Acceptance
Part Two
Written By: Swift Winds
Disclaimer: The remote is mine!!! Ha ha ha!!! I got it, fair and square!!! But X-Men Evolution isn't. Please don't sue me, you wouldn't get anything anyway. Except maybe the remote. But that'd be it. Yeah.
"Kirsten, I would like to introduce you to your new home," Professor Xavier said as he wheeled into the Institute, followed by Kirsten, and lastly, Ororo.
Kirsten stood a few feet in front of the main doors in the foyer, her suitcase lying on the ground beside her. Her gaze swept around the room, her eyes wide open in awe. She absently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned toward the professor, a large grin on her face.
:So, what do you think?: Professor Xavier asked, returning the smile.
"It's beautiful," Kirsten replied aloud.
She had experienced the professor's telepathy earlier in the car on the way home from the airport. At first she had been surprised, but she had quickly become accustomed with this form of communication as the professor had used it to explain both his and Ororo's unique abilities. He had also explained the term for people like them. Mutants.
"From what I have been able to gather Kirsten, you are a pyrotic." The Professor had explained. At Kirsten's blank look, he continued, "You have the ability to summon and control flame."
"I don't know about the 'control' part," Kirsten replied dully, directing her gaze out the window. "But that does explain all of those fires."
"That is precisely why you are here." The Professor gestured toward Ororo and himself, "We are going to help you learn to control your abilities. There are others your age at the Institute, who are also learning to control their own personal gifts. Eventually, you will be able to control the flames and use them to your advantage, and even for the greater good."
Kirsten smiled softly and nodded. She would like to be able to control her abilities, especially now that she knew what exactly they were. It was a relief to know that she wasn't some sort of walking disaster magnet. She was also relieved to know that she could control the fires, so that nothing extremely disastrous could happen.
Kirsten was brought out of her reverie by the Professor's voice, "Ororo's going to show you to your room, and when you're done unpacking, I'd like you to come back here so that someone can get you to town to register for the high school."
"All right," Kirsten replied.
She reached down and picked up her suitcase, and looked at Ororo. Ororo smiled and gestured toward the grand staircase leading upstairs.
"If you would follow me please."
Kirsten followed the tall woman up the stairs and down a hallway. A part of her wished that she could look like that, tall and beautiful, but she knew that was impossible since she was only five feet tall in her stocking feet. And nobody had ever called her beautiful.
"This is to be your room," Ororo said, pushing open the door and stepping back to let Kirsten enter.
Kirsten's eyes widened for the second time since entering the mansion. "This is my room? All to myself?"
"Yes, all to yourself," Ororo replied, amused by her reaction.
"Wow."
"I'm glad you like it," Ororo said. "I'll meet you back downstairs in the foyer when you're ready."
"Okay," Kirsten replied.
Ororo smiled and closed the door. Kirsten walked over to the bed and set her suitcase down on top of the pale yellow comforter. She turned around and gazed at her bedroom, amazed at the size of it. She had never had such a big room, not even back when she lived in Scotland. The room was pretty plain, for it had nothing in it to give it a personalized touch. Kirsten was already mentally placing objects around the room, posters and knickknacks that she would have in a few days.
Besides the bed, there was a vanity on one wall with a matching seat. There was a large closet, and a bureau next to it. A large desk was set across from the bed. Next to the bed was a small night stand with an alarm clock and lamp. A large bay window with a window seat led to a view of gardens. Kirsten stood at the window, and gazed out at the gardens. She made a mental note to go exploring that later. She then turned around and looked at her suitcase, remembering what she had to do in the first place. She unzipped the suitcase, and lifted the lid. She began to pull out clothing, and placing them into drawers in the bureau, and some into the closet. When she reached the picture, she carefully set it aside on the bed. When she was finished, she took the picture, and put it on the night stand next to her bed.
Ororo was waiting downstairs with a young girl with her brown hair placed in a high ponytail when Kirsten arrived. They had been chatting about the weather outside, but both stopped and looked at Kirsten as she approached. Ororo gestured toward the girl and introduced her to Kirsten.
"Kirsten, I would like you to meet Kitty Pryde." She then turned toward Kitty, "Kitty, this is our newest addition to the household, Kirsten Mackay."
"Hi!" Kitty chirped, a huge megawatt smile on her face. "Welcome to the Institute."
Kirsten couldn't help but admire this girl's extroverted friendliness as she replied with a small smile of her own, "Thanks."
