Authors Notes: I've been watching the cartoons and i'm over the shock now **sniff**
Review Thanks To:
Samus: jean can fly? cool... well since she never did it so maybe she's in denial, lol! this can be AU...
Delphi: yeah well i think you've read this too, lol...
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Five
Scott held his jaw upwards by pure will power, "Professor?"
Xavier mentally laughed at the predicted reaction, but refrained from saying anything out loud; Scott would've been outraged at being labelled 'predictable'.
"Falcon isn't American, from what I can tell, she's English, or has at least spent enough time there to have at one time had an English accent if what she said is true, but either way she admitted she's here illegally. If you and Jean become her guardians she has the right to stay here -it would only be until she's eighteen."
"What if she's already eighteen? And what would happen after she turned eighteen?"
"Do you honestly think she is?"
"Well, no, but for arguments sake, lets say she is, and she just looks very young?"
"Scott," said Xavier, "stop grasping at straws: if you don't want to do it, just say so, I'm sure I could find somebody else."
Scott Summers wasn't as rigid as his pupils believed, and currently he ran a hand through his hair, careful to mind his sunglasses, and groaned,
"Can I talk to Jean first?"
"I wouldn't let you say anything without doing that, Scott."
He nodded, in hindsight, he'd expected that, "I'll go sort out a dormitory for her and talk to Jean later."
"Good, I believe there's space in Rogue, Kitty and Jubilation's room."
"Thank you, Professor." That valuable piece of information had just saved him a good deal of time -now all he had to do was check that the girls didn't mind a new roommate, and find a bed to put in there with sheets and pillow as well.
With a final nod to the Professor, he left the office in search of the three girls concerned-all of which were likely to be in the canteen hall, with boys.
***
Down in the lab, Falcon lay not a little warily on the metal examination table as Jean prepared the CAT Scan machine. She may have agreed to it, but that didn't mean she had to like it, did it? Well, either way she was not enjoying the experience. "Ready?"
"Always," Falcon grinned, "Lets get it on." It came out braver than she felt. The table moved into the scanner with a pressurised burst.
Eternities later, the table moved again, releasing her from the uncomfortable feeling of being locked inside.
"Done?" she checked.
"Done." Jean affirmed, "I need to know a few more things for our records though," Falcon's stomach dropped a little, "I guess your name is going to remain a mystery?"
"Oh it's not a mystery."
"Unknown then, unknown to us that is, not you." She'd added at Falcon's look. "Okay, so age?"
"Fourteen." She watched, only half interested, over Jean's shoulder as she typed it into little boxes on the computer screen.
"Date of birth?"
"You can't figure that out yourself? Wait, that's right, you guys are stupid! Fourteen years ago. Duh. That means you take fourteen from the current year."
Jean raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow, "N o day? Month?"
Couldn't hurt, she thought, "May."
She got a warm smile in thanks, "I can work with that, so, eye and hair colour?"
"You can't see for yourself?" she asked in disbelief.
"Humour me."
"Eyes are brown and hair is, well," she fingered a lock that'd fallen from its plait, "multi-coloured."
"Naturally, not dyed, Falcon."
"Fine, be boring then. Browny-blacky; it was a bit of both."
"Okay, last two now -place of birth and mutation, since I guess you won't reveal anything about your family?"
To Jean's surprise, a burst of emotions whipped over her senses, emanating strongly from Falcon.
"I was born on Earth and I'm telekinetic."
"Nothing more specific?"
Falcon gave her a look, "I just named you one planet out of the nine in our solar system alone-I'd say that was pretty specific."
"Alright then. Well, if you remember the way we came," she waited a moment for a nod, "then you're few to go. If you want something to do, its cartoon time in the main room now."
Shaking her head, she went to the door, but didn't leave immediately; instead she paused at the threshold to share a final comment,
"Cartoons, wow. You've got millions of dollars of mansion and technology and ya'll are watching The Simpsons; just like everybody else in the country. Puts stuff in perspective, don't it?"
And then she was gone, wandering down the grey metal hallway, a smirk on her face.
Confusing people was fun.
Jean saved and closed the records file, so that it would be available to all with the correct passwords. Now she'd spend the next few hours analysing Falcon's brain scans -the fun you had when you were a doctor at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
***
The main room of the mansion was a bizarre mix of rooms and more commonly known as the den. A large television was the main focus, with an overstuffed sofa to lounge about on, a football table, and large cushioned floor space for many bodies to sprawl about on, there were even a few tables and chairs around for those that might need or want to use them.
