Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: BTW, the ages: Kyle, 17; Miguel, 18; Bobby, 20.
As Kyle brushed her long brown hair, a knock came at the door. "Yea?" Kyle called out.
"The Prof. told me to come and get you?" a guy's voice replied uncertainly from the hallway. Kyle opened the door to find a tall guy with the bluest eyes she's ever seen standing there. "Uh-- ok..." Kyle trailed off as she looked into his eyes. He smiled. "I'm Bobby" he said. Kyle blushed and looked away. "Kyle"
They walked along the hallway to the elevator. "So you're the professor's daughter?" Bobby asked. "What's your mutation?"
"I can control electricity... kinda manipulate it." Bobby was intrigued. "How?" he asked. Kyle smiled. She told him to unscrew a light bulb from one of the lamps in the hallway. He did and handed it to her. "Watch." She closed her eyes and held her breath. The bulb began to glow, then shine brightly. "Wow" Bobby said. Suddenly, the bulb burst, and glass flew everywhere. Kyle cried out as a piece nicked her near her eye. Blood trickled down her face as Bobby rushed to her. "Are you ok?"
She nodded. "Yea" she replied. "It's only a little cut....." she held her head where she was bleeding. "I think I might need some ice" she said. "Let's get to the kitchen." Bobby smiled. "No need" he said, cupping his hands together. A soft light appeared between them and Kyle watched in amazement as he held a small ice cube to her head. "Better?" She smiled. "Yes." The wall opened and they stepped inside.
"Kyle, what happened?" Logan asked as they walked into the Prof.'s office. Kyle sighed. "I got a little reckless," she said. "But Bobby gave me some ice." She smiled at him. "I'm ok."
Professor Xavier cleared his throat. "The reason I called you here," he said, looking around the room. In addition to Bobby, Logan and the Prof., Miguel and Storm were there. Cyclops was also hovering near the door. "Is to explain. About eighteen years ago, I met a girl and we fell in love. She was human, and when her parents found out about my mutation, we were forced to leave each other. One night I got a call. She had died, and in her arms was a baby girl." He looked up at Kyle, who had her head down. "She had started a note" he opened his desk drawer and took out the note he still had after all this time. " 'Charles' " he read aloud. " 'I fear my time is running out. This child is yours. Her name is Kyle, and I'm not sure if she's human. I love both you and her, please never forge--' " he stopped. "That's all there is."
"My mother bled to death" Kyle spoke up. "she was never meant to have children." Tears filled her eyes, and she felt someone take her hand. She looked up and Bobby smiled. She smiled back, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miguel frown. Kyle bit her lip and dropped Bobby's hand.
"I was sent to live with this family, a foster family. But when my mutation surfaced, I ran." Kyle left out one detail, something that nor even her father could read. "I met Logan at a bar in Canada a couple of years ago, and he told me about his search."
"Wait a second" a voice spoke up from the doorway. Kyle turned to see Scott Summers in the doorway. "A couple of years ago? How old were you?" {A/N: I'm not sure what the legal drinking age is in Canada... if someone can get that to me I'd appreciate it. for now, let's say it's 19.}
"Fifteen" Kyle said with a shrug. "Fake ID, your point?" Cyke raised an eyebrow at her and she grinned. She knew she'd have fun with Uptight McHighStrung. Logan caught her eye and returned her grin. "Keep going' he said with a wink.
"ANYWAY" Kyle continued, shooting Scott an annoyed look. "He got me in touch with Daddy, but I never got the chance to come here until now. So I did some sniffing around for a way and here I am."
*She's leaving out something important.* Miguel thought quietly. *Something that hurt her* He looked at her, and at Bobby, who was next to her. *He's my best friend,* he thought. *But I feel something for her.*
"Kyle," The Professor's voice brought Miguel out of his trance. "Yea?" she replied.
"I want to talk to you about staying here. About joining the X-Men." Both Bobby and Miguel's eyes lit up.
"I'd love to stay Daddy," Kyle replied. "But let me think about it tonight. I'll let you know for sure in the morning." Charles nodded. "Very well. Let's eat."
