"So Kurt, tell me about this new power you claim to possess," Charles
Xavier instructed Kurt as they, along with the other X-Men were gathered in
the living room.
"You make it sound as though I'm lying," Kurt protested.
"Sorry, but please Kurt, it is vital that I can see and study any new abilities that my students acquire."
Kurt nodded. "OK. Vatch." He closed his eyes, and then faded from view. "See?" Kurt's voice could be heard but without a visible body saying the words. The effect was downright creepy.
Hank McCoy stroked his blue, furry chin. "Interesting. Not only does your.ability render you invisible to the human eye but your garments and holographic projection as well. I must say this is highly unusual."
"Yes," Ororo concurred. "Uh, Kurt, would you mind changing back?"
"Not at all," Kurt said and right before their eyes he appeared right back into view.
Xavier tapped the armrest on his wheelchair in thought. "Well Kurt, I believe you have a Danger Room exercise right now so I won't keep you for now. Later, we will have to talk though." Xavier looked up at his three instructors, Ororo, Logan, and Hank. "Could I speak with you three briefly?"
Logan and Ororo exchanged a glanced. Hank shrugged. "Sure."
***
"I heard about the P.E. dodgeball game," Jean remarked to Scott after the Danger Room exercises were done. They were sitting in the control room since Logan was using the track.
"What about it?"
"Oh.let's see I think something about the girl team kicking serious butt on the guys."
"No," Scott corrected. 'It was more like Betsy, the one woman team hit the guys before they could even look at her cross-eyed and the other girls cheered. Scott looked over at Jean. He contemplated telling her about what had happened in Study Hall but decided against it.
"What," Jean said.
"What do you mean 'what'?"
"Scott, you looked over at me like you were going to say something but then didn't. What were you going to say?"
"It was nothing Jean."
For the next few minutes, they were silent.
"This is awkward you know," Jean spoke up finally. At least to me it is. I mean, you, you like quiet but silence just drives me crazy."
"Are you saying you want to talk for the sake of talking?"
"Yeah, sort of." Jean leaned forward. "Scott, Ever since we met we've always. you know, talked. Whether it be while jogging or telepathically when listening to one of Dr. McCoy's lectures or.fighting evil mutants." This elicited a small chuckle from Scott.
"Yeah, I remember that. The first time we fought that one guy, what was his name? He was the one with the uh, sonic screams."
"Banshee," Jean supplied.
"Yeah, yeah that's him. He was beating the crap out of us and the only thing you could think to fire into my brain was how you'd learned how to move stuff with your mind."
"Hey, that was a really big thing for me, just like that invisible power is for Kurt."
"Yeah, I guess."
Jean was silent for a moment. "Scott," she finally said. "Do you remember when you asked me out that one time, in the ninth grade?"
"I didn't know you still remembered that."
"So you remember?"
"Yeah. We had gone to a pizza place-"
"And you had spent like, twenty-five dollars on the meal. When it came down to it though, you chickened out and said you really hadn't meant it to be a date, that it was just a friendly talk."
"I thought you'd believed me."
"I'd pretended to, Scott." She tapped her forehead. "I'm a telepath, remember? And you're mental shield's weren't nearly as developed back then."
"Any particular reason you're bringing this up?"
Jean laughed. "Ah, Scott I just wanted to know what you think might have happened if you had actually told me the real reason you asked me out."
"C'mon Jean, that's a no brainer." It was Scott's turn to laugh. "Well, A: you might've laughed at me right at the spot, B: you would have said how sweet that was but you only liked me as a friend, or C: you might have actually returned my silly crush and I say the culminating relationship would have lasted six months at the most. Then, things would never be the same between us. We wouldn't have developed a strong friendship and-"
Scott was cut off by the sound of laughter coming from somewhere in the room, but neither he nor Jean was laughing and there was no one else there."
"It's Kurt," Jean said, putting a hand on Scott's arm after a telepathic scan. With a simple thought, she forced her will over Kurt's power, compelling him to revert back to being visible.
Kurt was hanging by his tail on one of the girders, a sheepish look on his face. "Heh heh. Uh.hi Jean. Hi Scott."