Right now, a lot of the youngest residents of the mansion had commandeered the sofa, whilst the older lay across the floor and those that weren't interested in watching the weekly mini-marathon of cartoons either weren't in the room or were doing something else, in the den or somewhere else.
It was this scene that Falcon walked in on -a tangled mass of bodies that covered the floor and buried the sofa and random amounts of people just sitting around in huddled groups just talking, joking, and more than likely gossiping about the days events. Also, sure enough, The Simpsons' was playing on the big screen. A few people looked up at her arrival, and a few even smiled or said 'Hey' in way of greeting.
However, Falcon stopped in the threshold to stare at the mix of people -such a variety she'd never seen before: most were human looking, but there was the odd one that stood out as definitely a mutant. For example, there was a girl by the window whose skin was pale, shimmering purple, her hair was royal purple like her nails, though whether that was a consequence of her mutation or something she'd done by choice, she didn't know, but in her opinion, it looked pretty cool.
A boy on the sofa had hair that kept changing colours, and from what she could tell when he looked up and said 'Hello', so did his eyes. Next to him, a girl was making sparks of sizzling electricity dance between her fingers.
Her observations were disrupted by a group of girls leaping up to meet her. They were all older than her, probably only by a few years, one had pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks, light brown hair and wore jeans and a t-shirt, her nose slightly longer and straighter than most; the one in the middle wore bright yellow clothes that rather highlighted her dark skin and raven black hair; and the last was strangely dressed -aside from her average dark maroon hair containing a stark white streak down the front, the trousers and strappy top she wore were pretty normal, but she also wore elbow length gloves. Maybe she just didn't like people seeing her skin? Though, thinking about it, she couldn't say much about skin -there was three layers between her bare skin and the air for the pure reason that it was October and cold outside -the only skin to be seen was on her neck, hands and face.
"Err, hey." She said, as they practically bounded up to her.
"You're Falcon, right?" asked the one dressed in yellow.
"Yeah, who're you?"
"I'm Jubilee!"
"Kitty."
"Rogue."
"Yeah, and we're your new roommates!" said Jubilee, apparently ecstatic at the idea.
At Falcon's blank look, Rogue, the contradiction one, explained,
"Mr. Summers, said you needed a dorm to sleep in, at least for tonight anyway, and we had room in ours and here we are…"
"Oh, cool?"
"Don't sound to excited, will you?"
Falcon stuck out her tongue, which seemed to amuse the three girls.
"So, do you want to see our dorm?"
"Sure, why not."
Like some bizarre machine on autopilot, they all grinned manically and grabbed her by the arms to lead her upstairs to the dormitories.
""Girls and guys sleep in differed dorms," Jubilee was explaining, "And we aren't allowed in each others rooms after nine on any night which is totally nasty, but its better than it was: it used to be at all, but there was like, a revolt. Oh right, we're here."
Indeed they were. Rogue, who'd taken Kitty's arm, had disengaged herself and opened the wooden door with a flourish,
"Volia!" she announced, "Our humble abode!"
Unlike the hallways, which were finely wood panelled with several paintings and statues lining the walls, the dorm room appeared slightly more modern: the beds were single and by the looks of it, made from shiny chrome, the carpet was fluffy blue and a window opposite the door looked over the expansive grounds, and apparently they liked spraying deodorant -there was the distinct smell of it about the room.
The room had also very obviously been customised, though with certain boundaries -each bed was different, decorated with blankets, cushions, throws; one even had photographs pinned to either side, there was one that hadn't be changed though -it was merely covered in green sheets and white blanket and pillow.
"That's yours -Mr. Summers put it in a little while ago."
"You'll so have to make it your own: green is totally not you." exclaimed Jubilee, eyeing the bed with horror as she stepped over a pile of textbooks to the bed with a massive poster tacked above it, "What do you think of him? Isn't he gorgeous?"
Falcon stared at her, then raised her eyebrows at Rogue and Kitty,
"Is she for real?" she mouthed,
"Oh yeah." Was the silent reply.
Shrugging, she took a closer look at the poster -it was one that adorned several subways and was pasted on just as many billboards, though she still couldn't see anything very special about the blonde haired man.
"He's alright -if you like that kinda thing, I s'pose."
"Oh my God! How can you say that?" she's leapt up onto her bed and kissed the poster on the would-be man's lips.
"Well, it's pretty easy really," she said, "Y'see, when ya see the same poster over and over and over, everywhere, all the time, it's easy to get sick of the same face -even in New York."
