Part four of this series. All disclaimers and such are in the first one.
I seriously doubt I got the characterization in this part right. The movie didn't have much of Bobby, Jubilee, and Kitty, so I'm just winging it here. Any tips are helpful. :)
Again, thanks to everyone for their thoughts, advice, and help. :) As always, feedback is much appreciated. :)
CKWan
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"Did you hear her screams?" Bobby asked Jubilation Lee, AKA Jubilee, who was sitting next to him at the breakfast table the next morning.
"How could you not? You'd have to be deaf," she responded.
"I heard she's more powerful then any of the X-Men," Kitty Pryde put in.
"That can't be true," Jubilee said. "How's that possible?"
"Science," Rogue said as she sat down next to Kitty, across from Bobby and Jubilee. "She 'as experimented on lahke Logan."
"No way," Jubilee said. "That's illegal."
"So are drugs," Kitty said.
"There she is," Bobby said as he watched her nervously look around. She had her sunglasses on again, he noticed. They were a different pair today, though. Like Mr. Summers, with ruby red quartz for lens. "Who wears sunglasses inside?"
"Her," Jubilee said as she began to eat her breakfast. "And Mr. Summers."
"You've met her, Rogue," Kitty said. "What's she like?"
"Ah dunno," Rogue replied. "Ah only met 'er fer a few seconds. We should invite her to sit with us."
"Why?" Jubilee said through a mouthful of food.
"Why not?" Kitty said. "She's got to be lonely."
Before anyone could say anything else, Bobby stood up and walked over to the girl in question.
"Hey," he said, standing next to her as she tried to decide what to have for breakfast.
"Hah," she said nervously. She knew they must think her the freak of freaks after last night. She tried not to yawn at the thought of how little sleep she'd gotten. Even after Logan and Jean had left her room, she hadn't been able to get back to sleep due to nightmares. Each one involved a needle and a shot of some kind of liquid. She shuddered at the thought.
"Cold?" Bobby asked.
"Nah," she said. "Just a bad thought."
"Oh. Of what?"
She looked at him for the first time since he'd come over to talk to her. She tried to decide how much she should tell him.
"Mah nightmares," she finally replied.
"Ouch," Bobby said, trying to be sympathetic. "What are they about?"
"Mah lahfe 'fore Ah came here," she said. She decided to try to be vague, though she had a good suspicion that it would only lead to more questions; she was right.
"What was that like?" he asked, walking along with her as she moved down the line of choices for breakfast. He noticed she had gloves like Rogue's on when she reached for a carton of vanilla yogurt. He decided not to say anything about it…yet.
"Not very pleasant," she said as she reached for an apple.
"How's that?"
She turned to look at him again. "What's this? Twenty questions?"
"You bet," Bobby said with a smile. She rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn't tell. He wouldn't be able to even if she took her sunglasses off, unless he watched her eyelids.
"They tortured me," she stated flatly. "What Ah c'n remember anyways."
"Oh," he said, suddenly ashamed for being so curious.
"Yeah, oh," she said, a small smile on her lips. He saw that, and felt a little better.
"Hey, you want to sit with us?" he asked.
"Who's 'us'?"
"Well, Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, and me," he said as he pointed to the girls sitting across the room. They were all looking at them. She followed his point, and remembered Rogue. The other girls, she didn't know.
"Ah dunno," she said tentatively.
"Oh, c'mon," he said. "Where else ya gonna eat?"
He's got a point, she thought to herself.
"Aiight," she said, following him over to the table.
"Kitty, Jubes, Rogue, this is Ebony," Bobby said. "Ebony, this is Kitty, Jubilee, and Rogue."
"We've already met," Rogue said with a smile.
"Hey," the others said.
Ebony gave a small, shy smile. Bobby motioned for Jubilee to scoot over. Jubilee rolled her eyes, but moved over.
"So, how old are you?" Kitty asked.
By now, Ebony decided that all mutants were curious and asked a million questions before they could decide if they liked someone or not. Except Logan of course. He'd asked questions, but not like any of the other mutants she'd met here.
"Ah dunno," Ebony said as she opened her thing of yogurt. She was aware of the glances the friends shot each other.
"Where 're ya from?" Rogue asked.
"Somewhere in th' south," she replied. "Ah don' remember." Again she was aware of the glances.
"What's your real name?" Jubilee asked.
