Ranma: Evolution: Telewhatsit? Episode 42789

by dogbertcarroll

It was some form of telekinesis. A very limited power however, as it seemed to only affect one state or form of matter. Pyro's ability to manipulate flame was a good example of a limited telekinetic gift. Limited didn't necessarily mean either weak or useless.

The possibility of a secondary mutation relating strictly to that gift was likely. What exactly they were he couldn't say without extensive testing. Many mutants seem to develop secondary mutations relating to their main mutation only after extensive training. It was possible that the type of secondary mutation relied entirely on what sort of training was received.

McCoy had just grinned and muttered something about nature vs. nurture, before returning to his latest experiment, when Xavier had brought up the subject. There just wasn't enough hard data on the X-gene to draw any firm conclusions at this time.

The data they could get from Ranma's developing ability would be helpful in training Ranma, if in no other way.

Xavier blinked and realized he had been getting ahead of himself again. Ranma hadn't even arrived yet and he was already planning the boy's future.

Logan scratched his chin as he scanned the crowd departing from the terminal. The boy was supposed to be on this flight, if Mystique had been telling the truth, which Logan had some doubts about. She always played things close to the vest and no matter what she claimed; this was all much too convenient for his tastes.

Then again it wasn't like unusual events were all that unusual around here. The number of times Charles had to cover up incidents involving mutant activity was secondary to the number of times he had to cover up incidents that involved something …else.

On the plus side apparently Chucky boy was getting paid rather well by some government agency (which seemed to dress all their agents in matching black suits) for doing so, but he was so unimaginative that the U.S. Dept. of Meteorological phenomenon had moved their main office to Bayville to investigate the number of unexplained tornados that popped up.

Logan sighed and rubbed his temple.

The only Japanese kid he had seen coming off the plane was female. Moved like a fighter, but if the way her breasts bounced was to be believed she definitely wasn't male. So where was the kid?

Damn, he could use a beer about now.

Ranma wandered around the terminal.

'Wasn't someone suppose to be meeting me here?'

Ranma: Evolution: In Transit. Episode 116337

by dogbertcarroll

Ranma shrugged and headed to the men's bathroom to change. She'd find the place sooner or later. She had the address and remembered, Pops… Genma, taking him for training in America when he was eight. He'd mastered the language easily.

The classes they taught in Furinkan were a joke. He had no idea what Ms. Hinako was teaching, but it sure as hell wasn't any language he'd heard spoken by his American Sensei. It was probably the original Hawaiian language, if the principle had any say in it. He'd heard it used by Americans abroad so it was probably that Esperanto language that they kept pushing.

'I'm just glad I know the language. Being stuck in a country without knowing the language is a hassle I really don't need.'

Ignoring the stares she received, she walked over to the sinks and splashed some hot water on her face. Quickly weaving his hair into a braid and adjusting his clothes he sighed in relief.

Sure the cramped seats on those planes were a lot more comfortable in his smaller form, but having to stay female for any length of time was not on the top of his to do list. Not to mention sitting still for over nine hours had really done a number on him.

The few men who were in the restroom had a quick conference and decided they couldn't have seen what they had just seen. They must have drank too much or possibly not enough, jet lag's funny that way. They then decided that over medication was better then under medication and headed for the local bar.

Ranma exited the bathroom, male once more, and noticed that the same guy who was scanning the departing passengers earlier was still here.

'I wonder if Mom forgot to mention my curse?'

Logan watched while the boy approached. He was dressed exactly the same as the Japanese girl who had stepped off the plane, right down to the missing left sleeve of his silk shirt.

'It figures that at least one of Mystique's kids would turn out to be a shapechanger.'

"You, Ranma?"

Ranma nodded, surprised to hear perfect unaccented Japanese from an obvious foreigner.

"You're from Xavier's?"

"Yep. Name's Logan. Got your bags?"

Ranma shrugged, "No time to pack. Beat Magneto and headed straight out, so he wouldn't get a chance at my friends or family."

"Good call. I got the Jeep parked at the curb. We'll see about getting you some more clothes when we get there."

Ranma nodded as they stepped out into the night. He knew it was going to take a while to get adjusted to the new time zone. It felt like noon to him, but he could see the moon hanging full and bright just overhead.

A few minutes later they were on the open road and headed for home, so Logan tried to strike up a conversation.

"So, you a shapechanger?"

"Nah, I just turn into a girl. It's one curse I'd really love to get rid of."

Logan winced at that. Having a mutant ability that just changed your sex wasn't all that useful and was probably a huge pain in the ass. Now, usually Logan wasn't one to pry into someone else's business or tell them how to live their life, but hating your gift was just one step short of hating yourself.

"Come on. I know guys that would trade their right arm to be able to see what life was like from the other side of the line." Logan lied blithely, trying to come up with something good to say about the whole experience.

Ranma thought about the instant spring packages and other assorted Jusenkyo gift shop items he had on him.

"If you're really that interested I could arrange it."

His disgust at the idea of someone willingly going through the change made Ranma's voice come out at a bit harsher then he had intended it to be.

Logan got real quiet.

His eyes checked the speed (65mph) and traffic (Non-existent) while his left hand was snaking towards the door handle.

Realizing that his driver was about to dive out of a car doing 65 on the freeway, rather then risk having his sex changed, Ranma quickly spoke up.

"I won't change your sex against your will. I just meant that if you were interested I could arrange it."

Logan sighed and relaxed back into his seat.

"Sorry kid. I guess the happy-happy-joy-joy crap really don't cut it with in comes to shit like this. It's just… I know what it's like to have some part of yourself that you really don't want to trot out in public, but if you fight it, it's not long before you end up fighting yourself and that never ends well. Trust me on that."

Ranma didn't know how to respond to that, so they just rode on in silence until a short cloud burst drenched the both of them and activated the curse once more.

Logan glanced over at Ranma noting that he was now a she once more. "No control over it?"

Ranma shook his head. "If I had control over it I wouldn't bitch so much. Cold water turns me into a girl and hot water changes me back. And before you ask, water of both temperatures will seek me out. I've seen water flow uphill just to tag me."

"OK, it's official. It sucks to be you."

Ranma laughed for about a minute straight.

"Thanks, I needed that."

"Glad to help."