Unfinished Business
Jean placed a dime on the table in front of Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked down at the dime, then at Jean. "Okay, since we're outside, I figure it'd be safer, just in case something gets out of control." Jean smiled.
Elizabeth nervously ran her hands through her long black hair, combing it out of her face. "The key to controlling your telekinesis is focus. Focus on the specific item; such as this dime." Jean explained.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, "Why a dime?"
"Let's start out small first." Jean nervously said.
Elizabeth nodded. "Concentrate on moving this dime and this dime alone. Learn to use your ability with your mind, Elizabeth." Jean instructed.
"But, Jean, my telekinesis isn't very strong. I'm more telepathic than anything else." Elizabeth sighed.
Jean shook her head, "Your power will develop the more you use it."
"Okay, well, here goes nothing." Elizabeth retorted.
Elizabeth stared at the dime in front of her. She concentrated on the dime, everything else around her becoming blurry. Elizabeth concentrated on levitating the dime from the table. Suddenly, the dime began to shake. The dime began to hesitantly levitate off of the table. Elizabeth's eyes moved with the dime, as it floated higher in front of her. "Good!" Jean smiled.
Suddenly, Elizabeth's concentration interrupted, as she thought of her brother. The dime dropped onto the table. "What happened?" Jean asked.
Elizabeth sighed, "N-Nothing. I'm sorry."
Jean shrugged. "That's okay. You want to try some more?" She asked her.
Elizabeth shook her head. "I think that we should maybe continue tomorrow."
Jean nodded in understanding. "Alright then."
Charles entered the formal dining room, and smiled as he saw the students and staff sitting around the table eating their lunches. He moved to settle at the head of the table. He noticed Elizabeth sitting at the end of the table, with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. She was staring at her plate, moving her fork at the food. "Elizabeth? Are you alright?" He asked.
Elizabeth quickly looked up at him. "Yes, Professor. I'm fine."
Charles looked at her with a look of concern on his face. He hesitantly nodded, and smiled at the students at the table. Kurt reached over to the bowl of salad in front of Remy. Remy slapped Kurt's hand, before he could grab the bowl. He looked at Kurt, and pointed his fork at him, "Kurt, a polite man asks for something to be passed to him at the table, mon ami'."
Kurt smiled, and sat back in his seat, "Sorry. Remy, can you please pass the salad?"
Remy grinned, "That's better."
Remy passed Kurt the salad bowl. The phone rang, and Elizabeth's head shot up. Storm answered the phone. She waited, and looked at Peter, "Peter, it's for you."
Peter rolled his eyes, and stood up. He grabbed the phone from Storm, and walked out of the room. Elizabeth sunk back in her seat, staring at her plate. Rogue looked up across from her, at Elizabeth. She leaned towards her, "Betsy." She whispered.
Elizabeth's eyes moved up, to look at her. "Why don't you and I go shopping today after lunch?" Rogue suggested.
Elizabeth shrugged, "I don't know Rogue."
"Oh, come on, Betsy. Let's get out of the house, okay?" Rogue asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and then nodded. "Alright. That sounds like a good idea, anyway."
Peter groaned out of frustration, as he talked on the phone. "No, Tara! This is ridiculous! You're calling me on the phone, yelling at me about how we need to stay together to work things out.You were the one who hung up on me in the first place!" Peter snapped.
"But, Peter! You know that you and I belong together! I can't give you up over something stupid like this!" Tara complained.
"No, Tara. This is starting to get stupid. I have to go." Peter snapped, before hanging up the phone.
Peter placed the phone back onto the mount on the wall. He rolled his eyes, saying to himself, "What a bimbo."
Sabertooth stirred from his sleep. He opened his eyes, and shot up. He looked around himself at his surroundings. He sniffed the air. The last thing he could remember was the girl at the abandoned laboratories. "Where the hell am I?" He asked himself.
He growled, as he remembered the girl who stunned him, attempting to stop him from his real mission. Magneto had sent him to the laboratories to lure a new recruit from the Xavier Institute. He was to capture the recruit, and take him back to Magneto. Was the recruit a him, or a her? He couldn't remember. Rage began to fuel through his mind, as he remembered the girl shoving her glowing fists, drowning him of his consciousness. He hated anything that got in his way. He wanted to destroy whoever, or whatever stood in his way from proving himself to Magneto. He wanted revenge for his failure. He wanted to destroy the girl that stood by the X Men that caused him to fail Magneto.
