Disclaimer: I'm only a teenager, I don't have a job and I'm too poor to buy
the X-Men so obviously I don't own them. The following characters are mine:
Summer Breen, Lela Adler, Richard J. Adler, Melisma Kay, La Nicha Jones and
Ollie the Butler. Oh and those freaky hooded dudes, three of them are mine.
Becs owns Toby. Finally Hypercaz (my beta reader and heaps good friend)
thought Nate up! But later on he'll turn out to be someone we all know..
My Eyes See What My Mind Does Not
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. This takes place after 'Blink And You'll Miss It'.
Chapter One: Just Another Day
Lance stirred uneasily in his sleep, his legs kicking the blankets on top of his body. Something was prodding him in the head; his hand swatted the unknown object away. Then unexpectedly he felt a sharp jab on the side of his stomach,
"SHIT!!" he yelped, falling off the bed in a heap. Pietro and Todd were laughing and pointing at him. Pietro was on the break of tears and Todd was rolling on the floor wheezing for air while Lance rubbed his head,
"I will kill you both later," he threatened spitefully. The look on his face was angry enough to make the other two silent. Lance groaned grabbing some clothes off the floor and staggering out the door.
Todd frowned,
"You think that was too harsh? I mean he was still asleep."
"Nah," Pietro replied shaking his head, "I say we did him a favour. You know Lance in the morning wouldn't even get up if there was an earthquake . . .ok that was a bad example, I mean look at who we're talking about."
Toby poked his head in the door,
"Hurry up, school's in an half an hour and you guys aren't even dressed yet!"
Todd rolled his eyes while Pietro yawned and stretched lazily,
"As usual Cole, you forget who you're talking to. I can take a shower, eat, brush my teeth be ready waiting in the car in a blink of an eye."
"Yeah well let's see it Petey," Todd egged on. Pietro smirked and soon zoomed out of the room. Precisely 3.43 seconds later (Toby was timing) the horn from Lance's jeep was honking continuously. Todd groaned and looked at Toby,
"How long should we make him wait this time?"
Toby thought for a moment,
"Make him wait for another ten minutes. Pushing his buttons is oh-so- entertaining this early in the morning."
Lance dawdled into the room, a mortified expression on his face,
"Please, please, please tell Pietro to knock the next time he wants to enter the bathroom. That's the third time this month I've had to dive for cover." All three of them shuddered as they went downstairs.
Just another day at the Hood house.
*************
Chapter One: Just Another Day
Todd P.O.V
Yo, I hate mornings. It is the struggle of everyone in the world every day to evolve enough to reach the door. But there's no ignoring the ghastly light streaming in through the windows, the smell of burnt toast . . .if someone managed to get up before me, that is. Then, yo, there's school, where one can learns to make an excellent pillow out of a history book.
Or, if sleep escapes me, watch the class fall into a stupor. Some will listen, some will doze and others . . .yo, others just flirt with a flick of the hair accompanied by sappy love notes with loopy signatures and hearts.
And speaking of flirting. Yo, there's Kitty up the back in slinky attire, twirling her locks between her fingers absently. She makes it look like an art, but I'd bet you the jock in her firing range doesn't know that. All he sees is the new popular girl, not registering the mean interior. Yo, that's right - Kitty has been awfully vague and distant with the X-Geeks. Not that I pay them much attention.
" . . .Wanted a male heir so he had his second wife, Anne Boleyn, executed under false charges . . ."
The history teacher drags the tiny piece of chalk across the board, head drooping forward slightly as though he, too, is asleep. Looks like he's drawn a sun, yo. Kinda reminds me of Summer, in an abstract way. Hmm, off limits, Lance's girl. What made me think of that, yo?
The girl is looking a little pale lately and claims illness. Yo, like, headaches and the like. I ask her what from and Summer can't explain. Allergies of school, perhaps. She doesn't usually doze in History, prefers to count bricks on the wall or write in her journal. But there she is, propping up her head in one hand, eyes closed. She doesn't look that good - maybe she should go to the nurse, yo. Get to miss this bore, then.