"Not sure," Ebony said. "All Ah c'n remember is 'Renee'. Not sure 'bout that though."
"I always like that name," Kitty said with a smile.
"It's okay, Ah guess," Ebony said with a shrug.
"Do you mind all these questions?" Bobby asked.
"Do Ah have a choice?" she responded with a small smile.
The others laughed quietly. They thought she meant it as a joke. They didn't realize she was serious about the fact that she didn't have a choice about how many questions everyone asked about here. She was just along for the ride.
"Ya lahke Pink Floyd?" Rogue asked, nodding towards Ebony's shirt.
"Yeah," Ebony said. "Summon always used ta play 'em, an' Ah came ta love 'em. Summon there gave me this shirt. Ah don' remember who though."
The four friends exchanged glances again. Ebony sighed, and took a big bite of her apple and crunched thoughtfully. It was times like this when she could remember bits and pieces of her life before she escaped months ago. She could remember almost every detail since her escape, except the few precious hours of sleep she managed to get here and there. But when she tried to remember her life before her freedom, all she had were random images of different things. Someone giving her a shot, someone playing Pink Floyd and Queen loudly, someone yelling at her for something she did or didn't do, and someone 'talking' in her head. She shuddered at the thought, and focused on the present.
"Why do you wear sunglasses all the time?" Bobby asked.
"So Ah don' scare people," she said, setting down her apple, bracing herself for the onslaught of questions to follow.
"How would you scare people?" Kitty asked.
"With mah ahyes." She knew the next question, so she decided to save them the trouble. "Mah ahyes are strange, and scare most people."
"Can we see?" Jubilee whispered.
Ebony sighed again. She should have known they were going to ask to see her eyes. Everyone always did. She used to oblige them, but stopped when she realized that almost everyone would look at her like a monster or run off screaming. She'd come to almost depend on wearing her sunglasses. Without them, she was constantly afraid of scaring someone. Long ago she had decided to save herself the pain and rejection and pretty much live in her glasses.
"Ya sure? Ah mean, Ah don' wanna scare ya," she said, looking at each of their faces.
"Oh, don't worry 'bout that, sugah," Rogue said. "Nothin's scarier then Logan in a bad mood."
The others laughed. Ebony smiled nervously.
"If yer sure," she said, giving them one last chance. They all nodded their consent their curiosity peaked. She slowly reached up and removed her sunglasses. She screamed in surprise when optic blasts shot from her eyes, destroying the table. She quickly closed her eyes. The others jumped from where they had been sitting, screams filled the air. She put her sunglasses back on, but didn't dare open her eyes; she didn't trust the glasses or her eyes.
It wasn't long before the screams alerted the adults. Scott had been walking down the hall towards the classroom when the screams erupted from the dining room. Startled, he ran into the room. He pushed his way through frightened students that had gathered around the disturbance. He stopped for a moment in shock when he saw what was left of the table. Rogue was clutching her arm, Kitty trying to help her get a piece of wood out of it. Jubilee was staring at the table. Bobby was standing over someone else.
Ebony, Scott thought. This is not good.
Scott walked over to Bobby, and crouched down in front of the frightened girl. He could tell that she had her eyes shut harshly behind her glasses. Bobby was trying to comfort her, but not succeeding. Tears were making their way out of the glasses.
"Ebony," Scott said softly. "It's Scott."
"Ah know," she said through her tears. "Ah sensed ya."
"Please come with me to the lab," he said. "We need to find out what caused this accident."
"Ah know," she whispered.
"Take my hand, I'll help you there," Scott said.
"Ah know what happened," she said. "Rogue needs ta go ta the lab more 'en Ah do."
Scott looked at her. She had her knees clutched to her chest, arms gripping her knees. She was rocking herself back and forth slowly. Her hair swayed lightly with her rocking. She stopped rocking for a second. Scott froze, not know what to expect. She sniffed, testing the as a dog would.
"Logan," she said. "Where are you?"
"Right here, kid," Logan said as he walked over to the three of them. "What happened?"
"She took off her glasses and blew away the table," Bobby said.
Logan looked over at the huddle of girls. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked Rogue.
"Ah'll be fahne," she said.
"They both should go to the lab," Scott said. Logan nodded.
"Ebony, darlin', come with me," Logan said. She made no effort to move. "Bobby, lemme see yer sweat shirt."
Bobby stared at him for a minute. What does he need my sweat shirt for?, he thought.
