Authors Notes: Ooo slightly longer this time!
Forgive the characterisations -i've only seen the movie a few times, and those situations do not give me any help on how to deal with the problems faced in this story so far and what will happen (no, i'm not gonna tell :P) .... so yeah. i've done my best. *MWAH* i just saw X2 though, and WOW. :'( don't like the end though.
Review Thanks To: Tigereyes -*mawh* attitude! attitude! An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin -heeheee everyone likes her attitued ^_^
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Three
Falcon moved swiftly on to a second round of food -it was a rule she'd invented for herself many years ago: never refuse free food.
Some people always gave her funny looks, whether it be for her hairs multitude of colours or because when she ate enough, she ate enough to feed a small army; not that it bothered her -she'd never taken any notice of the Normals, it was just a little annoying. Here though, at this 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters', Falcon caught herself smirking even at the though of the name, but here, nobody stared.
Shovelling a few more chips in her mouth she let herself think what it might be like, to live here and fit in for once. The thought was quickly crushed; she couldn't do things like that, not before, not in the future, and especially not now, what with him constantly after her.
"Had enough yet?" Jean's voice broke through her musings,
"Yeah." She wasn't lying either.
"Great," she smiled, "Now, is there anything else you'd like to see?"
It was just Jean and Falcon; since Scott had had to leave halfway through to make sure he had everything ready for his last class.
"Wouldn't say no to you showin' me your powers, since I showed you mine."
Jean thought about it for a moment, and couldn't see a reason not to, so she agreed.
"Actually, I can only show you one, and it's the same as yours, see?" Their lunch trays floated over to the pile whist, at the same time, their rubbish glided slowly to the bin.
Falcon frowned, "Neat, but how cine you can only show me one? Will the other kill me, or something?"
The red-haired mutant across from her laughed,
"No, it won't kill you. I'm slightly telepathic too, but it's pretty hard to demonstrate, as you can guess."
"S'pose," she conceded, "so what'd we do now?"
"Well, the days final classes are just finishing for the day, and all the other students will be rushing here for food soon. Do you want to be here for that?"
"No." was the quick response.
"Then I guess you may as well wonder around for a few hours. Chances are the Professor will want to see you again sometime before the end of the day, but if its not before lights out, we'll sort out a bed for you."
Falcon's jaw had dropped at the mention of lights out with her brains permission,
"Light's out? C'mon, you gotta be kidding me!"
"I'm not joking -lights out by eleven thirty on school nights and twelve thirty on non-school nights."
Falcon gave her a look, "That's just plain cruel y'know."
"Maybe to you, but it means that they have a better chance of getting up in the mornings."
Falcon smirked, looking highly suspicious of the idea, but instead changed the subject, "So, I can just go wherever?"
At Jean's nod of ascent, Falcon grinned again, "Great! See ya!"
As Falcon jogged off down the nearest corridor, Jean watched with confusion. The feelings she'd been picking up on didn't make any sense; fear and relief? Fear of what? There was nothing to be afraid of here. And why would she feel relieved at the same time?
Shaking her head at the confusion cause by it all, she went in the opposite direction to find the Professor. He was much more powerful than she. And must've picked up on at least as many things as she had. Maybe he even had some answers too.
**
Jean, Xavier and the rest of the X-Men were back in his office an hour later, discussing their latest enigma, also known as Falcon. Without a name, a real, birth name (and they severely doubted 'Falcon' was anywhere on her birth certificate), it was had to track down where she'd come from. Then, there were the contradicting, mixed feelings they had yet to decipher, that emanated off her in waves, and the way she lied about her mutancy; first she could fly, now, instead, she was a telekinetic.
It was a puzzle with several pieces missing, to say the least.
"Why do you think she's afraid of us?" asked Scott, "Couldn't she equally be scared of something else entirely?"
Jean looked quizzically at him, "What do you mean?"
"All the differences in her mutancy. Maybe she wasn't lying much as,"
"Hiding the truth?" Xavier finished with a nod.
Logan was confused; it was like some secret code, "What're you all going on about?"
"Maybe she's telekinetic as well as able to fly." Storm explained, who'd caught on quickly to the latest theory.
"Okay, so she say's she's called Falcon, the flying part would definitely make sense." Jean agreed, "But she's afraid of us finding out? Why?"
**
Having received word from some girl called Rogue, Falcon was on her way to Xavier's office. She was also admiring how rich the school must be to be able to afford such lavish hallways: the walls were solid oak panelling probably, the floors were plush with either carpet of rug, and there was silverware in the entrance. She was also a little lost, although she was loath to admit it, and it wasn't until after the fourth backward turn that she really got her bearings.