Jubilee sent her a mock glare while the others dissolved into giggles on the pile of cushions beneath the window.
"So, what do ya'll do for fun 'round here?"
***
Xavier entered Cerebo alone, his thoughts on the latest mysteries to come to his school. The first was Falcon -there was clearly more to her story than she was telling and he was reluctant to read her mind; the other was the shadow of a man he'd seen in the corridor, somehow he'd entered her mind and projected an image of himself before her. Whoever he was, he would have to be very powerful -and probably an illusionist.
This in mind, her set about searching for him, unfortunately, it was like trying to find a needle in a world-sized haystack.
***
Eleven o'clock came and went by Jean in the lab as she analysed, re-analysed and cross-analysed Falcon's CAT scans. Either Falcon had misunderstood what she'd said, or not even known herself the extent of her mutations.
She was still there, an hour later, when Scott found her, and she was still pouring over data.
"Hey," he said, "Why don't you give all of this a break?"
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into an embrace. Jean sighed, relaxing into his strong arms,
"You're right. I think I've finished anyway. But do you know how amazing all of this is?" she gestured to the computer screen, nearby light boxes and many printouts.
Quite frankly, medical things weren't his strong point; all these scans and data sheets didn't make much sense to him, so, he replied in a way he hoped was satisfactory,
"Very?"
"Do you know what it means, Scott?"
"Uh," Once again Scott prevailed over Cyclops.
"She has a mutation similar to yours, hun."
"Telekinesis? You have that Jean." Scott failed to see where this was going.
"No, she has two -like I have telepathy and telekinesis, Falcon has telekinesis, but her CAT scan's show DNA a lot like yours."
"So -"
"So, it could give us information on yours, we might even be able to find out if there are other ways to control the blasts."
"Hang on," said Scott. "Is she telekinetic with the possibility of blasts, or does she already have them? Are they powered by the sun?"
Jean looked through the data again for a moment, "From what I can tell its active and like yours -we're going to have to tell the Professor."
"Let's do it in the morning, that way I can have you to myself all night," he broke off to kiss her neck, "Come on, lets go to bed for now, it can wait."
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Post Authors Notes: i don't know when the next chapter will be up, cause i don't like this story at all anymore, so, yeah.
--lani,
xxx
Review Thanks To:
Samus: jean can fly? cool... well since she never did it so maybe she's in denial, lol! this can be AU...
Delphi: yeah well i think you've read this too, lol...
Disclaimer: The only thing i own is the plot, and Falcon, and him.
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Falcon
Chapter Five
Scott held his jaw upwards by pure will power, "Professor?"
Xavier mentally laughed at the predicted reaction, but refrained from saying anything out loud; Scott would've been outraged at being labelled 'predictable'.
"Falcon isn't American, from what I can tell, she's English, or has at least spent enough time there to have at one time had an English accent if what she said is true, but either way she admitted she's here illegally. If you and Jean become her guardians she has the right to stay here -it would only be until she's eighteen."
"What if she's already eighteen? And what would happen after she turned eighteen?"
"Do you honestly think she is?"
"Well, no, but for arguments sake, lets say she is, and she just looks very young?"
"Scott," said Xavier, "stop grasping at straws: if you don't want to do it, just say so, I'm sure I could find somebody else."
Scott Summers wasn't as rigid as his pupils believed, and currently he ran a hand through his hair, careful to mind his sunglasses, and groaned,
"Can I talk to Jean first?"
"I wouldn't let you say anything without doing that, Scott."
He nodded, in hindsight, he'd expected that, "I'll go sort out a dormitory for her and talk to Jean later."
"Good, I believe there's space in Rogue, Kitty and Jubilation's room."
"Thank you, Professor." That valuable piece of information had just saved him a good deal of time -now all he had to do was check that the girls didn't mind a new roommate, and find a bed to put in there with sheets and pillow as well.
With a final nod to the Professor, he left the office in search of the three girls concerned-all of which were likely to be in the canteen hall, with boys.
***
Down in the lab, Falcon lay not a little warily on the metal examination table as Jean prepared the CAT Scan machine. She may have agreed to it, but that didn't mean she had to like it, did it? Well, either way she was not enjoying the experience. "Ready?"
"Always," Falcon grinned, "Lets get it on." It came out braver than she felt. The table moved into the scanner with a pressurised burst.
Eternities later, the table moved again, releasing her from the uncomfortable feeling of being locked inside.
"Done?" she checked.
