Last part of this Story!
Scott waited near the jeep. He hated waiting, but some one had to be there if one of the others found Jennifer and called in. Even though it was logical, he still found himself very impatient. What if there was trouble and he couldn't help the others out of it?
Scott was so engrossed and tensed waiting for a call, he jumped when his communicator finally did go off. He fumbled with the machine for a moment before finally being able to turn it onto TALK. "Yeah, I'm here." Scott said, feeling relieved.
"Scott, it's me, Kurt. I've found Jennifer...er, Lark rather." he said after a slight pause. Scott could hear a muffled female sounding voice in the back round.
"Lark? Who in the world is that?" Scott said, feeling slightly perturbed. Why did this seem harder than it should have been?
"It's a long story. But it doesn't matter, ve haf our girl. I'm going to the jeep with her now. Is there anyone near by to see me teleport?" Kurt said. Scott looked around. It was only two o'clock, school was still in session and so was work. The streets only had a few cars parked on it. It almost seemed eerie in a way, but there was no one in sight.
"No, no one's here to see it. But Kurt, if she touches you..." Scott trailed off. He didn't want to be a jerk, but if Jennifer...or rather Lark or whatever this girl's name was touched Kurt, she'd feel fur. And even if the sight of a blue, furry looking elf went unnoticed, the scream of a sixteen year old girl wouldn't.
"Nein Scott, she's already seen me vithout the hologram, it's ok."
"All right, if you're sure.... I'll call the others. We should all be here to try to explain things to her." Scott said, and after an affirmative answer from Kurt, Scott went ahead and contacted everyone, Jean being the first. Even if no one else was there, Scott wanted Jean to be. Jean was without a doubt the best person to handle new mutants.
His thoughts were so engrossing, he didn't even realize Jean and Kitty were there already. Kitty was already asking where Jennifer was, and Jean had the same question just seconds after Kitty voiced it.
"Kurt's coming with her. I think he's giving us some time to assemble before he brings her to us." Scott said, waking up a bit. As he spoke, Logan and Evan came up, along with Rogue.
"Sorry man, no luck in finding Jennifer." Evan said. Scott shook his head and told them that Kurt had found her.
"Wow, go 'Crawler. Where did he find her?" Evan asked, looking around.
"No idea. In the woods I think. We'll have to ---" But Scott was cut off. A loud bamf! sound slightly echoed with a slight scent of brimstone after it. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Evan, Rogue, and Logan all looked up to see Kurt with a girl.
'This must be Jennifer. Or Lark. Whichever.' Scott thought to himself as the girl looked around, bewildered. She was pretty, no doubt about that. But it was her eyes that would really catch someone's attention. They were a dark goldish-green, and right now very wide.
"Everyone, this is Jennifer 'Lark' Owens." Kurt said to break the awkward silence. 'Lark' looked around and smiled a little nervously.
"Um... hi." she said. Inside, Lark was cursing herself to high heaven. Why did she feel so shy suddenly. The only reason she could think of that made any sense was that she was suddenly not afraid to meet these people, knowing what they were and she knew they knew what she was.
"Lark, this is Jean, Scott, Kitty, Evan, Rogue, and Logan." Kurt said, and each one of them giving her a slight smile, except Logan, who just nodded. Lark didn't seem offended. Logan's personality was slightly gruff. But that was just him.
Jean stepped forward a bit. "Hi Jennifer. I want you to know that we aren't here to hurt you at all. We know how you're feeling. We've all been there before." Evan nodded in agreement. Lark fought down a blanch. Had any of them hurt other people before?
"Thank you.... I won't fight you. I think I'd like to see this institute. But can you all please call me Lark? My father gave me the name and.... It...it just fits me better than Jennifer." she asked. At first, she had been a little wary of telling them what her real name was. But with people named 'Kitty' and 'Rogue', there really shouldn't be a problem.
"All right, Lark. Let me call the professor, and we can go talk to your family." Jean said before closing her eyes and placing her hands to her temple. Lark was about to ask if Jean had a headache, but something told her that wasn't it. Seeing the confused look on her face, Scott walked over to her.
"Jean's telepathic, so is the professor. Jean can also levitate things. The professor can explain things a lot better than any of us can."
Lark nodded, swallowing. Now she was nervous about David.... How odd it was that forty minutes ago her only thought was of him not being hurt, and now she was back to fearing him. Or rather, what he would do about the matter.