"No prob!" Kitty replied, "Me and Ororo are gonna be taking you into Bayville right now so that you can get registered. Once you get your schedule, I'll show you where your classes are, so you can at least get a general idea."
"Thanks," Kirsten smiled gratefully, "I really appreciate that."
"You're welcome," was Kitty's response. "Hey, what grade are you in?" she asked curiously.
"Sophomore."
"Hey cool! I'm a freshman. So that makes you, like, fifteen or sixteen, right?"
"Fifteen."
"I hate to interrupt your conversation girls," Ororo interjected, "But we really must get going. The school isn't going to be open for much longer. You can continue this in the car, all right?"
"Oops!" Kitty grinned sheepishly, turning toward the older woman, "Sorry."
"It's all right. Now, c'mon, we really do have to get going."
Both girls followed the older woman out the door and into a SUV type vehicle, Kitty taking the backseat, and Kirsten taking the front passenger seat, turning around in her seat to talk to Kitty. In the car, they continued the conversation, telling each other a bit about their backgrounds. Kitty told Kirsten a lot, about the other students at the Institute, and about herself. At the Professor's request though, she left out everything about the X-Men.
"The two oldest ones are Scott and Jean, who are also, the most frustrating couple on the face of the planet. They like each other, but neither one is willing to admit it. So they just pretty much dance around in circles in the relationship department." Kitty made a face, causing Kirsten to smile. She grinned back, then continued, "Yeah, um, Scott's powers are like, these force beams that shoot from his eyes. He can't control them so he has to wear red glasses or a visor at all times. A lot of kids think that he's just stuck up, but he's really not. And Jean's a telekinetic and a telepathic, though she's not as powerful as the Prof. She's real nice, I think you'll like her.
"Next I guess would be Rogue. She's pretty cool, once you get to know her. At first she seems to be all cold and stuff, but she's really not that bad. Watch out for her skin though. If she touches you, she zaps your powers for a bit and knocks you unconscious, so she can't touch anybody. She has to cover up her skin all the time."
"That must be hard," Kirsten mused.
"I'd say so," Kitty nodded. "Um, Kurt would be the next one. He's pretty cool, although a little weird sometimes. Don't let his appearance fool you though, he's really a sweetheart."
"What do you mean?" Kirsten asked.
"Well for starters," Kitty answered, "He's blue. And fuzzy. And he's got a tail and pointed ears. But he's got this image inducer thingy that makes him look like the rest of us, since most people would freak if they saw him normally. He's really acrobatic, and he can teleport, but if you're downwind of him when he teleports, the smoke he leaves behind really smells." Kitty wrinkled her nose.
"Another student we have is Evan, Ororo's nephew. He's pretty cool. He can produce these spikes from his body, and use them as a weapon or projectiles. But it also leaves his clothes all torn up. I think he must go through a lot of money buying or repairing his clothing."
Ororo smiled as she replied, "His family does, yes."
Kirsten returned Ororo's smile, then turned around to look at Kitty again. "So what's your ability, Kitty?"
"I can phase through walls and stuff," Kitty replied, "To put it simply, I can pretty much walk through anything." To prove her point, she phased her arm through the backseat and pulled it back out.
"Wow, that's cool," Kirsten commented.
"What can you do?" Now it was Kitty's turn to ask.
Kirsten opened her hand, palm side facing up. A small flame flickered to life, then flared up about six inches.
"I can manipulate flame," Kirsten replied. "I just found out about this recently. I can start a fire just by thinking about it. Sometimes they start even when I don't want them too though." She frowned, as she recalled the memory of the fire in her science class. She had been mesmerized by the fire. While everyone else in the class had panicked while the teacher struggled with the fire extinguisher, she had just sat there, gazing into the flames. After the teacher had extinguished the fire, the other students had all treated Kirsten more coldly than before, since she hadn't reacted toward the fire like the others had.
"Cool." Kitty grinned, bringing Kirsten back to reality, "So you aren't affected by heat, huh?"
Kirsten smiled. "Now that you mention it, no, I'm not." She had never thought about that before, but it was true. In the summer, when others sat complaining about the heat, she felt comfortable. Warm, but not too hot. The thought had never crossed her mind.
Kirsten listened as Kitty continued chatting, telling her about the high school. She stared out the window, and smiled. Things were starting to look up, a little voice said inside her head.
They were looking up indeed.
