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A/N Sorry this one took so long, was a little pre-occupied with stuff, anyway, for those of you who're reading this, please review, I'd really like some input, and I've anonymous reviewing on, so just about anybody can review.
Oh, and the story's kind off already planned out, I've the pairings thought up including the plot and the storyline, but I can be dissuaded for my pairing, tell me who you'd like to see together in the story, and I'll see if it works..
Anyway, on with it, the long overdue chapter 6..
Enjoy..
Normal's The Watchword. Or Is It?
Brooklyn tapped the pen in her hand onto the paperback as she read through the thick text book the professor gave her for pre-class reading, but Brooke wouldn't call it class, they were more of discussion sessions where they'd go through what she read thanks to her aptitude of recollection. She liked it very much better than back in school where she'd have to sit through dry boring lectures of gross anatomy or what-not, though she did have to sit through some other classes that the professor had laid out for her, life sciences, leadership and tactics, French, ethics.
Sprawled on her bed in a pair of comfortable jeans and tank top, Brooke was having a brief read through of that weeks pre-reading notes when several voices interrupted her thoughts.
"Oh my god, did you hear? It's all over school, John came back,"
"No way! He'd have to have pretty thick skin to come crawling back to Xavier,"
"I know, if I were him, I wouldn't have the cajones to come back, I mean he basically betrayed X-Men,"
"Well, professor probably forgave him right,"
"Doh.. It's the professor we're talking about here.."
Brooke closed her eyes and tried to shut the voices out, she was pretty sure it was someone's mind she was hearing and not the actual conversation, it was pretty loud and the doors walls around the place were pretty thick, so she placed her concentration onto the text book in front of her instead. It wasn't long till she managed to keep from reading passing by student's minds and focused fully on the subject at hand.
There was a soft knock on the door and barely tearing her eyes away from the book, she called out, "It's not locked,"
"Hey," came a female voice from the door.
"Hey," she said back not looking away from the book, absorbed in her reading as Kitty entered her room.
"The professor's asking for you,"
"Ethic's isn't for another hour, Kitty," she stated with a matter-of-factly tone distractedly as she flipped the paged and continued reading.
"He told me to call you to his office for him, and I don't think it's for class,"
"Okay," Brooke replied but made no move to get off her bed.
"I would assume now you know, seeing as we do have class in an hour," she said sarcastically.
"Okay," Brooke repeated her reply more assertively, scratching her head with the pen before placing it on the page and shutting the book and pushing herself off of bed, "Do you know why he's calling for me though?"
"I don't know, but it seemed important," she replied leaning on Brooke's study which was laden with books and watched her get up from bed and pull a sweater over her tank.
"Okay, thanks, I'm going okay, mom, you don't have to watch me leave," Brooke teased her new friend.
"Oh, Ha ha.. You're hilarious," Kitty replied dryly before they exited the room together. Brooke liked her, she was the only other person who seemed okay with the presence of the new girl. The school hasn't exactly been the most friendly crowd, they didn't really take to accepting the new student, for reasons that she could not quiet figure out, not that she actually minded, being accepted and liked had never been the top of her priority list, ad it clearly showed while she was being interrogated questioned by the law enforcements in the professor's office.
The blonde lady detective tapped her fingers impatiently on the table.
"How many episodes of NYPD Blue did you have to watch to get that finger tapping down?" Brooke asked, avoiding the question.
"I asked you a question, Brooke," she said.
"And I ignored it and moved on. Try to keep up okay?" she retorted much to the homicide detective's dismay.
"This isn't a joke, your grandparents are dead, so is your mother," the detective repeated herself.
"And what do you expect me to do? Start weeping, running out of this room hysterically screaming and crying?"
"Your fingerprints were all over the house," she stated accusingly.
"I lived there, of course I'm all over the house!" Brooke snapped back.
"This.." she started saying while laying snapshots of the place Brooke used to call her home for the past few years littered with gruesome bloody mangled bodies across the table, "is what happened to them, Ms. Cooper, so we'd like it very much if you'd co-operate because as far as we know, no human can kill like this," she continued, her voice tone accusing, Brooke's eyes were
"Detective Anderson, we've complied in every possible way, and you've exhausted my student with your relentless hammering, and I assure you that Miss Cooper here is not the person you are looking for," the professor's calming voice of reason stated.
"Can you think of anyone who would've done this? To your grandparents? To your mother?"
"No.." she answered, "Can I go now?"
"Of course,"
"But we'd like to have a word with you, Professor Xavier,"
"Yes, I suppose you do," Brooke heard the professor reply but she heard no more as she left the room before collapsing on the wooden panels of wall outside the professor's office, her mind still full of the gruesome bloody images and she closed her eyes to try to shut out the pictures.
Several minutes later, the two detectives walked out of the office, and blondie stopped by Brooke, "I know this is difficult, but if you can think of anyone who could have killed your mother or grandparents, give me a call," she said, handing Brooke a name card, and she and her partner left.
As the two detectives walked away, Brooke became aware of the soft clicking noises coming from a little down the hall. She turned to look and it was none other that John Allerdyce, flipping his Zippo open and close, igniting and putting out the fire nimbly with his fingers again and again, he was leaning on the wall opposing her, a little distance away.
"Wasn't your mom already dead?" he asked non-accusingly, not looking at her, continuing to flip his lighter.
"Things change," she replied nonchalantly.
"Yeah, apparently," he replied sardonically, finally looking up from the lighter.
"You never asked," she replied defensively pushing herself off the wall.
"Can we talk about this?" the pyrokinetic asked as Brooke walked past him.
"No, we can't!"
"Coop," he called as he followed her as she took large strides away from him.
"Don't call me that!" she snapped turning around to face him.
"What happened?"
"What happened? What happened is you left, period,"
"Coop,"
"I said don't call me that," she spat again.
"Fine, Brooke," he emphasized her name, "Just tell me what's going on okay, your mom's not dead, you're a mutant, what happened in the last 2 years? We grew up together, we were best friends, just tell me,"
"Yea, you got that right, were, as in past tense, as in used to be but not anymore, you wanna know why, John, because you walked away, you walked away and you didn't turn back, you can't expect things to go back to the way things were anymore, okay? Things change, people change, I've changed,"
"Okay, then tell me what happened, tell me how you've changed, let me fix this," he said referring to their friendship.
"You can't," she insisted stubbornly.
"Why not?" he asked exasperated.
"Because you left!" she snapped, "I left about a hundred messages on your cell for you and all I get is one dumb letter, telling me not to write back, my whole life was falling apart, my dead mum was suddenly not dead, my dad was not my dad and you didn't care. I was always a shoulder for you to cry on John, always, but when I needed you the most, you tell me not to contact you, so no, you can't fix this," she stated heatedly before walking away from the blonde speechless pyrokinetic.
A/N Wokay, so that's about it, like it, don't like it, tell me what you think, as I always say, reviews are loved and adored, as are the review-EE's so feel free to press the little button below.. Thank You..
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