"Bobby!" Logan exclaimed. "Gimme yer damn sweat shirt!"
"Okay, okay," Bobby said. He quickly took it off and handed it to Logan. Logan hurriedly put it on, then lifted Ebony off the ground, careful not to touch her with his hands.
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It was quiet. And Jean was enjoying it to its full extent. She would even go so far as to call it peaceful. Jean had come to realize that quiet was a rare thing to be cherished whenever it came wherever one was. She had also learned that quiet was especially hard to come by in the Xavior mansion. But like all good things, her treasured quiet was brought to an abrupt end. Jean looked up from the file she had been studying when someone came barging into the lab.
As she walked out into the examination room, she saw Scott walking with Rogue, who was looking down at her arm. She became alarmed when Logan came walking in with Ebony in her arms.
She's causing about as much trouble as Logan did when he first came here, Jean thought.
"What happened?" she asked.
"She lost control of her optic blasts apparently," Scott said.
"Oh, no," Jean said. "What happened?"
"She took off 'er glasses, and blew away th' table," Rogue said.
"What happened to your arm?" she asked, looking her arm, already moving over her tray of medical supplies.
"A piece flew up into it," Rogue said, wincing when Jean pulled out a small piece of wood.
"Looks like it needs a few stitches," Jean said. "That won't take too long."
After Rogue had been attended too, and given some pills to ease any pain that might occur, Jean turned her attentions to Ebony. The girl still hadn't opened her eyes since the accident. Logan had set her on one of the beds, her feet hanging over the edge.
"Ebony," Jean said softly, "I'm going to point you towards an object that won't be missed if the same thing happens again. I'm going to ask you to take your glasses off, okay?"
"No," Ebony said. "Ah cain't control it. Ah know that. There's no testin' ta do."
"How do you know?" Jean asked. Scott was listening intently as well.
"It's happened 'afore," she said.
"When?"
"Ah dunno," she replied. "'Afore Ah ran away."
"It's okay to open your eyes," Scott said. "The glasses will keep the blast from destroying anything."
"Uh-uh," Ebony said, shaking her head.
"What?" he asked, alarmed.
"It's too strong," she said. "Th' glasses ain't strong enough."
"They were earlier," Scott said, getting more and more worried. "Why aren't they now?"
She mumbled something only Logan could here, who still had yet to say anything.
"Shot?" Logan asked. "What're ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Shot?" Jean and Scott asked at the same time.
"Ah needa shot every three months to keep mah powers in control," she explained with a sigh.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Jean exclaimed.
"Ah didn' remember 'till now," Ebony said, lowering her head.
"How could you not remember?" Scott practically yelled.
"Scott, calm down," Jean said, laying a hand on his arm in silent comfort. "Why couldn't you remember Ebony?"
"Ah remember things in flashes," she said quietly. "When Ah put mah glasses back on, Ah remembered."
The room was silent for until the professor came into the room. Jean started to explain, but stopped when the professor held up a hand.
"I heard everything, Jean," he said, pointing to his head. Jean nodded.
"What do we do now?" Scott asked.
"Ebony, do you remember what kind of drug they gave you?"
She thought for a minute. She shook her head. "Ah don', sorry. They nevah told me th' name, just gave it to me."
The professor wheeled himself over to her. "Ebony," he said quietly, "I have to get inside your head to find out what kind of drug it was."
"No!" she whispered fiercely. "Ya, ya cain't."
"Why?" he asked in a soothing tone.
"Ya just cain't!" she said.
"What are you scared of?" he asked.
"Nuthin', ya just cain't go in mah head," she said.
"Do remember what happens when you don't get the drugs you need?" Scott asked.
Her brow creased in concentration. "Mah powers get outta control, so powerful Ah cain't control 'em," she whispered.
"Ebony, unless you let me inside your head to help you, I can't do anything," Charles said.
"Ah know," she said.
"Until we can find a way to get your powers under control, I'm going to have you kept sedated to keep yourself and others safe," he said.
"Aiight," she said. She frowned again. Charles could tell she was trying to think of something.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Ah just remembered sumthin," she said. "There 'as anothah mutant that took care ov me. Ah don' remember 'is name, but he 'as an odd guy. Blue, Ah think. An' hairy." She paused for a minute. "Ah dunno how much stock ta put in that, but it maght help. Ya think?"
"Maybe," Charles said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Just maybe."
