Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men, but Randi/Ghost is mine...and Wolvie likes to stop by occasionally. It's not my fault.
A/N: The character Ghost, in this fic, has powers similar to my other character Cadaver (*see 'Vengeance' in the movie-verse section). They aren't totally the same though...so...yeah.
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Getting To Know You
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I feel the blood dripping into my eyes as I lay on the cold pavement. Everything seems so surreal and nothing makes sense. I can't get my head straight, my thoughts are scattered six ways to Sunday, and I don't even know my own name right now. I try to think why I'm here, lying in the street, feeling my life draining from me, but my head hurts too damn much. Life sure is a bitch, ain't it? As things become fuzzy around me, the pain now numbing my entire body, I see a bright light above...Maybe it's a street light, or the gateway to heaven, I'm not sure...but I think I'm dying. I hear footsteps around me, muffled sounds like people talking. They sound like angels. I feel myself being lifted towards the sky...Am I leaving my body? Then I realize something...I'm being carried. Whoever it is, they're strong, and gentle too...but I can't focus...I can barely breath. The light dims, the sounds fade, and then there is only darkness.
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Two Days Later.
"Randi? Randi, can you hear me?"
It's a voice...and yeah, I can hear it. It sounds like a man, an older man...where the hell am I? I open my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I'm lying in a bed, the area around me is sterile and very white, with beeping machines near the bed. I'm in some kind of medical room. There's some bald guy beside the bed, he's in a wheelchair and he's wearing a suit. Is he a doctor? I stare at him, then finally open my mouth to respond so he stops calling my name. My name. I remember my name. How does *he* know my name? I wave a hand up slowly so he shuts up. "Yeah...I can hear you. And it's Ghost. Just call me Ghost."
The bald guy nods and folds his hands neatly in his lap, studying me. I don't like when people stare at me, but he's not looking at me like I'm some kind of freak. That's new. "Alright. Ghost then." He smiles. It's a genuine smile, not something fake like I'm used to. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I discovered you two nights ago in the street, in Chicago. You were hit by a car."
I grunt and try sitting up, failing and just resting back against the pillows. "Ugh. Sure feels like it."
"Luckily we got you back here in time for medical treatment. There were no internal injuries thankfully, just a concussion and some cracked ribs, a few other cuts and bruises as well." He tells me slowly, making sure I get all the information as I'm not too 'with it' at the moment.
I let out a long sigh, feeling the pain in my ribs. I stare back at this 'Professor' guy, my bright blue eyes boring into his. "Where am I?"
"You're in my institute for gifted children. For mutants like yourself." He smiles proudly, like I should be impressed. Right now I'm confused, angry, and a little hungry. I'm also wondering how he knew I was a mutant.
"Riiiight." I let out slowly. "How do you know all this stuff?" I growl out bitterly.
He leans back in his chair, his hands on the arm rests. "A mutant tracking device called Cerebro. I also know something else about you."
I glare at him now, this guy is starting to freak me out and make me mad. All in all, not a good combination. "Oh yeah?" I spit out angrily, bits of sarcasm lacing my words. "What's that? And how would you know?"
He sighs, looking slightly displeased. "I'm a telepath Ghost. While you were in somewhat of a coma, I read your mind, trying to bring you back." I listen carefully to what he's saying, trying to let it all sink in, and wondering what he's going to tell me. "I know that you haven't had an easy life, that you've been in and out of foster homes up until the age of 18. I also know that you stole your file when you ran away, and you know you have a brother out there somewhere." He stopped talking then, but I could tell he was holding something back. I was kind of shocked that he knew all this, so I didn't mention anything.
"Hey man, who gave you permission ta go inside my head?!" I growl at him, sitting up despite the throbbing in my head and the aching in my ribs.
The Professor adjusts himself in his wheelchair and stares at me, his eyes trustworthy and sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but the reason I found you is because..." He took in a deep breath. "There was information on you in a collegue of mine's memories. He's had trouble with finding his past, and asked me to help him. This has been nearly the first time we've discovered something helpful."
I just looked at the guy, a blank look across my face. This was all happening so fast, I didn't have time to fully understand the situation.
The bald man continued. "My collegue, he's your brother."
My eyes were wide, and for the first time in a while, I was almost relieved. So many emotions passed over me then. I was scared, nervous, excited, worried...I didn't know what to think, or if I should believe this. I look back at the Professor, not even preventing the tear that runs down my cheek. "What's his name? Does he know? Can...can I see him?"
I must sound like a complete idiot right now, but the Professor smiles at me, and it's somewhat comforting. "His name's Logan. I informed him of the situation before we brought you here, he was the one that carried you back into the Blackbird, our jet, when we picked you up in Chicago. We're in New York now." He nodded, glancing at the door to the medical room, then back at me. "You may see him."
I can feel my heart beating faster, and I run a hand through my short black hair, my long blue bangs falling back in my face. I suddenly realize I'm wearing a hospital gown. I can't see my brother wearing this. I turn back to the guy. "Where are my clothes?"
"They're being washed, though I think it's better they're disposed of. They were pretty torn and stained with blood. There are other students here, I'm sure we can get you something to wear."
I nod, slowly flopping my bare feet over the side of the bed.
The wheely man turns his chair around to leave, stopping for a moment at the door. "I'll send someone in with clothes, then you can meet Logan."
I watch him leave, still confused. My head still hurts like hell, but atleast I get to meet the brother I've been looking for. This is so weird, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just have to see what happens.
