Authors Notes: I've been watching the cartoons and i'm over the shock now **sniff**
Review Thanks To:
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin: sorry it took so long -i was away for awhile at my grandmas and she doesn't have a computer!
Samus: heheee i know -i only know movie-verse *mwah* oooh thanks for the help with spellings and grammar (my english teacher would scream blue murder) and i'm gonna go through those either after the next few chapters or at the end and do a sort of "falcon: revised" lol.... oh how i amuse myself.
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Four
"No," she whispered.
'Ro took another step forward, but the movement pulled Falcon out of whatever reverie she had been in, because she stumbled backwards in her sudden haste to get away.
She continued, "I don't see what it's got to do with anything."
"Everything." Ororo stated, "Take a chance, we'll help you."
Falcon didn't move towards the door, but she didn't show any notion of moving closer to Storm and Scott either.
"What can you do? Prance about and ask him politely to stop? C'mon, get over y'selves."
Ororo was running out of ideas to convince the cynical teen, but thankfully her renowned patience with children was still available in full.
"The Professor made him leave just now -"
"That was Baldy?" she interrupted, "Y'know that hurt like frickin' hell, and he's well peeved now."
"But he left." Scott spoke up for the first time.
Falcon nodded, "I s'pse."
"Maybe we could make it so he never comes back," said Ororo, "ever."
Falcon was looking between them, the same expression written on her face as had been present earlier, "You can't." she shook her head, "No one can."
"Stop saying no one can, when no one's ever tried." Scott said,
"Let us help you, then you can decide." Ororo offered, she stood looked at Falcon, knowing that the only think stopping her from running was the thought that maybe they were telling the truth, that they really might be able to help.
"You really think you'll be able to do it?"
The two X-Men nodded in unison.
"Okay, I'm in."
*****
Xavier and Jean sat in his office, relating what they had both seen and felt, Wolverine had come in a few minutes ago and now stood to one side, saying nothing. It was ten minutes after Falcon had bolted, when Ororo, Scott and Logan knocked on the door.
"Come in." Xavier called, his Cambridge accent clear and present as always , he knew what'd happened, or at least the jist of it, from his connection with Scott and Ororo. "Would you like to take a seat?" he asked, Falcon looked once at 'Ro, and then once at Scott, before taking the same seat she'd sat in only a few hours earlier, "Should we start over, perhaps?" At her small nod, he continued, "Well, I'm Charles Xavier, this is Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Jean Grey and Logan."
Falcon took her cue, "I'm Falcon, and I know we're starting over and all, but what happened to all the nicknames and stuff?"
Xavier smiled benignly, "I see you remembered then, would you like to remind me?"
She gave him a very sceptical look, "You're Baldy, he's Wolverine, 'Ro's Storm and Scott's Cyclops, oh, and she's Ginger."
"Four outta six, not bad, kiddo." Logan muttered. Falcon, in reply, pulled a face.
"Now, that we've been introduced, perhaps you could clear up something for me?"
Frowning she said, "Depends what you want clearin' up."
"Your powers," said Xavier, "I admit we are a little confused -your name implies you can fly and you said you could fly yourself earlier to my X-Men, but then when I asked what your powers were, you showed telekinesis. You see our problem?"
"Uh, not really." She grinned a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I though you guys were smart?"
Xavier shook his head, "I'm afraid I don't understand."
She groaned, "Blimey, you guys really are thick. Telekinesis is moving stuff right? So, flying is just moving junk. Two and two makes me a flyer."
The X-Men exchanged looks, telekinetic's could fly? The possibility had never really crossed any of their minds -and Jean was one herself.
Curious, Jean asked, "What kinds of things can you move? Weight and control wise?"
The windows behind Xavier opened in unison, and all the books in the surrounded book cases shot off their shelves and hovered, perfectly still, in the air. "Loads of stuff," she turned, the mischievous glint turning to pure deviousness, "And him." Pointing to Logan, she winked, and, like he was attached to a string, he zoomed up to the ceiling in a manner wonderfully like the scene a few hours ago.
Scott was coughing into his hand in a way that sounded oddly like a laugh but he managed to regain his composure.
"Kid," it was a growl from the ceiling, "Let me down."
"What did I say last time, when you called me a kid, Wolf-Gang?"
Xavier watched the scene with interest for a moment, letting it continue for a few moments -usually Logan extended his claws in a situation like this.
When Logan didn't answer, Falcon replied to her own question,
"I told ya not to do it."
And with that, he dropped to the floor.