It was then, when she was in sight of his office, that the tell tale pain in her head that told of him paying a visit.
She hated him, but she was too afraid of what he could do, to do much other than fifth it every time her tried to get inside her head. The only problem was it always hurt, she always lost, and he always punished her for it.
"Not now!" she whispered, mentally trying to prevent whatever he was doing, but the only reward for her efforts was a flash of pain that blinded her eyes with white spots. Unknowingly, she cried out.
Then he was there, smirking down at her where she'd crumpled to the floor,
"Will you ever learn?" he sneered,
"Leave me alone."
"Hm, I guess not. Silly question really."
Falcon pulled herself to her feet, wavering from side to side not a little bit while her head span.
"Leave me alone." She repeated.
Logan and the others, having heard a cry, came out after Jean and Xavier who 'sensed' something was wrong moments before it happened.
The group were rounded the corner at a run, only to see Falcon talking to empty air.
"Is she nuts?" Logan muttered.
Xavier wheeled himself closer, leaning forward like one trying to see or hear something very far away,
"No," he said, "There is something, or someone else there. It's like a faint shadow, standing in front of Falcon." His faced frowned in concentration, "She doesn't want him here," Then after a pause, "…that's the one she's scared of."
"Can't you make it leave?" asked Scott, who figured that if Xavier could see him whilst nobody else could, it must be something connected to telepathy.
"I can try." The silence was deafening for a few seconds that spanned an eternity, the only voice at the other end of the corridor. Xavier's brow creased in effort until Falcon cried out again and collapsed back to the floor.
After sharing a look with the Professor, Jean rushed over, but Falcon was already stumbling to her feet, staring at the X-Men that had been on Jean's heels.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked,
Her mind was doing super speeds caught between panic about what they might've seen, and anger at herself for still not being able to stop him, it didn't help that her head was hurting more than ever before, either. "How much did you all see?"
Xavier wheeled himself closer to the teenager, projecting subtle thoughts of calm and friendliness; he didn't to check to know Jean was doing the same.
In a placating tone he said, "Enough to know you're in trouble, and that you need help."
Despite her best efforts, Falcon felt herself begin to shake. It'd never hurt that much before.
"I'm fine. I'm always fine. And I don't need your help." She glared at them, "I gotta go."
"You said you'd stay for the night!" yelled Wolverine.
Turning angry eyes on Logan she yelled back, "Yeah well I lied! You're an adult -I'm sure you understand." She span on her heel and fled back up the corridor, stumbling through the now multiple corridor.
"Great going." Seethed Scott, "Smooth talking the whole way there, Logan."
"Scott." Jean warned, placing an arm on his.
"Storm, Scott; go after her. Logan, stay here. Jean, with me." Xavier ordered, going back to his office.
Wolverine growled, he should be the one tracking the kid, but complied.
Scott and Ororo ran in the direction their quarry had disappeared in, only spotting her as she disappeared around a corner at the other end of the hallway.
"Falcon, wait!" Ororo cried, "What are you running from?"
Now at a door, the runner faltered, flitting a glance at Storm, "Him," she said, "I'm running from him."
Ororo held up an arm slightly as she and Cyclops pulled to a halt. This had to be done carefully or else she would just keep running, and neither Scott nor 'Ro needed to be a telepath to know that wasn't going to do her any good. They stood about eight feet away from her, but made no move to go any closer.
"Why are you running?"
"None of your business!"
"Okay," Storm nodded, "But can't you stay here? We'll protect you, keep you safe from him. You wouldn't have to keep running."
When no immediate outburst followed, she risked taking a small step forward.
"No one can protect me from him." She threw back bitterly.
Scott and Ororo exchanged looks, and Storm took a chance. "Has anyone ever tried?"
Falcon looked at Storm, her eyes unreadable, not blank or empty, but so full of so many emotions that she'd need the Professor's skill and an Empath to decipher them. She didn't say anything for a minute, and the older woman was sure she could hear the younger searching her minds memories, then having a fierce debate between the voices in her mind, until she whispered softly,
"No."
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Post Authors Notes: Awww poor Falcon. Round of "Awww's" from readers please? thank you. so, we've seen a slight development in plot now -we have a bad guy. not much x-men involvement yet, but there will be soon. afterall -this is the x-men universe, not the falcon universen ^_^
Now go review! C'mon folks it's not hard! Hell flame me if you want -it'll give me a laugh *mwah*
--lani,
xxx
Forgive the characterisations -i've only seen the movie a few times, and those situations do not give me any help on how to deal with the problems faced in this story so far and what will happen (no, i'm not gonna tell :P) .... so yeah. i've done my best. *MWAH* i just saw X2 though, and WOW. :'( don't like the end though.
