Title: If you don't know, then I'm certainly not going to tell you!
Author: Eesa meesa, Blimey Dee Toad...
Chapter 5: The Discovery
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October 19, 2000-Mid Afternoon

Fayetteville, AR- The Master's Of Vengence Head Quarters (aka. a little house on Garland Ave., near the park.)

Clive paced the room nervously. He and the rest of the team had tried to nurse Lucy back to health, but she stayed unconscience. None of them were doctors, or had powers of a healing nature, and therefore were at a loss for what to do. The team all knew very well what would happen if Lucy was to not make it.

Lucy and Toby had been born at the same time, from the same birth-mother, Toby following Lucy by a matter of a minute and a half. Their birth-mother was distraught-she had given birth to a lizard. She commited suicide a little over a week later, feeling that she had given birth to the monster as a punishment from God. The father was unknown, so they were sent to live with their aunt. It was clear right off that they had some sort of a connection. When one would cry, even when the other was in another place, the other would cry. When they sat with each other, they would sit and stare at each other for hours, silent, like they were communicating mentally. Once, when Toby had fallen off of a fence and had gotten a concussion, Lucy passed out. They were connected, the same mental wave-length, the same life-force.

If Lucy died, Toby would soon follow suit.

Suddenly, Steve called for everyone to come to the den, where he was apparently watching TV. When everyone arrived, he pointed to the screen, where the news was currently playing.

"Dr. Henry McCoy, mutant geneticist and doctor, will be giving a speech in the University Of Arkansas's Mutant Research Center, on the topic of mutant rights, with a more scientific discussion later on, concerning the genetic make-up of mutants versus humans. This is expected to be a landmark discussion, planned with the upcoming vote on the Mutant Registration Act in mind. Visitors from neighboring states all over the south are expected to attend. In other news..."

Steve turned to the others. "This is our answer, ya'll! He, of all people, will know what to do."

"And how exactly do you expect we'll get to see him? I betcha anything, he'll be well-guarded, and won't have time to worry 'bout our little problem here. You know how them types are..." Jeff added.

Steve got an angry look on his face, and responded. "And so, what? We just sit here tomorrow, when he comes on through, and not do anything? Just sit on our asses, twiddlin' our thumbs, watching two of our friends die? No!" His eyes blurred with unshed tears. "If ya'll don't want to help me, I don't care. Screw ya'll. But I am *not* going to just sit around while Toby and Lucy may die."

The rest of the group dropped their heads. Finally, Clive spoke up. "Okay, me, Simon, and Steve will go to the speech. We'll take the kids to hopefully avoid another confrontation with Sinister-he won't attack in public, I hope. Well try to talk to him afterwards, see if he helps." He looked sadly up at the faces of his fellow teammates. "Anything right now is better than just watching 'em die."

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Hank McCoy, genius, geneticist, doctor, and member of the X-Men, had just finished his speech. There had been quite a turnout, and hardly anyone trying to ruin it. A success, he thought. He was proud of the fact that he may have helped in changing at least some people's minds about the Mutant Registration Act. Even if he changed only one biggot, he could sleep better tonight.

As he was making his way back to his car, trying to answer as many questions as possible, a group of teens caught his eye. One was of medium height, but of a bulky build. He had green hair, and wore sunglasses. He seemed to be keeping an eye on three small children, all wearing sunglasses as well, despite the overcast sky, and hoods. To either side of the green haired teen was a blonde teen, with a peach-fuzz goatee (don't know the spelling, so sue me... er, not you, Marvel), and a smaller teen, paler and thinner than the others, with jet-black, shoulder-length hair. The latter two were desparately trying to falg him down, so he made his way to them, apparently much to their relief.

"I noticed you were all trying to get my attention. May I inquire as to why?"

The green haired boy spoke up. "We were watching the news last night, and they mentioned you were a mutant doctor. We have a problem at home that we were hoping you could help us with." When Hank asked about the specifics, the teens told him that their injured friend had been in a fight (they decided to omit the name of the opponent, as well as the reason) and told him about their injuries, and the nature of Toby's and Lucy's mutation. Hank immediately agreed to help, and despite his inhibitions about giving strangers rides, he led them back to his car.

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In The Car, On The Way Home

The car was a limosine, a rental. The back was soundproof, so the driver wouldn't hear any of their conversation. This benefitted everyone.

Hank decided to ask the apparent leader, who turned out to be named Clive, some more specifics about the injuries obtained, and the condition of the patients. Somewhere between here and there, while Hank and Clive were too engrossed in conversation to notice, the three children had removed their sunglasses, despite Clive warning them earlier to keep them on no matter what.

Hank continued jotting down the information given to him in his notebook, until Clive had finished recounting everything he knew. Hank nodded when Clive finished, then turned to the other occupants of the vehicle. He immediately spotted the youngest child; red-on-black eyes contrasted with the tiny white and brown hairs starting to grow back on the top of his head, and the white tips of his brown eyebrows. The boy smiled at Hank, an eerily familiar lop-sided grin, which he immediately recognized.

"Oh my stars and garters..."

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