'I worked so hard in keeping this a secret....I don't want him to find out.' Lark thought, her brows furrowed while Jean conversed with this 'professor' of theirs. Kurt came over and put a hand on her shoulder. She startled slightly from the combination of feeling only three long fingers and the fact that she wasn't expecting anything to touch her. he smiled to her and squeezed her shoulder lightly. "Eet'll be all right, Lark." Lark nodded and smiled gratefully, but that still didn't change the fact that David was going to have a meltdown.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"NO! Absolutely not! No! I refuse to have my sister going to a school for freaks! She is not like...like...like you!" David shrieked. His face was a new shade of purple that Lark had to marvel at for a while. The entire situation was pandemonium. In a corner with Jean, sat Professor Charles Xavier, who Lark had liked almost instantly. He was a no-nonsense sort of person, but she could tell he was also fatherly and compassionate.
His wheelchair was positioned comfortably between the coffee table and couch. Anne was sitting in the arm chair, holding her head and murmuring under her breath about how this had to be her fault somehow. Amber was sitting next to Lark, looking scared and little. That shocked Lark almost more than anything. Ever since Amber had been nine, she had developed this pre-teen 'attitude' that not even Lark had at the age of sixteen. But now the eleven year old just looked like a helpless little girl.
David was pacing back and forth, shouting so loudly, Lark was sure the neighbors were going to hear him and call Bedlam. "I know your types, you mutants! No way on God's green earth am I going to let my sister go there! She isn't a freak!"
Lark stood up suddenly, so suddenly, she wasn't aware of doing it until she was fully up. "Excuse me a moment, David Alexander Owens! But who do you think you are talking to, one of your whack-off buddies?" Lark said, fully outraged. Of course, Lark had never seen David with any 'whack-off buddies'. She'd never seen him really go out with friends. Just a few study dates and that was it. But he had gone too far.
"And for your information, they aren't 'freaks' and neither am I! Professor Xavier is a real doctor, some one with more education than you have, and the common sense to prove it!" It was true, Lark admitted to herself. As much as she had become nervous around David, she still loved him and didn't like insulting him, but really! Freaks, for crying out loud! Professor X hadn't said anything until now. But he calmly intervened as David was shocked into silence.
"Mr. Owens," he began politely and under control (so much so that Lark was dually impressed), "this is a school for the gifted, not a medicine side-show. Our facilities are fully equipped to treat and help develop your sister's abilities. I assure you, it is perfectly safe."
David fumed silently while thinking of more excuses while Anne finally lifted her head up to the professor. Lark was surprised to see tear streaked lines down her face. Anne had gone slightly pale at the sight of Lark walking in with Jean and the professor, but now she was positively bleached. "What will happen to my baby, Mr. Xavier." she asked shakily, not comprehending it all yet.
"Absolutely nothing of harm, my dear lady, I assure you." The professor said calmly. Lark just wanted to die. David was too loud, Amber wasn't saying anything and Anne was having a breakdown.
And it occurred to Lark that it was -her- life after all. So she might want to say something.
"Excuse me..." she said as David started ranting again. "Excuse me!" She said a little louder. "I know this may seem unimportant at the moment, but it is my life we're talking about...and I want to go." she said, everyone looking at her.
David looked right at her, his eyes like daggers. "Never. I forbid it!" Now both Anna and Lark looked at David with shock.
"David, we aren't going to take your sister away, just to a place where she can develop her powers...." Jean started in soothingly, but David cut her off.
"I said never! She is not one of you, she's--"
"Yes I am David. I -am- one of them. I always have been. It's no one's fault, it's just what happened!" Lark interrupted. Anne stood up and took her oldest daughter's arm.
"Jenny... are you sure?"
And this was the one time Lark didn't say not to call her 'Jenny'. Suddenly it seemed harder to leave. But the memory of what happened earlier in the day at school started dissolving that. Lark nodded. "Yes Mama, I have to. It isn't safe here, not for me it isn't."
David looked at her. Just -looked-. "If you walk out of this house, don't bother ever coming back Jennifer."
Anne and Jean both gasped while Amber's eyes widened. Lark didn't know how the professor looked, because she had set her jaw in a resilient stare to David. "As you like it." she replied coldly, but inside she was fighting down the urge to cry.
"David! You don't mean that!" Anne cried out. Lark knew that he did. But she also knew that David had no idea what would be awaiting her the next morning if she staid. She silently looked at David, almost hoping he'd relent....But nothing happened. He just stared at her with cold, dead blue eyes.