At dinner, Kyle sat between Miguel and Bobby. Across from her, there was a girl with brown eyes and two platinum streaks in her brown hair. "I'm Rogue" she said.
"Call me Kyle" was the reply. "Everyone else does." She smiled.
"You're the professor's daughter, aren't you?" Rogue asked, taking a bite of salad. Kyle nodded. "Yea. I might join the X-Men."
"You should" Rogue said. "It's worth it." Kyle thought about it. She picked up the salt shaker and shook it absently on her fries. *Maybe if I did join, I can leave my past behind...* she thought. *It's been so long...* She put the salt shaker back, and almost immediately, Miguel picked it up. He held back tears as he felt an enormous amount of sadness and pain overwhelm him. *She's hiding something big.* He thought. *And it's eating her up inside.* he was about to say something when she spoke up. "I'm gonna go up to my room and thing for a bit."
"Want me to come with?" Bobby asked. She smiled at him. "No, I'm sure I can find my way." With that she was gone.
Soon after, Miguel went to his room. Lights were out at ten thirty. Tired from the day's events, Miguel fell into a deep sleep.
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It was happening again. He had her, and she couldn't escape. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop him. He was robbing her... taking away the one thing, the only thing she called her own. And the worse part was that her "family" allowed it to happen. Every night, he haunted her dreams, making her relive that moment over and over again. Not knowing what else to do, Kyle screamed.
Miguel woke up with a start. He ran through the joint bathroom and burst into Kyle's room. What he saw nearly broke his heart. Kyle was thrashing around in bed, moaning and screaming. Miguel gently shook her. "Kyle... Kyle, wake up" he almost pleaded. With a jump. Kyle sat bolt upright. The lights in her room flickered as she tried to calm down. She became aware of someone holding her. Twisting her hear up, she saw Miguel.
"It's ok" he whispered, rocking her back and forth like a child. She calmed down.
*Miguel* he heard the professor's voice in his head. *is everything alright?*
*Yea Professor* Miguel thought back. *just a bad dream* But he knew it was more than a bad dream.
"Are you ok?" he asked, pulling away from Kyle. Tears glistened in her eyes, but she nodded. "It was only a bad dream" she whispered, not trusting her voice. Miguel looked at her skeptically. "More like a nightmare" he replied. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Hold me?" Kyle asked in a small voice, like a frightened child. "Till I fall back asleep?" Miguel nodded. "Sure."
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He woke up with her in his arms. Seeing she was still sleeping, he got up slowly. Miguel walked into the bathroom and locked both doors. Leaning up against the sink, he looked at his reflection. "I like her" he said aloud. "a lot." He undressed and got in the shower. As the hot water ran down his body, his mind wandered to the flash of memory he picked up while holding Kyle.
*Flashback*
The room was dark. The only light came from a candle. A man, who Miguel knew was Kyle's foster father, stood over a figure cowering in the corner. "Get up mutant" the man yelled, smacking the figure into the light. Miguel gasped. It was Kyle, bruised and bleeding. Miguel watched in horror as the man kicked her onto her back and began to undo his belt buckle. "I'm going to make sure you never run away again." And Kyle screamed.
*End Flashback*
Miguel shook himself out of thought. The hot water had turned cold, and he shivered before he turned it off. He towel-dried his sandy blonde hair and began to get dressed. He jumped as a knock sounded at the door.
"Miguel?" Kyle's voice said. "You in there?" Miguel opened the door and Kyle's eyes widened. "Um... did I interrupt you?" she asked, her eyes running down his chest. He only got his pants on before she knocked.
"No" Miguel replied, blushing slightly. He pulled a blue shirt on. "I, uh, used all the hot water" he said.
"That's ok" Kyle replied. "I usually take my shower at night." There was an uncomfortable silence, then Kyle cleared her throat. "Um...thanks..." she said awkwardly. "For last night." Miguel smiled. "You're welcome" he said. "What did you dream about?" Kyle's clear hazel eyes clouded. "Nothing important" she replied. "May I get ready? I'm kinda hungry..." Miguel nodded and let the subject drop. Of what he thought happened did happen, then he wanted to kill her foster father.
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A/N: Well, what is Kyle's story? What happened in her past? And what will it mean for her future? Please review!
