Extended Stays at the Xavier Mansion ch 2
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Pretending to be asleep, Jean pulled the covers over her head, hoping he wouldn't find her. She knew it was silly, but she always felt like a child when she eavesdropped and caught a hint at something big. The Professor always told her and the team important matters in due time but there were just some things a girl couldn't help but overhear. And it was those same things; that kept telepaths like her and the Professor rolling around in bed at night as opposed to getting much needed rest.
"Jean," the professor interrupted her tormented silence.
"Can't sleep either professor?"
"Jean, I've known you for many years now, and I know good and well when you're awake and meditating or awake and searching the mansion for intel."
A blush settled on the red-head's cheeks. "Sorry professor"
"It's quite alright; I need you and Hank in the med-lab as soon as you get the chance. Eric isn't too far away from the mansion."
It was mind boggling to hear him say that. For many years, the professor has made successful efforts to keep the students out of harm's way and now he was leading the panther to its prey.
"Professor are you sure you want to do this?"
"Jean, Eric needs help, his daughter is injured. We aren't to turn away a mutant in need are we?"
"His daughter no, but this is Eric we're talking about here professor. We have no idea what's up his sleeve"
"Everything will be fine. My first priority is taking care of Scarlett and making sure she's alright. Then I'll speak to Eric and we'll go from there"
"And you're sure you want to go through with this professor?"
"Jean you know me not to act without certainty. Despite all things, Eric is my friend, I've promised to always be there for him when he needs me."
Jean sighed a heavy sigh. "Alright," she said. "I'll go get Hank". Pushing back her covers and rolling out of bed, Jean was quiet not to disturb Scott as she made her way to her closet. Peaking at the alarm on the nightstand the telepath shook her head again and sighed, knowing good and well what kind of day it was going to be. "Two-twenty am; hell begins"
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"Dear heavens, you know for once I wish crises would happen around the decency of ten am. It's humanly impossible to be functional for work at this hour of the morning"
Jean smiled as she laid warm sheets over the patient bed.
"Glad those residency years are over, aren't you?"
"I've never been happier"
Rounding up the sleeping giant was no easy task; if there was one sure fire way to poke the beast, it was waking him from his slumber. Especially as he lay next to his weather goddess; Storm was no better when it came to stirrings in the middle of the night either.
But duty called and it was down to the med bay for Hank and Jean, prepping the patient area as they waited for Magneto to arrive.
Arranging a variety of medical tools on a tray next to the bed, Jean heaved a sigh and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Hank opened a pack of fresh medical scissors. "You don't seem too optimistic about this either Jean" he noted. "Is it the unpleasant hour or the circumstance in which we're treating…."
"The devil's daughter?" Jean finished for him and Hank shook his head.
"Now, now, you know yourself how rash uniformed judgments can be; we don't know this girl, and she needs our help."
"She's Magneto's blood Hank, his flesh and blood. How good could she possibly be?"
"How much alike are you and your parents?"
Jean paused, remembering clearly how quick here parents were to ship her off to Xavier's. Never mind the futile attempts at psycho-therapy, ancient remedies for a cure, and days upon days locked up in the attic until she "stopped doing that". She vowed never to be like them; ever.
"Well," she fumbled for a minute, and then got right back on track. "What about Magneto being on school grounds? I mean, the whole idea makes me nervous. And it's not just him we're talking about, it's the entire Brotherhood"
"I'm sure the professor wouldn't let them into the school if he wasn't sure everything is going to be alright"
"Yes Hank, I wouldn't"
The professor, still clad in his pajamas and a dark brown robe, wheeled into the room drawing Hank and Jean to a pause.
Jean sighed; guilty she'd been caught a second time of childish behavior.
"Professor,"
"Jean, it's quite alright. I understand your apprehension and considering Eric's history, I think it's quite excusable."
"So why are we doing this? I don't understand"
"Jean, Scarlett doesn't deserve to suffer because of her father's plight. Eric's team was just infiltrated unexpectedly and they have nowhere to go; the raid puts them fresh on the wanted list right now; he needs help"
"And there's nowhere else? No mutant refugee camp, No emergency clinic, none of our outside connections that will take care of her?"
