Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Emma Frost**(X-Men)

Title: Scott's Emma - Alsike (AO3)

Summary: Emma Frost meets herself in a hallucination. The other Emma (the one from the Diamond Universe) is amused, and proceeds to mess with her head. There are consequences.

Trigger Warning: Lesbain Slur 

Rating - Explicit

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Emma wasn't quite sure what had happened. The immediate past was foggy. But right now she was sitting in a room at the mansion, which was almost but not quite entirely alike to hers.

The main oddness was that she was already in it.

The woman lying on the bed reading something that looked mysteriously like a handwritten letter resembled her most shockingly. Their bodies, of which Emma could see quite enough since the short nightdress her double wore left little to the imagination, were identical, even down to the scars. Her hair was slightly shorter, with the blunt turn out that suggested it had been cut recently, and perhaps a shade darker.

The Emma on the bed lowered her letter and looked over at her desk. "Oh," she said blandly. "It's me."

Emma frowned. "How do I know that you're not an impostor?"

"Well," the other Emma replied. "I assume that one of us must be an impostor. But as this is my room and aside from you, most things seem unchanged, it is not likely to be me."

Emma nodded, accepting the logic. "I do seem to be out of place. I don't quite recall what sent me here, but I'm certain it will be cleared up before long."

Her double nodded. "Can you toss me a pen? I need to answer this note."

Emma found one and obeyed. She was curious about who would hand write a letter in these days. "Who is it from?" she inquired.

"Emily," her double said, as if it were obvious.

Emma frowned. "I... I don't believe I know that person."

Her double blinked and looked at her, a slightly shocked expression on her face. "What do you mean, you don't know who Emily is?"

Emma stared at herself. "I meant what I said. I don't believe I have an acquaintance of that name. And certainly not one who writes me letters."

"Hmm," the other Emma sat up. "She usually calls. But apparently there was nothing to do while she was on stakeout, and wrote instead."

Stakeout? Emma didn't inquire. It was rather irritating, though not surprising, that she was telepathically blank to herself. Similar DNA often had that effect. "And she's..."

Her double gave her a rather confused look.

Somehow that was incredibly easy to read. "Your lover?" The slight squeak at the end was rather humiliating, but Emma didn't like to be blindsided by things like this.

Her double shrugged. "On and off." She folded the letter. "Currently on."

That was almost worse. If she had said 'on and off' it would have meant 'someone who I am serious enough about to apologize to, or to wait until she forgives me,' which did not happen often. "Oh."

"You're not with anyone?"

"I have Scott."

There was a moment of silence. Her other self looked horrified. "You're fucking Scott? That's repulsive."

Was this some sort of alternate universe where she was a raging lesbian? Because that would be truly unnerving. But she clearly lived at the mansion, and knew Scott well enough to recognize his first name. She must have joined the X-men at some point. They couldn't be that different. "Please. Don't tell me you didn't think about it."