Peter walked down the hallway towards his room. He saw Elizabeth's room door open and stopped in his tracks as Elizabeth stepped out of her room. He stared at what she was wearing. She wore her thick long black hair down, with make up on her face. She wore black flare jeans that hugged her hips. She had a thick black belt wrapped through the belt loops of her jeans, and buckled in the center. She wore a dark purple long sleeved shirt that accented her figure. She closed the door after her, and looked up at him. He nervously cleared his throat. "Oh, hi Peter." She coldly said.
"Hi, Elizabeth. Where are you going?" He asked.
Elizabeth walked past him. "Out with Rogue; see you later."
Peter looked after her, and whistled as he turned back to walking towards his room.
Sabertooth stared at the town in front of him, from the cliff near the mountain ranges he was dumped at. He growled, as he ran down the trail leading towards the town below.
Brian sat in front of his father's grave site. He stared at the tombstone. He sighed, and leaned forward. "Well, dad; you obviously know that I know what happened with Betsy," Brian shook his head; "I don't know what to do, dad. If you were here, I know you'd be able to give me the advice I need. I don't know if I can handle the fact that my real twin has been dead, with only her brain transferred to another girl's body."
Brian sat back, and sighed. He bowed his head, deep in his thoughts. He looked up, as he heard Jamie sitting next to him. "You heard?" Brian asked his older brother.
Jamie nodded, "Mum told me when we found out you were coming home."
Jamie ran his hands through his dark brown hair, and looked at his younger brother. "Jamie, how can that be Betsy? I mean; to tell you the truth, I don't know if I could look at her the same." Brian sighed.
Jamie looked at his father's grave stone in front of them. He then handed his brother a photograph, "You know what dad would say to you?" Jamie asked him.
Brian looked at the photograph. It was of him giving Elizabeth a piggy back ride, with both of them smiling into the camera. "Dad would tell you to just look at your sister. It's only a body. The soul is what makes her Elizabeth," Jamie explained. "Remember when that picture was taken?"
Brian smiled, staring at the photograph. "That's when she finally came home. We were so happy to see each other. After she called me Bee, I knew it was her." Brian remembered.
Jamie nodded. "You knew that only Lizard could call you Bee." Jamie sighed, "So, what changed the fact that that was Elizabeth?"
Brian looked at his older brother, beginning to understand what he was trying to say. He shouldn't have thought anything else of his sister; or even juggled with the thought of doing it. Even though the other half of him had been dead, her soul still lived on with her mind and memories of her whole life; just in another physical form. Their souls were two of the same. "You're right, Jamie." Brian smiled.
Jean placed a dime on the table in front of Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked down at the dime, then at Jean. "Okay, since we're outside, I figure it'd be safer, just in case something gets out of control." Jean smiled.
Elizabeth nervously ran her hands through her long black hair, combing it out of her face. "The key to controlling your telekinesis is focus. Focus on the specific item; such as this dime." Jean explained.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, "Why a dime?"
"Let's start out small first." Jean nervously said.
Elizabeth nodded. "Concentrate on moving this dime and this dime alone. Learn to use your ability with your mind, Elizabeth." Jean instructed.
"But, Jean, my telekinesis isn't very strong. I'm more telepathic than anything else." Elizabeth sighed.
Jean shook her head, "Your power will develop the more you use it."
"Okay, well, here goes nothing." Elizabeth retorted.
Elizabeth stared at the dime in front of her. She concentrated on the dime, everything else around her becoming blurry. Elizabeth concentrated on levitating the dime from the table. Suddenly, the dime began to shake. The dime began to hesitantly levitate off of the table. Elizabeth's eyes moved with the dime, as it floated higher in front of her. "Good!" Jean smiled.
Suddenly, Elizabeth's concentration interrupted, as she thought of her brother. The dime dropped onto the table. "What happened?" Jean asked.
Elizabeth sighed, "N-Nothing. I'm sorry."
Jean shrugged. "That's okay. You want to try some more?" She asked her.
Elizabeth shook her head. "I think that we should maybe continue tomorrow."
Jean nodded in understanding. "Alright then."
Charles entered the formal dining room, and smiled as he saw the students and staff sitting around the table eating their lunches. He moved to settle at the head of the table. He noticed Elizabeth sitting at the end of the table, with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. She was staring at her plate, moving her fork at the food. "Elizabeth? Are you alright?" He asked.
Elizabeth quickly looked up at him. "Yes, Professor. I'm fine."
Charles looked at her with a look of concern on his face. He hesitantly nodded, and smiled at the students at the table. Kurt reached over to the bowl of salad in front of Remy. Remy slapped Kurt's hand, before he could grab the bowl. He looked at Kurt, and pointed his fork at him, "Kurt, a polite man asks for something to be passed to him at the table, mon ami'."
Kurt smiled, and sat back in his seat, "Sorry. Remy, can you please pass the salad?"
Remy grinned, "That's better."
