Hey all! I decided that it was about time i updated again! This chapter is shorter than i wanted it to be, but i decided that i needed to post. So do enjoy.
ShortAtntionSpaz: Yeah i'm glad you liked the crazy lady (high fives) i think she is the best. Brooky was the first person i created when i thought of writing another story. I like to think that deep down inside i'm like her lol...its probably not true.
Synch14: NO! I can not see Marina having a little baby Toad, now that is gross! Thanks for emailing me with your opinons, i really like that kind of feed back. I think i will give Bobby ice armour, it makes him a little more interesting.
Maid of the Mer: Thanks for review!(Muffin crumbs spray out of my mouth). And thanks for giving me tips about Italian translations, i've done a tiny bit in this chapter, so i'll see if any people who actually speak Italian pelt me with rasins.
My Pen Name is ...: Thanks for reviewing. Very interesting Pen Name :D
JuJuBee111: Did i update fast enough for you? I have a tendency to forget about updating so it was good that you reminded me.
JennMel: I'm not going to tell you if Brooky is a mutant...though it is pretty obvious lol. My sister was like "Oh she had owl powers doesn't she?" I had to set her straight, telling her that just because she talks about owls doesn't mean she is one lol.
Gremblin: I'm glad you've found a lot to read! Unfortunatly this chapter isn't as long as i want, but i hope you enjoy it anyway.
Shrieksy: Thanks for reviewing. I'm sure you've figured out by now that her name is Brooklyn Vienna Paris, not Venise.But don't worry, i make that mistake as well, i just manage to correct it before i update. Keep reviewing!
And now on with the story!
The Fourth Chapter is Called: Amnesiac
The next morning, Doctor Hank McCoy brought Brooky into the underground medical area to take tests.
The professor decided that they would risk taking her down their, if needs be, he could always erase her memory of its location later. Brooky looked nervous at first, but Hank was kind enough to show her what the whole process would do.
"So I lie on this table and you send me into the big white dome thinger?" asked Brooky.
"Yes that is correct, and don't worry, it won't hurt," said McCoy, helping Brooky onto the table. She had stripped down into nothing but small shorts and a sports bra to make it easier to perform the tests.
"Are you ready to go in now?" asked McCoy.
"Sure…hey doctor, can I speak when I'm in there?" asked Brooky.
"I suppose so," said McCoy, not sure why she would want to speak. Brooky smiled at him and gave him the thumbs up for go. Hank pushed a button and the table slid into the 'dome thinger'.
For a few moments he couldn't hear anything but the humming of the machine as the lighs inside turned on. Suddenly he heard a faint voice and strained to hear the words.
"We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong. Remembered forever as shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom. Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be, Waooo Yeah."
Doctor McCoy's body shook with silent laughter as Brooky continued to sing out loud. Scott walked into the lab, a puzzled look on his face.
"Do I hear singing?"
"Someone likes her 'Greace'," said McCoy, nodding towards the scanner. He pushed the button again and the table moved out as Brooky stopped singing.
"So how are the tests, Doc?"
"It will take a few minute before we get any results. Why doesn't Scott take you into the briefing room and we'll meet you their momentarily? You may also put your clothes back on as you wait."
"Okie Dokie, you're the Doc." Brooky laced her arm through Scotts as he led her out of the room and into the briefing room also underneath the mansion. He left her in their alone as he went to get the other x-men downstairs.
When they entered with the results, Brooky was sitting Indian style in her chair, her eyes crossing as she looked down at the tongue compressor that she had shoved in her mouth.
"Good morning, Ms. O'Connor," said Xavier, rolling in. Brooky dropped the tongue compress and smiled brightly as the professor.
"Good Morning, sir. I see we've all gathered for the 'examine the insides of Brooklyn O'Connor 'extravaganza."
Logan rolled his eyes, and sat down in one of the chairs farthest from where Brooky was sitting. Hank McCoy was the last to enter the room, x-rays in his hand. He put them up onto the light to show the others.
"This here is Brooklyn's skeleton. As you can see, there is a slight crack on the toes of her left foot, but that is all the internal damage."
"I was wondering why my foot hurt," mumbled Brooky, studying the x-ray.
"How did you hurt your foot, Brooklyn?" asked Hank. Brooky's brow furrowed and she rubbed her chin. Finally she looked up at Hank with sad look.
"I can't remember…I can't remember anything."
"Anything?" asked Storm, leaning forward.
"Well getting hurt is a foggy memory, I was very traumatized," said Brooky, her tone matter-of-factly.
"Ms. O'Connor, can you tell us why you were attacked?" asked Xavier, wheeling closer.
"Ummmm I can't…remember that either. I can't remember anything," said Brooky, her dark green eyes beginning to brim up with tears.
"Ya, you already said that," said Logan.
"No! I mean I can't remember anything before the attack, and even the attack is foggy!"
"My dear, am I to understand that you have amnesia?" asked Doctor McCoy.