A/N: BTW, the ages: Kyle, 17; Miguel, 18; Bobby, 20.
As Kyle brushed her long brown hair, a knock came at the door. "Yea?" Kyle called out.
"The Prof. told me to come and get you?" a guy's voice replied uncertainly from the hallway. Kyle opened the door to find a tall guy with the bluest eyes she's ever seen standing there. "Uh-- ok..." Kyle trailed off as she looked into his eyes. He smiled. "I'm Bobby" he said. Kyle blushed and looked away. "Kyle"
They walked along the hallway to the elevator. "So you're the professor's daughter?" Bobby asked. "What's your mutation?"
"I can control electricity... kinda manipulate it." Bobby was intrigued. "How?" he asked. Kyle smiled. She told him to unscrew a light bulb from one of the lamps in the hallway. He did and handed it to her. "Watch." She closed her eyes and held her breath. The bulb began to glow, then shine brightly. "Wow" Bobby said. Suddenly, the bulb burst, and glass flew everywhere. Kyle cried out as a piece nicked her near her eye. Blood trickled down her face as Bobby rushed to her. "Are you ok?"
She nodded. "Yea" she replied. "It's only a little cut....." she held her head where she was bleeding. "I think I might need some ice" she said. "Let's get to the kitchen." Bobby smiled. "No need" he said, cupping his hands together. A soft light appeared between them and Kyle watched in amazement as he held a small ice cube to her head. "Better?" She smiled. "Yes." The wall opened and they stepped inside.
"Kyle, what happened?" Logan asked as they walked into the Prof.'s office. Kyle sighed. "I got a little reckless," she said. "But Bobby gave me some ice." She smiled at him. "I'm ok."
Professor Xavier cleared his throat. "The reason I called you here," he said, looking around the room. In addition to Bobby, Logan and the Prof., Miguel and Storm were there. Cyclops was also hovering near the door. "Is to explain. About eighteen years ago, I met a girl and we fell in love. She was human, and when her parents found out about my mutation, we were forced to leave each other. One night I got a call. She had died, and in her arms was a baby girl." He looked up at Kyle, who had her head down. "She had started a note" he opened his desk drawer and took out the note he still had after all this time. " 'Charles' " he read aloud. " 'I fear my time is running out. This child is yours. Her name is Kyle, and I'm not sure if she's human. I love both you and her, please never forge--' " he stopped. "That's all there is."
"My mother bled to death" Kyle spoke up. "she was never meant to have children." Tears filled her eyes, and she felt someone take her hand. She looked up and Bobby smiled. She smiled back, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miguel frown. Kyle bit her lip and dropped Bobby's hand.
"I was sent to live with this family, a foster family. But when my mutation surfaced, I ran." Kyle left out one detail, something that nor even her father could read. "I met Logan at a bar in Canada a couple of years ago, and he told me about his search."
"Wait a second" a voice spoke up from the doorway. Kyle turned to see Scott Summers in the doorway. "A couple of years ago? How old were you?" {A/N: I'm not sure what the legal drinking age is in Canada... if someone can get that to me I'd appreciate it. for now, let's say it's 19.}
"Fifteen" Kyle said with a shrug. "Fake ID, your point?" Cyke raised an eyebrow at her and she grinned. She knew she'd have fun with Uptight McHighStrung. Logan caught her eye and returned her grin. "Keep going' he said with a wink.
"ANYWAY" Kyle continued, shooting Scott an annoyed look. "He got me in touch with Daddy, but I never got the chance to come here until now. So I did some sniffing around for a way and here I am."
*She's leaving out something important.* Miguel thought quietly. *Something that hurt her* He looked at her, and at Bobby, who was next to her. *He's my best friend,* he thought. *But I feel something for her.*
"Kyle," The Professor's voice brought Miguel out of his trance. "Yea?" she replied.
"I want to talk to you about staying here. About joining the X-Men." Both Bobby and Miguel's eyes lit up.
"I'd love to stay Daddy," Kyle replied. "But let me think about it tonight. I'll let you know for sure in the morning." Charles nodded. "Very well. Let's eat."
