D: Some shout outs to RogueVampyr's reviewers read by Effie in
RogueVampyr's voice.
Crystal113: I'll probably keep on writing but reviews and RAIN!!!! help me write faster. Glad you like this stuff and you'll find out his reaction in this chapter. *to self* I think.
Osso: Not sure which side Alexander's gonna be on. Maybe he'll be on his own side. Snakes don't bother me that much except when the slither up next to me without me realizing it. *shudders at distant memory* Wonder if I can get Alexander to erase that memory?
SperryDee: Neither do I, but who knows.
Blondeness: X-Men: Evolution was soo cooool! Kinda sad it's a two parter can't wait for next week. It is kinda funny and I was going for that! MUAHAHAHAHA! *gags coughs chokes and passes out*
Jack-o: Not the end cause I'm baaack! MUAHAHAHAHA! *gags coughs chokes and passes out again*
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I open my desk draw and lift the false bottom off. The picture and its letter companion lay with a few other keepsakes covered in dust. Picking them up, I blow the dust off and hand them to Scott. Upon accepting the picture and letter his mouth forms a frown as he sits heavily on Rogue's bed. I stay at my desk leaning against it and watch as a single tear rolls down his cheek. I move quietly by to sit across from him on my bed.
"This was taken shortly before my parents died. Now that I think about it I remember my mother writing a letter to someone. I asked her who it was but all she said was that I'd find out soon." He picks up the letter over and reads the faded words out loud,
'Dear Jacqueline,
Your father and I wish you would reconsider your decision. We want you to come be part of our family. I know it will be awkward at first but I promise you'll be happy. You'd love Scott and Alex. Scott is smart for his age. He's constantly acquiring new bits and pieces of information. You could teach him how to play chess. He's been begging his father to find someone to teach him. Scott loves sports also but not as much as Alex. Alex is always off kicking a soccer ball or shooting hoops with other boys his age. He wants to go to California for our next vacation so he can learn to surf. You'd have so much fun with them.
We would love to have you at least visit. Maybe we can go to California for a family vacation and the boys and you could learn to surf. Please write back soon. I want to hear how well you're doing in school and sports.
I'll love you forever,
Your mother'
Scott folds the letter back up and lays it aside. "They never said anything."
A long hiatus stretches on for eternity before I finally work up the courage to speak. "When I was a little kid, they- the scientists- made me sit in a room all by myself for days upon days to learn how to do something which they never told me what. I was allowed to take two things with me. So I choose these two things," I say pointing to the picture and letter. "For some reason I still had them from when my mother showed them to me before the men came and took me away. Anyway, I'd have conversations with the different people in the picture. It kept me sane.
"I talked to your picture about intelligent things four year olds talk about. Alex and I would 'discuss' why football was called football when you never really use your feet. We thought it should be called handball but that would somehow turn into another discussion," I say with as small laugh.
"So we were like dolls?" he teases.
I nod, "Yeah pretty much."
"Do you have a picture of her?" I shake my head no. "What about describing her?"
"Her hair was the same colour as yours. She always wore it long and in a French braid. She was tall and said I got my eyes from her. She's like a female version of you: tall, lanky, smart, and a stick in the mud," I add the last comment just for fun. I think Scott gave me his annoyed look but it was kinda hard to see because of his glasses. I just smile at him. "She little blue lasers come out of her fingers. She used it to light the grill cause dad never got around to taking it in to have the igniter replaced."
Scott stands and walks to the door. "Go get changed out of that night dress. I'm going go talk to the professor," he orders and starts to walk out of the room but pauses. "I'll have to call Alex so he can meet his niece. Welcome to the family."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Oh and when you change burn that thing," he says pointing at my white night gown. " Every time I see it I see the pipe through your leg. It gives me creeps."
I can't help but laugh at his mock shudder. "Don't worry. I was gonna do it anyways."
