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[Author's Note: For those of you who are easily offended by discussions of religion, you might wanna skip this one. No anti-semitism is intended. The Thing is copyright Marvel, and was officially declared Jewish in 2002 in response to found drawings by Jack Kirby that depicted the character in a yarmulke and with Jewish symbols. Prior to this, there had been no indication or hint of Judiasm in the character's history and much that implied otherwise. This is my attempt to resolve this discrepancy in a way that makes sense.]

Interlogue 2 Side Story: Points on a Star

Kathryn "Kat" Pryde was surprised when there came a knock at her door, not so much because a visitor was an unusual thing, but because the guest not only knocked instead of using the buzzer but also because they were able to knock hard enough to get through the heavy soundproofed door. For a moment, she thought it might be Collossus, come to tell her he'd joined the team, and she had a bright smile on her face that fell instantly when she opened the door and saw --him? Here? What the hell?

Ben Grimm, the Thing, smirked a little at the change on the girl's face and played it off with sarcasm. "Gee, ya don't hafta look so happy ta see me."

Kat frowned in confusion, wondering why he of all people should be here, and then her frown deepened to a scowl as she figured it out. "Magneto sent you to talk to me, didn't he?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I don't normally run errands for tha likes 'a him, but in this case I made an exception. Can I come in?"

Illyana Rasputin, the blonde russian who formerly went by the name Magick, had apparently figured it out too because she answered before Kat could, saying flatly. "No. You want to preach at us, you can stand in the doorstep like a Mormon."

Kat sighed, she wished she could be hard and cold like Illyana, but it just wasn't in her. "Fine, you can come in, but just for a little while."

Ben was about to respond to the rude little blonde when Kat interrupted, and he nodded and stepped inside. "Ya know, this really don't concern her..."

Illyana scowled. "I swear, if you say 'the goyim can leave' I'm sending your rocky ass to Siberia."

Ben frowned and defended himself. "I weren't gonna put it like that.."

Kat interrupted. "Regardless, she's right. This is her home as well as mine, she has every right to be here. She stays, or you go. That simple."

Ben sighed, but relented. "Alright, gotcha." Great... two against one and the atmosphere was already hostile. This was not gonna be fun. He tried to wrestle this back on topic by saying "Anyhows, ol' Maggie wanted me to talk to ya. He's worried 'bout yer faith. I'm startin' to see why."

Kat frowned, and sought to turn this whole thing around on him and hopefully short-circuit the whole thing. "I've seen your pictures before you changed, you don't look Jewish."

She knew the truth of his ancestry, in fact, and hoped that she could gain the upper hand this way or even get him to give up, by bringing into question his standing to talk to her about this at all. After all, she was a born Jew and he wasn't.

To her surprise, he smiled at that. "Yer right, that's cuz I ain't. Not by birth, anyhows."

He took her surprise as an opening, and continued. "Lemme tell ya a story."

Kat sighed in silent agreement, while the blonde girl looked openly curious if still hostile, and he began his tale.

"As I'm guessin' you know, I'm Irish Catholic by birth. I grew up in a tough part 'o New York, and like mosta the kids my age got into trouble a lot. We even had our own little gang, back before the big drug gangsta thing happened. Back in our day it was serious business if somebody got a holda a real big knife insteada the usual baseball bats and stuff like that. Guns were outta tha question, and we wouldn'ta wanted any if we could get our hands on 'em. Lacked honor, ya know? I guess we wuz more like 'West Side Story" and less like 'Boyz in Da Hood'."

Kat merely listened, but the blonde girl blinked at his revelation and he knew she was hooked. It was human nature to like a good story. So, he continued.

"It wasn't all innocent tho' either. Bad stuff still happened. We robbed people, stole stuff, vandalized a lot more, and fought a lot. Sometimes it didn't end real nice. Knives and baseball bats can put a guy in a hospital bed real quick, and sometimes worse than that. I... don't honestly know if I ever killed anyone or not, but I wouldn't be surprised if one or a few of the other guys that got picked up by tha meatwagon didn't make it once they got to the hospital. Some of ours sure as hell didn't."