"I've promised Eric long ago Jean that if he ever needed it, the doors are always open here. I meant what I said when I told it to him"
Jean sighed again. There was no reasoning with the professor; his mind was already made up. But she knew that there was more to this than what was on the surface. If they had a dollar for the number of times Eric or one of his men were injured on the field, they'd probably have paid tuitions to a private institution for every student at this school. What made this injury so important that Scarlett had to come here, was just the beginning of something more to come.
She heard Eric in the professor's head, she heard the desperation in his voice. They had nowhere to go and his daughter was hurt. Eric and his team are sitting ducks right now. Sitting ducks she's afraid are about to adopt a new lake.
"So we just fix her up and she's out of here right? Twelve hours max?"
"We'll give her medical attention, and I'll talk to Eric. But I can assure you Jean, there's nothing to worry about."
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"A meeting in the hangar, this is odd."
"No shit Sherlock. Thanks again for proving yourself blatantly redundant."
Scott glared fiercely while grimacing at his counterpart.
"Blatantly redundant? Careful you don't choke on those big words wolf. What with the cigar and everything, I'm surprised it was even audible."
"Fuck you Scooter"
"Guys"
Jean stepped between the dangerous duo before things turned physical….again. It was easy to lose control once arguments ignited out of thin air; at least in Scott and Logan's case it was.
"Tell your boyfriend to quit acting like a cream puff Jeannie. His panties are showing"
Scott glared again.
"Gentlemen, may we act like gentleman please" Hank took his turn this time as the group rounded the corner to another long hallway, leading to the hangar. "Clearly the professor has called us down here for something important, it would be best if we're civil and attentative when we arrive"
"Sure, whatever Hank"
"And Logan, the cigar"
Wolverine offered Hank one of his best raised eyebrows before sighing in defeat. It was obvious his smoking didn't go unnoticed around this place and it was even more obvious that every time he lit up, someone would round the corner and force him to put it out. There was just no winning for the Wolverine.
Taking one final huff, he removed the cigar and set third-degree burns to his left palm, before storing the cigar in his pocket for later.
"Fuckin' babies" he grumbled.
It was then that finally, Xavier's beloved X-men arrived the hangar, and the double doors slid open quickly revealing their presence to not only Xavier, but a group of visitors surrounding him in the center of the vast room.
It took all but two seconds for Xavier to open his mouth to allow a greeting and an explanation yet instead have the reactions of his X-men speak for him.
Not quite having the cigar in his pocket just yet, Logan dropped it silently to the floor, and his claws flew out in fury when he saw, no, smelled, who was standing in the room. At the mansion, in the middle of the hangar, behind the professors' chair.
Creed.
"Logan don't!"
Jean read his reaction before he could and he lunged, ready to attack, only to feel the familiar freeze of heavy adamantium metal, pausing in its tracks.
"Jeannie! Let me fuckin'—"
"It's not me….." she said breathlessly.
Her reaction was just as distilled as Ororo's. Just as stunned as Scott's, just and angry as Logan's and just and befuddled as Hank's. It wasn't her that was holding Logan back, it was—
"Eric!"
Magneto smirked from Xavier's side, with his whole motley crew behind him.
"Hello Logan. So we finally meet again?"
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"What the hell is the meaning of this?! Put me down now or I swear to God I'll—"
"You'll do what?" Eric, squeezed his hold a bit tighter on the mighty beast, causing him to growl with fury.
"Chuck!" he roared. "Put me down so I can gut him!"
"Logan," The Professor began. He had expected a reaction like this but calming the Wolverine down, well, that was an entirely different matter.
"Put me down!" Logan ordered.
"Logan, Eric will set you down but you have to promise me you'll remain calm"
"I aint promisin' you shit Chuck. Put me down so I can kill Creed and every other worthless shit in this room. What the hell is going on here?"
"Professor—"Scott began. He too was a little hesitant about the surprise that lay behind the double doors and his hands were place cautiously on his glasses. This was not your average meeting. "While I don't agree with Logan's hostile language, I think we're all on the same page here, what's going on?"
From the back of the brotherhood cluster, Spike nudged John. "He kinda looks like he's trying to do a mission Impossible thing, suspended in the air and all." He laughed and John snickered. Unfortunately for those two, the Wolverine's sensitive ears picked that up.
"The hell did you just say?!"
"Logan please" the professor begged. "We're wasting time. You're the only one holding us back here you know?"
