ask why you left your post at the FBI?'' She seemed genuinely curious as she asked. He answered, ''Much for the same reasons I'm here today— for you, of course, Mrs. Xavier.''

She didn't really have much of a reaction, but replied, ''Sorry, but Charles and I aren't married, nor are we dating anymore. But really now, I'm curious why you're here.''

Frederick smiled, always wanting to pull something like this off after seeing it in an anime once. Now was his time. He proceeded to say, ''Did I not say this earlier, Mrs. Xavier? Sorry I didn't make this clear—it's because my mind took a little dip in the multiverse, or what I'm assuming to be it. I happen to have seen some things about you and everyone else, and I cannot help but ask: Is this your tenth life or not?''

Her eyes widened before returning to normal again as she tapped something on her desk. ''I'm assuming that since you've quite openly come here, I can't just kill you with anything I have in here, can I?''

With a smirk, he replied, ''Nope.'' He felt utterly relaxed, knowing full well she could kill him.

She let out a sigh before saying, ''This is indeed my 10th life. How else would events be going this smoothly until now, outside of the predestined events that have to happen no matter what? For some reason, like the Jean Grey debacle that has to happen for some reason...''

Frederick let out a brief chuckle at that before leaning back in his chair. ''Well, you're just in luck, as I have gained knowledge from your eleventh life that would greatly help in ending this endless cycle of mutant eradication.''

Her eyes widened at that as she asked, ''Really?'' in a cracked but almost desperate voice—no, not almost; certainly desperate.

Frederick let out a massive grin as he said, ''Well, explaining the plan is why I'm here, right? As someone who hopes for the best of mutant kind, I will show you the path in which we need to walk for everything to go just right.''