His eyes grew grim and sad at that, dealing with that old guilt, but he pressed on. "Around then, around there, that's just what you did. I got sick of it though. Started seeing blood in my dreams. And the old priest in the booth sayin' oh 'go say a few Hail Marys and be forgiven' wasn't cuttin' it for me anymore. In fact, it kinda ticked me off. I mean, here we wuz committin' real crimes, and every one of us still good Catholics. And I knew the Italians and the Spanish guys we usually tangled with were the same way. All of us criminals, some of us killers, and nobody even questioned if we might be goin' ta Hell for it. We showed up on Sunday, we did our confession, what was the problem? I had a problem. My guilt wasn't goin' away that easy. And it made me start questionin' a lot more of what I'd always been taught, too. Started seeing the holes in the whole Catholic thing."

Kat sighed, and the blonde just smirked. He was really starting to not like that one. Neither said anything though, so he moved on with the story.

"There was one group o' people who never got involved in all the rumbles and trouble we all were gettin' into, and that was the Jews. Their kids weren't getting in trouble, or fightin' all the time or wreckin' stuff or stealin' or nothin'. They seemed like they was always coming from or goin' to that funny church o' theirs, and they wuz always quiet and polite. And you know what else they was? They was -peaceful-. Somethin' my life had never been. And they... well where we seemed to more say lip service to the whole God and faith thing, they took it -serious-. And it occurred to me, you know, they knew God way before us Christians did, maybe they'd have some answers to the questions I couldn't get answers for in Sunday School. So... I started askin' them."

A short pause, and he went on.

"At first, they didn't really wanna talk to me. I was an outsider, and a troublemaker, and they didn't trust me. Who could blame 'em? But I stuck around, and kept askin' my questions. I always was tha stubborn type. And eventually, I got an answer or two. When I didn't get sarcastic or use what they said against 'em, and they realized I was really sincere in what I was askin', they started answerin' me more often. Slow but sure I got to learnin', and I really liked what I was findin' out. It all made sense to me in ways Catholicism didn't anymore. Eventually, they hooked me up with a rabbi who felt like teachin' me some stuff might be a good chance to 'expand interfaith dialogue' as he put it, and that's when I really started learnin' serious. The more I learned, the more I wanted ta learn. And as I spent more time with tha rabbi, I spent less time with my old gang and less time gettin' in trouble. I got into fewer fights 'cross the board, as I more and more got the message that I couldn't just blow off tha' Commandments when I wanted and make it right by confessin' and sayin' a little penance. There were more consequences than that, if nothin' else disappointin' God. I started makin' a real effort to do what was right seven days a week, and not just on Sunday, and it made a real difference for me. Put me on a path to the straight 'n' narrow for tha first time in my life."

When the blonde groaned and rolled her eyes, it confirmed for him that he really didn't like her much at all, but he didn't respond to her and simply finished his story instead.

"You can see where this is goin' now, I'm sure. I got to really love everything about Judiasm, it resonated with me like Catholicism never did. So eventually I asked the rabbi about convertin', and he did his best to talk me out of it, sayin' how hard a path it was and how much my people would resent me for it and how a lot of Jews would still see me as an outsider and basically it would be a lot o' hard work and not all sunshine and roses. But like I said I was stubborn, and I was really serious about it. I wanted ta be a Jew so bad it burned. So, he set me up with a whole list o' things I had to know and pass tests about, and things I'd haveta do, and man it seemed like a college course or somethin'! But I jumped at it, and step by step I did it all. And when I did, tha' rabbi kept his end of the bargain and they did the ritual. From that day on, the old me was gone. I was a new man, a Jewish man. And I won't lie, it ain't always been easy, my faith has been tested a lot and sometimes I crave a ham sammich so bad I'd punch Galactus in the face to get one. But like I said I'm stubborn, and through it all I stuck with it. And I will for the resta my life."

Kat sighted, and didn't really know how to respond. She managed to begin with an "Uhh that's nice" but really wasn't sure how to proceed when Illyana jumped in with harsh and pointed words of her own.

"Yeah, really nice, congratulations on successfully burying your guilt in religious conversion and / or revival. Isn't it amazing, how people can be drug addicts, sex fiends, alcoholics, gamblers, or in your case small time thug slash possible multiple murderer, and then they find the big gee-oh-dee and everything's ok? And then they get to go around and preach to everyone else about how their fucked up life was turned around thanks to Jesus or Allah or Cthulu or whatever, what a deal! I wanna play too, where can I sign up? I was a demon sorceress once, what kinda conversion points do I get for that? I bet it's a fuckton!"

Kat just sighed, and Ben's fists balled up as he scowled. "You got quite a mouth on you, little girl. I oughta wash it out with soap."

Illyana's eyes glowed dangerously. "Try it... make my day."

