Disclaimer: I write for fun, period. I just wanted to tweak the story a bit in my own way. Six months after Jean's "death" and Magneto escaping, another mutant is in need of help. A strange tie is between Cyclops and Wolverine since Jean has been gone. Now the danger that is brought in can ruin them all.
Chapter 1
Stranger things have happened at this school, thought Logan as he watched a mutant change a tree into pure lead. Strolling through the halls, his boots clicked. His thoughts ran back to the day he returned from his journey of almost a year. The night he got back, military troops broke in and attempted to incapacitate the students, which ultimately lead to Jean's death and almost Xavier's. Xavier's behavior has been odd, not only since her death, but since he sent Storm and Cyclops to retrieve a mutant in trouble. As his cigar was getting near the end, he heard the jet nearing.
"Well, its about damn time," he muttered and snuffed it out. Shoving the half smoke cigar into his pocket, he leapt of the ledge and prepared to meet them and their new "member". His feet made no sound as they rounded corners and headed down halls. Classes were still in process, so running into students wasn't likely. As he got down to the level at which their jet was, all he found was Cyclops. Who was nursing a beer. Stopping in mid step, he didn't know what to say.
"I didn't know you drink."
Cyclops looked up, their eyes meeting before speaking. "I do now."
Logan glanced around, not seeing Storm he had to ask. "Where's our guest?"
"In medical. Badly injured when we arrived. Storm is doing her best while we don't have a doctor, just a nurse."
"Injured how?"
Cyclops turned away and took another swig of beer. "Hooked up to God knows what medication. Completely sedated while the doctors' used her like a lab rat. I'm sure you're familiar with how they treated you."
"What did I do?"
"Nothing." Taking another gulp, he added more to his story. "Sorry, you were a target and handy. Put two and two together. Turns out her grandfather was a mutant, when the government found out, they targeted her. Who knows how long they've had her down in that cell. They branded a number on her, like the Nazis did. Great world we're in."
"Does the professor know how badly she was treated? Won't he do something about it?"
"I don't think he knew it was this bad. He will make a formal complaint." He mocked that last sentence.
"I'll go and check on her. Take your beer upstairs. Try not to pass out down here."
Cyclops flipped him off and smiled before they left each other's presence. They had been cheerfully arguing and it wasn't stopping. As he rounded the corner out of the elevator, his body hit another's. He found Storm.
"What's going on? Where is the mutant you brought in?"
"In medical, I didn't want to leave her but Charles wasn't answering my calls. Can you stay with her until I come back with him?"
"Babysitting again?"
"Consider it good for your soul."
"Great," he muttered to her back as she went into the elevator he just left. "I'm always stuck with the kids."
The medical lab was just a few doors down the hall. Not bothering to knock, he strolled in. Stopping, he watched the woman he saw. She must have been mid-twenties tops, her hair was pulled back in a bun and the color was dark. Her sky blue eyes were hollow. Her attire consisted of old sweats.
"Who's there?" Her voice was strained and he saw her hands begin to shake. She stood, and just waited. "I'm not playing some sick game of yours." Her hands moved and followed the bench she was sitting near.
"You can't see." He murmured more to himself than hers. Her head shot around and homed in on his voice.
"You should learn some manners. Sneaking in on people and scaring those less able than you would get you two weeks in isolation and a real good beating."
Then he noticed the bruises, which marred her face and skin. "Is that what happened?"
"No, I'm not that cruel. I just refused to be a damn lab rat." Her hand moved to her wrists. "Then they beat you, then chain you. They claim it was the other way around."
"That you beat them?"
"No, chaining then beating. They turn their heads when mutants are involved." Her fingers tapped on the bench, "Who are you?"
"I was sent here."
"Ah, Storm said you'd be coming. Just what I need, another babysitter."
"Look, you don't want me here and I don't want to be here. So back off."
"Feisty, no wonder they never broke you."
"Excuse me? Who the hell told you that?"
For once he saw fear in her eyes. It flickered alive then died down completely. "No one, vibes people would say. I'm sorry it causes you pain."
"What?"
"Its in your voice, how you present yourself, and in your reactions."
"I thought you were blind."
