I don't own X-Men, only Jaime. I've had to change some personalities for
the purpose of my story. I'm taking my favorite parts of both the cartoon
and the movies, and putting it together.
"Speech"
*Telepathic speech *
Chapter 1
It didn't look like a school, let alone one for mutants, it just looked like a house. I walked slowly up the walk, what if they wouldn't take me, I had money, but I had heard of Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters on the street, and someone said the gifted really meant mutant. A boy ran out, followed soon after by a girl, they were laughing. A man walked up to the door, he looked about thirty. "Who are you?" He asked.
"My name is Jaime," I said, "I was wondering if I could see the school?"
It was my best chance at getting inside. "Where are your parents?" The man asked.
"They're dead," I said, I took a step closer, and began to feel apprehensive about this guy.
"Dead? How'd they die?" he asked.
"They were protecting me from some prejudiced people, those people began to attack my family." I said.
"Who was it that attacked your family?" The man asked.
"Mutant haters," I said softly, ready to teleport out, if I needed to.
"Come inside, I'll take you to the Professor," The man said, "Jubilee, don't do that in front, go around back where no one passing on the street can see," He called to the kids.
"Ok, Logan," The girl said.
"How'd you hear of the school?" Logan asked.
"After my parents were killed, my brother and I sold the house, splitting the profits, I took one car, and he took another, we split up, I was in New York,, and saw the school on the news, someone mentioned that this was a school for mutants," I said, "So here I am."
"And here we are," Logan said, "Wait here, I'll go talk to the professor."
The door was thick, and I couldn't hear what was said, a minute later Logan came out, "The professor will see you now."
I stepped into the room, it was a huge oak paneled office, with a desk in the middle of the room, there were three chairs in front of the desk, an old man sat behind it. "Welcome, to Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters," He said with a pleasant smile, "Please, have a seat."
I took the chair on the right, "so, Logan says you are interested in the school, may I ask why?"
"My parents are dead, my brother left, and I don't want to live alone, I need to finish school," I said.
"This isn't a normal boarding school," The professor said.
"I know, it's for gifted students," I said.
"why then, do you think you qualify?" He asked.
"I'm not gifted, in an academic sense, nor am I much for organized sports, but, I do have other gifts," I said.
"Really," The professor looked skeptical.
"Would you like a demonstration?" I asked.
"That's alright," The professor said, looking worried.
I stood up, "Well, professor, I'm sorry I came here, I was mistaken in the type of school you ran, I'm sorry to have wasted your valuable time."
I turned, and walked out of the room, as I walked down the oak paneled hallway, I looked around, it was deserted, when I was near the door, I heard shuffled footsteps behind me, I turned around, only to find the hallway still deserted.
I heard the sound of exploding air, that could only come from a compressed air gun, or someone teleporting into a space, I turned around again, as I did, there was a 'Bamf' of imploding air, when I did turn around fully, there was a quickly dissipating cloud of Blue smoke. I didn't move, then a 'Bamf' of exploding air brought the familiar blue 'Demon' that had been a friend when I was a child.
"Meine Freundin!" he came over with a huge smile on his face.
"Mein Freund," I smiled back.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Well, I heard about the school, but I just met with the professor, and got the impression that this wasn't the type of school I thought is was, but then you showed up, Kurt, are you the only other mutant in this school?" I asked.
"No, you're the only non mutant," Kurt said.
"The professor gave me the impression that it wasn't a mutant school," I was confused.
"I tend to do that, you weren't exactly specific," The professor said.
"Professor, this is my gut friend, Jaime," Kurt said.
"How long have you been friends?" The professor asked.
"Since before I could teleport," Kurt said.
"When did you learn how to do that?" I asked.
"A week after I left," Kurt smiled.
"You still use that tail to hang from chandeliers?" I asked.
"You bet, in fact, it's easier to get up now," Kurt grinned.
"I'm sure it is," I smiled, then I looked at Kurt again, "I'd love to talk to you again, maybe we could go out for a coffee some time."
"Ja, I would like that, very much," Kurt said.
"I should go, now," I said.
"Give me your number, I'll call you," Kurt said.
"I'm staying at the Best Western," I said, "In Rochester, till I can get a place, room 305."
I hugged Kurt again, being careful not to touch his skin.
"And if you're not there?" Kurt asked.
"Leave a message for me, I'll call back, if I've checked out, I'll find you," I said.
I walked down the steps, "Jaime, I'll call you in the morning," Kurt said.