As she spoke, she summoned a "stepping disc", a teleportation portal that was her mutant power. She'd learned to alter their appearance as she mastered her abilities, and now her discs always looked like the Wiccan pentacle symbol, an interlaced five-pointed star inside a circle. Placing it between them like a sheld, it would expand on contact and send him wherever she wanted should he try to come at her. She was thinking Limbo was particularly nasty this time of year...

Before Ben could say anything else though or worse yet try anything, Kat did her best to focus attention back on her by speaking up and hopefully put an end to the argument. "Thanks, 'Yana, but I can speak for myself you know."

They both looked at her, Illyana sighing a bit but dropping her disc and Ben's focus was squarely back on her. "And...?" he asked her.

"I appreciate the story, actually, and it makes what I have to say next easier. You see, I'm a convert too."

Ben blinked those famous blue eyes. "What? I was sure you was born Jewish, I--"

Kat interrupted him, with a soft sigh. "I was born Jewish. I converted to Paganism."

Ben was absolutely incredulous. "You WHAT?! Are you nuts??? Don't tell me, devil girl put you up to it? You gotta be kiddin' me!"

Illyana smirked. "Typical monotheist trash, can't even tell the difference between a pentacle and a pentagram, and eager to paint anything you don't like as satanism to justify whatever you want to do to them and -- "

Kat sighed again, she was starting to get a headache. "'Yana, please... I really appreciate you taking up for me but this is hard enough as it is ok? Don't make it worse by making an already tense situation more hostile. Please, try to be nice for my sake? Please?"

Illyana frowned deeply, hurt. "C'mon, don't tell me you're taking his side!"

Kat shook her head. "I'm not, but I do understand where he's coming from and I'm trying to explain my position in a way that isn't hurtful. I know you're justifiably angry at everything monotheism stands for, really I understand. But please... for me."

Illyana sighed, nodded, and came to sit in Kat's lap. "Ok, for you. Because I love you." And then gave her a deep and loving kiss.

Ben was stunned. "Oh fer cryin' out loud, yer a lesbo too??? What kinda den o' sin did I walk inta?!"

Illyana shot to her feet, eyes glowing again and hands wreathed in pentacles as she summoned her power. "Oh go to HELL, and I assure you I mean that quite literally!"

Before she could strike, another presence entered the room and summoned a fiery flaming bird emblem between them... as they pulled back from it and one another, Rachel Summers-Grey entered. "That's ENOUGH!" she roared in an inhuman voice that could chill the bones. Then she looked to Illyana and said "I got this, relax" and then floated down in front of Ben as Illyana backed down to let the redhead handle this.

"Mr Grimm... I don't know what this is about, but you have angered the two people I love most in all the world, and that is a very dangerous thing to do. I strongly suggest you either find a way to be polite and not anger them further, or leave while you remain uninjured."

Ben could feel the power radiating from this woman, and her entire manner was hard and cold like a woman who'd seen war and death and hell and come out of the other side scarred but unbroken. Part of him actually feared her, but he couldn't and wouldn't back down. He never had, and he never would. It wasn't in him. Ben Grimm never quit, he did or died. That's who he was. But he had to bite his tongue to not protest that the blonde had started it, wanting to try to start again more calmly. Kat was in deeper than he thought, and getting her angry wasn't going to make her listen to him. He sighed, forced himself calm, and was about to begin again when Kat began speaking.

"To answer your question, yes, we're quote-unquote 'lesbos'. All three of us, and we love each other very much. I'd die for either of these women, and each of them would do the same for the other two of us. We've been through hell together, saved each other's lives more times than we can count, and fought back to back against enemies out for our blood. You can either deal with that, or you can go right now."

Ben sighed. One battle at a time, he supposed, though he was getting the distinct feeling he couldn't win here. He really didn't have much nice to say to that, and she continued.

"In fact, I suggest you get used to it. Reliable statistics estimate that a significant majority of women in the entire female superhuman community are at least bisexual, and lesbianism far outstrips the percentage in the normal human population as well. Among female telepaths, that figure jumps to nine out of ten minimum, with male telepaths not far behind them. Male non-telepathic superhumans seem to have numbers similar to the mainstream population. No reliable cause has been established for the discrepency, but the numbers are undeniable."

Ben was incredulous, and he would have to ask Stretch about it later. It seemed unbelievable.