Scot looked at him straight in the eye, his sunglasses adding to the scary effect. "Kurt, what are you doing? I mean, don't you have anything better to do than spy on Jean and I?"
"Jah."
"So now." Scott continued, "what do you say?"
"I say. Scott and Jean, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Ha haa."
"Let's get him," Jean suggested sweetly.
Scott nodded. "Let's."
"Oh, come on now guys you know I vas just kidding around vith you. I do it all zhe time, you know. Hey, vhat are you going to do vith dat?"
A half hour later, Kitty thought she heard a few thumping noises. She listened closer and it sounded as if someone was yelling.
"You like, hear that?" she asked Evan who was busily paging through a skateboarding magazine.
He looked up. "No."
***
"Ms. Braddock," Chauncey called from the parlor. "There is a package in the mail for you."
"Who's it from?" Betsy asked, walking to the stairwell. Below her some six or seven flights was Chauncey, holding a brown box.
"I believe this gift is from your mother," Chauncey told her.
"OK.:" Most people would have been content to simply walk own the stairs but, Betsy was not most people. She leaped into the air and landed briefly on the railing before pushing off into the open space. Even tough the fall was a good 9 or ten meters, she landed like a cat, silently.
"Ms. Braddock," Chauncey admonished. "Must you do such dangerous things? I daresay you almost gave me a heart"
"I can take of myself Chauncey," Betsy said gently "But I'm sorry if I scared you. Now may I please see the package?"
"Of course." Chauncey handed the package to Betsy. She noted that it was in fact a little heavier than it looked.
Carefully, she peeled the tape off, opened the package, and retrieved a book with a lock on it.
"What is this?" She asked confusedly.
"Well Ms. Braddock, it appears to be a diary."
Betsy felt around the back until her hand came across something tied to the book with a piece of string. It was a key.
"Hey Chauncey, do you mind if I take this up into my room?"
"Of course not dear," Chauncey told her. "Would you like me to make some tea?"
"Sure." Betsy walked up to her room and flopped down on the bed, palming the key. Gently, she slid it into the lock on the diary and with a small click, it opened. On the first page was a note from her mom.
Dear Elizabeth, it said. Yes, this is a diary and you can write just about anything you want in it. I picked it up in a gift shop but it is real leather and it has a sort of.classic likeness. I just had a feeling you would like it.
I'm not sure if I'll be there or not when you get this, but I want you to know that your father and I love you very much.
Betsy smiled and turned the diary to a blank page. She reached over to her bedside table, grabbed a pen, and began to write.
Dear Diary,
You know, it's kind of weird writing that. You're just a book but I'm writing in you at a personal level, like you're my best friend or something. Oh well, I guess I'm supposed to write about stuff that's happened to me so here goes.
When I first came here, I was pretty sure that life was going to be hell. No, really. I used to live in England and go to a private school and public school was a big change for me.
When I first got there, some girl tricked me into going inside the boys locker room. Can you say, EMBARASSING? I had to mind wipe 'em all so they wouldn't remember. No, scratch that. I mind wiped almost all of the guys. This one guy, Scott Summers has a mental shield. How he got it, I don't know but his mind is off limits. He's kinda cool. He seems pretty well liked around the school, I mean, there some of the jocks don't like him, especially Duncan Matthews. (I sorta telepathically eavesdropped on a conversation that Duncan and his friends were having. It seems Mr. Matthews is scared that his girlfriend, Jean likes Scott more than him. Not that I blame him for being scared. I still don't know why Jean didn't dump Duncan for Scott months ago.)
Wait, you don't know something really important about Jean. She's a telepath, just like me.
Back to Scott, he always wears these sunglasses. I have never seen him without them. I'm not sure if it's like, sensitive eyes or something but he really freaks out if they get knocked off. Personally, I think the shades give him sort of.intense, yet not creepy look, which believe it or not kind of turns me on.not that I'd ever tell him that of course.
The schoolwork at Bayville High is nothing compared to the work at Preston Hall (that was my old school.) I guess public school isn't as advanced as the private school curriculum. Everyone in my math class thinks I'm a super genius or something because I get everything right but the truth is, I've learned this stuff before.
Hey, tell you what. Chauncey just finished the tea so. I gotta go.