"Ok, Kurt," I smiled, I looked my blue friend over one more time, his tail was swinging softly behind him.
***Kurt's P.O.V.***
"She didn't touch my skin, that's not normal for her," I said, looking at the professor.
"I couldn't have her stay as a student, her mental walls wouldn't even allow me to speak with her telepathically," The professor said.
"She's not one of us," I said, "But she is acting weird."
"Come Kurt, I've got your image inducer working again, please try not to drop it again," The professor said.
I nodded, and followed the man in the wheelchair.
***Jaime's P.O.V. ***
I couldn't believe it, seeing Kurt again, after all these years, of course I knew him from between circuses, he looked like a demon, but he was really an Angel, once you got to know him.
I was in my room, the next morning, but he didn't call, "Hello?" I asked, I was looking at the paper, at the roommate wanted ads, when the phone rang in the afternoon.
"Jaime, this is Scott, from the school, we didn't meet yesterday, the professor wanted me to call, he wants to speak with you again," The male voice on the other end said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, he just asked me to call, and see if I could set up and appointment, for you to come by again," Scott said.
I flicked open my lighter, as I considered it, "What time?" I asked after a minute, closing my lighter with a snap.
"Is about two o-clock good?" Scott said.
"I should be able to make it," I said.
"Do you want to know what is different between us, and most boarding schools?" Scott asked.
"You have Kurt?" I smiled.
"Well, Kurt is part of it," I could tell Scott was smiling too, "But no, the kids here go to public school, they come here at night, and on weekends, they learn how to function in society."
"So you teach these kids how to cope with their powers?" I said.
"Basically," Scott said.
"How's Kurt, really, he acts fine sometimes, even when he's really not," I said.
"Kurt's the same as he has been since he came here, calm, collected, just a normal teenage boy," Scott said.
"Kurt's not normal," I said, "Kurt is special, he saved my life, more than once, and I'll never forget that, but he was never the same as the other kids,"
"He's got blue skin, of course he's not the same as the other kids, in that way, but he's the same every other way," Scott said.
"I'll be at the school at two," I said, then hung up.
***Scott's P.O.V. ***
"What did I say?" I asked Jean, as I lowered the phone to the stand.
"She doesn't know you, and she thinks you don't know Kurt either, in fact, you probably don't," Jean said.
"Jean, I'm a dumb ass," I said.
"Yes, yes you are, but that never stopped you before, come on, get up, we have to go shopping, and when we get back, Jaime will probably be here," Jean said.
*The lists are in the kitchen, * The professor said.
I rolled my eyes, as I followed Jean.
***Jaime's P.O.V. ***
At five minutes to two, I walked into the school, no one was around, again, the main hall was deserted. I took a few hesitant steps forward, and stopped, looking around.
*In my office * I heard, I threw up my blocks, and looked around carefully.
There was a clatter at the top of the stairs, "The professor is in his office, he's waiting for you," I looked up, and saw Logan at the top of the stairs.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked.
"I heard you come in," Logan said, "Do you remember where it is?"
"I shouldn't have any problem finding it," I replied.
"If you get lost, just open your mind, the professor is a telepath, he can direct you," Logan said.
"That was his voice I heard earlier?" I said.
"Yes, he's got a bad habit of scaring people when they first arrive, I was brought in, unconscious, when I woke up, I came out here, he had me running for cover," Logan said, with a laugh.
I began to walk down the hall, it was strange to me, to be in such an empty hall, at home, we'd had servants always around. The only lie I had told Logan was about my parents being dead, and selling the house, they had sent me away, for my protection, I had full financial support, and could afford the best school, or house, if that's what I wanted.
I knocked on the Oak door. "Come in," Was yelled from the inside.
I opened the door, and stepped in, closing the door behind me. "You're not used to a house so quiet," The professor said.
I shook my head, "Well, take a seat, please," he said.
"I spoke with Kurt for awhile after you left yesterday, he told me that you're not a mutant, but yesterday, and today, you showed incredible mental shields," The professor said, "And that's not something I find with people who aren't mutants."
"My brother was a mutant," I said, looking at the professor, "My twin brother."
I flipped my lighter a few times. "Was?" the professor asked.
"I haven't seen him in over a year, I've been living in hotels, cheap dives, no contact with my family, no friends, I'm planning on making a place for myself in this world, I've got one semester of High school left, will you let me stay here, till I'm done?" I asked.
"I can't just let you 'stay here', I've got to look out for my students, you haven't seen Kurt in years, I don't know you," the professor said.