Review Thanks To: Tigereyes -*mawh* attitude! attitude! An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin -heeheee everyone likes her attitued ^_^
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Three
Falcon moved swiftly on to a second round of food -it was a rule she'd invented for herself many years ago: never refuse free food.
Some people always gave her funny looks, whether it be for her hairs multitude of colours or because when she ate enough, she ate enough to feed a small army; not that it bothered her -she'd never taken any notice of the Normals, it was just a little annoying. Here though, at this 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters', Falcon caught herself smirking even at the though of the name, but here, nobody stared.
Shovelling a few more chips in her mouth she let herself think what it might be like, to live here and fit in for once. The thought was quickly crushed; she couldn't do things like that, not before, not in the future, and especially not now, what with him constantly after her.
"Had enough yet?" Jean's voice broke through her musings,
"Yeah." She wasn't lying either.
"Great," she smiled, "Now, is there anything else you'd like to see?"
It was just Jean and Falcon; since Scott had had to leave halfway through to make sure he had everything ready for his last class.
"Wouldn't say no to you showin' me your powers, since I showed you mine."
Jean thought about it for a moment, and couldn't see a reason not to, so she agreed.
"Actually, I can only show you one, and it's the same as yours, see?" Their lunch trays floated over to the pile whist, at the same time, their rubbish glided slowly to the bin.
Falcon frowned, "Neat, but how cine you can only show me one? Will the other kill me, or something?"
The red-haired mutant across from her laughed,
"No, it won't kill you. I'm slightly telepathic too, but it's pretty hard to demonstrate, as you can guess."
"S'pose," she conceded, "so what'd we do now?"
"Well, the days final classes are just finishing for the day, and all the other students will be rushing here for food soon. Do you want to be here for that?"
"No." was the quick response.
"Then I guess you may as well wonder around for a few hours. Chances are the Professor will want to see you again sometime before the end of the day, but if its not before lights out, we'll sort out a bed for you."
Falcon's jaw had dropped at the mention of lights out with her brains permission,
"Light's out? C'mon, you gotta be kidding me!"
"I'm not joking -lights out by eleven thirty on school nights and twelve thirty on non-school nights."
Falcon gave her a look, "That's just plain cruel y'know."
"Maybe to you, but it means that they have a better chance of getting up in the mornings."
Falcon smirked, looking highly suspicious of the idea, but instead changed the subject, "So, I can just go wherever?"
At Jean's nod of ascent, Falcon grinned again, "Great! See ya!"
As Falcon jogged off down the nearest corridor, Jean watched with confusion. The feelings she'd been picking up on didn't make any sense; fear and relief? Fear of what? There was nothing to be afraid of here. And why would she feel relieved at the same time?
Shaking her head at the confusion cause by it all, she went in the opposite direction to find the Professor. He was much more powerful than she. And must've picked up on at least as many things as she had. Maybe he even had some answers too.
**
Jean, Xavier and the rest of the X-Men were back in his office an hour later, discussing their latest enigma, also known as Falcon. Without a name, a real, birth name (and they severely doubted 'Falcon' was anywhere on her birth certificate), it was had to track down where she'd come from. Then, there were the contradicting, mixed feelings they had yet to decipher, that emanated off her in waves, and the way she lied about her mutancy; first she could fly, now, instead, she was a telekinetic.
It was a puzzle with several pieces missing, to say the least.
"Why do you think she's afraid of us?" asked Scott, "Couldn't she equally be scared of something else entirely?"
Jean looked quizzically at him, "What do you mean?"
"All the differences in her mutancy. Maybe she wasn't lying much as,"
"Hiding the truth?" Xavier finished with a nod.
Logan was confused; it was like some secret code, "What're you all going on about?"
"Maybe she's telekinetic as well as able to fly." Storm explained, who'd caught on quickly to the latest theory.
"Okay, so she say's she's called Falcon, the flying part would definitely make sense." Jean agreed, "But she's afraid of us finding out? Why?"
**
Having received word from some girl called Rogue, Falcon was on her way to Xavier's office. She was also admiring how rich the school must be to be able to afford such lavish hallways: the walls were solid oak panelling probably, the floors were plush with either carpet of rug, and there was silverware in the entrance. She was also a little lost, although she was loath to admit it, and it wasn't until after the fourth backward turn that she really got her bearings.