Part Two
Written By: Swift Winds
Disclaimer: The remote is mine!!! Ha ha ha!!! I got it, fair and square!!! But X-Men Evolution isn't. Please don't sue me, you wouldn't get anything anyway. Except maybe the remote. But that'd be it. Yeah.
"Kirsten, I would like to introduce you to your new home," Professor Xavier said as he wheeled into the Institute, followed by Kirsten, and lastly, Ororo.
Kirsten stood a few feet in front of the main doors in the foyer, her suitcase lying on the ground beside her. Her gaze swept around the room, her eyes wide open in awe. She absently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned toward the professor, a large grin on her face.
:So, what do you think?: Professor Xavier asked, returning the smile.
"It's beautiful," Kirsten replied aloud.
She had experienced the professor's telepathy earlier in the car on the way home from the airport. At first she had been surprised, but she had quickly become accustomed with this form of communication as the professor had used it to explain both his and Ororo's unique abilities. He had also explained the term for people like them. Mutants.
"From what I have been able to gather Kirsten, you are a pyrotic." The Professor had explained. At Kirsten's blank look, he continued, "You have the ability to summon and control flame."
"I don't know about the 'control' part," Kirsten replied dully, directing her gaze out the window. "But that does explain all of those fires."
"That is precisely why you are here." The Professor gestured toward Ororo and himself, "We are going to help you learn to control your abilities. There are others your age at the Institute, who are also learning to control their own personal gifts. Eventually, you will be able to control the flames and use them to your advantage, and even for the greater good."
Kirsten smiled softly and nodded. She would like to be able to control her abilities, especially now that she knew what exactly they were. It was a relief to know that she wasn't some sort of walking disaster magnet. She was also relieved to know that she could control the fires, so that nothing extremely disastrous could happen.
Kirsten was brought out of her reverie by the Professor's voice, "Ororo's going to show you to your room, and when you're done unpacking, I'd like you to come back here so that someone can get you to town to register for the high school."
"All right," Kirsten replied.
She reached down and picked up her suitcase, and looked at Ororo. Ororo smiled and gestured toward the grand staircase leading upstairs.
"If you would follow me please."
Kirsten followed the tall woman up the stairs and down a hallway. A part of her wished that she could look like that, tall and beautiful, but she knew that was impossible since she was only five feet tall in her stocking feet. And nobody had ever called her beautiful.
"This is to be your room," Ororo said, pushing open the door and stepping back to let Kirsten enter.
Kirsten's eyes widened for the second time since entering the mansion. "This is my room? All to myself?"
"Yes, all to yourself," Ororo replied, amused by her reaction.
"Wow."
"I'm glad you like it," Ororo said. "I'll meet you back downstairs in the foyer when you're ready."
"Okay," Kirsten replied.
Ororo smiled and closed the door. Kirsten walked over to the bed and set her suitcase down on top of the pale yellow comforter. She turned around and gazed at her bedroom, amazed at the size of it. She had never had such a big room, not even back when she lived in Scotland. The room was pretty plain, for it had nothing in it to give it a personalized touch. Kirsten was already mentally placing objects around the room, posters and knickknacks that she would have in a few days.
Besides the bed, there was a vanity on one wall with a matching seat. There was a large closet, and a bureau next to it. A large desk was set across from the bed. Next to the bed was a small night stand with an alarm clock and lamp. A large bay window with a window seat led to a view of gardens. Kirsten stood at the window, and gazed out at the gardens. She made a mental note to go exploring that later. She then turned around and looked at her suitcase, remembering what she had to do in the first place. She unzipped the suitcase, and lifted the lid. She began to pull out clothing, and placing them into drawers in the bureau, and some into the closet. When she reached the picture, she carefully set it aside on the bed. When she was finished, she took the picture, and put it on the night stand next to her bed.
Ororo was waiting downstairs with a young girl with her brown hair placed in a high ponytail when Kirsten arrived. They had been chatting about the weather outside, but both stopped and looked at Kirsten as she approached. Ororo gestured toward the girl and introduced her to Kirsten.
"Kirsten, I would like you to meet Kitty Pryde." She then turned toward Kitty, "Kitty, this is our newest addition to the household, Kirsten Mackay."
"Hi!" Kitty chirped, a huge megawatt smile on her face. "Welcome to the Institute."
Kirsten couldn't help but admire this girl's extroverted friendliness as she replied with a small smile of her own, "Thanks."
