"Why did I have to be the one to get stuck with sir snores a lot..."Quill thought to himself and then sighed half heartedly. " At least I know when he's asleep."
Quill groaned and slowly rolled out of bed onto a pile of clothes that had some how built up on the floor in the past few hours. One of his socks that happened to be in the pile got stuck in his quills that grew on the side of his face and he quickly pulled it off only to find holes in it.
"Great..." he muttered and then stood up and dusted himself of. Jumping at the sound of sound of gurgling only to find out it was his roommate snoring. "Yuck, you're my bud Evan but learn to swallow your spit in your sleep."
Quill tip-toed over to the door and opened it just a crack and then peeked out and grinned; not a soul in sight.
"I got some 'exploring' to do." he whispered to himself and then got down on his hands and knees and then carefully yet clumsily crawled out of his room.
Once out of the room he kicked the door shut and it closed with a small click; looking up from his position on the floor he spotted his target. Bringing his forearm up to his face he carefully aimed the quills that grew from the spot on his arm closest to the bone towards the camera; then stopped. He squinted in the dim light of the warm hallway to see that the camera was covered in some sort of shiny black material. Immediately his brain screamed 'Intruder!' but then he quickly pushed the thought away; intruders, nah, this place was to heavily guard for anyone or anything to get in.
"Look's like someone got to the camera's before me..." he said to himself and sighed before getting up of the ground and dusted his knees of and then his hands on his boxers.' There goes my chance for my mission impossible.' he thought and then walked down the hall carefully hoping over the creaky floor boards; it was a good thing he remembered where they creaked.
Finally reaching the staircase he slipped his leg over the railing and slid down the rich mahogany rail without a sound. One problem, he had forgot when to stop and he ended up in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Hoping no one heard his mess up or saw it he quickly bounced up from the floor and ran over to the side of the staircase and pressed his back firmly against it. His dark red eyes darting from side to side looking for any threat. Breathing a sigh of relief he removed himself from the wall and continued to walk down the hallway that led to the kitchen.
As he near the archway that lead into the kitchen the sound of a refrigerator opening and closing past his ears and he paused and pressed his body to the wall and then slowly made his way to the archway. Finally reaching he let out a nervous sigh.
"Okay if it's a teacher I'm so busted ...and if it's a student...what if it's a intruder?" he thought nervously. "Can't take any chances, I'll spook 'em."
Taking a deep breath the dark skinned boy leapt into the arch way in full view of the kitchen and aimed the quills on his arms toward the kitchen table.
"AH!" Quill and another screamed. Thing ducked beneath the table and Quill fell to the floor and covered his head best he could with his arms, only to find his own quill like hair was poking into himself and it wasn't very comfortable.
"W-what do you want!" a small feminine stuttered.
The young teenage mutant boy quickly looked up to see two blue eyes looking at him.
Her hair was sunflower blond and her eye's were the color of the sky when there wasn't a cloud in it. That's all he could see of her form except for her finger tips that gripped the table edge.
"I could ask you the same thing..." Quill countered cautiously looking at this girl in a suspicious manner.
"I got hungry..." she whisper shyly.
"...So you live here?" He asked her becoming less afraid and more confident.
"Yes, of course!" she replied.
Quill slowly got up from his position on the floor and looked at her, studying her slowly emerging form from behind the table.
Both stood to their full height staring at each other curiously. The mutant boy stood taller then herself by maybe two or three inches. Cautiously she rose her hand up and extended her small dainty hand toward him; her face was red with blush as she waited.
"I'm-I'm Mica, pleased to meet you." she whispered softly.
Quill slowly walked up to her and took her small hand in his own large calloused one and shook her hand gently.
"Name's Quill!" he said with a smile.
Mica smiled shyly at him still blushing.
Taking a sit in one of the bar stools at the table he looked at her in a playful manner. "Sorry 'bout that." he said as he picked a piece of lint of his shirt
"No, it's okay!" she said a little more relaxed feeling as she walked over to the silverware drawer and got out two spoons out before quietly closing the drawer.