Yo, but she's awake as far as I can tell. I'll ask about it later - right now I've sleep to catch up on . . .
*************
Fifth Period Bayville High
Summer sprinted down the hall, hoping she would get to her locker before B1 and B2. She skidded sharply round a corner, barley missing Mrs Fudge the librarian. She dodged a group of cheerleaders, her locker was in sight. Then suddenly she crashed head on into a figure, sending them both hurtling to the ground.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" Summer apologized to the figure. She helped him up slowly, hoisting him off the sticky floor. The figure's raven hair fell, two small bangs covering his eyes. Summer suddenly felt a strange feeling about the person in front of her. There was something about his eyes, they were onyx and gave off a cold glare, a glare that send shivers down her spine. She ran a hand through her silky golden hair,
"I haven't seen you around, I'm Summer Breen."
The figure's eyes light up strangely. He smirked crookedly as he shook her hand,
"The pleasure is mine Miss Breen. I'm known as Nathan Allure, I'm new around here. Perhaps that is why no one has warned me to look around corners yet."
She looked away from him briefly; it appeared that he hardly blinked. It was quite unsettling and Summer started to feel slightly ill as if his glare was draining her energy away.
"So are you enjoying Bayville?" She asked politely. He paused for a moment before answering,
"It's . . .great . . .being here. I guess I came mostly to bird watch." The way he had said it was extremely sinister. Just then someone wrapped an arm around her shoulder,
"Hey Sunny, are we still on for Friday?" Lance grinned. He then turned his attention to Nathan, who was frowning greatly,
"Um sorry I'm Lance Alvers. You must be the new kid."
"Nathan Allure."
Lance cleared his throat, he too felt vaguely uncomfortable around Nathan. Just then the bell rang, sending an anxious knot of people made their way to their respective class. Nathan sneered,
"I've got to rush, nice meeting the both of you." He pushed past Lance and gave a cold glare to Summer. Summer shuddered,
"Rude much?"
"Looks like a druggie. Hey what class to you have next?"
Summer bit her lip as she glanced down into her timetable,
"Crap English, we're studying 1984, world's most confusing book. And I still need to get to my locker! See ya later Rocky," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before dashing off. Lance touched his cheek and smiled, making his way down the hall. Just then someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Nice girlfriend you got there" Nathan smirked, his eyes narrowing down at him, "pity, I didn't think she took on charity cases ".
Lance spat glaring at Nathan,
"Fuck off".
"Better watch your back Alvers," Nathan scowled, "Your dear girlfriend isn't all she's cracked up to be." Before Lance could ask what Nathan backed away and marched the way he came.
"Man," Lance thought angrily, "What a piece of work."
************
Two Months Earlier - Friday 16th August 11:45pm
Gambit woke up suddenly, his head throbbing and looking quite confused; he had no idea where he was or any memory where he had been before.
"Doctor, the patient has regained consciousness," A flat voice stated somewhere beyond the dark.
Gambit groaned as curled onto his side, wincing at the loud noises around him. The doctor ran over and flashed a small flashlight in his eyes, causing him to wince at the sudden burst of light.
"Interesting," The doctor noted, "You appear to be fine for someone who's been in a coma for nearly two months. You don't appear to have any side effects."
Gambit sat up, shocked to have learnt this sudden information,
"Two months? But dat is impossible . . .wait, who brought me in? You don't happen to remember, non?"
The doctor nodded,
"Yes I believe a woman and two men. Hard to forget them . . .. Strange bunch though, they were wearing heavy cloaks even though it was in the middle of May."
Gambit growled,
"Could you tell me, where de hell I am?"
"You're in St John's Hospital in Austin, Texas."
Gambit blinked,
"What de hell?"
And he proceeded to faint back into his pillow.
