"He's evolving amazingly, Logan. So far, my attempts to probe his
mind have been unsuccessful. Maybe you should train with him," Professor
Xavier said in his usual comforting voice.
"Train with him? You don't even know what his powers are! How can you expect me to do anything for the kid if you can't? I'm no babysitter," Logan snapped.
The professor sighed, but before another attempt to convince Logan could be made, Dr. McCoy walked in. "Bright and good morning, gentlemen! I've been researching the new recruit's genetic information, and I believe you will find this quite fascinating." Beast produced a chart from the pocket of his lab coat. "Gregory possesses the X-gene where we all do, chromosome 20. However, his mutation was mutated, for lack of a better phrase, and two additional identifiable X-genes were found on chromosome 21 and 22, enhancing his mutation."
"That's peachy, Hank. But what ARE his powers?" Logan demanded.
Dr. McCoy sighed, disappointed at himself, "I'm afraid only the good professor could answer that."
"Or maybe someone who gets close to him. . ."
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"So, like, Kurt the new recruit is your roommate, right?" Rogue groaned slightly at Kitty's constant gossip. Usually she could zone it all out, but lately something had been bugging her, even she couldn't determine what is was. Deep in thought, the gothic girl sat quietly eating her lunch with Kitty and Kurt.
"Ja, Greg."
"That's like so cool! So, what's he like?"
"Ehh, I don't know. He's pretty quiet."
Too annoyed to remain reticent, Rogue burst out, "He's probably some sorta freak!" The image of him touching her the night before was haunting her. But it had no effect, there was no exchange-- in power or memories. Rogue had found herself terrified, not liberated by human contact; she couldn't explain why.
"He's seriously cute!" Kitty defended. "And he's probably nice."
"Vhy don't you find out for yourself?" Kurt asked and pointed to Greg, who was walking through the cafeteria with Scott.
"Hmmph! I will!" Kitty replied with a smile. She waved the two boys over to join them. "Hey, Scott. Hi! I'm Kitty!" she said perkily to the new boy.
He smiled politely, "Nice to meet you, Kitty. My name is Greg." Already, Kitty was gawking at him, admiringly. She probably would've stayed like that if Rogue didn't elbow her in the ribs. "Nice to see you again too, Rogue," he continued with his smile.
"So have you like recovered from Macho-Boy over here, Greg?" Kitty continued with a slight dirty look towards Scott.
"Yeah, it was all a misunderstanding. We're fine now, I think," he started to blush towards the end of his sentence as he noticed how Kitty was gazing at him. Luckily, she was interrupted by Scott.
"So what are your powers, Greg?"
"Well, the thing is, I don't really know for myself. It's kind of all over the place, but my first uhh 'evolution' was this." Greg reached out his open hand over the table. It glowed yellow briefly, then a can of Coke materialized. "It's the only thing that I can really control," he concluded and set the can down.
"That's like so amazing!" Kitty burst out after a gasp. She picked up the can of Coke to verify its reality and started drinking it (a/n uh oh not Kitty on sugar). "Can you make like anything?"
"Pretty much," he said with a smile again. This time it was different though; it was more charming than friendly. He pulled his hand out from under the table and opened it, revealing a pink rose. He handed it to Kitty, then walked away to class. Kitty could do nothing but turn the color of her gift, as Rogue just stared in disgust, but mostly jealousy.
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"Hey, Cowboy, come here," Logan ordered the new recruit to the danger room. As Greg approached, Logan continued, "Right. Since no one can figure out your mutation, I thought I'd get a little first-hand experience. So today's exercise with be with me," he finished by extracting his claws with a feral growl. Logan probably forgot that he was fighting a sixteen- year-old kid, not Sabertooth.
After the initial fear, Greg regrouped, transformed into Wolverine and extracted some claws of his own. "Very nice, kid. Let's see if you fight the way you look."
Logan was shocked at how evenly matched he was with the kid. Twice he had caught Greg by the claws and tried to shatter his imitation claws, but without success. They too were adamantium. Greg finally delivered a blow to the side of Logan's head, but before Logan was about to regain his senses, Greg disappeared in a poof of smoke, reappearing behind him, except now he was flying. "What the hell?" Logan muttered in amazement. His eyes glazed over white as the ground shook and lightning struck Logan. Wolverine yelled in agony as the lightning blasted him through the wall of the danger room, shaking in spasms from the electrocution. Once his seizures calmed, he managed to mumble, "Not half bad, cowboy."