Seeing as it'd cleared itself up, and before Logan could escalate it futher, Xavier chose that moment to continue their previous conversation,
"As interesting as you levitating Logan to the ceiling is, I believe Storm promised you something."
Falcon jumped to her feet, "How'd you know that?"
Raising his hands in the air peacefully, Xavier said, "I share a telepathic link with Scott and Ororo form having known them for so long. Please, sit down."
Slowly, she sat back down, staring straight at him,
"She said you'd make him stop."
He nodded, "I will do my best, but I can't do much if I don't know what, or who, I'm fighting."
"Oh," she sighed, "Guess that means I've got to spill, huh?" she looked around at the X-Men, staring particularly hard at Logan, "In front of all of ya?"
She only just succeeded in keeping the hesitation out of her voice. Sharing a look with Xavier, Scott nodded and left the office, with the others following in quick succession.
"'Kay, what d'ya wanna know?" She shifted in the seat uncomfortably, she felt a little bare being alone with a telepath.
Xavier thought for a moment, organising the many questions he needed answers for, "Who is he?"
"Don't know." At his questioning look she explained, "He never introduces himself -unless the occasional 'Bringer of your Doom' counts. I am him 'asshole' though, if that's any help, or just 'him'."
"Alright, how long has this been happening? Just recently?"
"Ages," she shrugged, "he's been doing it for as long as I can remember."
He leant forward on his desk, resisting the temptation to rest his head in his hands: this invader had no name and they didn't have a time frame from when it'd all started. So far they had absolutely nothing. "Hmm, could you see him clearly? What does he look like?"
Frowning, she thought back to the latest encounter; it wasn't hard since the pain was still reverberating around her skull, even if it was somewhat fainter than it had been earlier it still wasn't exactly pleasant.
"I guess he's pretty tall, his hair's kinda grey and he's English … he's got, uh, brown eyes I think, and a grey moustache…" she trailed off thinking then, "And he wears a suit, a black one."
"How do you know he's English?" Xavier asked, intrigued.
Falcon kicked her feet, bored, "Sounds like I used too."
"You're English?"
"Well, yeah, what's that got to do with rain in May?"
He raised his eyebrows; that was certainly a strange manner to put it.
"You're an illegal immigrant?"
"I prefer, 'not recognised by the government' or 'legally-challenged', but, if you're gonna be harsh then sure."
"You know, if you're going to come to school here, we'll have to get you recognised as a legal immigrant, either that or just as a student attending boarding school."
Falcon froze, then, "Crap: problem. One; I'm not a doctor, and I don't wanna be a doctor. Two, I never said I'd come to you preppy school. So, moving on quick, is that all ya wanna know?"
Resigning himself to a rather long and extensive search, Xavier nodded, "Yes, thank you. I'll get started on a search soon, but first, would you be willing to do some scanes? It would only be to discover the extent of your mutation."
"It would just see my te-k stuff, right?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead and scan away!"
Shaking his head, Xavier smiled, "I don't do it, we have some, facilities, downstairs. Jean is a doctor so she'll do it."
"Oh, 'kay. So is that now or later?"
It was then that Jean knocked on the door, "Professor?"
"Ah Jean, would you take Falcon downstairs?"
She smiled, "Sure. This way, Falcon."
Getting up, she left the room with Jean, when he knew they were gone he called Scott into his office.
"We have an illegal immigrant from England on our hands."
"Ah." Scott said, wondering what all of this had to do with him.
"My thoughts exactly; so, we'll have to make her a legal immigrant."
Scott looked perplexed beneath his ruby-quartz sunglasses, "How are you going to do that?"
Xavier smiled, his eyes twinkling, "How would you and Jean feel about becoming legal guardians?"
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Post Authors Notes: next chapter up soon, i just got to add the last bits and format it for ff.net.
i wrote a humour story as a challenge from my friend so i'll type that up eventually, and there's also this little tid-bit of scott angst from this other story i've started called "out of reach" :
Midnight was such a wonderful time in the mansion's grounds, which was where his meandering feet had finally taken him. The sky was completely clear, the millions of stars like fireflies high above him, beautiful and just out of his reach, like sleep.
The canvas on which they'd been painted wasn't black, like so many people offhandedly described it -he could see black and what he saw through his shaded red visor wasn't black. To him the sky was the darkest red, elegant, never-ending, and almost majestic. A long time ago, before his mutation had manifested, he remembered staring at the sky and it being dark blues and purples, he used to stay up for hours just to stare at it when he was little, the interest had never faded as he got older, but other things that, at the time had been oh-so-much more important he'd never really done it again. Red wasn't so bad though, once you got used to it.