The Wolverine seemed to consider this for a moment. Brazen as he was, his pride wouldn't allow him to be responsible for the groups' setback. Scott would never let him live it down.
Raising an eyebrow and turning his attention to the professor, his eyes said everything his mouth wouldn't the professor nodded, turning to Eric and giving him the ok before the big bad Wolverine was finally released.
He dropped quickly to his feet and glared daggers at both Creed at the Professor before fixating his jacket, ever-so-manly, and reassuming his position with the X-men.
A moment of silence fell amongst everyone before the weather goddess, decided to intervene and asked what everyone seemed so cautions to say.
"Ok, what is this all about?...I…uh…professor, should we be worried?"
"No, not at all Ororo, I would never put you in harms' way"
A waft of silence fell over the group.
"Ah, let me rephrase that," The professor heaved a long sigh. "Listen, I understand what this looks like, the Brotherhood is after all on our school grounds…"
"In our hangar…"Scott mumbled.
"Right," the professor picked up. "But, if each of you can recall the vow you all took, before you became X-men. The one in-fact, hanging over your very heads."
The group looked up to see the school logo, scripted in fancy cursive over the double doors in which they entered.
"No mutant left behind"
Ororo, Jean, and Hank seemed to sigh with a heavy heart, while Scott and Logan were more resilient.
"Yeah but professor," Scott began. "This is different. They're…"
"Criminals?" Mystique finished for him.
"In short," he agreed. "Yes"
"And the fuck do you need our help for anyway blue?" Logan cut in. "I thought you all were all about the pack? Thrill of the hunt, herding to your own kind and all that bullshit."
"My daughter has been injured," Magneto finally spoke up. He was tired, exhausted, from staying up all day and all night now, worrying about Scarlett. And it pained him greatly, more so than his retreat to Xavier's, to admit that he allowed it to happen. He had been choked up all night, and had just now found it within himself to pull it together. "Charles has offered her the medical services of Dr. Grey and Dr. McCoy and thus, here we stand."
Scott looked to Jean, and Ororo to Hank, betrayed almost that they didn't say something sooner. Jean placed a hand to Scott's chest and Hank offered a sympathetic look to Ororo.
"Scott honey," Jean began. "She was beat up pretty bad. We pulled a bullet from her abdomen and patched up another flesh wound on her hip"
"And," Hank offered up. "It seemed like they used some sort of metal ball and chain to do some damage to her legs. I've never seen anything like this before used as a weapon since the medieval days. It could, at best, give us some intel on what the feds are up to when we're not looking."
Ororo sighed again and patted the beast's chest. Once for reassurance that this was a good decision, and once to tell him he's done a good job.
"How long does she stay?" The weather goddess asked the professor.
"Until she's well," he responded. "She's stable now, but she's lost quite a bit of blood. If she doesn't bounce back soon she may need a donor"
Magneto immediately looked to his son who grimaced.
"Alright well, the brat is one person." Logan started again. "What's the excuse for the rest of these band of losers?"
"We're the brotherhood," John, who has since been quiet, decided it was his turn to speak. "We stick together"
Tension rose in the air like steam fighting out a boiling kettle. The Wolverine stared down the boy, and his knuckles clenched, while Scott's jaw tightened and Ororo looked ready to give the pyro-maniac a good slap.
"Look," Mystique said, stepping in to save the ungrateful rat before he was skinned. "You may not want us here, but we definitely don't want to be here. But Scarlett's one of our own and we've got nowhere else to bring her but to this bunny hugging shit-hole alright—"
"Raven" Magneto warned. He really despised that language. But the Mystique was on a role.
"So before we go any further into this pointless bullshit about what we're all about, why don't you just patch her up, so we can get the hell out of here?"
"I've never agreed with you more." Logan shot at her.
Jean, now in line to be the voice of reason sighed. "Guys….I don't really know how soon that'll be."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"'Well, the abdomen is a very intensive spot to get shot. The bullet nicked some vital organs, and she's still suffering from major blood loss, not to mention the round of testing we'll have to do later to make sure that she's—"
"How long Jean?" Logan interrupted impatiently.
Jean cringed. "Two weeks….maybe three."
"Three weeks?!" Scott and Logan cried simultaneously.
"Guys, I can't just stitch her up and send her back out there. The ethics of that alone are enough to revoke my medical license."