"Ice-cream?" she asked him softly.
"Huh?" Quill replied; he had been busy staring of into space when she asked him this question.
"Ice-cream." she said again and then motioned towards the carton.
"Oh, sure!" he said with a grin and the blond haired girl handed him on of the spoons that had been in her hand.
Mica took a seat on the bar stool next to her new acquaintance and opened the lid of the container of ice-cream.
Quill put his spoon in to the frozen dairy product and pulled out a spoonful and placed in his mouth.
"Sooo...was it you who hit the camera's before me?" he asked his mouth still filled with ice-cream.
"Yeah..." came the girls reply.
Mica had gotten her spoon into the ice-cream but she couldn't pull it out. She knew the boy was watching her and her attempt to get some ice-cream out of the container and she felt her cheeks heat up.
"One second!" Quill said and then carefully placed his spoon in his mouth and held onto the base of the carton. "Okay." he said, the spoon slightly clicking against his teeth as he talked.
Mica nodded and pulled the spoon upwards; finally it came free with a good amount of ice-cream on it.
"Thank you" she said softly and tucked a strand of her sunflower hair behind her ear.
"No problem!" The mutant boy replied before taking another spoonful of ice-cream and placing in his mouth. He swallowed and then fell silent and the girl next to him did as well.
"Sooo...What's your real name...?" he then asked her in a nervous tone.
"M-mine?" she asked turning towards him and then blushed.
She hated her real name, it sound so up tight and upper class, when really she had came from a not so rich middle class family that lived in a small apartment in New York City.
"My name's Audrey, Audrey Jones..." Mica replied softly and then dug her spoon back into the frozen treat.
Quill could see she didn't like it.
"Hey, don't be so down about it, at least your parents didn't name you Maxwell!" the spoon clicked in his mouth as he spoke.
"So that's your name?"
"Yep! Maxwell Jordan."
"Well it's nice to meet you." She smiled at him kindly and he grinned back.
"Hey by the way what your pow-" Quill started and then immediately and listened closely for any sound of speech or movement.
"I swear I heard something moving down here!" came the sound of someone talking.
"Are you sure?" came another.
"Uhhh, oh." whispered Quill.
"It's Storm and Cyclops!" Mica whispered hurriedly back.
"We're trapped like rats! We're so busted! My first day here and I'm busted!" Quill said frantically.
"Quick! Hold on to me!" Mica said in a harsh yet frightened whisper.
"What!" he said in surprise jumping back a little.
"Just do it!" she said firmly with blush apparent on her cheeks.
The young mutant hesitated for just a second listening to the sound of the nearing footsteps, and then ran into the arms of the shy mutant girl and tightly wrapped his arms around her small body careful enough not to hurt her with his quills; she wrapped her arms around him placing her soft hands on his shoulder blades and then whispered softly into his shoulder.
"...Don't be scared..." she said and he nodded in reply.
Then slowly their bodies began to turn in to small fragments of mica dust starting at their feet and making its way up their bodies.
Quill closed his eyes tightly as the mica crystals reached his upper back and then soon he and Mica were completely dissolved into mica dust particles that swarmed together and then made a beeline to a slightly opened window near the kitchen sink and then quickly disappeared out the open window.
"I swear I heard something!" Scott said to the doubtful Ororo who was walking next to him as they entered the kitchen.
"Well there doesn't seem to be anyone here now does there?" the Weather Witch said slightly peeved that Scott had sent her on a wild goose chase in the middle of the night.
Scott looked around the seemingly empty kitchen and then something caught his eye. It was an open ice-cream carton and two spoons rest on the table top next to it.
"You see!" he said to Storm who sighed.
"Well let's just ask the professor in the morning and we can sort it all out then." Storm said calmly.
