Disclaimer: I don't own the movie X men or any other form of it, so, by
law, all of the character, except the ones I make up, are not mine. There
for Jack is mine and other people that I make up and are original are mine.
Ha!
Ok, sorry about slowness, it happens. I try, but against all my valiant efforts I am still slow!
Jack swaggered down the ramp of the ship and eyed the Professor and Scott suspiciously.
"This isn't some lab where you're gonna cut me op and look at my organs now is it?"
Professor Xavier looked shocked. "Of course not Jack! No matter what people say on the streets in London, there aren't that many who do that."
Jack boggled. "How did you bloody know what I was gonna say?!"
*You're not the only one with gifts.*
Jack nodded understanding. Logan came down the ramp behind him and said:
"He's a telepath."
"Ooooh, yeah. I wus wonderin' about that, since he talked to me in moi head!"
Logan grumbled something and Scott smirked.
Professor beckoned Jack to follow but he didn't, he was still looking around suspiciously.
"It sure does look like a laboratory."
"Jack," the professor sighed, "is there anything I can do to make you think that it isn't?"
Jack shrugged. "Maybe. But I still won't trust you, out of habit from the street. Nothing personal."
The professor nodded. "I understand. Come to my office."
Jack followed, but looked around suspiciously still. The bottom part was metal and he really didn't believe them, but when they went up the elevator (Jack asked why they could have stairs instead,) Jack lessened on his suspicions. A group of kids stormed by, laughing and jumping and shouting. Jack had to jump back into Logan who fell onto Scott who almost fell out a window. The professor sighed and thought, he's only been here for ten minutes and already his jumping about.
Jack looked after them with interest, but made no move to follow. He did, however, have a mischievous grin and he seemed to surveying them. It made Professor nervous and he gently probed Jack's mind. Even on the fringes of his mind, Jack had a insane swirl of emotions, thoughts, colors, and images. This boys mind was never at rest it seemed. The professor was suddenly thrown back out of the mind with so much force he slammed into the back of his wheelchair. His eyes were opened wide with shock and he sat a rigid as a board. Neither Scott of Logan noticed. They were busy pointing out their favorites and least favorites of the group, which where nice and which liked to pick fights. It was all their opinions, of course, and Jack nodded and smiled like he was taking it all in. they made the rest of the journey to Professor's office chatting away, telling their answer's to jack, though a lot of the time they were contradicting. The Professor lead them on lost in his own thoughts.
Was this boy a psychic? Did he have a small ability to get psychics out of his head? A new power he had not yet figured out? They were all possibilities, and the Professor would have to look into them more.
When they got the office, the professor talked to lack, who sat there and seemed to pay close attenchion. He nodded and smiled, but who know what tricks he had picked up on the street, or before, if there was a before.
"Now jack, we would like to know what you life was like in London."
"Well, I lived on the streets for about a year or so. Now, I think that I got off easy. I thought I was the only one "special" out there. I got picked on and I had to figure out how to live on the street. I learned tricks, and knew my section of London better than anyone, probly cuz I can get into places normal people can't. I became a master pickpocketer. I even got yours, eh Logan?" He grinned at Logan, who scowled back.
Scott laughed. "So, Logan got jumped by the squirt?"
"I wouldn't be laughing so hard," jack said calmly. He held up a wallet and a extra pair of sunglasses. "Don't worry, I don't do it excessively, just to survive. I just did it to see if you'd notice." He retched out and Scott snatched back his belongings, humiliation coloring his face. Logan chuckled.
"Anywho," jack continued, "I usually was able to avoid the late-nighters and bullies of the street. Almost never saw anyone I knew, and when I did, I avoided them."
"All very interesting, but what about your life before a mutant?"
jack stiffened. "Thot would be none of your business." He stared the professor in the eye who looked calmly back at him, till he visibly relaxed. "Anywho, who am I bunking with, of where is my room?"
"You're bunking with Rob. He is a strange boy who doesn't say much. If this proves to be a problem, we will fix it."
"You're bunking him with Rob?! They're completely different!"
"It will give both of them time to adapt to people different than them in more ways than one."
Jack smiled carelessly and let himself be led away to his room, eager to met this "opposite".