"Train with him? You don't even know what his powers are! How can you expect me to do anything for the kid if you can't? I'm no babysitter," Logan snapped.
The professor sighed, but before another attempt to convince Logan could be made, Dr. McCoy walked in. "Bright and good morning, gentlemen! I've been researching the new recruit's genetic information, and I believe you will find this quite fascinating." Beast produced a chart from the pocket of his lab coat. "Gregory possesses the X-gene where we all do, chromosome 20. However, his mutation was mutated, for lack of a better phrase, and two additional identifiable X-genes were found on chromosome 21 and 22, enhancing his mutation."
"That's peachy, Hank. But what ARE his powers?" Logan demanded.
Dr. McCoy sighed, disappointed at himself, "I'm afraid only the good professor could answer that."
"Or maybe someone who gets close to him. . ."
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"So, like, Kurt the new recruit is your roommate, right?" Rogue groaned slightly at Kitty's constant gossip. Usually she could zone it all out, but lately something had been bugging her, even she couldn't determine what is was. Deep in thought, the gothic girl sat quietly eating her lunch with Kitty and Kurt.
"Ja, Greg."
"That's like so cool! So, what's he like?"
"Ehh, I don't know. He's pretty quiet."
Too annoyed to remain reticent, Rogue burst out, "He's probably some sorta freak!" The image of him touching her the night before was haunting her. But it had no effect, there was no exchange-- in power or memories. Rogue had found herself terrified, not liberated by human contact; she couldn't explain why.
"He's seriously cute!" Kitty defended. "And he's probably nice."
"Vhy don't you find out for yourself?" Kurt asked and pointed to Greg, who was walking through the cafeteria with Scott.
"Hmmph! I will!" Kitty replied with a smile. She waved the two boys over to join them. "Hey, Scott. Hi! I'm Kitty!" she said perkily to the new boy.
He smiled politely, "Nice to meet you, Kitty. My name is Greg." Already, Kitty was gawking at him, admiringly. She probably would've stayed like that if Rogue didn't elbow her in the ribs. "Nice to see you again too, Rogue," he continued with his smile.
"So have you like recovered from Macho-Boy over here, Greg?" Kitty continued with a slight dirty look towards Scott.
"Yeah, it was all a misunderstanding. We're fine now, I think," he started to blush towards the end of his sentence as he noticed how Kitty was gazing at him. Luckily, she was interrupted by Scott.
"So what are your powers, Greg?"
"Well, the thing is, I don't really know for myself. It's kind of all over the place, but my first uhh 'evolution' was this." Greg reached out his open hand over the table. It glowed yellow briefly, then a can of Coke materialized. "It's the only thing that I can really control," he concluded and set the can down.
"That's like so amazing!" Kitty burst out after a gasp. She picked up the can of Coke to verify its reality and started drinking it (a/n uh oh not Kitty on sugar). "Can you make like anything?"
"Pretty much," he said with a smile again. This time it was different though; it was more charming than friendly. He pulled his hand out from under the table and opened it, revealing a pink rose. He handed it to Kitty, then walked away to class. Kitty could do nothing but turn the color of her gift, as Rogue just stared in disgust, but mostly jealousy.
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"Hey, Cowboy, come here," Logan ordered the new recruit to the danger room. As Greg approached, Logan continued, "Right. Since no one can figure out your mutation, I thought I'd get a little first-hand experience. So today's exercise with be with me," he finished by extracting his claws with a feral growl. Logan probably forgot that he was fighting a sixteen- year-old kid, not Sabertooth.
After the initial fear, Greg regrouped, transformed into Wolverine and extracted some claws of his own. "Very nice, kid. Let's see if you fight the way you look."
Logan was shocked at how evenly matched he was with the kid. Twice he had caught Greg by the claws and tried to shatter his imitation claws, but without success. They too were adamantium. Greg finally delivered a blow to the side of Logan's head, but before Logan was about to regain his senses, Greg disappeared in a poof of smoke, reappearing behind him, except now he was flying. "What the hell?" Logan muttered in amazement. His eyes glazed over white as the ground shook and lightning struck Logan. Wolverine yelled in agony as the lightning blasted him through the wall of the danger room, shaking in spasms from the electrocution. Once his seizures calmed, he managed to mumble, "Not half bad, cowboy."