"Who gives a shit about medical licenses Red, this is the Brotherhood!"
"I know, I know, I know but….she needs a lot of work. And close monitoring, and follow up exams…"
"I don't believe this bullshit" Logan huffed, and kicked the wall nearby him.
"Logan,"
"No! You're gonna patch her up and then what? Wait around until she goes for your jugular on a routine checkup?"
From his spot next to his father Silver scoffed. "Oh please"
"What'd you say worm?" The Wolverine challenged.
Silver challenged him back with a stare of his own. "I said…oh, puh-lease" he reiterated slowly. "When's the last time you've seen Scarlett on the battle field?"
If they had to ponder it for a moment, the X-men were surprised to recall that they hadn't exactly remembered a time when they've seen the raven girl in face to face combat with them…ever. Not that they'd admit it out loud but their silence was all the answer Pietro needed.
"Exactly. She's as whole-loving as you dumb freaks. Scarlett's an embarrassment to this crew and certainly an embarrassment to the Lenshurr/Maximoff name. I vote we dump her here and split dad. This is where she belongs anyway."
Magneto clenched his fist, and the metal began rattling in the hangar. Again Pietro was able to touch that Achilles heel.
"I am not, leaving her Pietro."
"Well fine, then stay. But I refuse to be cooped up in a catch with cripple miss and these band of do-gooders. I'm out. Any other takers?"
The brotherhood, silent for a moment, considered the options that stood before them. Magneto, their fearless leader had lead them to their arch nemesis; the very plight against their own cause. Of course with good reason, he needed to seek medical attention for his daughter and seek it quick but, what did that mean for the rest of them? Where would they go?
John was the first to take sides with Silver…and probably the last. The rest looked hesitant to leave their leader.
Quiet the entire time, James finally stood forward and spoke up. "Look I know you hate us," he addressed the X-men. "But, if you've got a roof we can use for the night, I'm in." he took his girlfriends' hand in his own and Calisto leaned into him. "We can't afford to hike for hours on end anymore," he rested a hand on her belly and she shooed it away, but not before going noticed by Jean.
The Juggernaut, lifting his helmet from his head, tucked it under his arm and stood next to Magneto. "You've been there for me in my time of need." He said. "And now I'll be here for you in yours. Even if it means…staying here" he grimaced. "Until Scarlett gets better"
Pietro rolled his eyes. "This is such bullshit. Spike?" he called out to the weary teenager, who looked like he was fighting both sides. "You coming man?"
Spike looked back and forth between the Brotherhood and the X-men, fighting nervously to choose a side. All eyes were on him and he puffed anxiously while he struggled to keep the spikes from flaring out his skin. He knew the right thing to do but he also knew what he wanted to do too.
"I…I uh…" he stumbled while Goosebumps raised high on his skin.
"Spike man!" Pietro rushed impatiently.
"Let me make this easy for you Mr. Elliot," Magneto began, tired with his son's resistance and his determination to erect a mini-brotherhood of his own. "If your intentions are to remain with my son, than you and Mr. Allerdyce can turn right around and ask Ms. Gray where you will be bunking for the night because you," Magneto turned around to face a fuming Pietro. "Aren't going anywhere. Scarlett is your twin sister and if you could take a moment from yourself to shut your ignorant mouth and act like you shared a womb with her, you'd know that even if I have to tie you to the medical chair myself, you're going to be her blood donor. Is that in anyway unclear?"
Pietro looked like was about to spit in his father's face.
"Fuck you old man," he said, before taking off.
If only he weren't so predictable, he'd know that Callisto would be right after him, getting ahead and blocking his only exit with a smirk.
"Going somewhere?" she asked triumphantly. She was glad that even though she was three months pregnant, she was still faster than he was.
Pietro frowned at her, prepared to take her down, but he was aware of her delicate condition. Not even he was that much of an asshole.
"Move it 'Lis. I'm not afraid to tell the whole world about your…" he motioned to her belly and she glared.
"You—"
"C'mon hot head, simmer down," came multiples' voice. Who interjected by locking Pietro's arms behind his back and using clones of himself to drag the speed demon back inside.
Irritated, Pietro struggled to get free, seizing an opportunity he had when one of Multiple's hands slipped. He pulled an arm free and socked him in the face, before turning and flipping over his shoulder and kicking him in the back.