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A/N: The character Ghost, in this fic, has powers similar to my other character Cadaver (*see 'Vengeance' in the movie-verse section). They aren't totally the same though...so...yeah.
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Getting To Know You
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I feel the blood dripping into my eyes as I lay on the cold pavement. Everything seems so surreal and nothing makes sense. I can't get my head straight, my thoughts are scattered six ways to Sunday, and I don't even know my own name right now. I try to think why I'm here, lying in the street, feeling my life draining from me, but my head hurts too damn much. Life sure is a bitch, ain't it? As things become fuzzy around me, the pain now numbing my entire body, I see a bright light above...Maybe it's a street light, or the gateway to heaven, I'm not sure...but I think I'm dying. I hear footsteps around me, muffled sounds like people talking. They sound like angels. I feel myself being lifted towards the sky...Am I leaving my body? Then I realize something...I'm being carried. Whoever it is, they're strong, and gentle too...but I can't focus...I can barely breath. The light dims, the sounds fade, and then there is only darkness.
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Two Days Later.
"Randi? Randi, can you hear me?"
It's a voice...and yeah, I can hear it. It sounds like a man, an older man...where the hell am I? I open my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I'm lying in a bed, the area around me is sterile and very white, with beeping machines near the bed. I'm in some kind of medical room. There's some bald guy beside the bed, he's in a wheelchair and he's wearing a suit. Is he a doctor? I stare at him, then finally open my mouth to respond so he stops calling my name. My name. I remember my name. How does *he* know my name? I wave a hand up slowly so he shuts up. "Yeah...I can hear you. And it's Ghost. Just call me Ghost."
The bald guy nods and folds his hands neatly in his lap, studying me. I don't like when people stare at me, but he's not looking at me like I'm some kind of freak. That's new. "Alright. Ghost then." He smiles. It's a genuine smile, not something fake like I'm used to. "My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I discovered you two nights ago in the street, in Chicago. You were hit by a car."
I grunt and try sitting up, failing and just resting back against the pillows. "Ugh. Sure feels like it."
"Luckily we got you back here in time for medical treatment. There were no internal injuries thankfully, just a concussion and some cracked ribs, a few other cuts and bruises as well." He tells me slowly, making sure I get all the information as I'm not too 'with it' at the moment.
I let out a long sigh, feeling the pain in my ribs. I stare back at this 'Professor' guy, my bright blue eyes boring into his. "Where am I?"
"You're in my institute for gifted children. For mutants like yourself." He smiles proudly, like I should be impressed. Right now I'm confused, angry, and a little hungry. I'm also wondering how he knew I was a mutant.
"Riiiight." I let out slowly. "How do you know all this stuff?" I growl out bitterly.
He leans back in his chair, his hands on the arm rests. "A mutant tracking device called Cerebro. I also know something else about you."
I glare at him now, this guy is starting to freak me out and make me mad. All in all, not a good combination. "Oh yeah?" I spit out angrily, bits of sarcasm lacing my words. "What's that? And how would you know?"
He sighs, looking slightly displeased. "I'm a telepath Ghost. While you were in somewhat of a coma, I read your mind, trying to bring you back." I listen carefully to what he's saying, trying to let it all sink in, and wondering what he's going to tell me. "I know that you haven't had an easy life, that you've been in and out of foster homes up until the age of 18. I also know that you stole your file when you ran away, and you know you have a brother out there somewhere." He stopped talking then, but I could tell he was holding something back. I was kind of shocked that he knew all this, so I didn't mention anything.
"Hey man, who gave you permission ta go inside my head?!" I growl at him, sitting up despite the throbbing in my head and the aching in my ribs.
The Professor adjusts himself in his wheelchair and stares at me, his eyes trustworthy and sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but the reason I found you is because..." He took in a deep breath. "There was information on you in a collegue of mine's memories. He's had trouble with finding his past, and asked me to help him. This has been nearly the first time we've discovered something helpful."
I just looked at the guy, a blank look across my face. This was all happening so fast, I didn't have time to fully understand the situation.
The bald man continued. "My collegue, he's your brother."
My eyes were wide, and for the first time in a while, I was almost relieved. So many emotions passed over me then. I was scared, nervous, excited, worried...I didn't know what to think, or if I should believe this. I look back at the Professor, not even preventing the tear that runs down my cheek. "What's his name? Does he know? Can...can I see him?"
I must sound like a complete idiot right now, but the Professor smiles at me, and it's somewhat comforting. "His name's Logan. I informed him of the situation before we brought you here, he was the one that carried you back into the Blackbird, our jet, when we picked you up in Chicago. We're in New York now." He nodded, glancing at the door to the medical room, then back at me. "You may see him."
I can feel my heart beating faster, and I run a hand through my short black hair, my long blue bangs falling back in my face. I suddenly realize I'm wearing a hospital gown. I can't see my brother wearing this. I turn back to the guy. "Where are my clothes?"
"They're being washed, though I think it's better they're disposed of. They were pretty torn and stained with blood. There are other students here, I'm sure we can get you something to wear."
I nod, slowly flopping my bare feet over the side of the bed.
The wheely man turns his chair around to leave, stopping for a moment at the door. "I'll send someone in with clothes, then you can meet Logan."
I watch him leave, still confused. My head still hurts like hell, but atleast I get to meet the brother I've been looking for. This is so weird, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just have to see what happens.
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