A/N- First off, I would like to give a warning to EponymousAnonymous, DivergentShadowhunter99, Yay13 and Phantomagorical. It is as follows: If any of you review, PM or talk to be about this story while adding in a bird related pun, I will find you and I will take away any items on the following lists:
YAY13
-Wally West
-Garfield
-Robin
-Your Notebook
EponymousAnonymous
-Sardines
-Lemon Grenades
-Espio
-Halberd
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-Oreos
- Ice Cream
- Jace And Will Herondale
-Tobais
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-Your Sketchpad
-All Your Horror Films
-And I Will Lock You In A Room With Mr Spencer
You have been warned.
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"Skye, can you come here please?"
A voice called out in the large empty house. The young girl, who couldn't have been any older than six, crept out her room apprehensively. She walked to the top of the stairs and waited on the landing until the speaker appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
She was small, yet not frail looking. Her hair was a light grey and it was neatly pulled back into a knot at the back of her head. She wore a dark green dress that came to her knees and small pumps on her feet. Her blue eyes stared up at the girl kindly and her voice shook as she spoke "Skye, can you come down here love? There are some people I would like you to meet".
The small girl tugged nervously at her braid as she nodded and slowly forced her small feet to carry her down the stairs. The small female reached the woman in what felt like years, staring up shyly with eyes that glistened like the moon, the girl reached up and took the lady's larger hand in her own smaller one.
The woman guided the girl into the living room and smiled at the two men that occupied her home. One was older than the woman, he was bald and sat in a modernized wheelchair. His face was warm though the young girl, Skye, noticed that his eyes were slightly off. The second man made her gasp and hide behind the woman's legs. He was younger than the other man and he stood by the old fireplace, staring into the flames. He looked in Skye's direction as she walked in and appraised her with an emotion that was not unlike distaste. "This is her?".
"Yes" The woman said tersely "Is there a problem Mr. Logan?"
"No. I just thought she'd be" He paused, trying to find the right word "Older".
The woman's face screwed up slightly "Well in that case, Mr Logan, perhaps you would like to return in a few years? When she's grown?".
The man's face crept back into a slight sneer and he began to flex his wrists before the man in the wheelchair spoke "That won't be necessary, Thank you, Jennifer. She's fine as she is".
"I'm glad one of you has sense, Charles" Jennifer's eyes aimed a small glare in Logan's direction.
"Now, to business" The elder man, Charles, said and his wheelchair moved closer towards Jennifer and Skye shrank back, grasping onto the dark green fabric, hoping it would hide her. "Hello, little one" He smiled as she peered out at him "I am Charles Xavier and I believe your aunt is right in telling us you have a very special gift?".
Skye looked at her aunt, who smiled encouragingly as her, and she nodded at the old man.
"Would you like to show us?"
A small blush came to her face, even at this young and tender age she knew she was different. Her aunt had kept her in their country house as much as she could. It kept her hidden and safe. Skye didn't like to show other people her 'gift' as her aunt called it. She could do things. Things she knew a normal six year old shouldn't be able to do.
Nevertheless, she moved forward, her hand slowly drifting from the comforting feel of fabric of her aunts dress. Her silver eyes wandered around the room and landed on the teapot Jennifer had put on the small table along with a few mugs and saucers. She focused on the crockery and, slowly but surely, they came to life. They rose up from the table and hovered in mid air, for all eyes to see, before the teapot began moving towards one of the mugs and poured the steaming beverage inside and then added some milk to it.
Charles regarded the moving cups with a fascinated smile and laughed softly as the mug began to move towards him and twirl and hover in front of him "Thank you" He told Skye as he took the mug and saucer and blew on it before taking a sip "I do enjoy a cup of tea on the odd occasion. What about you Logan?".
All eyes in the room moved to the man whose hair parted in the middle to form devil horns. A mug hovered around him, filled to the brim with tea. Logan's eyes met Charles and they met in a stale met for a while before Logan sighed and took the mug.