To be continued…
I seriously doubt I got the characterization in this part right. The movie didn't have much of Bobby, Jubilee, and Kitty, so I'm just winging it here. Any tips are helpful. :)
Again, thanks to everyone for their thoughts, advice, and help. :) As always, feedback is much appreciated. :)
CKWan
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"Did you hear her screams?" Bobby asked Jubilation Lee, AKA Jubilee, who was sitting next to him at the breakfast table the next morning.
"How could you not? You'd have to be deaf," she responded.
"I heard she's more powerful then any of the X-Men," Kitty Pryde put in.
"That can't be true," Jubilee said. "How's that possible?"
"Science," Rogue said as she sat down next to Kitty, across from Bobby and Jubilee. "She 'as experimented on lahke Logan."
"No way," Jubilee said. "That's illegal."
"So are drugs," Kitty said.
"There she is," Bobby said as he watched her nervously look around. She had her sunglasses on again, he noticed. They were a different pair today, though. Like Mr. Summers, with ruby red quartz for lens. "Who wears sunglasses inside?"
"Her," Jubilee said as she began to eat her breakfast. "And Mr. Summers."
"You've met her, Rogue," Kitty said. "What's she like?"
"Ah dunno," Rogue replied. "Ah only met 'er fer a few seconds. We should invite her to sit with us."
"Why?" Jubilee said through a mouthful of food.
"Why not?" Kitty said. "She's got to be lonely."
Before anyone could say anything else, Bobby stood up and walked over to the girl in question.
"Hey," he said, standing next to her as she tried to decide what to have for breakfast.
"Hah," she said nervously. She knew they must think her the freak of freaks after last night. She tried not to yawn at the thought of how little sleep she'd gotten. Even after Logan and Jean had left her room, she hadn't been able to get back to sleep due to nightmares. Each one involved a needle and a shot of some kind of liquid. She shuddered at the thought.
"Cold?" Bobby asked.
"Nah," she said. "Just a bad thought."
"Oh. Of what?"
She looked at him for the first time since he'd come over to talk to her. She tried to decide how much she should tell him.
"Mah nightmares," she finally replied.
"Ouch," Bobby said, trying to be sympathetic. "What are they about?"
"Mah lahfe 'fore Ah came here," she said. She decided to try to be vague, though she had a good suspicion that it would only lead to more questions; she was right.
"What was that like?" he asked, walking along with her as she moved down the line of choices for breakfast. He noticed she had gloves like Rogue's on when she reached for a carton of vanilla yogurt. He decided not to say anything about it…yet.
"Not very pleasant," she said as she reached for an apple.
"How's that?"
She turned to look at him again. "What's this? Twenty questions?"
"You bet," Bobby said with a smile. She rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn't tell. He wouldn't be able to even if she took her sunglasses off, unless he watched her eyelids.
"They tortured me," she stated flatly. "What Ah c'n remember anyways."
"Oh," he said, suddenly ashamed for being so curious.
"Yeah, oh," she said, a small smile on her lips. He saw that, and felt a little better.
"Hey, you want to sit with us?" he asked.
"Who's 'us'?"
"Well, Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, and me," he said as he pointed to the girls sitting across the room. They were all looking at them. She followed his point, and remembered Rogue. The other girls, she didn't know.
"Ah dunno," she said tentatively.
"Oh, c'mon," he said. "Where else ya gonna eat?"
He's got a point, she thought to herself.
"Aiight," she said, following him over to the table.
"Kitty, Jubes, Rogue, this is Ebony," Bobby said. "Ebony, this is Kitty, Jubilee, and Rogue."
"We've already met," Rogue said with a smile.
"Hey," the others said.
Ebony gave a small, shy smile. Bobby motioned for Jubilee to scoot over. Jubilee rolled her eyes, but moved over.
"So, how old are you?" Kitty asked.
By now, Ebony decided that all mutants were curious and asked a million questions before they could decide if they liked someone or not. Except Logan of course. He'd asked questions, but not like any of the other mutants she'd met here.
"Ah dunno," Ebony said as she opened her thing of yogurt. She was aware of the glances the friends shot each other.
"Where 're ya from?" Rogue asked.
"Somewhere in th' south," she replied. "Ah don' remember." Again she was aware of the glances.
"What's your real name?" Jubilee asked.
"Not sure," Ebony said. "All Ah c'n remember is 'Renee'. Not sure 'bout that though."
