A/N: I don't own X-Men. Or Wolverine. Not for lack of wishing, but there ya
go. So don't bother suing me, 'cos I have no money. Emma IS mine, so leave
her alone. This is set in the first series, because that's what I'm
watching right now. Forgive me if I get anything heinously wrong. Anything
written //between these// is a character thought, okay? Have fun... And
REVIEW!!!
Early Friday afternoon. A car roared along a quiet country road. It was old, but well kept, and its black paint shone. The windows were tinted, so none could see inside. The car slowed as it entered a large set of gates. The plaque read:
The Xavier institute for gifted youngsters
The car parked in front of the largest building and the door opened. Denim clad legs swung out, followed by a female torso in a tight black short sleeved shirt, then a head. She had short, straight blonde hair, and green eyes. Her hair was parted in such a way that it fell across her right cheek, concealing it almost entirely. She closed the car door and locked it. She looked around for a moment, before spying a couple of teens standing near.
She asked for directions to Professor Xavier's office. After a nod and a smile of thanks for their help, she started up the steps. Behind her back, one of the teens grinned and pointed his hand to a step in the woman's path. A thin sheet of ice formed, almost invisible, but enough to make the woman slip. They both watched eagerly as she approached the trap. Just as her foot was about to descend on the step, she hesitated.
She turned to look at the teenagers, and smirked before stepping over the trap.
**********
Charles was not in his office, which she thought was odd. He knew she was coming. //Well, if he isn't here, then it's probably important.// She tried to be patient, but it just wasn't one of her skills. She wandered around the office, fiddling with small things, leafing through books.
Eventually he returned, accompanied by an african-american woman with pure white hair.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ororo and I had something to take care of."
"Yes I can imagine. All these teenagers must keep you very busy. How have you been, uncle?"
"As well as can be expected. And please don't call me that. It makes me feel old. Ororo, this is my niece, Emma Marko. The new teacher."
The woman smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much about you."
"And I'm sure none of it's flattering. My uncle has a way of... twisting the truth."
"Hmm, perhaps." The professor smiled. "I'm sure you want to get settled in. Ororo, could you give Emma a tour? I'll introduce you to every one later."
The two of them walked down the luxurious hall, Ororo pointing out various rooms. Emma sighed. "It's no good. I'm lost already. I have a terrible sense of direction."
The other laughed. "Don't worry about it. You'll learn your way around soon enough."
A voice called out from behind them, "Hey, Storm!" They women turned to see a teenage boy in dark, red tinted glasses walking towards them.
"Oh Scott, this is Emma Marko, one of your new teachers. Emma, this is Scott Sommers, also known as Cyclops."
They shook hands, but Scott paid Emma little attention. "Have you seen Jean?"
"No, not recently."
"Well, if you see her, will you tell her I'm looking for her?" He hurried away as Ororo nodded and the tour continued.
"Storm?"
"Yes, it's my code name. Most of us here have one. I control weather patterns." She paused for a moment before continuing. "What's your ability?"
Emma smiled slightly. "It's more like abilities. I have the mutant gene from my mother and father's side. I have psionic abilities similar to Charles', and I'm also an electrogenerator." Her smile widened at Storm's confusion. "I throw electricity."
Early Friday afternoon. A car roared along a quiet country road. It was old, but well kept, and its black paint shone. The windows were tinted, so none could see inside. The car slowed as it entered a large set of gates. The plaque read:
The Xavier institute for gifted youngsters
The car parked in front of the largest building and the door opened. Denim clad legs swung out, followed by a female torso in a tight black short sleeved shirt, then a head. She had short, straight blonde hair, and green eyes. Her hair was parted in such a way that it fell across her right cheek, concealing it almost entirely. She closed the car door and locked it. She looked around for a moment, before spying a couple of teens standing near.
She asked for directions to Professor Xavier's office. After a nod and a smile of thanks for their help, she started up the steps. Behind her back, one of the teens grinned and pointed his hand to a step in the woman's path. A thin sheet of ice formed, almost invisible, but enough to make the woman slip. They both watched eagerly as she approached the trap. Just as her foot was about to descend on the step, she hesitated.
She turned to look at the teenagers, and smirked before stepping over the trap.
**********
Charles was not in his office, which she thought was odd. He knew she was coming. //Well, if he isn't here, then it's probably important.// She tried to be patient, but it just wasn't one of her skills. She wandered around the office, fiddling with small things, leafing through books.
Eventually he returned, accompanied by an african-american woman with pure white hair.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ororo and I had something to take care of."
"Yes I can imagine. All these teenagers must keep you very busy. How have you been, uncle?"
"As well as can be expected. And please don't call me that. It makes me feel old. Ororo, this is my niece, Emma Marko. The new teacher."
The woman smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much about you."
"And I'm sure none of it's flattering. My uncle has a way of... twisting the truth."
"Hmm, perhaps." The professor smiled. "I'm sure you want to get settled in. Ororo, could you give Emma a tour? I'll introduce you to every one later."
The two of them walked down the luxurious hall, Ororo pointing out various rooms. Emma sighed. "It's no good. I'm lost already. I have a terrible sense of direction."
The other laughed. "Don't worry about it. You'll learn your way around soon enough."
A voice called out from behind them, "Hey, Storm!" They women turned to see a teenage boy in dark, red tinted glasses walking towards them.
"Oh Scott, this is Emma Marko, one of your new teachers. Emma, this is Scott Sommers, also known as Cyclops."
They shook hands, but Scott paid Emma little attention. "Have you seen Jean?"
"No, not recently."
"Well, if you see her, will you tell her I'm looking for her?" He hurried away as Ororo nodded and the tour continued.
"Storm?"
"Yes, it's my code name. Most of us here have one. I control weather patterns." She paused for a moment before continuing. "What's your ability?"
Emma smiled slightly. "It's more like abilities. I have the mutant gene from my mother and father's side. I have psionic abilities similar to Charles', and I'm also an electrogenerator." Her smile widened at Storm's confusion. "I throw electricity."