--lani,
xxx
Review Thanks To:
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin: sorry it took so long -i was away for awhile at my grandmas and she doesn't have a computer!
Samus: heheee i know -i only know movie-verse *mwah* oooh thanks for the help with spellings and grammar (my english teacher would scream blue murder) and i'm gonna go through those either after the next few chapters or at the end and do a sort of "falcon: revised" lol.... oh how i amuse myself.
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Four
"No," she whispered.
'Ro took another step forward, but the movement pulled Falcon out of whatever reverie she had been in, because she stumbled backwards in her sudden haste to get away.
She continued, "I don't see what it's got to do with anything."
"Everything." Ororo stated, "Take a chance, we'll help you."
Falcon didn't move towards the door, but she didn't show any notion of moving closer to Storm and Scott either.
"What can you do? Prance about and ask him politely to stop? C'mon, get over y'selves."
Ororo was running out of ideas to convince the cynical teen, but thankfully her renowned patience with children was still available in full.
"The Professor made him leave just now -"
"That was Baldy?" she interrupted, "Y'know that hurt like frickin' hell, and he's well peeved now."
"But he left." Scott spoke up for the first time.
Falcon nodded, "I s'pse."
"Maybe we could make it so he never comes back," said Ororo, "ever."
Falcon was looking between them, the same expression written on her face as had been present earlier, "You can't." she shook her head, "No one can."
"Stop saying no one can, when no one's ever tried." Scott said,
"Let us help you, then you can decide." Ororo offered, she stood looked at Falcon, knowing that the only think stopping her from running was the thought that maybe they were telling the truth, that they really might be able to help.
"You really think you'll be able to do it?"
The two X-Men nodded in unison.
"Okay, I'm in."
*****
Xavier and Jean sat in his office, relating what they had both seen and felt, Wolverine had come in a few minutes ago and now stood to one side, saying nothing. It was ten minutes after Falcon had bolted, when Ororo, Scott and Logan knocked on the door.
"Come in." Xavier called, his Cambridge accent clear and present as always , he knew what'd happened, or at least the jist of it, from his connection with Scott and Ororo. "Would you like to take a seat?" he asked, Falcon looked once at 'Ro, and then once at Scott, before taking the same seat she'd sat in only a few hours earlier, "Should we start over, perhaps?" At her small nod, he continued, "Well, I'm Charles Xavier, this is Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Jean Grey and Logan."
Falcon took her cue, "I'm Falcon, and I know we're starting over and all, but what happened to all the nicknames and stuff?"
Xavier smiled benignly, "I see you remembered then, would you like to remind me?"
She gave him a very sceptical look, "You're Baldy, he's Wolverine, 'Ro's Storm and Scott's Cyclops, oh, and she's Ginger."
"Four outta six, not bad, kiddo." Logan muttered. Falcon, in reply, pulled a face.
"Now, that we've been introduced, perhaps you could clear up something for me?"
Frowning she said, "Depends what you want clearin' up."
"Your powers," said Xavier, "I admit we are a little confused -your name implies you can fly and you said you could fly yourself earlier to my X-Men, but then when I asked what your powers were, you showed telekinesis. You see our problem?"
"Uh, not really." She grinned a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I though you guys were smart?"
Xavier shook his head, "I'm afraid I don't understand."
She groaned, "Blimey, you guys really are thick. Telekinesis is moving stuff right? So, flying is just moving junk. Two and two makes me a flyer."
The X-Men exchanged looks, telekinetic's could fly? The possibility had never really crossed any of their minds -and Jean was one herself.
Curious, Jean asked, "What kinds of things can you move? Weight and control wise?"
The windows behind Xavier opened in unison, and all the books in the surrounded book cases shot off their shelves and hovered, perfectly still, in the air. "Loads of stuff," she turned, the mischievous glint turning to pure deviousness, "And him." Pointing to Logan, she winked, and, like he was attached to a string, he zoomed up to the ceiling in a manner wonderfully like the scene a few hours ago.
Scott was coughing into his hand in a way that sounded oddly like a laugh but he managed to regain his composure.
"Kid," it was a growl from the ceiling, "Let me down."
"What did I say last time, when you called me a kid, Wolf-Gang?"
Xavier watched the scene with interest for a moment, letting it continue for a few moments -usually Logan extended his claws in a situation like this.
When Logan didn't answer, Falcon replied to her own question,
"I told ya not to do it."
And with that, he dropped to the floor.
Seeing as it'd cleared itself up, and before Logan could escalate it futher, Xavier chose that moment to continue their previous conversation,
"As interesting as you levitating Logan to the ceiling is, I believe Storm promised you something."
