Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from the X-Men
characters. Thank you to Corrinth for the use of her character Dr. Ilehana
Xavier. I do own Blaze, and appreciate authors not using her without
asking.
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 04
Disembarking the plane, Blaze rifled quickly through her hand luggage for her passport. There weren't many people about; the plane hadn't been anywhere near fun. Mostly businessmen rushed past her armed with laptops and mobile phones and passports. A few tourists, but February wasn't really a tourist-y kinda month.
"Passport?" A security guard behind a desk asked her through bulletproof glass. Blaze had never liked security guards, came of growing up as a thief.
"Yes, here." Blaze flashed it at him, but it must have been a slow day and he beckoned her to put it in the tray and pass it to him.
"Melanie Beckett?" He asked, scrutinising the photograph a little more closely than Blaze would have liked. That passport was as good a fake as she'd ever had, and it had got her in countries before.
"Yes," She replied, thinking **Don't let it fail now. **
**I won't. If you can tell me why you are trying to get into a foreign country with a forged passport? ** A familiar voice sounded both amused and concerned in her head.
**Professor? Well, I can't hardly use my own. People are still after me after my parent's deaths...**
"Fair enough." Replied the security guard, and Blaze knew Xavier was speaking through him. He put the passport back through the slot and Blaze breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Thank you." She said it sincerely and headed to pick up her single suitcase.
**What are you doing in Cairo, Blaze? **
**Um, sightseeing. You know, pyramids and tombs and stuff. That cat thing...**
**The Sphinx? ** The Professor did not betray any emotion as he quizzed her.
**Yeah. Always wanted to see it. ** They both knew she was lying.
**Promise me Blaze that you are not up to your old tricks again. **
**I promise Professor. ** This time she wasn't lying, why be a thief when you didn't have to? When you have a home and food and people who care about you? Suddenly she missed the Xavier mansion like she'd never missed her parent's home. She'd been away too long; four months is a long time. **I've just got some questions I need answering. **
**All right, but take care. And don't forget you've only a month until you are due home, unless you want me to cancel your date for you? ** The Professor was smiling now, knowing her answer before she even gave it to him.
**No thanks! I'll be there, trust me! **
Charles Xavier was gone. Reaching out Blaze picked her small black case up, and on her right thumb a gold ring inlayed with a single ruby glinted in the airport's dim electric lights.
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"Bobby what's wrong with you today?" Rogue snapped at her boyfriend as again he turned away from her.
"Me? What about you? Tell me Rogue, you got designs on anybody else besides Gambit? Or is he just lucky?" Bobby was more than annoyed; he was furious, and heartbroken. How could she?
"Oh." Rogue looked suddenly abashed. "You heard that?"
"Yeah." The sarcasm was heavy in Bobby's voice. "Everybody did, you three were screeching like a pack of banshees!" A small girl over the other side of the rec. room glared at him.
"I didn't mean anything by it! Bobby I swear. Yeah, Gambit's kinda cute, but he's not a patch on you!" Rogue knew she was talking too quickly, but she was panicky. "An' I know you like Blaze too..."
"Whatever, Rogue. Just whatever." Bobby stormed off in a mood that would make Wolverine proud. Rogue stood there a second, in shock, and then ran off to her room in floods of tears.
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"Have you noticed, Logan, how everyone is so unsettled around here at the moment?" The Professor asked the Wolverine casually. They were in Xavier's office, the Professor sat behind the desk and Logan stood facing him, cigar clenched between his teeth. He removed it before replying.
"Things haven't been settled since Jean died, sir." Logan answered with feeling.
"I know. But with time those wounds have mostly healed. This is different, like children cooped up inside on a rainy day we snipe and grasp at each other." The Professor placed his elbows on the desk and put his chin on his hands.
"Yeah, well." Logan shrugged, "The time of year, you know. Dark all the time, Christmas and New Years done with..."
"And no word from my daughter." Xavier raised an eyebrow at Logan, smiling. "Which, I hazard a guess, is why you are here?"
"I just wanna know she's okay." Logan said, trying not to be embarrassed. It just wasn't normal, pining over a woman. But neither was Ilehana just any woman.
For a moment the Professor went blank, and Logan could almost hear him reach out to his telepathic, shape-shifting daughter.
"She's fine." Xavier addressed Logan again. "But she would appreciate a visit, I think. Would you take these journals and magazines for her please?" Xavier indicated to a growing pile of periodicals sat in the corner of his office. "I believe she is in Germany. The Black Forest. More than that, even I don't know."
