Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. Actually, I don't even own most of the things you don't recognize. This story was started by leslienicolespeaks, who had her account deleted. She has a new account, but is giving up the fanfic world, so she very good heartedly donated her stories to me so we could still read them.
Title: Beneath The Surface.
Originally Written By Leslienicolespeaks
Chapter Four – One More Risk.
That statement made Mika stop dead on her tracks.
"What?" she asked, turning to face him once more.
"I'm a mutant."
She was surprised with that revelation. She would have never thought that Scott was a mutant. He didn't look like a mutant. Well, she was one to talk, she had never looked like a mutant either and, yet, she was one. Mika couldn't see his eyes through the dark lenses, but, somehow, she knew she was looking into them and he was looking back at her.
"Yeah, he's with me, Rummy."
"The boss don't like guys going up during work, Breeze," he reminded her. Rummy had taken a liking to the girl.
"I know, Rum, but my shift's over. I'm just going up to change my clothes and didn't want to leave Scotty here all alone with so many girls around him, ya know?" she winked at the body guard, whose face changed slightly. Scott guessed he was smiling.
"Ok, girly. Just this time," he said and she smiled at him.
"Thanks! You're the greatest!" she had to stand on the tip of her toes to kiss his cheek and then started going upstairs. Scott meant to follow her, but Rummy stopped him by the arm. He looked at Scott with an unfriendly face to say the least.
"You hurt Breezy and I'll kill you."
"Uh, ok," he said and went after her, quickly catching up to the girl.
They went inside the room Mika shared with Reddie. It was a more like a very small apartment. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a sort of living room and a quite big room. Everything was clean and organized. She offered him something to drink, but he declined it and sat down on the blue couch.
"Just wait here. I gotta change and then we can go somewhere to talk."
"Ok," he nodded.
He watched her grab a few clothes and walk into the bathroom. He wondered why she was working at a place like the Lucky 13 and he was going to ask her about that and more, but not on that moment. He knew he would have to tell her a few things before she actually felt like telling him what he wanted to know. He heard water in there and about twenty minutes later she came out of the shower. She had no make up at all on her face. Scott didn't know why, but now, dressed in simple jeans, converses and a long sleeved, black tee with colorful circles around it, she looked prettier than before. She looked... innocent.
"Is something wrong?" Mika asked when she noticed Scott staring at her.
"Uh, no, no. Aren't you gonna get sick with your hair wet? It's cold outside."
"I'm aware, but that's ok. A cold isn't gonna kill me," she grabbed her jacket and walked to the door, opening it. "Let's go."
Scott nodded again and followed her out of the place. She told the body guard to tell Reddie not to wait for her and then left the Lucky 13. They silently walked to Scott's car and got into it. They didn't make much talking on their way to a café. He stopped the car and they left it.
"This place has a great cappuccino," Scott said as an attempt to start a conversation.
"I'll order that then," Mika replied, heading to one of the empty tables.
A waitress wrote down their orders and left to go get two cappuccinos and the muffin Mika wanted.
"It's true, I am a mutant," Scott started saying, breaking the silence. "Optic blasts come out from my eyes."
"And you can't control them so you have to wear the glasses all the time."
"I suffered an accident when I was a child and the part of my brain that would enable to control the blasts was damaged," he didn't say anything about her figuring it out about the glasses.
"That must suck. It's gotta be hard not being able to let people look into your eyes, without the lenses. Are they made of ruby?" he nodded, impressed. "My mother loved jewels. Ruby was her favorite," she explained matter of factly.
"So you do have a family," he said.
She shrugged.
"Doesn't everybody?"
"Do you know who were the people that attacked you?"
"Two mutants. One was Asian with these weird tattooes one his face. Not very pretty. The other one was cute, a blonde guy. I would've thought he was in high school. I have no clue what the Asian dude did, but the other one was a pyrokinetic, technical term for people that are able to either control or create fire," she said in between bites. "They said they wanted to talk to me and they knew I was a mutant, a person named... Magnetic had told them."