Pain filled her eyes but didn't leave this time. "They did that thinking it would stop my abilities. Pity, it heightened them. Too bad they will never know that." A tear escaped her eye. "Please, can you just wait outside the door."
Understanding her pain, he left and closed the door solidly behind her. Her sobs echoed through the lab and threatened to go farther. After the first strong sobs, they began to die down. As he stood outside, he remembers her haunting eyes. There was no life behind them, that life was stripped away layer by layer. He knew what it was like; bits were coming back but not all of it. Suddenly he felt a searing pain in his arm, like someone was cutting his flesh off. Checking his arm, he found nothing. Suddenly a sharp scream came from the lab, followed by the shattering of glass.
His feet carried him before his brain registered. Glancing around, he saw the glass shelves were broken, along with every thing on them. Suddenly a copper smell curled into his nostrils. Blood. His eyes homed in on the streaks before another human could have. Hurrying around the bench, he saw her. Blood was running down her arm, while a knife was still clutched in her hand. Glancing where the blood dripped, he saw was could be human flesh, but it had been burned. Her eyes were glazed over with shock, and when he touched her should, she didn't even flinch. As he placed her on top of the bench, her body shook under his. His hand ripped her sleeve off and wrapped it around her arm. Tightening it when the lab door flew open. Storm stood there with Xavier.
"What the hell happened?" Demanded Storm.
"How the hell should I know? One minute she's fine, the next she took a chuck of her own skin off!" Anger flared through his words. He disliked being accused of something he did not do.
"There was a homing device in her skin. The chip was designed to be hidden behind the numbers. She was trying not to be found." Xavier's voice was clear and fluid over their raised voices. His hand found Logan's arm, "They implanted a device along her spine which magnifies pain. They did this when controlling her was getting difficult."
"You said she was third generation mutant. Why didn't anyone look for her?"
"They did," Storm put in. "Her parents were frenzied. She's been in their hands for three years. After the first, she was declared dead which helped their experiments. We still don't know what they've done to her. When we picked her up, she refused to be examined. She was quite forceful."
"She is her father's daughter," Charles muttered as he pulled his chair closer to her. His hand gently brushed her hair away from her face. "Emmy, what on Earth has been done to you?"
Chapter 1
Stranger things have happened at this school, thought Logan as he watched a mutant change a tree into pure lead. Strolling through the halls, his boots clicked. His thoughts ran back to the day he returned from his journey of almost a year. The night he got back, military troops broke in and attempted to incapacitate the students, which ultimately lead to Jean's death and almost Xavier's. Xavier's behavior has been odd, not only since her death, but since he sent Storm and Cyclops to retrieve a mutant in trouble. As his cigar was getting near the end, he heard the jet nearing.
"Well, its about damn time," he muttered and snuffed it out. Shoving the half smoke cigar into his pocket, he leapt of the ledge and prepared to meet them and their new "member". His feet made no sound as they rounded corners and headed down halls. Classes were still in process, so running into students wasn't likely. As he got down to the level at which their jet was, all he found was Cyclops. Who was nursing a beer. Stopping in mid step, he didn't know what to say.
"I didn't know you drink."
Cyclops looked up, their eyes meeting before speaking. "I do now."
Logan glanced around, not seeing Storm he had to ask. "Where's our guest?"
"In medical. Badly injured when we arrived. Storm is doing her best while we don't have a doctor, just a nurse."
"Injured how?"
Cyclops turned away and took another swig of beer. "Hooked up to God knows what medication. Completely sedated while the doctors' used her like a lab rat. I'm sure you're familiar with how they treated you."
"What did I do?"
"Nothing." Taking another gulp, he added more to his story. "Sorry, you were a target and handy. Put two and two together. Turns out her grandfather was a mutant, when the government found out, they targeted her. Who knows how long they've had her down in that cell. They branded a number on her, like the Nazis did. Great world we're in."
"Does the professor know how badly she was treated? Won't he do something about it?"
"I don't think he knew it was this bad. He will make a formal complaint." He mocked that last sentence.
"I'll go and check on her. Take your beer upstairs. Try not to pass out down here."