It was then, when she was in sight of his office, that the tell tale pain in her head that told of him paying a visit.
She hated him, but she was too afraid of what he could do, to do much other than fifth it every time her tried to get inside her head. The only problem was it always hurt, she always lost, and he always punished her for it.
"Not now!" she whispered, mentally trying to prevent whatever he was doing, but the only reward for her efforts was a flash of pain that blinded her eyes with white spots. Unknowingly, she cried out.
Then he was there, smirking down at her where she'd crumpled to the floor,
"Will you ever learn?" he sneered,
"Leave me alone."
"Hm, I guess not. Silly question really."
Falcon pulled herself to her feet, wavering from side to side not a little bit while her head span.
"Leave me alone." She repeated.
Logan and the others, having heard a cry, came out after Jean and Xavier who 'sensed' something was wrong moments before it happened.
The group were rounded the corner at a run, only to see Falcon talking to empty air.
"Is she nuts?" Logan muttered.
Xavier wheeled himself closer, leaning forward like one trying to see or hear something very far away,
"No," he said, "There is something, or someone else there. It's like a faint shadow, standing in front of Falcon." His faced frowned in concentration, "She doesn't want him here," Then after a pause, "…that's the one she's scared of."
"Can't you make it leave?" asked Scott, who figured that if Xavier could see him whilst nobody else could, it must be something connected to telepathy.
"I can try." The silence was deafening for a few seconds that spanned an eternity, the only voice at the other end of the corridor. Xavier's brow creased in effort until Falcon cried out again and collapsed back to the floor.
After sharing a look with the Professor, Jean rushed over, but Falcon was already stumbling to her feet, staring at the X-Men that had been on Jean's heels.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked,
Her mind was doing super speeds caught between panic about what they might've seen, and anger at herself for still not being able to stop him, it didn't help that her head was hurting more than ever before, either. "How much did you all see?"
Xavier wheeled himself closer to the teenager, projecting subtle thoughts of calm and friendliness; he didn't to check to know Jean was doing the same.
In a placating tone he said, "Enough to know you're in trouble, and that you need help."
Despite her best efforts, Falcon felt herself begin to shake. It'd never hurt that much before.
"I'm fine. I'm always fine. And I don't need your help." She glared at them, "I gotta go."
"You said you'd stay for the night!" yelled Wolverine.
Turning angry eyes on Logan she yelled back, "Yeah well I lied! You're an adult -I'm sure you understand." She span on her heel and fled back up the corridor, stumbling through the now multiple corridor.
"Great going." Seethed Scott, "Smooth talking the whole way there, Logan."
"Scott." Jean warned, placing an arm on his.
"Storm, Scott; go after her. Logan, stay here. Jean, with me." Xavier ordered, going back to his office.
Wolverine growled, he should be the one tracking the kid, but complied.
Scott and Ororo ran in the direction their quarry had disappeared in, only spotting her as she disappeared around a corner at the other end of the hallway.
"Falcon, wait!" Ororo cried, "What are you running from?"
Now at a door, the runner faltered, flitting a glance at Storm, "Him," she said, "I'm running from him."
Ororo held up an arm slightly as she and Cyclops pulled to a halt. This had to be done carefully or else she would just keep running, and neither Scott nor 'Ro needed to be a telepath to know that wasn't going to do her any good. They stood about eight feet away from her, but made no move to go any closer.
"Why are you running?"
"None of your business!"
"Okay," Storm nodded, "But can't you stay here? We'll protect you, keep you safe from him. You wouldn't have to keep running."
When no immediate outburst followed, she risked taking a small step forward.
"No one can protect me from him." She threw back bitterly.
Scott and Ororo exchanged looks, and Storm took a chance. "Has anyone ever tried?"
Falcon looked at Storm, her eyes unreadable, not blank or empty, but so full of so many emotions that she'd need the Professor's skill and an Empath to decipher them. She didn't say anything for a minute, and the older woman was sure she could hear the younger searching her minds memories, then having a fierce debate between the voices in her mind, until she whispered softly,
"No."
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Post Authors Notes: Awww poor Falcon. Round of "Awww's" from readers please? thank you. so, we've seen a slight development in plot now -we have a bad guy. not much x-men involvement yet, but there will be soon. afterall -this is the x-men universe, not the falcon universen ^_^
Now go review! C'mon folks it's not hard! Hell flame me if you want -it'll give me a laugh *mwah*
--lani,
xxx