Multiple hollered out in surprise and his clones fused back into his body. He hadn't expected to be attacked and he glared hard at his opponent who was looking for his next exit.
"Jesus Christ," Creed said, silent this entire time but having just about enough of this entire exchange as Magneto was. "Here, watch her." He said to the Juggernaut, nudging his silent fiancé in his direction before putting himself in the way of Maximoff's next route.
As expected, he sped by, but unexpectedly, Victor's extended arm and swift blow knocked the boy to his ass and out could. It was so instantaneous, one almost didn't catch it with the naked eye but unfortunately for Pietro, the Juggernaut did catch it, and he burst out in laughter.
Victor looked down at him disgustedly and rolled his dislocated shoulder back into place. The force of the blow at such a high speed didn't come without a physical consequence but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
"Little shit," he grimaced and Magneto sighed. Cain was still laughing.
"Did you see—?" He laughed, holding his sides. "Did you see….did you see 'im flip over?" It was hard for him to get a word out when he was gripped with the hilarity. "E' was like, one of thm', old circus clowns n' England." He laughed again, wiping the tears from his eyes, while Mystique chuckled, trying to keep her composure and Callisto let out a giggle. Neither of them ever thought they heard Cain laugh so hard. He was one for dry British humor (something they couldn't quite understand) but never was he brought to tears.
"Oh bullocks, that was a good one," he said, finally regaining his composure. Putting on his helmet and picking the boy up, Cain slung him over his shoulder like he was a dish cloth, not a human being. Finally he turned his attention to Jean.
"Ma'am?" he asked.
Jean snapped out of her stunned silence. All the X-men were. Did that really just happen?
"Where would you like 'im?"
"I uuh….ummm, med bay please." She said, and began leading the way for Cain to follow.
"Storm?"
Ororo snapped out of her stunned silence as well. "Yes professor?"
"Can you take the rest of Eric's colleagues to the spare wing please? Show them where they'll be sleeping?"
"I uhhh…sure." She said. She didn't know what else to say. This entire morning had been a whirlwind.
Hank stood protectively in front of his girlfriend. "I'll go with you Storm," he said.
Mystique scoffed. "Ah I see, blue isn't your color anymore huh?" she smirked slyly.
Something fierce growled deep inside of the beast and his fur began to stand on end. Ororo stepped back and looked at her boyfriend before patting him gently on the chest. Obviously there was a history she didn't know about there.
"No it's ok hun," she said. "I'll be fine. Logan will come with me."
Scott watched as Logan and Creed stared one another down. They hadn't stopped since Logan entered the hangar, even when he was yelling at Magneto, his eyes were on Creed.
"Uhhhh, maybe that's not such a good idea Storm," Scott replied. "I'll go with you."
"Good call puff," Logan said, still grid locked in a staring contest with Victor.
Scott didn't know what it was but if he thought he and Logan didn't get along, Victor and Logan certainly didn't get along. Those two, truly were cats and dogs…in the most literal of ways.
Victor bared his fangs and Logan snarled.
"Gentlemen please," the professor interjected. He could feel the tension rising like a high tide. "Eric, please, take a moment to allow you and your colleagues to rest for a few hours and then I'd like to see you all at 4 pm sharp, so we can go over some ground rules."
"Think you can make it that long?" the Wolverine snarled to no one in particular.
"Without batting an eye my metal friend," Magneto answered for all of them, pushing the Wolverine back a few steps just for fun.
Steam blew out of Logan's nose and ears while the Brotherhood followed Storm and Scott out.
When they were gone and it was just, Hank, Logan and the professor left in the room, and Logan turned to face the professor, a ludicrous look on his face.
"Chuck,what, the fuck,have you done?" he spelled out.
Charles Xavier sighed. "Remained faithful to a code of ethics I've long fought for and won't begin to abandon now," he answered, motioning to the sign above the door.
No mutant left behind.
Logan grimaced and kicked the wall, rather hard, causing the sign to loose balance and tumble to the floor.
"Stupid piece of shit," he grumbled, stalking out the hanger while furiously plugging his cigar to his lips and lighting it.
Hank sighed for the professor this time.
"Dayyyy one"
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"Bobby! No!"
"Ohhh! A fight! A fight everyone!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
It had been less than 10 minutes and already bloodshed had begun.