"So she can do a party trick. So what?" He stated flatly.
"She can do more than make my crockery fly, Mr. Logan" Jennifer spoke, her lips and voice tight.
"What else, Jennifer?"
Now, Skye spoke up "I can talk to animals"
All three adults turned to the young girl and she continued "I can understand them, and they understand me. I make friends with them".
Charles' eyebrows furrowed together "Telepathy?" He murmured.
"Is that possible?" Logan asked "To be able to do that at her age?"
"With people, no. However, with animals it is possible, if they're small" Charles leant forward until he was almost eye to eye with the child "What animals have you made friends with, Skye?"
"Squirrels mainly" The girl smiled happily and her eyes drifted to the large window that opened out onto the large front garden of the country house "A couple of hedgehogs, and a small rabbit" The girls smile suddenly fell and a confused frown darkened her young features "There was a fox too…..but he didn't want to be friends. He wouldn't talk me".
"Skye, your aunt has told me more about your gift and I think it would be best if we taught you more about it. So how would you like to come and stay with me for a while?" Charles offered, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the handle of his mug repeatedly.
"Are there animals?" Her voice was filled with innocent curiosity.
A small smile came to Charles' face "Of course, there are lots of them. I can teach you to speak with all of them. You can make lots of new friends"
Skye clapped excitedly and her smile widened, revealing a gap where a tooth had been lost "Can Aunt Jenny come too?!"
"I'm afraid not, Skye. She needs to stay here. But I promise you, you can visit her whenever you like and all through the summer"
Skye's eyes teared up and she slowly reached out for the folds of the dark green dress before her hand stopped and she brought it back into her chest. Her silver eyes met the blue ones of her aunt as Madeline reached out and brushed a stray piece of the girls hair out of her face "You'll be fine. I trust Charles to take care of you". Skye moved her eyes away from her aunt and met the pale pair belonging to Charles Xavier as she gave a small nod.
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The dark car drove across the abandoned road as the rain fell lightly against the windshield. Inside the car, the occupants talked quietly amongst themselves. "I think she's taken quite a liking to you, Logan" Charles said, one hand fisted and resting under his lips, referring to Skye.
The six year old had fallen asleep long ago during the long journey and was now curled up against Logan's side, her head almost resting in his lap. The man looked down at her, slight annoyance was in his expression as his blue eyes watched the girl as she stirred. His initial reaction was to move away but after a mental rebuke from Charles, he had relented and let the girl alone.
"Yeah, whatever" Was the reply.
"I don't see why you won't let the girl get close to you. I think she could be a good influence on you".
"Look, Professor, I didn't sign up to be a babysitter" Logan explained, moving his arm so Skye didn't touch it as she moved.
"I know you didn't and I'm not asking you to sit and play tea party, I am simply asking you to be the girls guardian for a short amount of time"
"Not gonna happen"
"Isolation will do nothing to aid you, Logan. You are confined only by the walls you build yourself" Charles said reproachfully, his voice laced with the wisdom he had acquired over the years.
Rolling his eyes, Logan looked out of the window and watched the world pass, refusing to answer the Professor any longer. Charles gave up with the stubborn ebony haired man in front of him and closed his eyes, content with the silence that lingered for the rest of the car journey.
Soon enough, the car came to a stop outside of a grand, red bricked building. The architecture was rich and detailed and the roof was etched with balconies and the main building was adorned with a grand glass dome roof. The land surrounding the mansion was bright and green. Teenagers and smaller children ran around in the large fields. Large fountains and well-trimmed bushes dotted the courtyard and courts of varying activities lined one side of the building.
The door opened and a woman peered in, she was young looking and rather attractive. Her hair was white and it fell to her shoulders, a stark contrast to her dark skin. She smiled as her blue eyes fell on the sleeping girl "Looks like Logan made a friend" She spoke, her voice twined with amusement.