"I always like that name," Kitty said with a smile.
"It's okay, Ah guess," Ebony said with a shrug.
"Do you mind all these questions?" Bobby asked.
"Do Ah have a choice?" she responded with a small smile.
The others laughed quietly. They thought she meant it as a joke. They didn't realize she was serious about the fact that she didn't have a choice about how many questions everyone asked about here. She was just along for the ride.
"Ya lahke Pink Floyd?" Rogue asked, nodding towards Ebony's shirt.
"Yeah," Ebony said. "Summon always used ta play 'em, an' Ah came ta love 'em. Summon there gave me this shirt. Ah don' remember who though."
The four friends exchanged glances again. Ebony sighed, and took a big bite of her apple and crunched thoughtfully. It was times like this when she could remember bits and pieces of her life before she escaped months ago. She could remember almost every detail since her escape, except the few precious hours of sleep she managed to get here and there. But when she tried to remember her life before her freedom, all she had were random images of different things. Someone giving her a shot, someone playing Pink Floyd and Queen loudly, someone yelling at her for something she did or didn't do, and someone 'talking' in her head. She shuddered at the thought, and focused on the present.
"Why do you wear sunglasses all the time?" Bobby asked.
"So Ah don' scare people," she said, setting down her apple, bracing herself for the onslaught of questions to follow.
"How would you scare people?" Kitty asked.
"With mah ahyes." She knew the next question, so she decided to save them the trouble. "Mah ahyes are strange, and scare most people."
"Can we see?" Jubilee whispered.
Ebony sighed again. She should have known they were going to ask to see her eyes. Everyone always did. She used to oblige them, but stopped when she realized that almost everyone would look at her like a monster or run off screaming. She'd come to almost depend on wearing her sunglasses. Without them, she was constantly afraid of scaring someone. Long ago she had decided to save herself the pain and rejection and pretty much live in her glasses.
"Ya sure? Ah mean, Ah don' wanna scare ya," she said, looking at each of their faces.
"Oh, don't worry 'bout that, sugah," Rogue said. "Nothin's scarier then Logan in a bad mood."
The others laughed. Ebony smiled nervously.
"If yer sure," she said, giving them one last chance. They all nodded their consent their curiosity peaked. She slowly reached up and removed her sunglasses. She screamed in surprise when optic blasts shot from her eyes, destroying the table. She quickly closed her eyes. The others jumped from where they had been sitting, screams filled the air. She put her sunglasses back on, but didn't dare open her eyes; she didn't trust the glasses or her eyes.
It wasn't long before the screams alerted the adults. Scott had been walking down the hall towards the classroom when the screams erupted from the dining room. Startled, he ran into the room. He pushed his way through frightened students that had gathered around the disturbance. He stopped for a moment in shock when he saw what was left of the table. Rogue was clutching her arm, Kitty trying to help her get a piece of wood out of it. Jubilee was staring at the table. Bobby was standing over someone else.
Ebony, Scott thought. This is not good.
Scott walked over to Bobby, and crouched down in front of the frightened girl. He could tell that she had her eyes shut harshly behind her glasses. Bobby was trying to comfort her, but not succeeding. Tears were making their way out of the glasses.
"Ebony," Scott said softly. "It's Scott."
"Ah know," she said through her tears. "Ah sensed ya."
"Please come with me to the lab," he said. "We need to find out what caused this accident."
"Ah know," she whispered.
"Take my hand, I'll help you there," Scott said.
"Ah know what happened," she said. "Rogue needs ta go ta the lab more 'en Ah do."
Scott looked at her. She had her knees clutched to her chest, arms gripping her knees. She was rocking herself back and forth slowly. Her hair swayed lightly with her rocking. She stopped rocking for a second. Scott froze, not know what to expect. She sniffed, testing the as a dog would.
"Logan," she said. "Where are you?"
"Right here, kid," Logan said as he walked over to the three of them. "What happened?"
"She took off her glasses and blew away the table," Bobby said.
Logan looked over at the huddle of girls. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked Rogue.
"Ah'll be fahne," she said.
"They both should go to the lab," Scott said. Logan nodded.
"Ebony, darlin', come with me," Logan said. She made no effort to move. "Bobby, lemme see yer sweat shirt."
Bobby stared at him for a minute. What does he need my sweat shirt for?, he thought.