To the professor's error, he had neglected to mention to the juniors about the Brotherhoods stay (he had honestly hoped to fill them in during his later debriefing with said Brotherhood) and since Storm had shown the clan to their appropriate rooms and left to gain her sanity, she wasn't monitoring an anxious John who didn't feel like being locked up in a room and decided to explore the mansion to see how it has 'changed.'
And since no one warned John that Bobby was still bitter about their feud at Alcatraz, an unsuspecting Pyro, quite literally walked into the line of fire, when he crossed Bobby's path and was pelted with an ice ball to the face.
And the rest was history.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" the students chanted while the boys went at it, crashing anything in the rec-room that was in their way.
"Bobby!" Kitty pleaded from the side-lines, "Bobby please stop!" Her cries fell on deaf ears while the ice man decked John across the face, before ramming him full force into a wall.
John plunged to fists down hard on Bobby's back and Bobby hollered as he hit the floor. John then kicked him in the face and Bobby pulled at his free leg, hauling him to the floor too.
"Oooooooo!" the crowd went wild.
"Oh my God," Ororo said to herself and she slid into the rec room having heard all the commotion. "Colossus! Hank! Logan!" she called. "Somebody!"
She hurriedly entered the room, trying to get the kids out the way and Colossus was the first to respond to her call.
"Peter…" Storm begged, picking up Artie who was watching in awe and moving him out the way.
Peter's head cocked to the side, a little stunned himself at John's presence but he didn't ask questions and instead sheathed himself with his protective armor and jumped between the brawling boys.
When Bobby's fist his Peter's armored back he hissed and shook his hand, and Peter put his arms out to block his friend from any more blows from John.
John, still furious was clawing all over the Russian giant, to get another hit in.
"Get out of the way! I swear to God Bobby I'll—"
He didn't get to finish. Spike had entered next, pulling his own friend away from the fight, aided by Victor who got a strong hand on him to hold him down.
The kids fell silent now, in awe of what stood in front of them.
They weren't sure, but they were pretty certain that these were the bad guys they were warned about.
"Whoa…"Artie said while in Ororo's arms, getting a good look at the actual Sabretooth, who was centimeters in front of him.
The room which was once is chaos now was still. No one moved, no one blinked, no one breathed until the others moved first. This had to be one of the professor's insane drills. Last year he decided it'd be a great idea to have armed guards (friends of his of course) invade the school so the students could practice their exit strategy. Surely this had to be the same thing.
When the silence finally got to be too much, Sabretooth decided to break it in hopes the kids would scatter.
With a wicked smile and a raised eyebrow he exhaled a, "Boo," and the kids all screamed, running wildly in different directions before scattering out of the rec-room.
Logan, Scott and professor came in at the aftermath and Storm looked up at Victor with a helpless huff.
"Thank you for that," she said, blowing hair out of her face exasperatedly. Artie was still in her arms and he was grinning a big stupid grin, not scared for a moment.
"Wowwww," he said, still in awe at the Sabretooth. "Umm, Mr. Cat-man, Logan says that you grow fur like he does on his face…is that true?"
"Artie!" Ororo scolded, pulling him to stand upright and then facing him towards to door. "That's a very rude thing to say, now go!" she shooed him out. "Go! Go!"
He laughed and scuttled out the rec room, leaving a panting John and Bobby in his wake.
"What happened here?" Scott asked. More so to Bobby than anyone else.
"He started it!" John and Bobby said simultaneously. They became enraged again at each other's accusations and made another lunge for one another but were stopped by Spike, Victor and Peter.
The Professor heaved a heavy sigh and began to rub his temples. Apparently this transition wasn't going to be as smooth as he had hoped.
"Professor?" Kitty asked breathlessly. She, Rouge, Angel and Jubilee had all been stunned to silence in the corner of the room, waiting at the very least for an explanation. Or for this bad dream to be over. "What's going on?"
The Professor took in a deep breath, giving a look of solace to his junior X-men before explaining. "I guess I should have brought you to this morning's meeting," he said aloud.
The Juniors were still confused.
"C'mon then, join me in the conference room please." He said, turning his wheelchair around. "John, you can have the pleasure of telling your friends why they won't be sleeping for the next couple hours."
John grumbled.
"Day one," he grunted to Victor.
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