Instead of elaborating though, she moved on and her manner softened some. "That's not the reason I'm pagan, though. Illyana isn't the reason either, though she helped me when I was in the same lost and seeking phase you were in. Neither is Storm, even though she's prayed to and swore by a Goddess for as long as I've known her, and I respect her more than anyone alive. My sensei Wolverine practicing Shinto isn't the reason either, or the Shinto training I recieved in Japan, though either could just as easily have been the cause. You want to know why I stopped practicing Judiasm and embraced Paganism?"

Ben winced a little at the conviction in her words, and nodded with a sigh. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this one bit.

"It's because I couldn't be a monotheist anymore. It goes against everything I believe in, everything I stand for. I can be who I am, or I can be who you and my parents and Magneto want me to be, but not both."

Ben frowned. "What could you possibly believe in so much it'd make you turn yer back on tha one true God?"

Kat shook her head. "That's exactly it. You just said it for me. 'One True God'... you have any idea how that sounds to somone who doesn't follow that god? It de-legitimizes them, practically de-humanizes them. It's hate speech, and I won't abide it."

Ben blinked. "Now just wait a damned minute! I--"

She cut him off. "Every time people have claimed there was only one way, only one truth, it's led to slaughter. It led to romans slaughtering christians, christians slaughtering pagans and jews, europeans slaughtering native americans, and yes, nazis slaughtering jews. One true religion is not really any different from one master race, and we all know where that gets us."

Ben frowned, losing ground badly. "It ain't like that..."

Kat sighed. "Yes, it is. And that's why I believe with all my heart and soul that there can never be any one true path, or one true god. There's only the path that's right for me, and it's not the same one that's right for you, or for anyone else. I don't get to decide what's right for them, and you don't get to decide what's right for me."

Ben's frown deepened. There were so many arguments he wanted to use, but he couldn't figure out how to put them into words. He never was a debate champion, and he didn't know how to put his feelings into words that wouldn't run right into her "one true way = bigotry" thing. And while he struggled for a response, she closed the argument.

"I know why you're upset. To you, I've thrown away something you wish you had, the status of Jewish by birth. But try to understand, not everyone is born where they belong. You weren't either, and you found your path. I'm honestly glad for you, not everyone's lucky enough to find where they belong. But I have. I'm where I want to be, and nothing you do or say will change my mind any more than I could convince you to abandon Judiasm. I'll die before I abandon what I believe in."

Ben sighed. The kid was lost to him, and there didn't seem to be anything he could do to save her. He was no rabbi, he couldn't answer her questions and arguments the way he wished he could. He felt like he failed, and that was not a comfortable feeling for him.

"That's it, then?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"That's it, I'm afraid." she said, then surprised him with her next words. "I do want to thank you though."

He blinked, was she mocking him now? He frowned and snapped out. "Fer what?"

She softly smiled. "For giving me the clue that it's time to come out to Magneto about my conversion. He won't like it... but I've never backed down from what I believe in my life and I'm not about to start now. Besides... having Magneto pissed off at you kinda comes with the X."

Ben nodded, and sighed. "You and me are a lot alike, kid, both stubborn as a hunk'a iron. I hope yer right about this, or you'll have somebody a lot worse than Magneto mad at ya."

Kat nodded. "I'll take my chances, and walk my path, and if worse comes to worse? It will have been better to die on my feet than live on my knees."

Ben simply nodded, and put on his hat as he turned to go. Like it or not, he had to admire the kid's spunk. He didn't agree with her, not for a moment, but he respected her for sticking to her guns.

"Best o' luck to you then. See ya around." he said, and then he was gone.

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Later, after some drinks, a good meal, and a relaxing shower that had quickly turned to affection, then passion, then full-on foreplay, the trio had moved to the bed for activities that would surely give their earlier guest a heartattack if he were to witness them.

As Kat lay on her back on the bed, with Illyana on hands and knees to bring her face to her lover's soft, wet, enticingly-scented pink, the brunette interrupted her with a smirk and a touch of dry humor.

"You might not want to do that, 'Yana, I'm a sinner and condemned to hell. Didn't you hear?"

Illyana snerked out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Hell, huh? Been there, done that, took over, got bored, left. I think I can handle it again. How about you, Rache'?"

The redhead blinked and paused in her own actions. which involved tasting the blonde's moist pink treasure while working a finger inside the tight little pucker above that much-loved little slit, something she knew Illyana loved.

"Hmm? What, hell? Umm I'd probably just shrug, say it looks like home and start a revolution. Nothing new for me."

Kat smiled softly, and pulled the blonde to her, emitting a soft moaning gasp as her lover's lips met her lower ones. "I so very much fucking love you guys..."