Cyclops flipped him off and smiled before they left each other's presence. They had been cheerfully arguing and it wasn't stopping. As he rounded the corner out of the elevator, his body hit another's. He found Storm.
"What's going on? Where is the mutant you brought in?"
"In medical, I didn't want to leave her but Charles wasn't answering my calls. Can you stay with her until I come back with him?"
"Babysitting again?"
"Consider it good for your soul."
"Great," he muttered to her back as she went into the elevator he just left. "I'm always stuck with the kids."
The medical lab was just a few doors down the hall. Not bothering to knock, he strolled in. Stopping, he watched the woman he saw. She must have been mid-twenties tops, her hair was pulled back in a bun and the color was dark. Her sky blue eyes were hollow. Her attire consisted of old sweats.
"Who's there?" Her voice was strained and he saw her hands begin to shake. She stood, and just waited. "I'm not playing some sick game of yours." Her hands moved and followed the bench she was sitting near.
"You can't see." He murmured more to himself than hers. Her head shot around and homed in on his voice.
"You should learn some manners. Sneaking in on people and scaring those less able than you would get you two weeks in isolation and a real good beating."
Then he noticed the bruises, which marred her face and skin. "Is that what happened?"
"No, I'm not that cruel. I just refused to be a damn lab rat." Her hand moved to her wrists. "Then they beat you, then chain you. They claim it was the other way around."
"That you beat them?"
"No, chaining then beating. They turn their heads when mutants are involved." Her fingers tapped on the bench, "Who are you?"
"I was sent here."
"Ah, Storm said you'd be coming. Just what I need, another babysitter."
"Look, you don't want me here and I don't want to be here. So back off."
"Feisty, no wonder they never broke you."
"Excuse me? Who the hell told you that?"
For once he saw fear in her eyes. It flickered alive then died down completely. "No one, vibes people would say. I'm sorry it causes you pain."
"What?"
"Its in your voice, how you present yourself, and in your reactions."
"I thought you were blind."
Pain filled her eyes but didn't leave this time. "They did that thinking it would stop my abilities. Pity, it heightened them. Too bad they will never know that." A tear escaped her eye. "Please, can you just wait outside the door."
Understanding her pain, he left and closed the door solidly behind her. Her sobs echoed through the lab and threatened to go farther. After the first strong sobs, they began to die down. As he stood outside, he remembers her haunting eyes. There was no life behind them, that life was stripped away layer by layer. He knew what it was like; bits were coming back but not all of it. Suddenly he felt a searing pain in his arm, like someone was cutting his flesh off. Checking his arm, he found nothing. Suddenly a sharp scream came from the lab, followed by the shattering of glass.
His feet carried him before his brain registered. Glancing around, he saw the glass shelves were broken, along with every thing on them. Suddenly a copper smell curled into his nostrils. Blood. His eyes homed in on the streaks before another human could have. Hurrying around the bench, he saw her. Blood was running down her arm, while a knife was still clutched in her hand. Glancing where the blood dripped, he saw was could be human flesh, but it had been burned. Her eyes were glazed over with shock, and when he touched her should, she didn't even flinch. As he placed her on top of the bench, her body shook under his. His hand ripped her sleeve off and wrapped it around her arm. Tightening it when the lab door flew open. Storm stood there with Xavier.
"What the hell happened?" Demanded Storm.
"How the hell should I know? One minute she's fine, the next she took a chuck of her own skin off!" Anger flared through his words. He disliked being accused of something he did not do.
"There was a homing device in her skin. The chip was designed to be hidden behind the numbers. She was trying not to be found." Xavier's voice was clear and fluid over their raised voices. His hand found Logan's arm, "They implanted a device along her spine which magnifies pain. They did this when controlling her was getting difficult."
"You said she was third generation mutant. Why didn't anyone look for her?"
"They did," Storm put in. "Her parents were frenzied. She's been in their hands for three years. After the first, she was declared dead which helped their experiments. We still don't know what they've done to her. When we picked her up, she refused to be examined. She was quite forceful."
"She is her father's daughter," Charles muttered as he pulled his chair closer to her. His hand gently brushed her hair away from her face. "Emmy, what on Earth has been done to you?"