"No prob!" Kitty replied, "Me and Ororo are gonna be taking you into Bayville right now so that you can get registered. Once you get your schedule, I'll show you where your classes are, so you can at least get a general idea."
"Thanks," Kirsten smiled gratefully, "I really appreciate that."
"You're welcome," was Kitty's response. "Hey, what grade are you in?" she asked curiously.
"Sophomore."
"Hey cool! I'm a freshman. So that makes you, like, fifteen or sixteen, right?"
"Fifteen."
"I hate to interrupt your conversation girls," Ororo interjected, "But we really must get going. The school isn't going to be open for much longer. You can continue this in the car, all right?"
"Oops!" Kitty grinned sheepishly, turning toward the older woman, "Sorry."
"It's all right. Now, c'mon, we really do have to get going."
Both girls followed the older woman out the door and into a SUV type vehicle, Kitty taking the backseat, and Kirsten taking the front passenger seat, turning around in her seat to talk to Kitty. In the car, they continued the conversation, telling each other a bit about their backgrounds. Kitty told Kirsten a lot, about the other students at the Institute, and about herself. At the Professor's request though, she left out everything about the X-Men.
"The two oldest ones are Scott and Jean, who are also, the most frustrating couple on the face of the planet. They like each other, but neither one is willing to admit it. So they just pretty much dance around in circles in the relationship department." Kitty made a face, causing Kirsten to smile. She grinned back, then continued, "Yeah, um, Scott's powers are like, these force beams that shoot from his eyes. He can't control them so he has to wear red glasses or a visor at all times. A lot of kids think that he's just stuck up, but he's really not. And Jean's a telekinetic and a telepathic, though she's not as powerful as the Prof. She's real nice, I think you'll like her.
"Next I guess would be Rogue. She's pretty cool, once you get to know her. At first she seems to be all cold and stuff, but she's really not that bad. Watch out for her skin though. If she touches you, she zaps your powers for a bit and knocks you unconscious, so she can't touch anybody. She has to cover up her skin all the time."
"That must be hard," Kirsten mused.
"I'd say so," Kitty nodded. "Um, Kurt would be the next one. He's pretty cool, although a little weird sometimes. Don't let his appearance fool you though, he's really a sweetheart."
"What do you mean?" Kirsten asked.
"Well for starters," Kitty answered, "He's blue. And fuzzy. And he's got a tail and pointed ears. But he's got this image inducer thingy that makes him look like the rest of us, since most people would freak if they saw him normally. He's really acrobatic, and he can teleport, but if you're downwind of him when he teleports, the smoke he leaves behind really smells." Kitty wrinkled her nose.
"Another student we have is Evan, Ororo's nephew. He's pretty cool. He can produce these spikes from his body, and use them as a weapon or projectiles. But it also leaves his clothes all torn up. I think he must go through a lot of money buying or repairing his clothing."
Ororo smiled as she replied, "His family does, yes."
Kirsten returned Ororo's smile, then turned around to look at Kitty again. "So what's your ability, Kitty?"
"I can phase through walls and stuff," Kitty replied, "To put it simply, I can pretty much walk through anything." To prove her point, she phased her arm through the backseat and pulled it back out.
"Wow, that's cool," Kirsten commented.
"What can you do?" Now it was Kitty's turn to ask.
Kirsten opened her hand, palm side facing up. A small flame flickered to life, then flared up about six inches.
"I can manipulate flame," Kirsten replied. "I just found out about this recently. I can start a fire just by thinking about it. Sometimes they start even when I don't want them too though." She frowned, as she recalled the memory of the fire in her science class. She had been mesmerized by the fire. While everyone else in the class had panicked while the teacher struggled with the fire extinguisher, she had just sat there, gazing into the flames. After the teacher had extinguished the fire, the other students had all treated Kirsten more coldly than before, since she hadn't reacted toward the fire like the others had.
"Cool." Kitty grinned, bringing Kirsten back to reality, "So you aren't affected by heat, huh?"
Kirsten smiled. "Now that you mention it, no, I'm not." She had never thought about that before, but it was true. In the summer, when others sat complaining about the heat, she felt comfortable. Warm, but not too hot. The thought had never crossed her mind.
Kirsten listened as Kitty continued chatting, telling her about the high school. She stared out the window, and smiled. Things were starting to look up, a little voice said inside her head.
They were looking up indeed.