With a silent sigh, Lark headed to her room, and began packing. Within a few moments, Jean came in to help her. Lark figured that Wolverine would be getting antsy right about now. She also knew she couldn't take a lot.
Something wet hit the suitcase and Lark realized she was crying. She hated to cry, with all her heart, she hated to cry. It showed weakness, and right now, Lark couldn't afford that. So she swallowed hard and finished getting her clothing into the suitcase. She also looked around and choose the bear Amber had bought for her a few years ago for her birthday. It was terry cloth and so soft and sweet because it came from Amber....
Not saying their relationship was perfect. They squabbled and fought over dumb things, like bathroom rights and such. And once, when Amber was four, she ate Lark's math homework. Literally.
But now it seemed far away, and Lark had to leave. The last item she packed aside from her black laptop, was her violin. It was possibly the only thing save for her computer that was of valuable, money worth. It was a beautiful piece of work, white as ivory (but actually bleached dogwood, much to Lark's relief) with green ivy leaves working up the framework out of wood. The bow was unbleached dogwood, and polished as well as the rest of the instrument.
After that, she turned to Jean. "That's all, I think." she said quietly. Jean nodded and picked one suitcase up and with the professor, started for the door. David was there, staring cold ice-daggers into her. Anne hugged Lark tightly, almost sobbing.
"Oh, Jenny... I...I never really understood you. I tried, but it just...it just never worked."
Lark nodded, and took a breath. "I know... I could have tried harder too, Mama." Anne nodded, and there was nothing else to say. Kurt came forward with Evan and took the rest of the baggage and packed it away snuggly. Lark looked ofr Amber, but thought the little girl may have staid inside.
But Lark was wrong, after a few moments, Amber came running out, crying. Her short brown hair was mussed and she hugged Lark tighter than she ever had before. "Please don't go Lark! Please, I won't use all the hot water anymore, I'll stay out of your stuff and your room, just please don't leave me...!"
The rest of Lark's resolve melted and she knelt down the Lark and Amber held each other tightly, and Lark felt tears running harder down her cheeks. "I have to go Amber...I love you, but it's not safe for me here anymore. They know who...what I am." Amber stood there, lower lip trembling.
Kurt went to Amber and spoke gently. "Amber, mein name ees Kurt, and I promise you, I'll take good care of her for you. But sometimes, ve have to leave the people ve love for a little vhile, to make sure they are safe. Do you understand vas I'm saying?"
Amber looked up and nodded softly. "You're saying Lark has to go away, but...can she come back?"
"Yes Amber, and you can come and visit her any time. That goes for all of your family." Professor X spoke up. After everything was packed and goodbyes said (mainly between Lark and Amber), Lark promised Amber that as soon as things were settled, Amber could visit for a weekend.
Only David remained as Scott started the jeep. "Remember what I said, Jennifer. You can never come back here."
Kurt placed a hand on Lark's shoulder and tried to gently pull her away, but Lark stood firm. "Why would I want to?" and then she turned and went with Kurt. Once inside the jeep, Lark turned again and yelled to David, "Oh, and by the way. My name is Lark Owens. Jennifer died today. There is only Lark left."
David said something, but it was lost in the roar of the motor. Settling back between Kurt and Evan, Lark thought of all that had happened in the last few hours. Twilight was setting, the dark blue overtaking the hues of gold and red. It was about seven o'clock, but despite that, Lark was exhausted.
"Lark, in a few days, once you're settled, we'll enroll you in Bayville High and clases set up." Professor X said from the front where his wheelchair would fit. "We'll also start on control lessons tomorrow."
Lark nodded. "Thank you Professor. For everything." Lark turned her head towards Kurt as well and felt a surge of warmth to the boy. "You too, Kurt Wagner. Thank you for finding me. You saved me."
Kurt grinned to her. "Nein, Lark. Someone would have found you from our team."
Lark nodded and shrugged. "Maybe. But I'm glad that you did in the long run."
"Me too."
Then they settled back for the ride, watching the sky darken as Lark said goodbye to Jennifer's old life and hello to Lark's new life.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello? Yes, it's me. She's gone, just left with the other freaks, I saw her though the binoculars. No, I didn't fire, the little girl, Amber, was too close. David would have gone ballistic if I had....Mmm? Oh, no, we're not beat yet. There are tress and bushes and other places in Bayville. Lark can't stay on her guard forever. The, we'll kill her and try for some other muties as well."