Ta da!!! Yet another chapter! Thank you all for reading, and if you review (which I would appreciate) thank you very very much!
Ok, sorry about slowness, it happens. I try, but against all my valiant efforts I am still slow!
Jack swaggered down the ramp of the ship and eyed the Professor and Scott suspiciously.
"This isn't some lab where you're gonna cut me op and look at my organs now is it?"
Professor Xavier looked shocked. "Of course not Jack! No matter what people say on the streets in London, there aren't that many who do that."
Jack boggled. "How did you bloody know what I was gonna say?!"
*You're not the only one with gifts.*
Jack nodded understanding. Logan came down the ramp behind him and said:
"He's a telepath."
"Ooooh, yeah. I wus wonderin' about that, since he talked to me in moi head!"
Logan grumbled something and Scott smirked.
Professor beckoned Jack to follow but he didn't, he was still looking around suspiciously.
"It sure does look like a laboratory."
"Jack," the professor sighed, "is there anything I can do to make you think that it isn't?"
Jack shrugged. "Maybe. But I still won't trust you, out of habit from the street. Nothing personal."
The professor nodded. "I understand. Come to my office."
Jack followed, but looked around suspiciously still. The bottom part was metal and he really didn't believe them, but when they went up the elevator (Jack asked why they could have stairs instead,) Jack lessened on his suspicions. A group of kids stormed by, laughing and jumping and shouting. Jack had to jump back into Logan who fell onto Scott who almost fell out a window. The professor sighed and thought, he's only been here for ten minutes and already his jumping about.
Jack looked after them with interest, but made no move to follow. He did, however, have a mischievous grin and he seemed to surveying them. It made Professor nervous and he gently probed Jack's mind. Even on the fringes of his mind, Jack had a insane swirl of emotions, thoughts, colors, and images. This boys mind was never at rest it seemed. The professor was suddenly thrown back out of the mind with so much force he slammed into the back of his wheelchair. His eyes were opened wide with shock and he sat a rigid as a board. Neither Scott of Logan noticed. They were busy pointing out their favorites and least favorites of the group, which where nice and which liked to pick fights. It was all their opinions, of course, and Jack nodded and smiled like he was taking it all in. they made the rest of the journey to Professor's office chatting away, telling their answer's to jack, though a lot of the time they were contradicting. The Professor lead them on lost in his own thoughts.
Was this boy a psychic? Did he have a small ability to get psychics out of his head? A new power he had not yet figured out? They were all possibilities, and the Professor would have to look into them more.
When they got the office, the professor talked to lack, who sat there and seemed to pay close attenchion. He nodded and smiled, but who know what tricks he had picked up on the street, or before, if there was a before.
"Now jack, we would like to know what you life was like in London."
"Well, I lived on the streets for about a year or so. Now, I think that I got off easy. I thought I was the only one "special" out there. I got picked on and I had to figure out how to live on the street. I learned tricks, and knew my section of London better than anyone, probly cuz I can get into places normal people can't. I became a master pickpocketer. I even got yours, eh Logan?" He grinned at Logan, who scowled back.
Scott laughed. "So, Logan got jumped by the squirt?"
"I wouldn't be laughing so hard," jack said calmly. He held up a wallet and a extra pair of sunglasses. "Don't worry, I don't do it excessively, just to survive. I just did it to see if you'd notice." He retched out and Scott snatched back his belongings, humiliation coloring his face. Logan chuckled.
"Anywho," jack continued, "I usually was able to avoid the late-nighters and bullies of the street. Almost never saw anyone I knew, and when I did, I avoided them."
"All very interesting, but what about your life before a mutant?"
jack stiffened. "Thot would be none of your business." He stared the professor in the eye who looked calmly back at him, till he visibly relaxed. "Anywho, who am I bunking with, of where is my room?"
"You're bunking with Rob. He is a strange boy who doesn't say much. If this proves to be a problem, we will fix it."
"You're bunking him with Rob?! They're completely different!"
"It will give both of them time to adapt to people different than them in more ways than one."
Jack smiled carelessly and let himself be led away to his room, eager to met this "opposite".
Ta da!!! Yet another chapter! Thank you all for reading, and if you review (which I would appreciate) thank you very very much!