"Done." Jean affirmed, "I need to know a few more things for our records though," Falcon's stomach dropped a little, "I guess your name is going to remain a mystery?"
"Oh it's not a mystery."
"Unknown then, unknown to us that is, not you." She'd added at Falcon's look. "Okay, so age?"
"Fourteen." She watched, only half interested, over Jean's shoulder as she typed it into little boxes on the computer screen.
"Date of birth?"
"You can't figure that out yourself? Wait, that's right, you guys are stupid! Fourteen years ago. Duh. That means you take fourteen from the current year."
Jean raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow, "N o day? Month?"
Couldn't hurt, she thought, "May."
She got a warm smile in thanks, "I can work with that, so, eye and hair colour?"
"You can't see for yourself?" she asked in disbelief.
"Humour me."
"Eyes are brown and hair is, well," she fingered a lock that'd fallen from its plait, "multi-coloured."
"Naturally, not dyed, Falcon."
"Fine, be boring then. Browny-blacky; it was a bit of both."
"Okay, last two now -place of birth and mutation, since I guess you won't reveal anything about your family?"
To Jean's surprise, a burst of emotions whipped over her senses, emanating strongly from Falcon.
"I was born on Earth and I'm telekinetic."
"Nothing more specific?"
Falcon gave her a look, "I just named you one planet out of the nine in our solar system alone-I'd say that was pretty specific."
"Alright then. Well, if you remember the way we came," she waited a moment for a nod, "then you're few to go. If you want something to do, its cartoon time in the main room now."
Shaking her head, she went to the door, but didn't leave immediately; instead she paused at the threshold to share a final comment,
"Cartoons, wow. You've got millions of dollars of mansion and technology and ya'll are watching The Simpsons; just like everybody else in the country. Puts stuff in perspective, don't it?"
And then she was gone, wandering down the grey metal hallway, a smirk on her face.
Confusing people was fun.
Jean saved and closed the records file, so that it would be available to all with the correct passwords. Now she'd spend the next few hours analysing Falcon's brain scans -the fun you had when you were a doctor at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
***
The main room of the mansion was a bizarre mix of rooms and more commonly known as the den. A large television was the main focus, with an overstuffed sofa to lounge about on, a football table, and large cushioned floor space for many bodies to sprawl about on, there were even a few tables and chairs around for those that might need or want to use them.
Right now, a lot of the youngest residents of the mansion had commandeered the sofa, whilst the older lay across the floor and those that weren't interested in watching the weekly mini-marathon of cartoons either weren't in the room or were doing something else, in the den or somewhere else.
It was this scene that Falcon walked in on -a tangled mass of bodies that covered the floor and buried the sofa and random amounts of people just sitting around in huddled groups just talking, joking, and more than likely gossiping about the days events. Also, sure enough, The Simpsons' was playing on the big screen. A few people looked up at her arrival, and a few even smiled or said 'Hey' in way of greeting.
However, Falcon stopped in the threshold to stare at the mix of people -such a variety she'd never seen before: most were human looking, but there was the odd one that stood out as definitely a mutant. For example, there was a girl by the window whose skin was pale, shimmering purple, her hair was royal purple like her nails, though whether that was a consequence of her mutation or something she'd done by choice, she didn't know, but in her opinion, it looked pretty cool.
A boy on the sofa had hair that kept changing colours, and from what she could tell when he looked up and said 'Hello', so did his eyes. Next to him, a girl was making sparks of sizzling electricity dance between her fingers.
Her observations were disrupted by a group of girls leaping up to meet her. They were all older than her, probably only by a few years, one had pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks, light brown hair and wore jeans and a t-shirt, her nose slightly longer and straighter than most; the one in the middle wore bright yellow clothes that rather highlighted her dark skin and raven black hair; and the last was strangely dressed -aside from her average dark maroon hair containing a stark white streak down the front, the trousers and strappy top she wore were pretty normal, but she also wore elbow length gloves. Maybe she just didn't like people seeing her skin? Though, thinking about it, she couldn't say much about skin -there was three layers between her bare skin and the air for the pure reason that it was October and cold outside -the only skin to be seen was on her neck, hands and face.
"Err, hey." She said, as they practically bounded up to her.
"You're Falcon, right?" asked the one dressed in yellow.
"Yeah, who're you?"
"I'm Jubilee!"
"Kitty."
"Rogue."
"Yeah, and we're your new roommates!" said Jubilee, apparently ecstatic at the idea.
At Falcon's blank look, Rogue, the contradiction one, explained,
"Mr. Summers, said you needed a dorm to sleep in, at least for tonight anyway, and we had room in ours and here we are…"
"Oh, cool?"