"Bobby!" Logan exclaimed. "Gimme yer damn sweat shirt!"
"Okay, okay," Bobby said. He quickly took it off and handed it to Logan. Logan hurriedly put it on, then lifted Ebony off the ground, careful not to touch her with his hands.
~`~`~`~
It was quiet. And Jean was enjoying it to its full extent. She would even go so far as to call it peaceful. Jean had come to realize that quiet was a rare thing to be cherished whenever it came wherever one was. She had also learned that quiet was especially hard to come by in the Xavior mansion. But like all good things, her treasured quiet was brought to an abrupt end. Jean looked up from the file she had been studying when someone came barging into the lab.
As she walked out into the examination room, she saw Scott walking with Rogue, who was looking down at her arm. She became alarmed when Logan came walking in with Ebony in her arms.
She's causing about as much trouble as Logan did when he first came here, Jean thought.
"What happened?" she asked.
"She lost control of her optic blasts apparently," Scott said.
"Oh, no," Jean said. "What happened?"
"She took off 'er glasses, and blew away th' table," Rogue said.
"What happened to your arm?" she asked, looking her arm, already moving over her tray of medical supplies.
"A piece flew up into it," Rogue said, wincing when Jean pulled out a small piece of wood.
"Looks like it needs a few stitches," Jean said. "That won't take too long."
After Rogue had been attended too, and given some pills to ease any pain that might occur, Jean turned her attentions to Ebony. The girl still hadn't opened her eyes since the accident. Logan had set her on one of the beds, her feet hanging over the edge.
"Ebony," Jean said softly, "I'm going to point you towards an object that won't be missed if the same thing happens again. I'm going to ask you to take your glasses off, okay?"
"No," Ebony said. "Ah cain't control it. Ah know that. There's no testin' ta do."
"How do you know?" Jean asked. Scott was listening intently as well.
"It's happened 'afore," she said.
"When?"
"Ah dunno," she replied. "'Afore Ah ran away."
"It's okay to open your eyes," Scott said. "The glasses will keep the blast from destroying anything."
"Uh-uh," Ebony said, shaking her head.
"What?" he asked, alarmed.
"It's too strong," she said. "Th' glasses ain't strong enough."
"They were earlier," Scott said, getting more and more worried. "Why aren't they now?"
She mumbled something only Logan could here, who still had yet to say anything.
"Shot?" Logan asked. "What're ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Shot?" Jean and Scott asked at the same time.
"Ah needa shot every three months to keep mah powers in control," she explained with a sigh.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Jean exclaimed.
"Ah didn' remember 'till now," Ebony said, lowering her head.
"How could you not remember?" Scott practically yelled.
"Scott, calm down," Jean said, laying a hand on his arm in silent comfort. "Why couldn't you remember Ebony?"
"Ah remember things in flashes," she said quietly. "When Ah put mah glasses back on, Ah remembered."
The room was silent for until the professor came into the room. Jean started to explain, but stopped when the professor held up a hand.
"I heard everything, Jean," he said, pointing to his head. Jean nodded.
"What do we do now?" Scott asked.
"Ebony, do you remember what kind of drug they gave you?"
She thought for a minute. She shook her head. "Ah don', sorry. They nevah told me th' name, just gave it to me."
The professor wheeled himself over to her. "Ebony," he said quietly, "I have to get inside your head to find out what kind of drug it was."
"No!" she whispered fiercely. "Ya, ya cain't."
"Why?" he asked in a soothing tone.
"Ya just cain't!" she said.
"What are you scared of?" he asked.
"Nuthin', ya just cain't go in mah head," she said.
"Do remember what happens when you don't get the drugs you need?" Scott asked.
Her brow creased in concentration. "Mah powers get outta control, so powerful Ah cain't control 'em," she whispered.
"Ebony, unless you let me inside your head to help you, I can't do anything," Charles said.
"Ah know," she said.
"Until we can find a way to get your powers under control, I'm going to have you kept sedated to keep yourself and others safe," he said.
"Aiight," she said. She frowned again. Charles could tell she was trying to think of something.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Ah just remembered sumthin," she said. "There 'as anothah mutant that took care ov me. Ah don' remember 'is name, but he 'as an odd guy. Blue, Ah think. An' hairy." She paused for a minute. "Ah dunno how much stock ta put in that, but it maght help. Ya think?"
"Maybe," Charles said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Just maybe."
To be continued…