**************
Next Chapter: Take a sneak peek into the mind of a certain Rock Tumbler, we find more about his past as well as Summer's. And finally, Remy's plan is revealed!! Stay Tuned.
Hope you like it so far!
R/R Please!
Hids
I'll write more soon.
My Eyes See What My Mind Does Not
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. This takes place after 'Blink And You'll Miss It'.
Chapter One: Just Another Day
Lance stirred uneasily in his sleep, his legs kicking the blankets on top of his body. Something was prodding him in the head; his hand swatted the unknown object away. Then unexpectedly he felt a sharp jab on the side of his stomach,
"SHIT!!" he yelped, falling off the bed in a heap. Pietro and Todd were laughing and pointing at him. Pietro was on the break of tears and Todd was rolling on the floor wheezing for air while Lance rubbed his head,
"I will kill you both later," he threatened spitefully. The look on his face was angry enough to make the other two silent. Lance groaned grabbing some clothes off the floor and staggering out the door.
Todd frowned,
"You think that was too harsh? I mean he was still asleep."
"Nah," Pietro replied shaking his head, "I say we did him a favour. You know Lance in the morning wouldn't even get up if there was an earthquake . . .ok that was a bad example, I mean look at who we're talking about."
Toby poked his head in the door,
"Hurry up, school's in an half an hour and you guys aren't even dressed yet!"
Todd rolled his eyes while Pietro yawned and stretched lazily,
"As usual Cole, you forget who you're talking to. I can take a shower, eat, brush my teeth be ready waiting in the car in a blink of an eye."
"Yeah well let's see it Petey," Todd egged on. Pietro smirked and soon zoomed out of the room. Precisely 3.43 seconds later (Toby was timing) the horn from Lance's jeep was honking continuously. Todd groaned and looked at Toby,
"How long should we make him wait this time?"
Toby thought for a moment,
"Make him wait for another ten minutes. Pushing his buttons is oh-so- entertaining this early in the morning."
Lance dawdled into the room, a mortified expression on his face,
"Please, please, please tell Pietro to knock the next time he wants to enter the bathroom. That's the third time this month I've had to dive for cover." All three of them shuddered as they went downstairs.
Just another day at the Hood house.
*************
Chapter One: Just Another Day
Todd P.O.V
Yo, I hate mornings. It is the struggle of everyone in the world every day to evolve enough to reach the door. But there's no ignoring the ghastly light streaming in through the windows, the smell of burnt toast . . .if someone managed to get up before me, that is. Then, yo, there's school, where one can learns to make an excellent pillow out of a history book.
Or, if sleep escapes me, watch the class fall into a stupor. Some will listen, some will doze and others . . .yo, others just flirt with a flick of the hair accompanied by sappy love notes with loopy signatures and hearts.
And speaking of flirting. Yo, there's Kitty up the back in slinky attire, twirling her locks between her fingers absently. She makes it look like an art, but I'd bet you the jock in her firing range doesn't know that. All he sees is the new popular girl, not registering the mean interior. Yo, that's right - Kitty has been awfully vague and distant with the X-Geeks. Not that I pay them much attention.
" . . .Wanted a male heir so he had his second wife, Anne Boleyn, executed under false charges . . ."
The history teacher drags the tiny piece of chalk across the board, head drooping forward slightly as though he, too, is asleep. Looks like he's drawn a sun, yo. Kinda reminds me of Summer, in an abstract way. Hmm, off limits, Lance's girl. What made me think of that, yo?
The girl is looking a little pale lately and claims illness. Yo, like, headaches and the like. I ask her what from and Summer can't explain. Allergies of school, perhaps. She doesn't usually doze in History, prefers to count bricks on the wall or write in her journal. But there she is, propping up her head in one hand, eyes closed. She doesn't look that good - maybe she should go to the nurse, yo. Get to miss this bore, then.
Yo, but she's awake as far as I can tell. I'll ask about it later - right now I've sleep to catch up on . . .
