I do not own any of the Marvel canon characters. Though I do own Silver(Jasper), Bethany & Eden. Please feel free to Read and Review. If you would like to contact me my email is was a stormy night outside Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youth and everyone was long asleep for the night. And while the storm raged outside all was peaceful inside the expansive mansion. Until…
"My son!" Kurt Wagner shouted as he jolted awake in his room. He looked around quickly, in a panic he leapt out of his bed. He looked frantically around again then suddenly vanished from his room leaving only a trace of blue smoke and a sulphurous smell.
"What do you mean!? Who is he Jean!?" Scott shouted.
"He's my son Scott. Now back off! Let him breath." Jean shouted back at her husband as she crouched down over the dark body sprawled on the floor at the end of her bed, checking pulse and the numerous abrasions.
"What do you mean your son? How could he be your son!?" Scott raged, "You've never been pregnant! And he has to be at least 15! You're only 25!"
"MY SON! Silver-hair, Jasper, Oh my son!" Kurt cried as he appeared in the corner of room and all but pounced on the prone and naked body on the floor.
"Kurt! He's hurt, his pulse is strong but very erratic we need to get him to the infirmary. Scott go get the professor tell him to meet us there. Go NOW!" Jean yelled.
"Calm yourself, Jean. I am already here. Scott, go wake the others, we will need them soon." ordered the Professor as he rolled into the room dressed in his night garments, but still in charge.
Scott Summers glanced back towards his wife hesitating for a moment but then followed his orders and left the room at a trot. The professor turned to watch him leave then returned his gaze to the adolescent on the floor and the two adults crouched over him. "Kurt, pick him up and follow me. You as well Jean." And with that he turned his wheelchair around and left the room leaving Jean and Kurt gazing at each other, bewildered and overwhelmed. Kurt lent over and ever so carefully lifted the blue-hued, silver-haired stranger off the cold floor and followed, with Jean following close behind.
The entire team was gathered around the prone body on the medical table. The room was silent except for the sound made by the machines that were behind the patient's bed. One by one they marked his unusual appearance, unusual even for a mutant. His skin was dark blue and was covered in some places in a fine blue fur, similar to Nightcrawler's, that contrasted with the stark white sheet covering his lower body. The hair on his head was luminescent silver. Hanging out the side of his white covering was a thin tail ending in a vicious-looking bone spike.
"Relation of yours?" Logan asked, looking pointedly at Nightcrawler.
"He is my son." Kurt said to himself, never taking his worried gaze off the blue body of the boy that he was standing over, "My son." He turned to Jean and asked, "How much do you remember?"
"Not much, I remember going into labour, though I know there is more. I just can't seem to reach the memories."
"I too, remember his birth. Though I cannot imagine how this all happened, or how he managed to get here. Vee need to figure this out."
This brief conversation has been met with confused glances and shrugs from their team-mates and an outraged expression forming on Cyclops' face. But before he could say anything the professor returned from his trip to Cerebro.
"Indeed we do Nightcrawler. And I fear there is much more to this story than we are privy to at the moment. I will need two teams to leave immediately. Wolverine, you will go with Storm. You both will take the jet. Cyclops, you and Iceman will go with them but disembark at a different location. Go suit up and I will brief you all more thoroughly when you are ready."
"Professor, I think I should stay…" Scott began, only to fade away in shock at the look that Jean shot at him.
"I think you will be able to help the situation more by addressing this mission." The professor replied. It was clear to everyone in the room that the professor was separating Jean and Scott until the situation had calmed down.
"Of course, Professor." Scott demurred then turned on his heel and strode purposefully out of the room. Without another word being spoken the rest of the team slowly followed him out of the room until only Jean, Kurt and the Professor were left considering the prone, blue body on the bed in front of them.
Then the Professor turned and looked at the two X-men in turn, "So, tell me, what exactly do you remember?"
He was floating in white. Alone. Panic took over and reaching out in every direction he found them. And suddenly was them. A crowd was watching him as he lay on the ground. Some were yelling at him, some looked disgusted and just a few were sympathetic. He was in incredible pain, trying to curl around his head. Suddenly she was lying on a precipice holding tightly to her temples with her wings blocking out the dawn light. Then it all went dark.