A/N: Well, what do you think? It will get better, don't worry, I just want to introduce Jaime. I won't beg, but please review.
"Speech"
*Telepathic speech *
Chapter 1
It didn't look like a school, let alone one for mutants, it just looked like a house. I walked slowly up the walk, what if they wouldn't take me, I had money, but I had heard of Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters on the street, and someone said the gifted really meant mutant. A boy ran out, followed soon after by a girl, they were laughing. A man walked up to the door, he looked about thirty. "Who are you?" He asked.
"My name is Jaime," I said, "I was wondering if I could see the school?"
It was my best chance at getting inside. "Where are your parents?" The man asked.
"They're dead," I said, I took a step closer, and began to feel apprehensive about this guy.
"Dead? How'd they die?" he asked.
"They were protecting me from some prejudiced people, those people began to attack my family." I said.
"Who was it that attacked your family?" The man asked.
"Mutant haters," I said softly, ready to teleport out, if I needed to.
"Come inside, I'll take you to the Professor," The man said, "Jubilee, don't do that in front, go around back where no one passing on the street can see," He called to the kids.
"Ok, Logan," The girl said.
"How'd you hear of the school?" Logan asked.
"After my parents were killed, my brother and I sold the house, splitting the profits, I took one car, and he took another, we split up, I was in New York,, and saw the school on the news, someone mentioned that this was a school for mutants," I said, "So here I am."
"And here we are," Logan said, "Wait here, I'll go talk to the professor."
The door was thick, and I couldn't hear what was said, a minute later Logan came out, "The professor will see you now."
I stepped into the room, it was a huge oak paneled office, with a desk in the middle of the room, there were three chairs in front of the desk, an old man sat behind it. "Welcome, to Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters," He said with a pleasant smile, "Please, have a seat."
I took the chair on the right, "so, Logan says you are interested in the school, may I ask why?"
"My parents are dead, my brother left, and I don't want to live alone, I need to finish school," I said.
"This isn't a normal boarding school," The professor said.
"I know, it's for gifted students," I said.
"why then, do you think you qualify?" He asked.
"I'm not gifted, in an academic sense, nor am I much for organized sports, but, I do have other gifts," I said.
"Really," The professor looked skeptical.
"Would you like a demonstration?" I asked.
"That's alright," The professor said, looking worried.
I stood up, "Well, professor, I'm sorry I came here, I was mistaken in the type of school you ran, I'm sorry to have wasted your valuable time."
I turned, and walked out of the room, as I walked down the oak paneled hallway, I looked around, it was deserted, when I was near the door, I heard shuffled footsteps behind me, I turned around, only to find the hallway still deserted.
I heard the sound of exploding air, that could only come from a compressed air gun, or someone teleporting into a space, I turned around again, as I did, there was a 'Bamf' of imploding air, when I did turn around fully, there was a quickly dissipating cloud of Blue smoke. I didn't move, then a 'Bamf' of exploding air brought the familiar blue 'Demon' that had been a friend when I was a child.
"Meine Freundin!" he came over with a huge smile on his face.
"Mein Freund," I smiled back.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Well, I heard about the school, but I just met with the professor, and got the impression that this wasn't the type of school I thought is was, but then you showed up, Kurt, are you the only other mutant in this school?" I asked.
"No, you're the only non mutant," Kurt said.
"The professor gave me the impression that it wasn't a mutant school," I was confused.
"I tend to do that, you weren't exactly specific," The professor said.
"Professor, this is my gut friend, Jaime," Kurt said.
"How long have you been friends?" The professor asked.
"Since before I could teleport," Kurt said.
"When did you learn how to do that?" I asked.
"A week after I left," Kurt smiled.
"You still use that tail to hang from chandeliers?" I asked.
"You bet, in fact, it's easier to get up now," Kurt grinned.
"I'm sure it is," I smiled, then I looked at Kurt again, "I'd love to talk to you again, maybe we could go out for a coffee some time."
"Ja, I would like that, very much," Kurt said.
"I should go, now," I said.
"Give me your number, I'll call you," Kurt said.
"I'm staying at the Best Western," I said, "In Rochester, till I can get a place, room 305."
I hugged Kurt again, being careful not to touch his skin.
"And if you're not there?" Kurt asked.
"Leave a message for me, I'll call back, if I've checked out, I'll find you," I said.
I walked down the steps, "Jaime, I'll call you in the morning," Kurt said.
"Ok, Kurt," I smiled, I looked my blue friend over one more time, his tail was swinging softly behind him.