Falcon jumped to her feet, "How'd you know that?"
Raising his hands in the air peacefully, Xavier said, "I share a telepathic link with Scott and Ororo form having known them for so long. Please, sit down."
Slowly, she sat back down, staring straight at him,
"She said you'd make him stop."
He nodded, "I will do my best, but I can't do much if I don't know what, or who, I'm fighting."
"Oh," she sighed, "Guess that means I've got to spill, huh?" she looked around at the X-Men, staring particularly hard at Logan, "In front of all of ya?"
She only just succeeded in keeping the hesitation out of her voice. Sharing a look with Xavier, Scott nodded and left the office, with the others following in quick succession.
"'Kay, what d'ya wanna know?" She shifted in the seat uncomfortably, she felt a little bare being alone with a telepath.
Xavier thought for a moment, organising the many questions he needed answers for, "Who is he?"
"Don't know." At his questioning look she explained, "He never introduces himself -unless the occasional 'Bringer of your Doom' counts. I am him 'asshole' though, if that's any help, or just 'him'."
"Alright, how long has this been happening? Just recently?"
"Ages," she shrugged, "he's been doing it for as long as I can remember."
He leant forward on his desk, resisting the temptation to rest his head in his hands: this invader had no name and they didn't have a time frame from when it'd all started. So far they had absolutely nothing. "Hmm, could you see him clearly? What does he look like?"
Frowning, she thought back to the latest encounter; it wasn't hard since the pain was still reverberating around her skull, even if it was somewhat fainter than it had been earlier it still wasn't exactly pleasant.
"I guess he's pretty tall, his hair's kinda grey and he's English … he's got, uh, brown eyes I think, and a grey moustache…" she trailed off thinking then, "And he wears a suit, a black one."
"How do you know he's English?" Xavier asked, intrigued.
Falcon kicked her feet, bored, "Sounds like I used too."
"You're English?"
"Well, yeah, what's that got to do with rain in May?"
He raised his eyebrows; that was certainly a strange manner to put it.
"You're an illegal immigrant?"
"I prefer, 'not recognised by the government' or 'legally-challenged', but, if you're gonna be harsh then sure."
"You know, if you're going to come to school here, we'll have to get you recognised as a legal immigrant, either that or just as a student attending boarding school."
Falcon froze, then, "Crap: problem. One; I'm not a doctor, and I don't wanna be a doctor. Two, I never said I'd come to you preppy school. So, moving on quick, is that all ya wanna know?"
Resigning himself to a rather long and extensive search, Xavier nodded, "Yes, thank you. I'll get started on a search soon, but first, would you be willing to do some scanes? It would only be to discover the extent of your mutation."
"It would just see my te-k stuff, right?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead and scan away!"
Shaking his head, Xavier smiled, "I don't do it, we have some, facilities, downstairs. Jean is a doctor so she'll do it."
"Oh, 'kay. So is that now or later?"
It was then that Jean knocked on the door, "Professor?"
"Ah Jean, would you take Falcon downstairs?"
She smiled, "Sure. This way, Falcon."
Getting up, she left the room with Jean, when he knew they were gone he called Scott into his office.
"We have an illegal immigrant from England on our hands."
"Ah." Scott said, wondering what all of this had to do with him.
"My thoughts exactly; so, we'll have to make her a legal immigrant."
Scott looked perplexed beneath his ruby-quartz sunglasses, "How are you going to do that?"
Xavier smiled, his eyes twinkling, "How would you and Jean feel about becoming legal guardians?"
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Post Authors Notes: next chapter up soon, i just got to add the last bits and format it for ff.net.
i wrote a humour story as a challenge from my friend so i'll type that up eventually, and there's also this little tid-bit of scott angst from this other story i've started called "out of reach" :
Midnight was such a wonderful time in the mansion's grounds, which was where his meandering feet had finally taken him. The sky was completely clear, the millions of stars like fireflies high above him, beautiful and just out of his reach, like sleep.
The canvas on which they'd been painted wasn't black, like so many people offhandedly described it -he could see black and what he saw through his shaded red visor wasn't black. To him the sky was the darkest red, elegant, never-ending, and almost majestic. A long time ago, before his mutation had manifested, he remembered staring at the sky and it being dark blues and purples, he used to stay up for hours just to stare at it when he was little, the interest had never faded as he got older, but other things that, at the time had been oh-so-much more important he'd never really done it again. Red wasn't so bad though, once you got used to it.
--lani,
xxx