*************
Fifth Period Bayville High
Summer sprinted down the hall, hoping she would get to her locker before B1 and B2. She skidded sharply round a corner, barley missing Mrs Fudge the librarian. She dodged a group of cheerleaders, her locker was in sight. Then suddenly she crashed head on into a figure, sending them both hurtling to the ground.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" Summer apologized to the figure. She helped him up slowly, hoisting him off the sticky floor. The figure's raven hair fell, two small bangs covering his eyes. Summer suddenly felt a strange feeling about the person in front of her. There was something about his eyes, they were onyx and gave off a cold glare, a glare that send shivers down her spine. She ran a hand through her silky golden hair,
"I haven't seen you around, I'm Summer Breen."
The figure's eyes light up strangely. He smirked crookedly as he shook her hand,
"The pleasure is mine Miss Breen. I'm known as Nathan Allure, I'm new around here. Perhaps that is why no one has warned me to look around corners yet."
She looked away from him briefly; it appeared that he hardly blinked. It was quite unsettling and Summer started to feel slightly ill as if his glare was draining her energy away.
"So are you enjoying Bayville?" She asked politely. He paused for a moment before answering,
"It's . . .great . . .being here. I guess I came mostly to bird watch." The way he had said it was extremely sinister. Just then someone wrapped an arm around her shoulder,
"Hey Sunny, are we still on for Friday?" Lance grinned. He then turned his attention to Nathan, who was frowning greatly,
"Um sorry I'm Lance Alvers. You must be the new kid."
"Nathan Allure."
Lance cleared his throat, he too felt vaguely uncomfortable around Nathan. Just then the bell rang, sending an anxious knot of people made their way to their respective class. Nathan sneered,
"I've got to rush, nice meeting the both of you." He pushed past Lance and gave a cold glare to Summer. Summer shuddered,
"Rude much?"
"Looks like a druggie. Hey what class to you have next?"
Summer bit her lip as she glanced down into her timetable,
"Crap English, we're studying 1984, world's most confusing book. And I still need to get to my locker! See ya later Rocky," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before dashing off. Lance touched his cheek and smiled, making his way down the hall. Just then someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Nice girlfriend you got there" Nathan smirked, his eyes narrowing down at him, "pity, I didn't think she took on charity cases ".
Lance spat glaring at Nathan,
"Fuck off".
"Better watch your back Alvers," Nathan scowled, "Your dear girlfriend isn't all she's cracked up to be." Before Lance could ask what Nathan backed away and marched the way he came.
"Man," Lance thought angrily, "What a piece of work."
************
Two Months Earlier - Friday 16th August 11:45pm
Gambit woke up suddenly, his head throbbing and looking quite confused; he had no idea where he was or any memory where he had been before.
"Doctor, the patient has regained consciousness," A flat voice stated somewhere beyond the dark.
Gambit groaned as curled onto his side, wincing at the loud noises around him. The doctor ran over and flashed a small flashlight in his eyes, causing him to wince at the sudden burst of light.
"Interesting," The doctor noted, "You appear to be fine for someone who's been in a coma for nearly two months. You don't appear to have any side effects."
Gambit sat up, shocked to have learnt this sudden information,
"Two months? But dat is impossible . . .wait, who brought me in? You don't happen to remember, non?"
The doctor nodded,
"Yes I believe a woman and two men. Hard to forget them . . .. Strange bunch though, they were wearing heavy cloaks even though it was in the middle of May."
Gambit growled,
"Could you tell me, where de hell I am?"
"You're in St John's Hospital in Austin, Texas."
Gambit blinked,
"What de hell?"
And he proceeded to faint back into his pillow.
**************
Next Chapter: Take a sneak peek into the mind of a certain Rock Tumbler, we find more about his past as well as Summer's. And finally, Remy's plan is revealed!! Stay Tuned.
Hope you like it so far!
R/R Please!
Hids
I'll write more soon.