Sisters of a Kind
This is my first fanfic, so please be kind to me!
Reviews and/or constructive criticism are very much appreciated!
If the characters are a bit OOC, then I am sorry, but I will try to get them in character for the next chapter.
Disclamer: I own nothing! Not this computer! Not even the bed in which I sleep! I do, however, own Rae, and this story.
Random Quote: If you don't know where you want to go, any road will take you there!
Chapter one: The Note.
My dear Professor X,
Wassup? I'm sorry that I haven't written for a while, but his trip has been hell recently! I do have some good news however. At the time that you read this, I will be on a train heading to Bayville, and someone had better be here at the station to pick me up before lunch! Don't forget to tell everyone that I'm coming back. Knowing Storm, she'll want to bake a cake or clean the whole mansion, or something like that. I'll see you soon!
Your Student Forever,
Rae
P.S. Tell J that she better have kept my room clean (She knows what I mean) for me!
Professor Charles Xavier, head of the Xaviers Institute for Gifted Youngsters, sat I his wheelchair behind a desk in his study. From behind you couldn't have known that for th first time in three years he was crying, not with sadness, but with joy. He looked down at the note again, then smiled, wiped his eyes and called out, not with his voice, but with his mind.
Jean, could you please come down and escort me to breakfast?
It wasn't long before there was a knock on the study door and a young woman walked in.
Her bright red hair was as long as her hips and straight as could be. She was dressed simply in a green sweater and blue jeans. A gold watch glinted around her wrist, strangely complimenting her emerald eyes.
Her name was Jean Grey and, despite her normal appearance, she was different from almost everyone on the street. 'Cause Jean was a mutant.
"You called Professor?"
"Ah yes, thank you Jean."
Jean stepped behind the chair and wheeled the Professor out his study.
"I can sense the question on your mind Jean. If you want to ask me something, then ask." The Professor told his silent companion as they began to down the hallway to the kitchen.
"I was merely wondering why you chose to come down to breakfast this morning. You usually don't."
"There is something I wish to tell all the students something, and I figured this would be the best way to do that."
By the time they had reached the kitchen, all the other mutants had gathered there. The Professor stopped at the door, thanked Jean, and took in the scene before him.
Teenagers of all different ages ran around the room, throwing food through the air, gulping down milk, cooking, packing, and generally shoving their faces. The Professor smiled as he began to pick out various student from the chaotic scene.
Tabitha stood by a counter, tossing a small fire bomb into a container of cold oatmeal. Scott was at the table, grabbing cookies out of the jar and drinking milk out of a carton. Rogue and Logan were on the window seat, Logan with his newspaper and Rogue with a copy of Dracula, her white-streaked hair messy and her stormy eyes still glazed with sleep. Jean had sat down next to Scott and Rogue was staring at them with jealousy. Storm stood by the stove packing a lunch for her nephew Evan, who was fighting with Bobby over the last popsicle. Kitty was staring down into her bowl of cereal, her face bleak. She jumped as Kurt transported into the seat next to her, and she turned to smack him on his furry blue head.
The Professor laughed at the chaos before him. As his laugh carried through the room the kids stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him. Once he had finished laughing, rogue was the first to find his voice.
"How long have ya been standin there Prof? And whas so funny?" (sorry, I'm bad at southern accents)
"I've been standing here for a good five minutes. I simply find it funny how completely chaotic this room just was. Is breakfast always this hectic?"
It was Logan who answered him. "If you think this is bad, just wait a couple of weeks. It gets worse once school starts. This is actually quite calm." He chuckled darkly. "So what did you want anyway, Chuck?"
"Ah yes. I came to tell you that an old student of mine is coming back to live here. She has been gone for a year, traveling the world while looking for her sister. But she says that it is time for her to come home and continue her training."
There was silence for a few seconds before Storm asked, "What is her name Professor?"
The Professor chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell Rae that you forgot her! I'm sure she will have a thing or two to say about that."
Suddenly the kitchen erupted into noise. But strangely, the noise was only coming from Logan, Scott, Jean and Storm.
"Rae's coming back! When?"
"Oh no, not the twerp!"
"You're only telling us now!"
"Just when I was getting used to the calm around here!"
At that last statement, said by Scott, the kitchen burst into laughter.
The Professor turned to leave, then paused and glanced back over his shoulder. "Kurt? Rogue?"
"Yes Professor?" The siblings asked together.
"Rae's mutant abilities are quite different from those that you are used to, so I will tell you now, before you see her. Don't jump to conclusions."
"What do you mean by that Professor?" Kurt asked, confused.
"Rae is, among other things, a shape-shifter. I am telling you this now so that you do not mistake her for another."
The kitchen lapsed into silence as quickly as the noise had started. Everyone knew of Rogue and Kurt's mom, Mystique.
On that note the Professor left, turning back down the hall in the direction of the garage. Jean and Scott glanced at each other then followed closely behind.
"So which car are we taking Professor?" Scott asked.
"I think we will take a familiar ride for Rae." The Professor pointed to a totally conspicuous fox red Porsche. Black flames licked their way up the side, looking so real you half expected the car to burn up.
Scott groaned. "Please don't tell me…"
"Yes Scott. Rae is driving home today."
"We're all gonna die!" Jean Shrieked dramatically.
The Professor chuckled, then got in the car. (With Scott's help.)
Jean got in the driver's seat, and Scott sat down in the back seat behind the Professor. No sooner had they cleared the gate when there was a loud "Bamph" (something like that) and the smell of sulfur filled the car.
"So vere are ve going?"
"Kurt!" Jean and Scott shrieked in stereo.
"Go back to the mansion Kurt!" Scott told the blue boy.
"No Scott, he can stay." The professor over-ruled.
He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "Her train should arriving soon." Just then the car pulled up to the train station. "Kurt, help me out please."
"Of course Professor."
Kurt teleported into the front of the car, grabbed the Professor and teleported him into his wheelchair, which Scott had already set up. "Shall ve?" Kurt said, already wheeling him through the door.
Phew. That was a long one! I won't be able to update the story often, cause of the torture institution called school. Did you like the chapter? Not like it? Want me to change/clarify something? Then review!
ScarletBloodWolf out. For now.