* * *
After a quick shower to wash away the dried blood, I swathe the white night gown in an old towel and toss it on my bed so I could dress. I quickly throw on a pair of red jeans, a black halter, and borrow a pair of Kitty's black sandals. Grabbing the towel, I sneak down the stairs careful to avoid everybody and their questions. Luckily no one was in the near proximity making it easier to slip out the door leading to Ororo's gardens. I sprint across the grass to the back corner of the yard.
There is an unused giant flower pot so I place the bloody night gown and towel into it. A small flame leaps from my finger tips to the inside of the flower pot. I feel someone's arms wrap around my shoulders and smile, "Hey, Liam."
"'Ello," he greets back in his English accent. He presses a kiss in my hair. "What are you doing?"
"Burning the evidence of last night's fight. You?"
"Looking for my favourite person."
"Have you found that person?" I ask my eyes never leaving the fire.
"Yup. However I think Rogue and Bobby are looking for the same person. They want to thank her for saving Rogue's life and see if her injuries she received from saving Rogue's life are healed." He starts to turn me towards the mansion. "We should go find them before they tear the place apart trying to find her."
"We should but not right now."
Liam chuckles and kisses my neck. "I suppose they can wait a little longer."
* * *
"You're welcome to stay on and teach, Alexander," Xavier offered to the man. "The school is always in need of more help."
"Not yet, sir," he declined. "My mind's still filled with the memories I stole from others. I think its time for me to return them to their rightful owners. But I may one day accept your offer if it still stands."
"It always will." Xavier smiled sadly at the younger man. "When will you be leaving?"
"Tomorrow if all goes well."
"Well then I'll leave you to get some food," the wheel chair bound man replied rolling towards the door.
"I didn't take Logan's memories if you're wondering," Alexander admitted, "but I promise to search for them as I return the memories of others."
Xavier wheeled himself around to face the doctor. "I know you didn't take them though I must admit the thought crossed my mind once or twice. However I do not expect nor want you to search for his memories. I believe you have already helped by bringing Destiny into his life. She'll help him more as his daughter than any mutant power."
Alexander nodded in understanding. "I figured as much. Thanks for all you've done, Professor."
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RV *runs in circles screaming*: The end is coming! The end is coming! Review please!
Crystal113: I'll probably keep on writing but reviews and RAIN!!!! help me write faster. Glad you like this stuff and you'll find out his reaction in this chapter. *to self* I think.
Osso: Not sure which side Alexander's gonna be on. Maybe he'll be on his own side. Snakes don't bother me that much except when the slither up next to me without me realizing it. *shudders at distant memory* Wonder if I can get Alexander to erase that memory?
SperryDee: Neither do I, but who knows.
Blondeness: X-Men: Evolution was soo cooool! Kinda sad it's a two parter can't wait for next week. It is kinda funny and I was going for that! MUAHAHAHAHA! *gags coughs chokes and passes out*
Jack-o: Not the end cause I'm baaack! MUAHAHAHAHA! *gags coughs chokes and passes out again*
`~!@#$%^(
I open my desk draw and lift the false bottom off. The picture and its letter companion lay with a few other keepsakes covered in dust. Picking them up, I blow the dust off and hand them to Scott. Upon accepting the picture and letter his mouth forms a frown as he sits heavily on Rogue's bed. I stay at my desk leaning against it and watch as a single tear rolls down his cheek. I move quietly by to sit across from him on my bed.
"This was taken shortly before my parents died. Now that I think about it I remember my mother writing a letter to someone. I asked her who it was but all she said was that I'd find out soon." He picks up the letter over and reads the faded words out loud,
'Dear Jacqueline,
Your father and I wish you would reconsider your decision. We want you to come be part of our family. I know it will be awkward at first but I promise you'll be happy. You'd love Scott and Alex. Scott is smart for his age. He's constantly acquiring new bits and pieces of information. You could teach him how to play chess. He's been begging his father to find someone to teach him. Scott loves sports also but not as much as Alex. Alex is always off kicking a soccer ball or shooting hoops with other boys his age. He wants to go to California for our next vacation so he can learn to surf. You'd have so much fun with them.