Finis
This isn't the end of the series, look for the other one, under my authors name. Not sure what the title will be yet, working on it! Thank for your reveiws! ---Sunny
Scott waited near the jeep. He hated waiting, but some one had to be there if one of the others found Jennifer and called in. Even though it was logical, he still found himself very impatient. What if there was trouble and he couldn't help the others out of it?
Scott was so engrossed and tensed waiting for a call, he jumped when his communicator finally did go off. He fumbled with the machine for a moment before finally being able to turn it onto TALK. "Yeah, I'm here." Scott said, feeling relieved.
"Scott, it's me, Kurt. I've found Jennifer...er, Lark rather." he said after a slight pause. Scott could hear a muffled female sounding voice in the back round.
"Lark? Who in the world is that?" Scott said, feeling slightly perturbed. Why did this seem harder than it should have been?
"It's a long story. But it doesn't matter, ve haf our girl. I'm going to the jeep with her now. Is there anyone near by to see me teleport?" Kurt said. Scott looked around. It was only two o'clock, school was still in session and so was work. The streets only had a few cars parked on it. It almost seemed eerie in a way, but there was no one in sight.
"No, no one's here to see it. But Kurt, if she touches you..." Scott trailed off. He didn't want to be a jerk, but if Jennifer...or rather Lark or whatever this girl's name was touched Kurt, she'd feel fur. And even if the sight of a blue, furry looking elf went unnoticed, the scream of a sixteen year old girl wouldn't.
"Nein Scott, she's already seen me vithout the hologram, it's ok."
"All right, if you're sure.... I'll call the others. We should all be here to try to explain things to her." Scott said, and after an affirmative answer from Kurt, Scott went ahead and contacted everyone, Jean being the first. Even if no one else was there, Scott wanted Jean to be. Jean was without a doubt the best person to handle new mutants.
His thoughts were so engrossing, he didn't even realize Jean and Kitty were there already. Kitty was already asking where Jennifer was, and Jean had the same question just seconds after Kitty voiced it.
"Kurt's coming with her. I think he's giving us some time to assemble before he brings her to us." Scott said, waking up a bit. As he spoke, Logan and Evan came up, along with Rogue.
"Sorry man, no luck in finding Jennifer." Evan said. Scott shook his head and told them that Kurt had found her.
"Wow, go 'Crawler. Where did he find her?" Evan asked, looking around.
"No idea. In the woods I think. We'll have to ---" But Scott was cut off. A loud bamf! sound slightly echoed with a slight scent of brimstone after it. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Evan, Rogue, and Logan all looked up to see Kurt with a girl.
'This must be Jennifer. Or Lark. Whichever.' Scott thought to himself as the girl looked around, bewildered. She was pretty, no doubt about that. But it was her eyes that would really catch someone's attention. They were a dark goldish-green, and right now very wide.
"Everyone, this is Jennifer 'Lark' Owens." Kurt said to break the awkward silence. 'Lark' looked around and smiled a little nervously.
"Um... hi." she said. Inside, Lark was cursing herself to high heaven. Why did she feel so shy suddenly. The only reason she could think of that made any sense was that she was suddenly not afraid to meet these people, knowing what they were and she knew they knew what she was.
"Lark, this is Jean, Scott, Kitty, Evan, Rogue, and Logan." Kurt said, and each one of them giving her a slight smile, except Logan, who just nodded. Lark didn't seem offended. Logan's personality was slightly gruff. But that was just him.
Jean stepped forward a bit. "Hi Jennifer. I want you to know that we aren't here to hurt you at all. We know how you're feeling. We've all been there before." Evan nodded in agreement. Lark fought down a blanch. Had any of them hurt other people before?
"Thank you.... I won't fight you. I think I'd like to see this institute. But can you all please call me Lark? My father gave me the name and.... It...it just fits me better than Jennifer." she asked. At first, she had been a little wary of telling them what her real name was. But with people named 'Kitty' and 'Rogue', there really shouldn't be a problem.
"All right, Lark. Let me call the professor, and we can go talk to your family." Jean said before closing her eyes and placing her hands to her temple. Lark was about to ask if Jean had a headache, but something told her that wasn't it. Seeing the confused look on her face, Scott walked over to her.
"Jean's telepathic, so is the professor. Jean can also levitate things. The professor can explain things a lot better than any of us can."
Lark nodded, swallowing. Now she was nervous about David.... How odd it was that forty minutes ago her only thought was of him not being hurt, and now she was back to fearing him. Or rather, what he would do about the matter.
