Fred and Todd looked concerned, but all Lance could do was stare at her, willing her to wake up.
"What do we do?" Fred asked, looking at Lance.
"Heads up, yo," Todd said, glancing over at the X-Men, who were getting up and heading in their direction.
"Dammit, Alandra, wake up," Lance whispered, as he saw them.
"You can't tell me what to do," muttered a weak Alandra.
"What did you do to her?" Scott demanded. Jean was behind him, followed by some of the others.
He was cut off by the 'principal', who rushed over. "Fred, carry her. Lance, Pietro, Todd-explain what happened." And they headed off to the infirmary.
***
Alandra woke up, startled. "Where the heck am I?" She almost shouted, examining the room desperately. She was in a small room, which made her feel like she was in a closet. Lance was the only one in the room, excluding herself, and was gently holding her hand, asleep. She propped herself up on her elbow.
"Lance! Lance, wake up! Lance!" Alandra shouted, squeezing his hand tightly, hoping he'd wake up.
His eyes flew open, recoiled his hand, and stood up. "You're-You're awake," he stammered.
"Or am I just dreaming? Or maybe it's YOU that's dreaming," she said, a grin forming on her face as she teased him. "So what happened? How long have I been out of it?"
He started pacing the small room, running a hand through his hair.
When he didn't respond, Alandra sat up completely. "Lance, are you going to answer me or not?" she snapped.
He took a seat in the old, white plastic chair. "You've been out of it for a few ours. Mystique is going to keep you home tomorrow, and Magneto's going to see if you're alright."
"So why did I pass out?" she asked eagerly, hoping to find out the cause.
She studied him for a moment. He looked kind of cute in his own way, exhausted. Stunned at the thought she just had, she forced herself to focus on what he was saying.
"-doesn't know, but Magneto probably does. He might run some tests."
"And you? Why're you here?"
"Couldn't sleep," he responded simply.
"Yeah, a plastic chair's gotta be more comfortable than a bed." She smiled, but the look in his eyes made her heart pound.
"Alandra," he said quietly, "I...--"
Mystique burst in.
"...have to go." He got up, slipping around Mystique, muttering something. She watched him leave, and when he closed the door, her attention snapped to Mystique.
"What's going on? What happened? Why did I pass out?" She leaned forward, swinging her feet over the side.
Mystique avoided my question. "You'll have to talk to Magneto," she muttered, busying herself with something out of Alandra's sight. She closed a cabinet door, and walked to the door. "Go to sleep." She flicked the light switch, and walked out.
She contemplated sleeping in her room, but then figured Magneto would arrive early and raise hell because she wasn't in the 'closet' room.
