Although set in the X-Men movie universe, this story isn't set in any particular time. For example, Jane Grey and Scott are gone, but the Professor is still alive and running the school. The main characters are my own creations, but I obviously have no claim on anything else!
"I want to talk to the Professor." The young woman sat slouched over in the corner chair, barely looking up through her bangs as she spoke. From Storm's perspective, the woman appeared barely eighteen, eighteen and much too skinny, although it was difficult to tell under the baggy clothes and terrible posture. The woman had been sitting when she came in, and hadn't stood.
"What do you need to speak to him about?"
The woman's fingers twitched under her sleeves. "About Saoirse."
For a moment Storm's mind ran through the students, then stopped on a twelve-year-old with red curls and a minor ability to control animals. "Saoirse Faolan?" A good student, although the staff suspected she was using pigeons to send messages to someone. Still…
"Yeah." The woman nodded under the shroud of hair.
"What do you want with her?"
The woman stood, stretching out to a height greater than Storm's own, but still hunched into the oversized sweater. Storm felt a prickling traveling up her nerves, but refused to flinch. The mirrored sunglasses the woman wore reflected the lights overhead as she looked up.
"I'm her sister."