***Kurt's P.O.V.***
"She didn't touch my skin, that's not normal for her," I said, looking at the professor.
"I couldn't have her stay as a student, her mental walls wouldn't even allow me to speak with her telepathically," The professor said.
"She's not one of us," I said, "But she is acting weird."
"Come Kurt, I've got your image inducer working again, please try not to drop it again," The professor said.
I nodded, and followed the man in the wheelchair.
***Jaime's P.O.V. ***
I couldn't believe it, seeing Kurt again, after all these years, of course I knew him from between circuses, he looked like a demon, but he was really an Angel, once you got to know him.
I was in my room, the next morning, but he didn't call, "Hello?" I asked, I was looking at the paper, at the roommate wanted ads, when the phone rang in the afternoon.
"Jaime, this is Scott, from the school, we didn't meet yesterday, the professor wanted me to call, he wants to speak with you again," The male voice on the other end said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, he just asked me to call, and see if I could set up and appointment, for you to come by again," Scott said.
I flicked open my lighter, as I considered it, "What time?" I asked after a minute, closing my lighter with a snap.
"Is about two o-clock good?" Scott said.
"I should be able to make it," I said.
"Do you want to know what is different between us, and most boarding schools?" Scott asked.
"You have Kurt?" I smiled.
"Well, Kurt is part of it," I could tell Scott was smiling too, "But no, the kids here go to public school, they come here at night, and on weekends, they learn how to function in society."
"So you teach these kids how to cope with their powers?" I said.
"Basically," Scott said.
"How's Kurt, really, he acts fine sometimes, even when he's really not," I said.
"Kurt's the same as he has been since he came here, calm, collected, just a normal teenage boy," Scott said.
"Kurt's not normal," I said, "Kurt is special, he saved my life, more than once, and I'll never forget that, but he was never the same as the other kids,"
"He's got blue skin, of course he's not the same as the other kids, in that way, but he's the same every other way," Scott said.
"I'll be at the school at two," I said, then hung up.
***Scott's P.O.V. ***
"What did I say?" I asked Jean, as I lowered the phone to the stand.
"She doesn't know you, and she thinks you don't know Kurt either, in fact, you probably don't," Jean said.
"Jean, I'm a dumb ass," I said.
"Yes, yes you are, but that never stopped you before, come on, get up, we have to go shopping, and when we get back, Jaime will probably be here," Jean said.
*The lists are in the kitchen, * The professor said.
I rolled my eyes, as I followed Jean.
***Jaime's P.O.V. ***
At five minutes to two, I walked into the school, no one was around, again, the main hall was deserted. I took a few hesitant steps forward, and stopped, looking around.
*In my office * I heard, I threw up my blocks, and looked around carefully.
There was a clatter at the top of the stairs, "The professor is in his office, he's waiting for you," I looked up, and saw Logan at the top of the stairs.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked.
"I heard you come in," Logan said, "Do you remember where it is?"
"I shouldn't have any problem finding it," I replied.
"If you get lost, just open your mind, the professor is a telepath, he can direct you," Logan said.
"That was his voice I heard earlier?" I said.
"Yes, he's got a bad habit of scaring people when they first arrive, I was brought in, unconscious, when I woke up, I came out here, he had me running for cover," Logan said, with a laugh.
I began to walk down the hall, it was strange to me, to be in such an empty hall, at home, we'd had servants always around. The only lie I had told Logan was about my parents being dead, and selling the house, they had sent me away, for my protection, I had full financial support, and could afford the best school, or house, if that's what I wanted.
I knocked on the Oak door. "Come in," Was yelled from the inside.
I opened the door, and stepped in, closing the door behind me. "You're not used to a house so quiet," The professor said.
I shook my head, "Well, take a seat, please," he said.
"I spoke with Kurt for awhile after you left yesterday, he told me that you're not a mutant, but yesterday, and today, you showed incredible mental shields," The professor said, "And that's not something I find with people who aren't mutants."
"My brother was a mutant," I said, looking at the professor, "My twin brother."
I flipped my lighter a few times. "Was?" the professor asked.
"I haven't seen him in over a year, I've been living in hotels, cheap dives, no contact with my family, no friends, I'm planning on making a place for myself in this world, I've got one semester of High school left, will you let me stay here, till I'm done?" I asked.
"I can't just let you 'stay here', I've got to look out for my students, you haven't seen Kurt in years, I don't know you," the professor said.
A/N: Well, what do you think? It will get better, don't worry, I just want to introduce Jaime. I won't beg, but please review.