When they arrived at the mansion, Lance instructed to wait in the living room...alone.
He stood from the cushioned arm-chair and scoped the place out. Large bookshelves loaded with thousands of encyclopedias and classic literature lined the walls. Many picture frames sat in-front of the books. Lance picked the first one up.
It was the man he had seen earlier, when he was passed out at the school. In his arm, pressed against his chest was a very tiny baby with a funny-looking nose. In his other arm was a very petite and gorgeous woman who reminded Lance of an angel.
"Who is this?" Lance asked the moment Logan walked through the door. When he thrust the picture to the short, robust man, it slipped from his grasp and the glass shattered on the ground.
"Be careful, you little klutz!" Logan rebuked, quickly bending down to pick up the picture and gather the pieces of broken glass.
"I-I'm sorry-" Lance began, but a sharp glare from Logan cut him off.
"Sorry doesn't fix things!" He growled, his piercing eyes scanning the picture. When they reached the bottom, they seemed to melt. He tucked the photo into the breast pocket of his leather jacket. "It never does," he whispered softly, eyes dropping to the floor.
Lance cleared his throat to break the awkward and uncomfortable moment. "Hey, who's the girl in that picture?"
Logan lips curled into a snarl. "None of your business, Butter-Fingers!"
"I just asked a question! No need to get all huffy, Pops!" Lance crossed his arms in-front of his chest and snorted. "Are all the X-Geeks so high-maintenance?"
Logan pointed a stubby finger at Lance's chest.
"I don't like your attitude, Bub!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Just then, Jean Grey entered the room with a sense of calm. "Lance, Logan! Calm down. The Professor will be in soon."
Seconds later, Xavier wheeled in, brown eyes searching until they fell upon Lance. Xavier smiled.
"Lance Alvers! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, face-to-face!"
Lance glared at Logan.
"I'd pay attention, Bub. Your life depends on this guy's words," Logan advised.
Lance shook Xavier's hand, but only after Xavier extended his first.
"Here in the X-Mansion, we equip gifted teenagers, such as yourself, to learn how to use their abilities for good. We'd like to offer you a spot on our team. What do you say?"
"Uhh..." The question caught Lance a little off-guard. "Can I have time to think about it?"
Xavier smiled. "Of course, Lance. Take your time."
Kitty walked in the room, stunning Lance with her glorious presence. He had to constantly think to keep his jaw from dropping. He finally had seen her with her hair down.
Her straight, auburn hair bounced around her chest, shimmering in the light.
"Hey, Professor, Kurt's like totally getting fur in the drain again."
Lance caught the Professor stifling laughter. "Well, we are an interesting bunch, Lance!"
Lance, eyes on Kitty, couldn't believe the words that thoughtlessly poured from his mouth. "I'm done thinking. I want to be one of the X-Men."