"You mean Magneto?" Scott asked, she thought for a second and then nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty much," she didn't really see why he had become suddenly agitated. "Why?"
"He's a mutant too and he probably wants you to join his side," he noticed her confused look and decided to explain a little further. "He believes that mutants are superior to usual humans and that a war is about to start. Humans against mutants. He's been trying to eliminate as many enemies as he can and to get as many mutants to join him as possible. He was in prison for a while for the incident in Liberty Island, but he's now missing. We can't seem to find him anywhere."
"We who? Scotty, I can't read your mind, you know? I'm not a telepath," she said and noticed that Scott drifted to stare into space, something else she noticed was that the atmosphere was suddenly cold, what usually meant that someone was feeling miserable. "Scotty? Is everything ok?"
"Oh... Yeah... By we I mean the X-men. We're a group of mutants founded by Professor Charles Xavier, from the school where you took me. I work there and we help people learn how to control their powers or help them if they have problems."
"Is that Morgan guy you mentioned part of the X-men?"
"Logan," he corrected with a slight smile. "He's pretty mad at you for exploding his bike. I gotta admit I rather enjoyed it," he replied, almost chuckling.
"Lemme guess: you're not best friends, are you?" he nodded. "And you have to live under the same roof, work at the same place, know the same people…"
"I know," he replied and Mika could almost feel his sadness.
"Why are you so sad all the sudden? Bad memories?"
"How do you know what I'm feeling?"
"I don't. I just feel the vibes around me and when they change I can have a guess of what's going on. I usually sense danger, sadness or other feelings had as bad ones. I'm a clairvoyant."
"A clairvoyant that can make things explode."
"And control your movements."
"Are those all of your powers?" he asked and she nodded yes while finishing her cappuccino. "No wonder why Magneto is interested in getting you. Your gifts can be very useful. How many people know that you're a mutant?"
"Not all that many," she replied, remembering Reddie's words. "My parents always made me hide it, so I didn't tell anyone. I don't see how someone like this Magnetic guy would know. I don't use my powers, never."
"It's Magneto."
"Whatever," she made a pause. "What happens now? With me, I mean."
"I'd like you to meet Professor Xavier. He can talk to you about your powers and be of great help. We have space at the school if you're accepted there."
"Moving to a place filled with people I don't know..."
"Didn't you do that when you moved into that club?" he was right. That was exactly what she had done. But how could he know it just by looking at her? "Most people run away from their homes when their powers start to show. It was a guess."
"Are you reading my mind?"
"I don't have to. You show your feelings with your eyes," he explained and she looked surprised, usually she did a good job hiding what she was thinking. "So, can you come to the school with me to meet the professor?"
"You mean right now?" she asked and he nodded yes. "Don't you know what time it is?" she looked to a clock on the wall. It was 3 am.
"You can sleep there and meet him the morning. I don't think it's safe for you to go back to the club after being attacked by Magneto's allies."
She looked around again. Truth be told there was not much to look at in the place where they were, but she didn't tell him that. She just had to look away from him, even though she knew he was attentively watching her, waiting for an answer. Mika thought about everything that had happened since she had left her house. How many times hadn't she risked herself already? What was just one more risk among those?
"Ok."
"Really?" he was surprised, no one had ever accepted to go to the school that easily.
"Yeah. Let's go," she got up to leave. "I need to get some sleep."
He nodded in agreement and offered to pay for her food, but she didn't let him do such thing. Not much was said on the way to the mansion. In the car they drove silently, only the music playing on the radio broke the silence. To Mika their silence wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't awkward, it was just silence. Scott felt a little uncomfortable though. For some reason he felt really aware of Mika's presence in the car. A little too aware in his opinion. They pulled up at the mansion and Scott helped her get set in one of the bedrooms.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, standing by the door.