"Thanks Professor." Logan was as grateful for the excuse as much as the directions. He left the mansion within the hour, journals in hand like a weapon lest anyone question him...
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 04
Disembarking the plane, Blaze rifled quickly through her hand luggage for her passport. There weren't many people about; the plane hadn't been anywhere near fun. Mostly businessmen rushed past her armed with laptops and mobile phones and passports. A few tourists, but February wasn't really a tourist-y kinda month.
"Passport?" A security guard behind a desk asked her through bulletproof glass. Blaze had never liked security guards, came of growing up as a thief.
"Yes, here." Blaze flashed it at him, but it must have been a slow day and he beckoned her to put it in the tray and pass it to him.
"Melanie Beckett?" He asked, scrutinising the photograph a little more closely than Blaze would have liked. That passport was as good a fake as she'd ever had, and it had got her in countries before.
"Yes," She replied, thinking **Don't let it fail now. **
**I won't. If you can tell me why you are trying to get into a foreign country with a forged passport? ** A familiar voice sounded both amused and concerned in her head.
**Professor? Well, I can't hardly use my own. People are still after me after my parent's deaths...**
"Fair enough." Replied the security guard, and Blaze knew Xavier was speaking through him. He put the passport back through the slot and Blaze breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Thank you." She said it sincerely and headed to pick up her single suitcase.
**What are you doing in Cairo, Blaze? **
**Um, sightseeing. You know, pyramids and tombs and stuff. That cat thing...**
**The Sphinx? ** The Professor did not betray any emotion as he quizzed her.
**Yeah. Always wanted to see it. ** They both knew she was lying.
**Promise me Blaze that you are not up to your old tricks again. **
**I promise Professor. ** This time she wasn't lying, why be a thief when you didn't have to? When you have a home and food and people who care about you? Suddenly she missed the Xavier mansion like she'd never missed her parent's home. She'd been away too long; four months is a long time. **I've just got some questions I need answering. **
**All right, but take care. And don't forget you've only a month until you are due home, unless you want me to cancel your date for you? ** The Professor was smiling now, knowing her answer before she even gave it to him.
**No thanks! I'll be there, trust me! **
Charles Xavier was gone. Reaching out Blaze picked her small black case up, and on her right thumb a gold ring inlayed with a single ruby glinted in the airport's dim electric lights.
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"Bobby what's wrong with you today?" Rogue snapped at her boyfriend as again he turned away from her.
"Me? What about you? Tell me Rogue, you got designs on anybody else besides Gambit? Or is he just lucky?" Bobby was more than annoyed; he was furious, and heartbroken. How could she?
"Oh." Rogue looked suddenly abashed. "You heard that?"
"Yeah." The sarcasm was heavy in Bobby's voice. "Everybody did, you three were screeching like a pack of banshees!" A small girl over the other side of the rec. room glared at him.
"I didn't mean anything by it! Bobby I swear. Yeah, Gambit's kinda cute, but he's not a patch on you!" Rogue knew she was talking too quickly, but she was panicky. "An' I know you like Blaze too..."
"Whatever, Rogue. Just whatever." Bobby stormed off in a mood that would make Wolverine proud. Rogue stood there a second, in shock, and then ran off to her room in floods of tears.
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"Have you noticed, Logan, how everyone is so unsettled around here at the moment?" The Professor asked the Wolverine casually. They were in Xavier's office, the Professor sat behind the desk and Logan stood facing him, cigar clenched between his teeth. He removed it before replying.
"Things haven't been settled since Jean died, sir." Logan answered with feeling.
"I know. But with time those wounds have mostly healed. This is different, like children cooped up inside on a rainy day we snipe and grasp at each other." The Professor placed his elbows on the desk and put his chin on his hands.
"Yeah, well." Logan shrugged, "The time of year, you know. Dark all the time, Christmas and New Years done with..."
"And no word from my daughter." Xavier raised an eyebrow at Logan, smiling. "Which, I hazard a guess, is why you are here?"
"I just wanna know she's okay." Logan said, trying not to be embarrassed. It just wasn't normal, pining over a woman. But neither was Ilehana just any woman.
For a moment the Professor went blank, and Logan could almost hear him reach out to his telepathic, shape-shifting daughter.
"She's fine." Xavier addressed Logan again. "But she would appreciate a visit, I think. Would you take these journals and magazines for her please?" Xavier indicated to a growing pile of periodicals sat in the corner of his office. "I believe she is in Germany. The Black Forest. More than that, even I don't know."
"Thanks Professor." Logan was as grateful for the excuse as much as the directions. He left the mansion within the hour, journals in hand like a weapon lest anyone question him...