This is her third congressional hearing this week. Yesterday she was a twelve year old missing his lower legs, tomorrow she'll be a dock worker with fungus growing in his lungs, but right now, she's deliciously blue again.

The boys are out on assignment. She doesn't expect them back for another three days. For once, she has the entire lair to

Raven gently peeled Morph off her. Actually sleeping with him was like sleeping with a housecat. She never knew where he’d be when she woke. Tonight, he was curled up beside her, almost spooning, except he had one leg melted over both hers like a slice of warm mozzarella ( Read more... )

The good news is, she’s zooming down the highway at 75 miles an hour in Nick Fury’s flying car. Why? Because a kid a fifth her age thought it’d be fun, and what the hell, it turns out he’s right ( Read more... )

The doorbell rang. Raven put down the issue of Muscle Car Magazine she’d been reading. It was two o’clock on the dot. Morph wasn’t just wholesome, he was prompt. That was really his side’s secret advantage. If Erik could teach his minions how to read a watch, he’d rule the world by now ( Read more... )

Raven woke with an arm stuck halfway through Morph’s chest. His leg had bonelessly coiled around hers during the night. They looked like a pair of truck-stop Barbie knockoffs left in the microwave. No - not Barbies. They were Action Figures. Even generic Barbies didn’t come in colors like Irish Creme or Blue Curacao, and while Barbie’s limbs were ( Read more... )

I'm enjoying the heck out of the scene we have going below. Do you want to take it to the next level? That's right. I'm talking about...plot ( Read more... )

I had an interesting discussion with T.J.'s friend Morph last night. The radio pundits are right - this is a disgustingly wholesome generation. Of course, both of them are from alternate dimensions, so I'm not sure how much that applies ( Read more... )