"Thanks for the blanket. Good night, Scotty."
"It's Scott," he corrected her. "Good night, Breezy."
"Ok, Scotty," she said and he left the room.
When he closed the door he had a small smile on his face.
Mika threw herself on the bed and closed her eyes. Some minutes later, she opened them again. She couldn't sleep. It was 5 am of a Sunday and she doubted anyone else would be up. She rolled around for some time before finally giving up on the useless attempts of falling asleep. She left the bed and grabbed her jacket before leaving the room. She only knew where the kitchen was, so she decided to go there. She did feel a little thirsty after all. She figured no one would mind if she opened the fridge and got a glass of milk.
"Who are you?" someone behind her asked and she choked with the milk. "And what are you doing here?"
"I'm Breezy," she said once she had stopped coughing. "Scott brought me here to meet some professor. You're Logan, right?"
"How'd ya know? Cyclops told you?"
"No, Scott did," she replied and he even chuckled. "What?"
"They're the same person. I usually call him One-Eye though."
"Oh. Makes sense," she replied, thanking the fact that it was dark and he couldn't see her slightly red cheeks. "You couldn't sleep?"
"I wouldn't be here if I could," he opened the fridge and searched for something.
"I'm sorry," she said suddenly and he turned to face her, "About your bike."
"So it was you."
"Guilty as charged," she smiled and was surprised when he smiled back.
One thing Mika could already tell was that Logan didn't seem to be exactly nice with most people he met, especially if a guy like Scott didn't like him. Well, not that she could tell exactly what kind of guy Scott was. After all, he had acted in two completely different ways during the two times they had met.
There was a silence in the air. Mika drank the rest of her milk with Logan watching her every move while eating an apple. The girl looked him through the corner of her eyes and thought of Michael. Logan and him were, apparently, completely different in behavior as well, but they were a lot alike fashion wise, with the bad boy, motorcycle rider thing going on. That thought made her smile slightly, but she suddenly frowned. Michael was probably worried sick about her and she couldn't blame him.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, chewing a piece of his apple.
"Nothing's wrong," she quickly flashed him a smile, pretending to be ok. "So, do all X-men have two names?" she changed the subject hoping that Logan wouldn't notice.
Except that he did.
"No, not all of the X-men have two names."
"I thought you were part of them," she pointed out and he stared her.
"There's Storm, whose real name's Ororo Munroe. Scott's Cyclops. Kurt Wagner's Nightcrawler. Bobby Drake's Iceman. Then there's Professor Charles Xavier, Rogue and Jea..." he stopped.
"Jean?" she remembered Scott had called her by that name before kissing her. Logan nodded and Mika felt the same sadness in the air that she had felt when she talked to Scott. "What happened to her?"
"She died," he simply replied, sounding a little rude.
"What's your other name?" she asked after some seconds of silence.
She had the feeling that saying she was sorry wouldn't make a difference.
"Wolwerine," he replied after more seconds of silence.
"Self-chosen?" she asked, he nodded and she smiled. "What kind of name is that?"
"What kind of name's Breezy?"
"It's not a name, it's a nickname. Michael gave it to me."
"Doesn't your boyfriend mind when you kiss other guys?" he asked with a cynical smirk on his face. So, he had seen Scott kiss her.
"None of your damn business, but Michael's my best friend. Besides, Scott was completely drunk when he kissed me. He doesn't even remember it. He thought I was Jean," she added, unsure if she should. "Did she love him?"
"Yes."
"Did he love her?" she insisted and could tell that Logan was getting annoyed.
"Yes," he replied with an angry face.
"And did you?"
Logan stared at her with a serious face. His lips almost formed a straight line. Mika almost regretted having made the question out loud. The vibrations in the kitchen were almost unbearable with Logan's mood change. She washed the glass and put it back in the cupboard where she had found it. Then, without saying a word, she left the kitchen and went back to the room where she was supposed to be sleeping.