But Do I Want To?
Christa was so enraptured with the play, that she hardly noticed the circle empty seats around them. At one point Christa caught herself reaching for Beasts hand. Deciding she had better not, she withdrew her hand. Unaware that Hank had stopped himself from doing the very same thing.
When the play finished finished, and they were outside again, Christ drank in the cool summer night air.
"The play was wonderful, but it's good to be outside again." She said as a breeze flipped her hair.
"Indeed, but it's late and I need to get you back to the Institute."
Closing her eye's and sighing, she nodded.
This is the perfect beginning, she thought happily as Hank drove her home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wolverine watched as Christa, or, Electrolite as she had come to call herself. Jumped and and dodged the enemy in her training. It had been a year since she had come to the Institute; six months since she became an official X-Man. The recently turned lithe twenty year old created a ball of electricity and fired it at the gun.
The older Canuck had to admit that Christa looked good in her powder blue and silver uniform. It was very streamline with a high collar, and two silver lightning bolt stripes starting from her shoulders and working down her chest; stopping at the tips of her boots. She had tiny white, mesh-like gloves on.
There was a flash of lightning in front of him. Looking down he saw Christa looking up at him. He activated the speaker.
"Hey kid, why'd ya stop?"
"I thought you said it would be harder this time!" She yelled up.
"Logan chuckled, " I would've, but Chuck had to tone down the repair bill."
Logan saw her shoulder slump as she left the Danger Room. The only one's who were here during school hours was him, Chuck, Ororo and Hank. And he had a good idea who she was going to visit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Changing back into her street clothes ( A pair of shorts, an oversized sweater she had 'borrowed' from Logan and her white gloves. Throwing her uniform on the bed she left for the family room. Inside she found Hank and Ororo. Christa plopped on the couch beside her.
"The others will be home soon. I should start supper." Ororo said, checking her watch.
Once she had left, Christa pointed at the t.v and turned it on.
"How was training?" Hank asked, setting down the paper he was reading.
Christa grudingly pulled herself into a sitting position.
"It wasn't what I was expecting. But, I think he just wants to take it easy on the only other maple leaf around here."
It was true, Christa noted. Logan had become almost like a father figure to her. Even accompying her back to Nova Scotia to visit her parents and brother; whom they had under close surveillence in case he began to show signs of mutant abilities.
Hank laughed, knowing that she constantly teased the older mutant for his sappy side.
"It's so boring here. You know what? Sometimes I actually wish the Brotherhood would attack or...something...anything!" She fell back down, looking up at Hank.
Hank picked up her hand, and moved to touch her face. But she shrank back at the last second.
"Beast, we... can't... my skin..." She pulled her hand back and stood up.
"You're skin is fine. You've got full control of your powers now. The professor says your fine."
She looked back at his pleading face, "But can we be sure? The last thing I want to do is kill the on I-" She stopped, eyes wide with the realization of what she was about to say.
"Christa," He tried, but she had already taken off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Christa didn't return last night?" Hank laid his face in his hands, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Rest assured that nothing has happened to her. I checked with Cerebro this morning."
Hanks head shot up, "Cerebro, yes! We can use Cerebro to find her."
Charles steepled his fingers and rested his chin, "Hank, Christa has done this before, and has come back to us fine. Logan is already out checking her usual spots." At his friends pinched, sad features, he nodded.
"But I know what this is really about. I think all Christa needs is some room to breath. She has a wild spirit and she needs to do this once and a while to prove to herself that she still can."
Hank was leaving when he paused, door knob in hand, "Professor, do you think she is capable of touch?"
"She is, but the problem is not if she can touch someone, but whether she wants to let herself."
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Alright, I need to know if you still like this or not. I have some ideas but for now I'm going to try and keep the chapters medium...unless my muse decides to torture me with tidbits of ideas...
Christa was so enraptured with the play, that she hardly noticed the circle empty seats around them. At one point Christa caught herself reaching for Beasts hand. Deciding she had better not, she withdrew her hand. Unaware that Hank had stopped himself from doing the very same thing.
When the play finished finished, and they were outside again, Christ drank in the cool summer night air.
"The play was wonderful, but it's good to be outside again." She said as a breeze flipped her hair.
"Indeed, but it's late and I need to get you back to the Institute."
Closing her eye's and sighing, she nodded.
This is the perfect beginning, she thought happily as Hank drove her home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wolverine watched as Christa, or, Electrolite as she had come to call herself. Jumped and and dodged the enemy in her training. It had been a year since she had come to the Institute; six months since she became an official X-Man. The recently turned lithe twenty year old created a ball of electricity and fired it at the gun.
The older Canuck had to admit that Christa looked good in her powder blue and silver uniform. It was very streamline with a high collar, and two silver lightning bolt stripes starting from her shoulders and working down her chest; stopping at the tips of her boots. She had tiny white, mesh-like gloves on.
There was a flash of lightning in front of him. Looking down he saw Christa looking up at him. He activated the speaker.
"Hey kid, why'd ya stop?"
"I thought you said it would be harder this time!" She yelled up.
"Logan chuckled, " I would've, but Chuck had to tone down the repair bill."
Logan saw her shoulder slump as she left the Danger Room. The only one's who were here during school hours was him, Chuck, Ororo and Hank. And he had a good idea who she was going to visit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Changing back into her street clothes ( A pair of shorts, an oversized sweater she had 'borrowed' from Logan and her white gloves. Throwing her uniform on the bed she left for the family room. Inside she found Hank and Ororo. Christa plopped on the couch beside her.
"The others will be home soon. I should start supper." Ororo said, checking her watch.
Once she had left, Christa pointed at the t.v and turned it on.
"How was training?" Hank asked, setting down the paper he was reading.
Christa grudingly pulled herself into a sitting position.
"It wasn't what I was expecting. But, I think he just wants to take it easy on the only other maple leaf around here."
It was true, Christa noted. Logan had become almost like a father figure to her. Even accompying her back to Nova Scotia to visit her parents and brother; whom they had under close surveillence in case he began to show signs of mutant abilities.
Hank laughed, knowing that she constantly teased the older mutant for his sappy side.
"It's so boring here. You know what? Sometimes I actually wish the Brotherhood would attack or...something...anything!" She fell back down, looking up at Hank.
Hank picked up her hand, and moved to touch her face. But she shrank back at the last second.
"Beast, we... can't... my skin..." She pulled her hand back and stood up.
"You're skin is fine. You've got full control of your powers now. The professor says your fine."
She looked back at his pleading face, "But can we be sure? The last thing I want to do is kill the on I-" She stopped, eyes wide with the realization of what she was about to say.
"Christa," He tried, but she had already taken off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Christa didn't return last night?" Hank laid his face in his hands, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Rest assured that nothing has happened to her. I checked with Cerebro this morning."
Hanks head shot up, "Cerebro, yes! We can use Cerebro to find her."
Charles steepled his fingers and rested his chin, "Hank, Christa has done this before, and has come back to us fine. Logan is already out checking her usual spots." At his friends pinched, sad features, he nodded.
"But I know what this is really about. I think all Christa needs is some room to breath. She has a wild spirit and she needs to do this once and a while to prove to herself that she still can."
Hank was leaving when he paused, door knob in hand, "Professor, do you think she is capable of touch?"
"She is, but the problem is not if she can touch someone, but whether she wants to let herself."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Alright, I need to know if you still like this or not. I have some ideas but for now I'm going to try and keep the chapters medium...unless my muse decides to torture me with tidbits of ideas...