"Well that's done," remarked Scott as he entered the professor's study, where Jean and Xavier were already waiting for him.
"How were they?" asked Jean, referring to the three girls who had suddenly appeared in the mansion, and were now occupying the recovery room.
According to them, they had broken into the mansion looking for a phone, and had been caught unexpectedly when the X-men returned home. Wolverine, of course, had decided that violence and intimidation would be the best way to deal with them. The girls, of course, had retaliated, fearing that their lives were being threatened. Surprisingly, all of the girls were mutants, and although their story was most likely a fake, the professor had taken an instant interest in them and there well being. He was, after all, the professor.
"Scott?" she asked again at her husband's silence. He seemed to be lost in thought.
"Surprisingly, they're fine." he said at last, "I got there and they were just talking and giggling like regular teenagers. It's odd."
Jean thought so too, considering that just minutes before they had managed to provide no small challenge to seven key members of the X-men in combat.
"They do seem to be quite unique," said the professor, " which is the reason I've called you here in the first place. I would like your opinions on how we should handle this situation."
There was a small, contemplative silence in the room for a moment. Scott was the first to speak.
"It seems a little unfair to judge them at this point. We know so little about them, who they are, or where they come form..."
"Canada," Jean interrupted, "I'm almost certain they come from Canada. They made a comment about the Canadian army, and just in that we can draw a lot of conclusions." She looked out the window, forming thoughts in her head.
"Canadian army, you mean like Logan?" Asked Scott.
"Yes," Jean nodded, "Who else would know about the technique for making adamantium skeletons? It also explains how they managed to break into the mansion so easily, as well as her fighting skill, and..."
"Her mental stability?" Scott finished for her. During a battle with wolverine, the girl known as "Suzie" had gone into a fighting rage so furious she had almost killed even her own friends. It was just now that he was beginning to draw parallels between her and wolverine. There had been a time when Logan had been just as bad, if not worse. Bit by bit, he had improved, however Sabertooth, a former ally of wolverine, had been beyond the point of saving, and continued to live on as a beast-man who hated everything. The pressing question right now was, would Suzie turn out like Wolverine, or Sabertooth. The room was silent as each person considered this.
"There are also her two friends to consider." Said the professor. "Jean, you had some contact with them, what did you think?"
"As far as I can tell, the other two are quiet stable mentally, it's the physical side they need help with. The one, Tash, she didn't seem to be able to control her shape shifting ability that well, and as for the other one, Chris, I'm not sure she's a mutant at all. However they're both lovely girls, and both very loyal to their friend Suzie." Jean finished.
"Wait, didn't that last one blast Logan out of the closet at the beginning?" Asked Scott.
Jean shook her head. "Remy said he found stun-guns on her when he caught her. She may be just a run-away the other two bumped into."
"I doubt that," countered Scott, "she'd be dead right now after being struck with that electrical blast. What ever her powers are, she doesn't use them often, but I'm sure she has them."
A silence fell, and after a moment it seemed that there was nothing more to say. The professor spoke. "Thank you both, I shall consider your observations tomorrow when I question the girls further. For now, I'll let the two of you get some rest, it's quite late." And like that, the meeting was over. Jean and Scott got up to leave the room.
"Professor?" Jean asked before she shut the door. He turned to her.
"Make sure you get some sleep too." Jean said. They both knew he'd be up all night thinking about this otherwise.
"I promise," he said, "Good night."
