"Maybe it just seems that way 'cause I'm new and you just met me," I
reason. "But it is a possibility. I'm not all that worried about it however
if you want to talk to the professor-"
"No yar right. Ah just me ya. Forget ah said anythin' about it," she smiles and continues walking down the hall. "What size do ya wear?"
I look at her with confusion etched into my features. "What are you talking about?"
"Clothes. What size do ya wear?" she asks again looking at the huge sweatshirt and shorts I still wore. "Ya'll need some to barrow until we can take ya shoppin' for yar own."
"I don't know. I don't recall ever having to worry about them. I just always received a white T-shirt, navy shorts, and socks in the winter," I remember.
"Ah thought ya couldn't remember anythin' of yar past?" Rogue asks me suspiciously.
"I remember bits and pieces, the small things. Nothing big or important," I answer. "I know it is there but it's like it's just out of reach. Do you get what I'm saying or should I shut up?"
"Ah understand. Sorry for gettin' detective-like on ya. Ah don't trust people all that much," she apologizes then mumbles something under her breath. I barely make it out. "Ah must have spaced out after Kurt asked ya what ya did remember."
"I don't trust people all that much either. If you don't believe me ask Dr. Grey what I did to her. Come to think of it I don't remember trusting any one but my father but that was so long ago."
"Enough of this depressin' stuff," Rogue orders. "What about clothes? Maybe Dr. Grey can help me figure out yar size." We stop in front of a large metal door. It swooshes open. "Dr. Grey?"
"In the office Rogue," Jean answers. Rogue leads me to the office. I could hear Jean talking to someone "Take these pills at night for the pain." Scott was in there with her. Jean turns to us. "Hello girls. I'll be with you in just a minute."
"I could still heal Mr. Summers' wrist," I offer softly to Jean.
"No!" Scott snaps and brushes passed me.
"Scott!" Jean scolds him. "If you let her do this it will help me with my test involving her powers. Plus you'd be healed and in no pain."
"Oh alright," he grumbles, "in the name of science." Jean smiles and winks at Rogue and me mischievously. Rogue covers a laugh with a fake cough while I smirk openly.
"What do ya need us ta do?" Rogue asks me.
"Well.Dr. Grey could you remove the cast?" I ask. She nods and sets about removing Scott's cast. "Rogue do you think the professor would want to see me 'test' my power?"
"Yeah, probably. Ah'll go get him." She leaves.
I know. I know. This is a really short chapter. Next one will be long I promise. I've got two more days of school (stupid finals) then I'll be completely focused on writing. Check out my other story in the Angel area entitled A New Slayer.
"No yar right. Ah just me ya. Forget ah said anythin' about it," she smiles and continues walking down the hall. "What size do ya wear?"
I look at her with confusion etched into my features. "What are you talking about?"
"Clothes. What size do ya wear?" she asks again looking at the huge sweatshirt and shorts I still wore. "Ya'll need some to barrow until we can take ya shoppin' for yar own."
"I don't know. I don't recall ever having to worry about them. I just always received a white T-shirt, navy shorts, and socks in the winter," I remember.
"Ah thought ya couldn't remember anythin' of yar past?" Rogue asks me suspiciously.
"I remember bits and pieces, the small things. Nothing big or important," I answer. "I know it is there but it's like it's just out of reach. Do you get what I'm saying or should I shut up?"
"Ah understand. Sorry for gettin' detective-like on ya. Ah don't trust people all that much," she apologizes then mumbles something under her breath. I barely make it out. "Ah must have spaced out after Kurt asked ya what ya did remember."
"I don't trust people all that much either. If you don't believe me ask Dr. Grey what I did to her. Come to think of it I don't remember trusting any one but my father but that was so long ago."
"Enough of this depressin' stuff," Rogue orders. "What about clothes? Maybe Dr. Grey can help me figure out yar size." We stop in front of a large metal door. It swooshes open. "Dr. Grey?"
"In the office Rogue," Jean answers. Rogue leads me to the office. I could hear Jean talking to someone "Take these pills at night for the pain." Scott was in there with her. Jean turns to us. "Hello girls. I'll be with you in just a minute."
"I could still heal Mr. Summers' wrist," I offer softly to Jean.
"No!" Scott snaps and brushes passed me.
"Scott!" Jean scolds him. "If you let her do this it will help me with my test involving her powers. Plus you'd be healed and in no pain."
"Oh alright," he grumbles, "in the name of science." Jean smiles and winks at Rogue and me mischievously. Rogue covers a laugh with a fake cough while I smirk openly.
"What do ya need us ta do?" Rogue asks me.
"Well.Dr. Grey could you remove the cast?" I ask. She nods and sets about removing Scott's cast. "Rogue do you think the professor would want to see me 'test' my power?"
"Yeah, probably. Ah'll go get him." She leaves.
I know. I know. This is a really short chapter. Next one will be long I promise. I've got two more days of school (stupid finals) then I'll be completely focused on writing. Check out my other story in the Angel area entitled A New Slayer.