At dinner, Kyle sat between Miguel and Bobby. Across from her, there was a girl with brown eyes and two platinum streaks in her brown hair. "I'm Rogue" she said.
"Call me Kyle" was the reply. "Everyone else does." She smiled.
"You're the professor's daughter, aren't you?" Rogue asked, taking a bite of salad. Kyle nodded. "Yea. I might join the X-Men."
"You should" Rogue said. "It's worth it." Kyle thought about it. She picked up the salt shaker and shook it absently on her fries. *Maybe if I did join, I can leave my past behind...* she thought. *It's been so long...* She put the salt shaker back, and almost immediately, Miguel picked it up. He held back tears as he felt an enormous amount of sadness and pain overwhelm him. *She's hiding something big.* He thought. *And it's eating her up inside.* he was about to say something when she spoke up. "I'm gonna go up to my room and thing for a bit."
"Want me to come with?" Bobby asked. She smiled at him. "No, I'm sure I can find my way." With that she was gone.
Soon after, Miguel went to his room. Lights were out at ten thirty. Tired from the day's events, Miguel fell into a deep sleep.
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It was happening again. He had her, and she couldn't escape. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop him. He was robbing her... taking away the one thing, the only thing she called her own. And the worse part was that her "family" allowed it to happen. Every night, he haunted her dreams, making her relive that moment over and over again. Not knowing what else to do, Kyle screamed.
Miguel woke up with a start. He ran through the joint bathroom and burst into Kyle's room. What he saw nearly broke his heart. Kyle was thrashing around in bed, moaning and screaming. Miguel gently shook her. "Kyle... Kyle, wake up" he almost pleaded. With a jump. Kyle sat bolt upright. The lights in her room flickered as she tried to calm down. She became aware of someone holding her. Twisting her hear up, she saw Miguel.
"It's ok" he whispered, rocking her back and forth like a child. She calmed down.
*Miguel* he heard the professor's voice in his head. *is everything alright?*
*Yea Professor* Miguel thought back. *just a bad dream* But he knew it was more than a bad dream.
"Are you ok?" he asked, pulling away from Kyle. Tears glistened in her eyes, but she nodded. "It was only a bad dream" she whispered, not trusting her voice. Miguel looked at her skeptically. "More like a nightmare" he replied. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Hold me?" Kyle asked in a small voice, like a frightened child. "Till I fall back asleep?" Miguel nodded. "Sure."
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He woke up with her in his arms. Seeing she was still sleeping, he got up slowly. Miguel walked into the bathroom and locked both doors. Leaning up against the sink, he looked at his reflection. "I like her" he said aloud. "a lot." He undressed and got in the shower. As the hot water ran down his body, his mind wandered to the flash of memory he picked up while holding Kyle.
*Flashback*
The room was dark. The only light came from a candle. A man, who Miguel knew was Kyle's foster father, stood over a figure cowering in the corner. "Get up mutant" the man yelled, smacking the figure into the light. Miguel gasped. It was Kyle, bruised and bleeding. Miguel watched in horror as the man kicked her onto her back and began to undo his belt buckle. "I'm going to make sure you never run away again." And Kyle screamed.
*End Flashback*
Miguel shook himself out of thought. The hot water had turned cold, and he shivered before he turned it off. He towel-dried his sandy blonde hair and began to get dressed. He jumped as a knock sounded at the door.
"Miguel?" Kyle's voice said. "You in there?" Miguel opened the door and Kyle's eyes widened. "Um... did I interrupt you?" she asked, her eyes running down his chest. He only got his pants on before she knocked.
"No" Miguel replied, blushing slightly. He pulled a blue shirt on. "I, uh, used all the hot water" he said.
"That's ok" Kyle replied. "I usually take my shower at night." There was an uncomfortable silence, then Kyle cleared her throat. "Um...thanks..." she said awkwardly. "For last night." Miguel smiled. "You're welcome" he said. "What did you dream about?" Kyle's clear hazel eyes clouded. "Nothing important" she replied. "May I get ready? I'm kinda hungry..." Miguel nodded and let the subject drop. Of what he thought happened did happen, then he wanted to kill her foster father.
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A/N: Well, what is Kyle's story? What happened in her past? And what will it mean for her future? Please review!