Quill slowly opened his eyes to find himself outside the kitchen window still holding onto Mica for dear life. Slowly he pried his arms from Mica and broke apart from her.
"W-what just happened?" he asked her shakily and then gulped.
"One of my powers, I control the rock mica..." she replied softly.
"Well that's neat!" Quill said with a smile, but the smile quickly vanished as he looked through the window into the kitchen.
"Get down!" he whispered harshly and he tackle the confused girl to the ground and firmly pushed her up against the wall beneath the window and then crouching down he straddled her hips with his legs and pressed his chest against her own, pushing her gently against the wall out of sight from the searching Cyclops.
The window above them opened and Scotts head appeared, he looked from side to side and then up before slowly retreating back into the kitchen and then the sound of the window shutting reached their ears.
Quill let out a sigh of relief and then stood up bending over slightly so as not to be in view of the window above his head.
"Come on!" He whispered and then grabbed Mica's hand firmly in his own.
He pulled her to her feet and the ducked beneath the window and Mica followed his actions and did the same.
They ran around the side of the mansion avoiding as many windows as possible until they reached the dormitories and vine covered trellises.
"Ha! They really didn't think about the place of these what-cha-m'call-its!" Quill said slyly as he firmly gripped onto the cress-crossed diamond shaped white wood. "A prefect way to get back to our rooms!" he then added as he started to climb and then stopped abruptly and turned his head and looked down at Mica. "You do know how to climb...right?" he asked nervously.
"Yeah." was her simple reply as she grasped the vine covered wood and began to climb.
About half way up Mica stopped and Quill turned around from his position to see a shaking Mica about two feet behind him. "Hey what's up?" he asked her curiously.
"I-I think I'm gonna be sick..." she stuttered out.
"What why!" Quill whispered to her now very concerned.
"I-I hate height's..." was her terrified reply.
Quill sighed and climbed down to her.
"Hey don't worry! Think about it, it's just heights, it's not like it can harm you." he said softly.
"What if I fall...?" came her nervous reply.
"You'll only fall if you let go, come on we're almost there! We'll be in a worse position if we get caught by Mr. Bedtime policeman." he said referring to Scott.
She pondered this for a moment and then nodded.
The rest of the way up to the over hanging balcony Quill stayed by Mica's side to make sure she was doing alright. Finally reaching the stone rail of the balcony He swung his body over the side and land clumsily on the stone floor; then looking over the rail he extended his hand out for Mica to grasp.
She looked from his hand to his face and then uneasily she grabbed onto his hand, curling her fingers over his rough palm.
Now Mica wasn't heavy but lifting a hundred and twenty pounds of dead weight wasn't exactly a walk in the park to lift with one hand. Grabbing onto her hands with his other hand Quill let out a grunt and lifted her up carefully until she came tumbling over the side of the rail and land in a heap next to him. Breathing deeply from the work he just had to do Quill pushed himself up from the floor and stood up; extending his hand out to her she grabbed it and he pulled her up.
"Now here comes the second task...finding out which rooms are ours." Quill said gazing at the sides of the ivy covered mansion.
"Actually Quill, this is my room right here..." Mica said softly looking at the open door into the dorm room she shared with Rogue and Kitty.
"Oh, well then I guess I gotta find my room then." He replied with a half hearted smile. "Well guess I'll see ya later." he then added as he grabbed onto the trellis to the right of the rail and then jumped off and secured his bare feet in the spaces between the wood.
Mica walked over to the stone rail and gazed at him with a kind smile.
"Thank you..." she said and he nodded. "See you tomorrow?" she then asked hopefully.
"Yeah! Meet you at breakfast!" Was his happy reply and he grinned a toothy grin at her.
"Well goodnight..." Mica said with a smile before retreating into her dorm room, closing the doors behind her to keep out the cool midnight breeze.
Quill hung in the same spot for a minute, thinking to himself.
"What a babe..." he said to himself before he began scaling the wall again looking for the balcony to his room.