We would love to have you at least visit. Maybe we can go to California for a family vacation and the boys and you could learn to surf. Please write back soon. I want to hear how well you're doing in school and sports.
I'll love you forever,
Your mother'
Scott folds the letter back up and lays it aside. "They never said anything."
A long hiatus stretches on for eternity before I finally work up the courage to speak. "When I was a little kid, they- the scientists- made me sit in a room all by myself for days upon days to learn how to do something which they never told me what. I was allowed to take two things with me. So I choose these two things," I say pointing to the picture and letter. "For some reason I still had them from when my mother showed them to me before the men came and took me away. Anyway, I'd have conversations with the different people in the picture. It kept me sane.
"I talked to your picture about intelligent things four year olds talk about. Alex and I would 'discuss' why football was called football when you never really use your feet. We thought it should be called handball but that would somehow turn into another discussion," I say with as small laugh.
"So we were like dolls?" he teases.
I nod, "Yeah pretty much."
"Do you have a picture of her?" I shake my head no. "What about describing her?"
"Her hair was the same colour as yours. She always wore it long and in a French braid. She was tall and said I got my eyes from her. She's like a female version of you: tall, lanky, smart, and a stick in the mud," I add the last comment just for fun. I think Scott gave me his annoyed look but it was kinda hard to see because of his glasses. I just smile at him. "She little blue lasers come out of her fingers. She used it to light the grill cause dad never got around to taking it in to have the igniter replaced."
Scott stands and walks to the door. "Go get changed out of that night dress. I'm going go talk to the professor," he orders and starts to walk out of the room but pauses. "I'll have to call Alex so he can meet his niece. Welcome to the family."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Oh and when you change burn that thing," he says pointing at my white night gown. " Every time I see it I see the pipe through your leg. It gives me creeps."
I can't help but laugh at his mock shudder. "Don't worry. I was gonna do it anyways."
* * *
After a quick shower to wash away the dried blood, I swathe the white night gown in an old towel and toss it on my bed so I could dress. I quickly throw on a pair of red jeans, a black halter, and borrow a pair of Kitty's black sandals. Grabbing the towel, I sneak down the stairs careful to avoid everybody and their questions. Luckily no one was in the near proximity making it easier to slip out the door leading to Ororo's gardens. I sprint across the grass to the back corner of the yard.
There is an unused giant flower pot so I place the bloody night gown and towel into it. A small flame leaps from my finger tips to the inside of the flower pot. I feel someone's arms wrap around my shoulders and smile, "Hey, Liam."
"'Ello," he greets back in his English accent. He presses a kiss in my hair. "What are you doing?"
"Burning the evidence of last night's fight. You?"
"Looking for my favourite person."
"Have you found that person?" I ask my eyes never leaving the fire.
"Yup. However I think Rogue and Bobby are looking for the same person. They want to thank her for saving Rogue's life and see if her injuries she received from saving Rogue's life are healed." He starts to turn me towards the mansion. "We should go find them before they tear the place apart trying to find her."
"We should but not right now."
Liam chuckles and kisses my neck. "I suppose they can wait a little longer."
* * *
"You're welcome to stay on and teach, Alexander," Xavier offered to the man. "The school is always in need of more help."
"Not yet, sir," he declined. "My mind's still filled with the memories I stole from others. I think its time for me to return them to their rightful owners. But I may one day accept your offer if it still stands."
"It always will." Xavier smiled sadly at the younger man. "When will you be leaving?"
"Tomorrow if all goes well."
"Well then I'll leave you to get some food," the wheel chair bound man replied rolling towards the door.
"I didn't take Logan's memories if you're wondering," Alexander admitted, "but I promise to search for them as I return the memories of others."
Xavier wheeled himself around to face the doctor. "I know you didn't take them though I must admit the thought crossed my mind once or twice. However I do not expect nor want you to search for his memories. I believe you have already helped by bringing Destiny into his life. She'll help him more as his daughter than any mutant power."
Alexander nodded in understanding. "I figured as much. Thanks for all you've done, Professor."
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RV *runs in circles screaming*: The end is coming! The end is coming! Review please!