Bye
A/N Hola, remember to review.
"You make it sound as though I'm lying," Kurt protested.
"Sorry, but please Kurt, it is vital that I can see and study any new abilities that my students acquire."
Kurt nodded. "OK. Vatch." He closed his eyes, and then faded from view. "See?" Kurt's voice could be heard but without a visible body saying the words. The effect was downright creepy.
Hank McCoy stroked his blue, furry chin. "Interesting. Not only does your.ability render you invisible to the human eye but your garments and holographic projection as well. I must say this is highly unusual."
"Yes," Ororo concurred. "Uh, Kurt, would you mind changing back?"
"Not at all," Kurt said and right before their eyes he appeared right back into view.
Xavier tapped the armrest on his wheelchair in thought. "Well Kurt, I believe you have a Danger Room exercise right now so I won't keep you for now. Later, we will have to talk though." Xavier looked up at his three instructors, Ororo, Logan, and Hank. "Could I speak with you three briefly?"
Logan and Ororo exchanged a glanced. Hank shrugged. "Sure."
***
"I heard about the P.E. dodgeball game," Jean remarked to Scott after the Danger Room exercises were done. They were sitting in the control room since Logan was using the track.
"What about it?"
"Oh.let's see I think something about the girl team kicking serious butt on the guys."
"No," Scott corrected. 'It was more like Betsy, the one woman team hit the guys before they could even look at her cross-eyed and the other girls cheered. Scott looked over at Jean. He contemplated telling her about what had happened in Study Hall but decided against it.
"What," Jean said.
"What do you mean 'what'?"
"Scott, you looked over at me like you were going to say something but then didn't. What were you going to say?"
"It was nothing Jean."
For the next few minutes, they were silent.
"This is awkward you know," Jean spoke up finally. At least to me it is. I mean, you, you like quiet but silence just drives me crazy."
"Are you saying you want to talk for the sake of talking?"
"Yeah, sort of." Jean leaned forward. "Scott, Ever since we met we've always. you know, talked. Whether it be while jogging or telepathically when listening to one of Dr. McCoy's lectures or.fighting evil mutants." This elicited a small chuckle from Scott.
"Yeah, I remember that. The first time we fought that one guy, what was his name? He was the one with the uh, sonic screams."
"Banshee," Jean supplied.
"Yeah, yeah that's him. He was beating the crap out of us and the only thing you could think to fire into my brain was how you'd learned how to move stuff with your mind."
"Hey, that was a really big thing for me, just like that invisible power is for Kurt."
"Yeah, I guess."
Jean was silent for a moment. "Scott," she finally said. "Do you remember when you asked me out that one time, in the ninth grade?"
"I didn't know you still remembered that."
"So you remember?"
"Yeah. We had gone to a pizza place-"
"And you had spent like, twenty-five dollars on the meal. When it came down to it though, you chickened out and said you really hadn't meant it to be a date, that it was just a friendly talk."
"I thought you'd believed me."
"I'd pretended to, Scott." She tapped her forehead. "I'm a telepath, remember? And you're mental shield's weren't nearly as developed back then."
"Any particular reason you're bringing this up?"
Jean laughed. "Ah, Scott I just wanted to know what you think might have happened if you had actually told me the real reason you asked me out."
"C'mon Jean, that's a no brainer." It was Scott's turn to laugh. "Well, A: you might've laughed at me right at the spot, B: you would have said how sweet that was but you only liked me as a friend, or C: you might have actually returned my silly crush and I say the culminating relationship would have lasted six months at the most. Then, things would never be the same between us. We wouldn't have developed a strong friendship and-"
Scott was cut off by the sound of laughter coming from somewhere in the room, but neither he nor Jean was laughing and there was no one else there."
"It's Kurt," Jean said, putting a hand on Scott's arm after a telepathic scan. With a simple thought, she forced her will over Kurt's power, compelling him to revert back to being visible.
Kurt was hanging by his tail on one of the girders, a sheepish look on his face. "Heh heh. Uh.hi Jean. Hi Scott."
Scot looked at him straight in the eye, his sunglasses adding to the scary effect. "Kurt, what are you doing? I mean, don't you have anything better to do than spy on Jean and I?"