"Don't sound to excited, will you?"
Falcon stuck out her tongue, which seemed to amuse the three girls.
"So, do you want to see our dorm?"
"Sure, why not."
Like some bizarre machine on autopilot, they all grinned manically and grabbed her by the arms to lead her upstairs to the dormitories.
""Girls and guys sleep in differed dorms," Jubilee was explaining, "And we aren't allowed in each others rooms after nine on any night which is totally nasty, but its better than it was: it used to be at all, but there was like, a revolt. Oh right, we're here."
Indeed they were. Rogue, who'd taken Kitty's arm, had disengaged herself and opened the wooden door with a flourish,
"Volia!" she announced, "Our humble abode!"
Unlike the hallways, which were finely wood panelled with several paintings and statues lining the walls, the dorm room appeared slightly more modern: the beds were single and by the looks of it, made from shiny chrome, the carpet was fluffy blue and a window opposite the door looked over the expansive grounds, and apparently they liked spraying deodorant -there was the distinct smell of it about the room.
The room had also very obviously been customised, though with certain boundaries -each bed was different, decorated with blankets, cushions, throws; one even had photographs pinned to either side, there was one that hadn't be changed though -it was merely covered in green sheets and white blanket and pillow.
"That's yours -Mr. Summers put it in a little while ago."
"You'll so have to make it your own: green is totally not you." exclaimed Jubilee, eyeing the bed with horror as she stepped over a pile of textbooks to the bed with a massive poster tacked above it, "What do you think of him? Isn't he gorgeous?"
Falcon stared at her, then raised her eyebrows at Rogue and Kitty,
"Is she for real?" she mouthed,
"Oh yeah." Was the silent reply.
Shrugging, she took a closer look at the poster -it was one that adorned several subways and was pasted on just as many billboards, though she still couldn't see anything very special about the blonde haired man.
"He's alright -if you like that kinda thing, I s'pose."
"Oh my God! How can you say that?" she's leapt up onto her bed and kissed the poster on the would-be man's lips.
"Well, it's pretty easy really," she said, "Y'see, when ya see the same poster over and over and over, everywhere, all the time, it's easy to get sick of the same face -even in New York."
Jubilee sent her a mock glare while the others dissolved into giggles on the pile of cushions beneath the window.
"So, what do ya'll do for fun 'round here?"
***
Xavier entered Cerebo alone, his thoughts on the latest mysteries to come to his school. The first was Falcon -there was clearly more to her story than she was telling and he was reluctant to read her mind; the other was the shadow of a man he'd seen in the corridor, somehow he'd entered her mind and projected an image of himself before her. Whoever he was, he would have to be very powerful -and probably an illusionist.
This in mind, her set about searching for him, unfortunately, it was like trying to find a needle in a world-sized haystack.
***
Eleven o'clock came and went by Jean in the lab as she analysed, re-analysed and cross-analysed Falcon's CAT scans. Either Falcon had misunderstood what she'd said, or not even known herself the extent of her mutations.
She was still there, an hour later, when Scott found her, and she was still pouring over data.
"Hey," he said, "Why don't you give all of this a break?"
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into an embrace. Jean sighed, relaxing into his strong arms,
"You're right. I think I've finished anyway. But do you know how amazing all of this is?" she gestured to the computer screen, nearby light boxes and many printouts.
Quite frankly, medical things weren't his strong point; all these scans and data sheets didn't make much sense to him, so, he replied in a way he hoped was satisfactory,
"Very?"
"Do you know what it means, Scott?"
"Uh," Once again Scott prevailed over Cyclops.
"She has a mutation similar to yours, hun."
"Telekinesis? You have that Jean." Scott failed to see where this was going.
"No, she has two -like I have telepathy and telekinesis, Falcon has telekinesis, but her CAT scan's show DNA a lot like yours."
"So -"
"So, it could give us information on yours, we might even be able to find out if there are other ways to control the blasts."
"Hang on," said Scott. "Is she telekinetic with the possibility of blasts, or does she already have them? Are they powered by the sun?"
Jean looked through the data again for a moment, "From what I can tell its active and like yours -we're going to have to tell the Professor."
"Let's do it in the morning, that way I can have you to myself all night," he broke off to kiss her neck, "Come on, lets go to bed for now, it can wait."
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Post Authors Notes: i don't know when the next chapter will be up, cause i don't like this story at all anymore, so, yeah.
--lani,
xxx