The Gaelic Asylum

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

Written By: Samurai xXx

A/N: Just something to keep me busy :)

Disclaimer: In any of the chapters/text from here, I own nothing except my creations. All things I own belong to their respective owners.


I really hate my job. That's all that I could think as the fireballs whirred past me. They should tell us if there's going to be mutants here. I would have brought a much bigger gun. I noticed the fireballs stopped.

"COME OUT COPPERS! I'VE GOT MORE FOR YOU!" Echoed off of the wall, into the corridor I was ducked into. I reached for my combat knife, and felt the insignia at my hip. That's right, I've got an IRA meeting later. I clenched my forty-four a little tighter, and grit my teeth. Ok, it's all me, on three... 321go. I whipped around the corner, and shoved my gun out, and took aim. I think I scared the guy, as he was closer than I thought, and my gun was less than an inch from his nose. "Hoi, I'll be your killer today." I went to pull the trigger, and my hand stopped. I tried harder, but to no avail, the trigger must have been stuck, and I don't know why. Then the barrel turned toward me. "Fuck. You. Mutant. Scum." I saw the trigger pulling, and swerved to the side, lashing with my knife as the bullet missed me, burning the skin on the top of my ear. I shouldered the mutant I just slashed, and threw the gun to the ground, taking a defensive melee posture. "Come on, your just a mutant, take me like a man." The mutant looked at me, and smiled. "Not today." He snickered. Today's going to be a long day. He held his hands up, and his smile changed to a very evil grin. My head jerked down, as I heard a gunshot from behind me, and then I remember a dull warmth taking over me, as flames enveloped my body.


I woke up, and something was wrong. Something was VERY wrong. I wasn't in a hospital, and I wasn't seeing much, through bandages + gauze around my head, arms, and parts of my torso.

"What. The. Hell." I groaned.

"Now, now, officer Conners, you've been through a a lot, so get some rest." My vision blurred, and I saw a blue blob in my vision. My vision cleared, and I saw a hairy, blue, person standing over me. Then blackness tugged me into a dream.


Green grass in every direction, a nice breeze with some salt water scent massaged my lungs. A gorgeous redhead walked up to me.

"Hello. I'm Jean Grey." She said kindly, and smiled like a mother would to her child.

I do hope this isn't a dream.

I looked at my hands, and chest, and there weren't any bandages or anything. I looked up.

"D'ya know where we are?" I could hear my Irish leaking into my speech.

"In this dream? No. But when you wake up, I know where you will be." She smiled again.

I looked next to me, and saw a rock, and sat on it.

"If this is a dream, how will you know where I am?" I was lost, then I realized something.

Jean Grey... She's one of the X-men... She's a telepath, if I remember right...

"Thats right, I am of the X-men, and I'm here to make sure you don't kill someone. You were having nightmares, and I wanted to calm you." She said, trying to hope I wouldn't shut her out.

I growled. "What do you want from me? I'm no bad guy mutant, I'm not even a mutant!!!"

A Bead of sweat leaked down here brow. I noticed the skies got a deep red, and a rumble enveloped the plain we were on.

"I'm not here to hurt you, you almost killed yourself in that nightmare. You have a bullet wound through your skull, your suffering from second and third degree burns, and I'm here to keep your brain calm so you don't die!" She shot back.

I sighed.

Today is going to be a long day.

We sat and chatted about what happened. It seems I was fighting the X-men's arch-rivals, the "Brotherhood"

"Jean. I have a question for you." I spoke gently.

"What is it?" She, who was sitting down, enjoying the breeze.

"Am I mutant?"

She sighed.

"Thought so." I started to laugh hysterically.

"Whats so funny, James?" She shot me a semi-scared look.

"I figured so. I would have to say, however, I think I know what makes me a mutant."

Wait for it...

"Whats that?" She started to smile, not knowing what is to come next.

I grinned maniacally. "Look in the front of my boxers." I burst into laughter so hard, I fell off my rock.

"I should have seen that coming." She had a lame smile on her face.

Wiping a tear from my eye, I spoke, "I kid. I think I'm stuck with something volatile." I thought of a mental picture of what I did.

"Oh my God..." Was the response.

She asked me a barrage of questions. Then she stopped, seeing the skies turn colors. Then a man approached, a bald man, with an olive green jumpsuit on.

"James, you do know your powers are volatile, correct?" The man said.

"I'm guessing your Professor Charles Xavier, correct?" I leaned onto my knees, and sat up on the grass.

"That I am."

"I control them like you control yours. The only problem you might see that I have is that my temper is like your hair, Mr. Xavier."

"Would you mind joining us, so we can help you, Mister Conners?"

"I have an IRA meeting."

"IRA?" Jean quizzically looked at The professor, who nodded solemly.

"Irish Rebel Army, m'lass." I told her.

"Professor?" she asked him gently.

"The IRA thinks your dead, Jim a--"

"James. My father is Jim."

"James, sorry. Like I was saying. The IRA thinks your dead, so we may be able to make you a new person..."

"I'll play along." I think the professor and jean were not expecting me to change that quickly.

"Now, by tomorrow I should be healed, and I can use this field to finish what I've been doing."

"Whats that?" They both said, almost at the same time.

"Call to Odin, and be one with the earth."

As if on cue, they saw Odin himself, with his one eye, his steed, and his weapon sheathed, trotting toward me. I spun, and saw the Allfather, and kneeled.

We spoke in ancient Gaelic, and he turned to the two telepaths.

"You two will be this man's guardian?" Odin's voice bellowed.

"I will be, Jean is my pupil." Professor said, and Jean stood next to him.

"Then you are trusted with his life, and I will claim him for the Battle when he comes next."

I closed them out of my mind, and spoke with Odin more in Gaelic, and he left. I opened my eyes, and I heard a flatline sound nearby, and sat up gently.

"Oh my! Your awake!" The blue furry man said. I looked around, and saw Jean and the Professor sitting next to me. I looked to the depths of my soul, and awakened the Warrior inside. I flexed, and tore the bandages with sheer muscular power, as my muscles became larger, stronger, and pumped mystic strength through them. I slide the top bandages off my head, and smiled. I let the warrior subside, and nodded toward Xavier. "If only you knew what your agreement meant."