Illyana muttered a muffled "lufvyutoo" into those soft wet pink lips as she began her happy task, Rachel merely nodding her head which got a shudder and happy gasp from the blonde who's intimate center she currenly had her face pressed tightly to.

After that, there were no more words as they climbed the stairway of sexual heaven together, until Kat cried out her pleasure and love for her partners as the shattering waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her, joined quickly by the others including Rachel who was assisted to her peak by a little vibrating toy strapped to her and delivering wonderous pulses, squirming motions, and vibrations to her intimate center. Part of it centered over her clit and part of it lodged inside her, it was enough to make Rachel think there was a chance for humanity after all if they could take a break from making weapons to devise and construct something so wondrous whose only purpose was pleasure.

After they came down from their set of peaks, unwilling to stop after only the first, Rachel changed things up by grabbing an attachment for her beloved little toy and fixing it into place. Also remembering to grab some lube, she wet the pearlescent red shaft until it was glistening and then moved up to place it at her blonde lover's most private little puckered hole.

Illyana blinked, and looked back with lust-filled eyes and voice made husky with desire. "Oh fuck yes... sodomize me. Fuck my ass... god hates buttsex, sodomy is a sin, sodomy is my favorite path to heavenly hell..."

Kat chuckled as Illyana gave this little diatribe, she certainly had a bit of a kink for the forbidden and she had a hell of a fetish for getting her tight little ass fucked. She asked Rachel to hold on just a moment, eliciting a soft little huff of impatience from the lusful little blonde, but she made it worth it for her as she crawled beneath her to get her face in position to lick that blonde-framed pink creamy center and in the process get a close-up view of the buttfucking about to commence. And then she felt the blonde grunt and moan into her spread and ready sex as they completed the 69 position while Rachel leaned forwards and slowly pushed that artifcial shaft into the tight, willing bowels of her blonde lover. Kat happily brought her mouth to that winking pink slit that dripped so deliciously with feminine nectar, as Rachel established a strong but gentle fucking rhythm inside that tight little rectal passage. Soon, Illyana was screaming her pleasure into Kat with fierce abandon, having orgasmed the first time from her sodomized little rear before the other two were even close, and pulled herself away from Kat's delicious wet only long enough to urge Rachel to fuck her ass harder, faster, deeper, more. The redhead was only happy to oblige, and they continued the squirming, moaning, moist, licking and fucking ride to ecstatic bliss as one.

When they finally reached their peak together as one (and the third orgasm in a row from the lustfully screaming buttfucked blonde), Kat was rewarded with a veritable flood of orgasmic juices from the lovely pink center she had her face so happily buried in, as Illyana achieved a squirting orgasm that drenched the face of her lover in wondrously feminine scented pleasure juices. If Kat hadn't already been coming, the sheer turnon alone would have finished the job for her as she pressed her lips to that lovely feminine opening and pressed her tongue as deep as it would go, seeking every drop of that precious nectar. Above them, Rachel roared out her own climax as she shuddered and bucked her hips as the toy and the arousing sounds of pleasure from her beloved partners conspired to drive her to the peaks of ecstacy.

Rachel's strength failed her, and she collapsed onto her side pulling Illyana with her still joined to her by the everhard artificial shaft still lodged deep in the blonde's clenching vice-tight bowels, getting a gasp of surprise before the blonde nussled back against her and mmmed as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm and settled into the happy bliss of afterglow. Moments later, Illyana felt Kat re-orient herself to cuddle with the pair, meeting her lips with a deep, passionate kiss that bore the taste and scent of the blonde's own pleasure on them, and also shared Kat's own taste with her.

For a long while, the three of them merely cuddled tightly together, barely able to move from as they recovered from their ecstatic exertion, exchanging soft little affections as they basked in the afterglow of their togetherness. The confrontation of earlier hadn't been forgotten entirely, though, as Rachel gently teased Illyana.

"You know, it's a good thing I showed up when I did earlier, before he got himself hurt."

Illyana chuckled. "Next time someone tries to argue religion with me, I think I'll just teleport in Thor and tell whoever to tell him what they just told me."

She grinned evilly, and the others laughed.

None of them could argue that it wasn't a pretty smart strategy.

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[Author's note: I felt like there should be a nice fun sex scene to reward the reader for all the stressful unpleasantless of the argument that formed the bulk of the story, so I added in a muchly expanded description of the threesome that ensued that night after he left. Hope you liked it.]
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