'I worked so hard in keeping this a secret....I don't want him to find out.' Lark thought, her brows furrowed while Jean conversed with this 'professor' of theirs. Kurt came over and put a hand on her shoulder. She startled slightly from the combination of feeling only three long fingers and the fact that she wasn't expecting anything to touch her. he smiled to her and squeezed her shoulder lightly. "Eet'll be all right, Lark." Lark nodded and smiled gratefully, but that still didn't change the fact that David was going to have a meltdown.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"NO! Absolutely not! No! I refuse to have my sister going to a school for freaks! She is not like...like...like you!" David shrieked. His face was a new shade of purple that Lark had to marvel at for a while. The entire situation was pandemonium. In a corner with Jean, sat Professor Charles Xavier, who Lark had liked almost instantly. He was a no-nonsense sort of person, but she could tell he was also fatherly and compassionate.
His wheelchair was positioned comfortably between the coffee table and couch. Anne was sitting in the arm chair, holding her head and murmuring under her breath about how this had to be her fault somehow. Amber was sitting next to Lark, looking scared and little. That shocked Lark almost more than anything. Ever since Amber had been nine, she had developed this pre-teen 'attitude' that not even Lark had at the age of sixteen. But now the eleven year old just looked like a helpless little girl.
David was pacing back and forth, shouting so loudly, Lark was sure the neighbors were going to hear him and call Bedlam. "I know your types, you mutants! No way on God's green earth am I going to let my sister go there! She isn't a freak!"
Lark stood up suddenly, so suddenly, she wasn't aware of doing it until she was fully up. "Excuse me a moment, David Alexander Owens! But who do you think you are talking to, one of your whack-off buddies?" Lark said, fully outraged. Of course, Lark had never seen David with any 'whack-off buddies'. She'd never seen him really go out with friends. Just a few study dates and that was it. But he had gone too far.
"And for your information, they aren't 'freaks' and neither am I! Professor Xavier is a real doctor, some one with more education than you have, and the common sense to prove it!" It was true, Lark admitted to herself. As much as she had become nervous around David, she still loved him and didn't like insulting him, but really! Freaks, for crying out loud! Professor X hadn't said anything until now. But he calmly intervened as David was shocked into silence.
"Mr. Owens," he began politely and under control (so much so that Lark was dually impressed), "this is a school for the gifted, not a medicine side-show. Our facilities are fully equipped to treat and help develop your sister's abilities. I assure you, it is perfectly safe."
David fumed silently while thinking of more excuses while Anne finally lifted her head up to the professor. Lark was surprised to see tear streaked lines down her face. Anne had gone slightly pale at the sight of Lark walking in with Jean and the professor, but now she was positively bleached. "What will happen to my baby, Mr. Xavier." she asked shakily, not comprehending it all yet.
"Absolutely nothing of harm, my dear lady, I assure you." The professor said calmly. Lark just wanted to die. David was too loud, Amber wasn't saying anything and Anne was having a breakdown.
And it occurred to Lark that it was -her- life after all. So she might want to say something.
"Excuse me..." she said as David started ranting again. "Excuse me!" She said a little louder. "I know this may seem unimportant at the moment, but it is my life we're talking about...and I want to go." she said, everyone looking at her.
David looked right at her, his eyes like daggers. "Never. I forbid it!" Now both Anna and Lark looked at David with shock.
"David, we aren't going to take your sister away, just to a place where she can develop her powers...." Jean started in soothingly, but David cut her off.
"I said never! She is not one of you, she's--"
"Yes I am David. I -am- one of them. I always have been. It's no one's fault, it's just what happened!" Lark interrupted. Anne stood up and took her oldest daughter's arm.
"Jenny... are you sure?"
And this was the one time Lark didn't say not to call her 'Jenny'. Suddenly it seemed harder to leave. But the memory of what happened earlier in the day at school started dissolving that. Lark nodded. "Yes Mama, I have to. It isn't safe here, not for me it isn't."
David looked at her. Just -looked-. "If you walk out of this house, don't bother ever coming back Jennifer."
Anne and Jean both gasped while Amber's eyes widened. Lark didn't know how the professor looked, because she had set her jaw in a resilient stare to David. "As you like it." she replied coldly, but inside she was fighting down the urge to cry.
"David! You don't mean that!" Anne cried out. Lark knew that he did. But she also knew that David had no idea what would be awaiting her the next morning if she staid. She silently looked at David, almost hoping he'd relent....But nothing happened. He just stared at her with cold, dead blue eyes.