"Jah."
"So now." Scott continued, "what do you say?"
"I say. Scott and Jean, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Ha haa."
"Let's get him," Jean suggested sweetly.
Scott nodded. "Let's."
"Oh, come on now guys you know I vas just kidding around vith you. I do it all zhe time, you know. Hey, vhat are you going to do vith dat?"
A half hour later, Kitty thought she heard a few thumping noises. She listened closer and it sounded as if someone was yelling.
"You like, hear that?" she asked Evan who was busily paging through a skateboarding magazine.
He looked up. "No."
***
"Ms. Braddock," Chauncey called from the parlor. "There is a package in the mail for you."
"Who's it from?" Betsy asked, walking to the stairwell. Below her some six or seven flights was Chauncey, holding a brown box.
"I believe this gift is from your mother," Chauncey told her.
"OK.:" Most people would have been content to simply walk own the stairs but, Betsy was not most people. She leaped into the air and landed briefly on the railing before pushing off into the open space. Even tough the fall was a good 9 or ten meters, she landed like a cat, silently.
"Ms. Braddock," Chauncey admonished. "Must you do such dangerous things? I daresay you almost gave me a heart"
"I can take of myself Chauncey," Betsy said gently "But I'm sorry if I scared you. Now may I please see the package?"
"Of course." Chauncey handed the package to Betsy. She noted that it was in fact a little heavier than it looked.
Carefully, she peeled the tape off, opened the package, and retrieved a book with a lock on it.
"What is this?" She asked confusedly.
"Well Ms. Braddock, it appears to be a diary."
Betsy felt around the back until her hand came across something tied to the book with a piece of string. It was a key.
"Hey Chauncey, do you mind if I take this up into my room?"
"Of course not dear," Chauncey told her. "Would you like me to make some tea?"
"Sure." Betsy walked up to her room and flopped down on the bed, palming the key. Gently, she slid it into the lock on the diary and with a small click, it opened. On the first page was a note from her mom.
Dear Elizabeth, it said. Yes, this is a diary and you can write just about anything you want in it. I picked it up in a gift shop but it is real leather and it has a sort of.classic likeness. I just had a feeling you would like it.
I'm not sure if I'll be there or not when you get this, but I want you to know that your father and I love you very much.
Betsy smiled and turned the diary to a blank page. She reached over to her bedside table, grabbed a pen, and began to write.
Dear Diary,
You know, it's kind of weird writing that. You're just a book but I'm writing in you at a personal level, like you're my best friend or something. Oh well, I guess I'm supposed to write about stuff that's happened to me so here goes.
When I first came here, I was pretty sure that life was going to be hell. No, really. I used to live in England and go to a private school and public school was a big change for me.
When I first got there, some girl tricked me into going inside the boys locker room. Can you say, EMBARASSING? I had to mind wipe 'em all so they wouldn't remember. No, scratch that. I mind wiped almost all of the guys. This one guy, Scott Summers has a mental shield. How he got it, I don't know but his mind is off limits. He's kinda cool. He seems pretty well liked around the school, I mean, there some of the jocks don't like him, especially Duncan Matthews. (I sorta telepathically eavesdropped on a conversation that Duncan and his friends were having. It seems Mr. Matthews is scared that his girlfriend, Jean likes Scott more than him. Not that I blame him for being scared. I still don't know why Jean didn't dump Duncan for Scott months ago.)
Wait, you don't know something really important about Jean. She's a telepath, just like me.
Back to Scott, he always wears these sunglasses. I have never seen him without them. I'm not sure if it's like, sensitive eyes or something but he really freaks out if they get knocked off. Personally, I think the shades give him sort of.intense, yet not creepy look, which believe it or not kind of turns me on.not that I'd ever tell him that of course.
The schoolwork at Bayville High is nothing compared to the work at Preston Hall (that was my old school.) I guess public school isn't as advanced as the private school curriculum. Everyone in my math class thinks I'm a super genius or something because I get everything right but the truth is, I've learned this stuff before.
Hey, tell you what. Chauncey just finished the tea so. I gotta go.
Bye
A/N Hola, remember to review.