Remy passed Kurt the salad bowl. The phone rang, and Elizabeth's head shot up. Storm answered the phone. She waited, and looked at Peter, "Peter, it's for you."
Peter rolled his eyes, and stood up. He grabbed the phone from Storm, and walked out of the room. Elizabeth sunk back in her seat, staring at her plate. Rogue looked up across from her, at Elizabeth. She leaned towards her, "Betsy." She whispered.
Elizabeth's eyes moved up, to look at her. "Why don't you and I go shopping today after lunch?" Rogue suggested.
Elizabeth shrugged, "I don't know Rogue."
"Oh, come on, Betsy. Let's get out of the house, okay?" Rogue asked.
Elizabeth sighed, and then nodded. "Alright. That sounds like a good idea, anyway."
Peter groaned out of frustration, as he talked on the phone. "No, Tara! This is ridiculous! You're calling me on the phone, yelling at me about how we need to stay together to work things out.You were the one who hung up on me in the first place!" Peter snapped.
"But, Peter! You know that you and I belong together! I can't give you up over something stupid like this!" Tara complained.
"No, Tara. This is starting to get stupid. I have to go." Peter snapped, before hanging up the phone.
Peter placed the phone back onto the mount on the wall. He rolled his eyes, saying to himself, "What a bimbo."
Sabertooth stirred from his sleep. He opened his eyes, and shot up. He looked around himself at his surroundings. He sniffed the air. The last thing he could remember was the girl at the abandoned laboratories. "Where the hell am I?" He asked himself.
He growled, as he remembered the girl who stunned him, attempting to stop him from his real mission. Magneto had sent him to the laboratories to lure a new recruit from the Xavier Institute. He was to capture the recruit, and take him back to Magneto. Was the recruit a him, or a her? He couldn't remember. Rage began to fuel through his mind, as he remembered the girl shoving her glowing fists, drowning him of his consciousness. He hated anything that got in his way. He wanted to destroy whoever, or whatever stood in his way from proving himself to Magneto. He wanted revenge for his failure. He wanted to destroy the girl that stood by the X Men that caused him to fail Magneto.
Peter walked down the hallway towards his room. He saw Elizabeth's room door open and stopped in his tracks as Elizabeth stepped out of her room. He stared at what she was wearing. She wore her thick long black hair down, with make up on her face. She wore black flare jeans that hugged her hips. She had a thick black belt wrapped through the belt loops of her jeans, and buckled in the center. She wore a dark purple long sleeved shirt that accented her figure. She closed the door after her, and looked up at him. He nervously cleared his throat. "Oh, hi Peter." She coldly said.
"Hi, Elizabeth. Where are you going?" He asked.
Elizabeth walked past him. "Out with Rogue; see you later."
Peter looked after her, and whistled as he turned back to walking towards his room.
Sabertooth stared at the town in front of him, from the cliff near the mountain ranges he was dumped at. He growled, as he ran down the trail leading towards the town below.
Brian sat in front of his father's grave site. He stared at the tombstone. He sighed, and leaned forward. "Well, dad; you obviously know that I know what happened with Betsy," Brian shook his head; "I don't know what to do, dad. If you were here, I know you'd be able to give me the advice I need. I don't know if I can handle the fact that my real twin has been dead, with only her brain transferred to another girl's body."
Brian sat back, and sighed. He bowed his head, deep in his thoughts. He looked up, as he heard Jamie sitting next to him. "You heard?" Brian asked his older brother.
Jamie nodded, "Mum told me when we found out you were coming home."
Jamie ran his hands through his dark brown hair, and looked at his younger brother. "Jamie, how can that be Betsy? I mean; to tell you the truth, I don't know if I could look at her the same." Brian sighed.
Jamie looked at his father's grave stone in front of them. He then handed his brother a photograph, "You know what dad would say to you?" Jamie asked him.
Brian looked at the photograph. It was of him giving Elizabeth a piggy back ride, with both of them smiling into the camera. "Dad would tell you to just look at your sister. It's only a body. The soul is what makes her Elizabeth," Jamie explained. "Remember when that picture was taken?"
Brian smiled, staring at the photograph. "That's when she finally came home. We were so happy to see each other. After she called me Bee, I knew it was her." Brian remembered.
Jamie nodded. "You knew that only Lizard could call you Bee." Jamie sighed, "So, what changed the fact that that was Elizabeth?"
Brian looked at his older brother, beginning to understand what he was trying to say. He shouldn't have thought anything else of his sister; or even juggled with the thought of doing it. Even though the other half of him had been dead, her soul still lived on with her mind and memories of her whole life; just in another physical form. Their souls were two of the same. "You're right, Jamie." Brian smiled.