With a silent sigh, Lark headed to her room, and began packing. Within a few moments, Jean came in to help her. Lark figured that Wolverine would be getting antsy right about now. She also knew she couldn't take a lot.
Something wet hit the suitcase and Lark realized she was crying. She hated to cry, with all her heart, she hated to cry. It showed weakness, and right now, Lark couldn't afford that. So she swallowed hard and finished getting her clothing into the suitcase. She also looked around and choose the bear Amber had bought for her a few years ago for her birthday. It was terry cloth and so soft and sweet because it came from Amber....
Not saying their relationship was perfect. They squabbled and fought over dumb things, like bathroom rights and such. And once, when Amber was four, she ate Lark's math homework. Literally.
But now it seemed far away, and Lark had to leave. The last item she packed aside from her black laptop, was her violin. It was possibly the only thing save for her computer that was of valuable, money worth. It was a beautiful piece of work, white as ivory (but actually bleached dogwood, much to Lark's relief) with green ivy leaves working up the framework out of wood. The bow was unbleached dogwood, and polished as well as the rest of the instrument.
After that, she turned to Jean. "That's all, I think." she said quietly. Jean nodded and picked one suitcase up and with the professor, started for the door. David was there, staring cold ice-daggers into her. Anne hugged Lark tightly, almost sobbing.
"Oh, Jenny... I...I never really understood you. I tried, but it just...it just never worked."
Lark nodded, and took a breath. "I know... I could have tried harder too, Mama." Anne nodded, and there was nothing else to say. Kurt came forward with Evan and took the rest of the baggage and packed it away snuggly. Lark looked ofr Amber, but thought the little girl may have staid inside.
But Lark was wrong, after a few moments, Amber came running out, crying. Her short brown hair was mussed and she hugged Lark tighter than she ever had before. "Please don't go Lark! Please, I won't use all the hot water anymore, I'll stay out of your stuff and your room, just please don't leave me...!"
The rest of Lark's resolve melted and she knelt down the Lark and Amber held each other tightly, and Lark felt tears running harder down her cheeks. "I have to go Amber...I love you, but it's not safe for me here anymore. They know who...what I am." Amber stood there, lower lip trembling.
Kurt went to Amber and spoke gently. "Amber, mein name ees Kurt, and I promise you, I'll take good care of her for you. But sometimes, ve have to leave the people ve love for a little vhile, to make sure they are safe. Do you understand vas I'm saying?"
Amber looked up and nodded softly. "You're saying Lark has to go away, but...can she come back?"
"Yes Amber, and you can come and visit her any time. That goes for all of your family." Professor X spoke up. After everything was packed and goodbyes said (mainly between Lark and Amber), Lark promised Amber that as soon as things were settled, Amber could visit for a weekend.
Only David remained as Scott started the jeep. "Remember what I said, Jennifer. You can never come back here."
Kurt placed a hand on Lark's shoulder and tried to gently pull her away, but Lark stood firm. "Why would I want to?" and then she turned and went with Kurt. Once inside the jeep, Lark turned again and yelled to David, "Oh, and by the way. My name is Lark Owens. Jennifer died today. There is only Lark left."
David said something, but it was lost in the roar of the motor. Settling back between Kurt and Evan, Lark thought of all that had happened in the last few hours. Twilight was setting, the dark blue overtaking the hues of gold and red. It was about seven o'clock, but despite that, Lark was exhausted.
"Lark, in a few days, once you're settled, we'll enroll you in Bayville High and clases set up." Professor X said from the front where his wheelchair would fit. "We'll also start on control lessons tomorrow."
Lark nodded. "Thank you Professor. For everything." Lark turned her head towards Kurt as well and felt a surge of warmth to the boy. "You too, Kurt Wagner. Thank you for finding me. You saved me."
Kurt grinned to her. "Nein, Lark. Someone would have found you from our team."
Lark nodded and shrugged. "Maybe. But I'm glad that you did in the long run."
"Me too."
Then they settled back for the ride, watching the sky darken as Lark said goodbye to Jennifer's old life and hello to Lark's new life.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello? Yes, it's me. She's gone, just left with the other freaks, I saw her though the binoculars. No, I didn't fire, the little girl, Amber, was too close. David would have gone ballistic if I had....Mmm? Oh, no, we're not beat yet. There are tress and bushes and other places in Bayville. Lark can't stay on her guard forever. The, we'll kill her and try for some other muties as well."
Finis
This isn't the end of the series, look for the other one, under my authors name. Not sure what the title will be yet, working on it! Thank for your reveiws! ---Sunny