"Storm" Charles greeted warmly.
"Professor" She nodded back and began to help her elder get out of the car.
Logan however, had a different problem. He looked down at Skye and sighed. He opened the door on his side with one hand and kicked it open gently before he scooped the young girl up in his arms and proceeded to carry her inside the school, shooting a glare in Storm and Xavier's direction when he saw them watching him with a smile. Xavier's was warm whereas Storm's held more of a friendly mocking.
"Yeah yeah" He muttered sarcastically "Old Wolverine's getting soft. Big whoop"
As he walked through the door to the school, Skye shifted in his arms and the young girl let her head nuzzle into his shoulder slightly, a few strands of her dark blue hair falling in her face, and Logan couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips.
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The room was dark and the wind howled past the window as a thunderstorm brewed over the mansion. Skye sat on the leather sofa that was located across from another piece of furniture exactly the same as the one she sat on. A coffee table sat in the middle of the sofas and a grandfather clock stood proudly against a wall on the other side of the room, ticking relentlessly as the evening drew further into the morning. Skye's arms were wrapped around her knees, pulling them to her chest. Her dark blue hair was up in a messy bun but a few stray strands fell in her face, though she didn't notice. Her eyes were trained on the floor in front of her, unblinking.
She sat motionless as her ears listened to muffled voices from behind the door. She didn't turn round to look; they'd been at it for the past half hour, leaving her to sit in darkness. They had turned the lights on but she had turned them off, preferring to be in the darkness. Images flashed in her mind: Flames climbing the walls; a roof caving in; smoke billowing everywhere; a man cloaked in black; a familiar pair of pale blue eyes, wide with fear, as her dark green dress became darkened with ashes and soot.
The school felt familiar as he walls enclosed her, though she wished to be outside in the rain, the weather seemed to fit her mood. Her thoughts were disrupted as the sounds of the door sweeping open and a rectangle of light stretched across the floor and landing on the coffee table, outlining her teenage figure.
"Skye?" The voice was hesitant and feminine and Skye instantly knew who it was who addressed her. However, the young girl did not move or acknowledge the presence of her teacher.
She heard a sigh, from a more masculine voice before heavy footfalls resounded and a weight placed itself on her right "Liliana?" He spoke, more gently than anyone thought he could, though it still had a hint of his trademark roughness laced in it.
If it were any other time and he were in any other mood, Skye would have scowled at him for using her real name. She hated it. It was a link to her heritage, a topic she barely knew anything about. A link that had been severed not too long after she was born. Biting back an insult, Syke found her voice "Is she-".
"No, she isn't. Your aunt is fine. There wasn't a fire." Storm had cut her off before she could finish the question from where she sat on the chestnut surface of the coffee table.
All at once, Skye felt the breath she hadn't realized she'd kept in, out through her teeth. "Then why did I see it?".
"It could have been a false premonition. They are quite common. It could have been triggered by stress and anxiety" Storm leaned forward and placed a reassuring hand on Skye's shoulder "We all know you haven't been right lately. You've been off your food, barely sleeping and you caused a stampede of deer the other day by creating an emotional link and letting them feel your unease"
Syke finally looked up from the floor as silver met blue "I didn't mean t-"
"I know you didn't" Storm answered calmly. Her eyes wandered to Logan who sat beside Skye in solemn silence. "But" She started hesitantly "We, as in myself and Logan, have conferred with Professor Xavier and we have agreed to let Logan take you out of school for a while. To clear your mind"
Skye's eyes widened "He let you do that?"
Logan let out a laugh "It doesn't matter if he said we could, it's what's best for you and I would have done it either way".
Skye smiled before throwing her arms around her guardians neck "Thank you!".
A chuckle made his chest vibrate "No problem, Kiddo".
Pulling back, Skye turned to Storm, her eyes now alight with excitement "When do we leave?".
"In the morning".
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