Don't own anything familiar. Shout Outs:
Agent G: She's 31 years old. That's young enough. Hey, can u do me a favor. I'd like it if you explained to me what you think I'm doing wrong in my other fics, aside from the obvious that you aren't keen on Logan and Rogue. But you keep saying that I'm not elaborating enough. Do you mind sending me an example? ) Thanks.
The Uncanny R-Man: Let's see how cool she is, I have no personality yet for her. I'm just going with the flow. Kisses
"Hank, has she woken up yet?" Xavier asked as he entered the room. He looked down at the young woman that breathed so softly. He had read of her in the papers and had kept an eye out for her; knowing that Miss Danes father was an anti-mutant representative.
About a year ago he had been watching Oprah along with Ororo when she had come on the screen. Scarlet had introduced herself to the audience and had spoken of her father's status in the anti-mutant society known as Holder's Corporation; Alfred Danes had been a close friend of the founder. That was the first time she had come out to the world against her father's status. Since then Xavier had kept an eye out for her, knowing that a young woman could help change the minds of other people her own age.
He saw Hank take out a tube of white cream and place it on a tray beside her bed. Hank slowly unwrapped the bandages on her arms and Xavier winced. Her flawless mahogany skin was charred and burnt; he watched as Hank also took off the bandages on her face, her skin was blistered. Hank looked at the professor and didn't need to be telepathic to know what he was thinking.
"Good thing Jean and Scott were there," Hank said. The professor nodded.
He had sent the two young mutants to record the speech and make sure she got home without any trouble from the media. Logan had caused a problem the last time he had been sent to be the 'bodyguard' when she had went on a talk show and he had sent the two younger mutants so they'd blend better with the crowd. It had been mere coincidence that they had been able to save her when her house exploded but by the time they managed to get inside, she had been almost gone.
"Has she woken up yet?" The professor asked. Hank nodded and smiled just a bit. The professor cocked a brow. "And she reacted to you how?"
"She fainted," Hank simply said. "I assume her knowledge of mutants is founded only in her grandmother."
"Yes," Xavier said. "In the book she had printed she avoided mentioning her grandmother's mutant abilities. I don't think Audrey would have appreciated it."
"I know. I wonder why she would do that. She's quite open about being pro-mutants," Hank said and noticed movement. He finished up wrapping the last bandage and spoke before leaving the room. "Perhaps you should do the next greeting."
Xavier smiled and waited until Scarlet opened her eyes. She looked about through the slits in her bandage and then rested them on the Professor.
"Hello Miss Danes," Xavier said. Scarlet leaned onto her elbows and winced in pain as she struggled to sit down. The professor pressed a button beside the bed and caused it to go into a sitting position, he heard her sigh in relief.
"How did I get to the hospital?" she asked. The professor shook his head.
"This isn't a hospital. This is an Institute for Mutants," he replied frankly. He couldn't tell much since her face was covered but the silence spoke for itself. "You are in our Medical laboratory. Someone set your house with explosives with an obvious hope to kill you. Two of my students had managed to get you out before you were burned alive."
"Oh," was all she said. She looked down at her bandaged arms in confusion. "Why am I wrapped?" She asked. Xavier bit his lip and sighed heavily.
"You were burned during the process," he said and remained quiet. He didn't know what else to say.
Scarlet gingerly stood up and walked over to a long mirror that was in the bathroom. She slowly took her bandages off and cringed at the sight of her hands. Some of her skin came off with her bandages. She followed that with the bandages on her face and bit her charred lip. Tears filled her eyes as she saw who she had now become. She was ugly, she looked disgusting. She turned away and made the tears go away before re-bandaging herself.
Scarlet sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the professor. She didn't say a word and he merely reached out and rested his hand on her own.
"Don't touch me," she whispered. He pulled away. "I guess I should thank you for saving me." She said. Xavier sighed.
"No thanks needed. I had hoped to meet you under better circumstances but since now you're here, perhaps when you feel better we can talk." He said. Scarlet nodded her head. The professor sensed her distress and longing to be alone. "I'll be off now, if you have any questions. You can just call me."
"Sure, where's the buzzer?" She asked, looking around. The professor smiled.
"Just use your mind," he said and left.
Scarlet gingerly touched her face through the bandages and wanted to cry. She was in a school full of people she didn't know, and the only reason she wasn't going hysterical about the whole mutant thing was because of her grandmother and her cause. She needed some rest. She laid back and fell asleep, not waking up again till morning.