"Yes sir you are," said Brooky, dashing the tears from her eyes. Storm patted the amnesiac woman on the back, but couldn't think of anything helpful to say. Doctor McCoy looked uncomfortable as he sifted his weight from foot to foot. Finally he spoke up in the silent room.
"Brooklyn, this may be a bad time to bring this up, but one of the test results was interesting."
"I can't help it, I'm an interesting person," said Brooky. Hank didn't smile as he looked Brooky in the eye.
"Do you remember that you are a mutant?" A collective gasp went around the room, all the x-men somewhat shocked but very relieved to find they were sitting with their own kind.
"I'm what?" asked Brooky, looking not afraid, but amazed.
"Your genes show that you are a mutant," said McCoy, putting a comforting hand on Brooky's shoulder.
"How could this happen? I've always been a good person…well I can't remember if I was a good person but I think it is safe to presume so!" Taking the moment, Xavier wheeled over to Brooky.
"Ms. O'Connor, there is nothing to worry about. My school, is a refuge for mutants, we are all like you," said Xavier. Brooky's eyes bugged in surprise, and a wide grin slowly crawled onto her face.
"Oh, well in that case, yeah I did remember that I was a mutant…it was the only thing I did remember."
The others looked somewhat surprised by Brooky's previous lie, but the professor just chuckled.
"I thought you might say that"
Brooky was quickly offered a place in Xavier's school for gifted youngsters but she respectfully declined the offer. She said that she could teach the young mutants a lot of things but none of them would be very beneficial to everyday life.
Despite that, it was decided that for her own health benefits, it would be best for Brooky to remain within the confines of the mansion for a few more weeks. She didn't hesitate to accept.
"Check! Get out of that one sugar pants!" exclaimed Brooky, shoving her chess piece across the board. Colossus frowned as he studied the glass chess set, constructing a plan in his head. He moved one of his pieces and Brooky immediately shoved her piece across the board and grinned widely.
"Check mate! Hoyeah! You may be big in body but it looks like you need an extra workout up in the noodle," said Brooky, knocking on Colossus's head before hopping around the room in her victory dance.
She had been in the mansion for a week and was usually found hanging out with the younger students. She was quickly becoming a favourite among them, drawing them in with her odd and often offending ways.
"Beat this!" called Colossus.
Brooky suddenly shrieked as Colossus grabbed her from behind the waist and hoisted her up into the air.
"Alright who's screamin?" growled Logan, marching into the room. When he saw Colossus bouncing Brooky around in his arms he rolled his eyes.
"Peter, get to class!" Logan snapped. Colossus immediately dropped Brooky and exited the room, ducking his head as he passed by the angry wolverine. "And you," said Logan pointing his finger at Brooky who was picking herself off the floor. "Can't you ever act your age?"
"Of course I'm acting my age! I always do!"
"9 years old?" asked Logan, crossing his arms.
"Try 37, a very young age for a very special girl." Brooky pinched Logan's check and quickly skipped out of the room, humming the tune of 'Old McDonald' to herself as she went.
Ciao Ronny!
Sorry that I have waited this long to write to you. I have been enjoying every moment of being here and laziness has quite quickly become part of my everyday life; considering we live in a sleepy little village, there isn't much else to do than be lazy. Marina has become a pro at it, she can sit around all day, telling me and her man what to do.. If you knew Marina you'd know that Italy really suites her. I'm not sure how her boyfriend handles it…have I ever told you about her dear 'Tony'?
It is safe for you to assume that he is a mutant. He's one of those real obvious ones that it only takes one glance to know he is not a normal human being. Here is a hint to not only his looks but his gifts, his code name is 'Toad'. That should disgust you enough. He used to work for the brotherhood and his grumpy and senile, at least he does care for Marina, you can see that when they are together.
I went into the village today for market and met a lot of the town's people. They all know Marina and Toad are mutants and treat them normally. I met a young guy around my age named Enzo Bolino, He was teaching me how to ask for things in Italian. I think I'm doing alright in learning, but I haven't been here long so I still have an excuse. So far one of the only sentences I can remember is: Vorrei comprare tre uova. Which I'm told means 'I would like to buy three eggs'. Exciting huh? My life will be so much easier now that I know how to buy three eggs in the language of the Italians.
How are things going between you and Rogue? Is she still harassing you? Don't worry; I don't think it has anything to do with you anymore. She is cursed with a bad mutation and tends to take it out on other people…trust me, I was her boyfriend once! Try to be nice to her, and not afraid. She hates people who are afraid of her.
How are handling your gifts? Is it getting easier? You don't have to feel embarrassed about your lack of control; all of us still have it at times. For example, I'm learning how to swim with out freezing the water around me. Rogue learns to control her knew skills of flying and strength, Jubilee still works on not zapping people by accident and Logan…well Logan doesn't count.
Marina his hollering something about fresh pasta so I can only assume that is time for dinner. I hope this letter reaches you soon.
Love your brother,
Bobby-Grey Drake