"Her name is Abby Hudson," Charles Xavier said calmly as he handed the
copies of the portfolio to Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe, his most trusted
students. "Or more to the fact, her name is Draca, I trust there are no
questions on how she got that particular name" Or Storm as everyone was
fond of calling her, shook her head, her platinum blonde hair falling by
her pretty face, but Scott had something to say.
"So she's like John?" "In a way I suppose, yes. She can spit fire" Scott rolled his blue eyes that were hidden behind his ruby quartz visor. "Then how do you figure she won't join the Brotherhood like he did?" Xavier took a breath. "You need to have faith in some people Cyclopes" Scott repressed the urge to scoff. "Yeah and I bet some people had faith in Hitler and Hussain as well." Storm gave Scott a reprimanding glare and tapped her foot irritably. "Give it a rest Scott," She said. "No," He said just a little too forcefully that had both Charles and Storm staring at him.
"Why should we continuously risk our necks for people who are afraid to risk their own?" He turned on his heels and left Charles's office, letting the heavy oak door slam behind him, which echoed like a gunshot. Charles shook his head slowly and Storm simply stared at the door. "I'm worried about him," Storm said it like a heart felt confession. "He's been so different lately". "He's lost someone he loves" Charles said and wheeled back behind his cherry wood desk and began to shuffle papers.
"We all have. He's acting like he's the only one who's ever lost anyone" Storm carefully put her temper back in check and glanced down at the portfolio in her hand. "So Abby Hudson huh?" She asked, trying to keep her tone even. "Yes. She's 24 years old and lives in Hoboken, New Jersey. It says that she's a doctor at Jersey Memorial" Storm looked up, her dark brown eyes nearly looking through Charles. "Are you looking to replace the medical staff?" Knowing where Storm was going with the with question, Charles cut it off. "You know that I'm not trying to replace Jean in any way, but this school needs a doctor, and Miss Hudson has the requirements" Storm nodded quickly and checked her watch. "I have to go, my class will be coming in soon" It wasn't exactly a lie but Charles knew it was a valid excuse. "We'll talk while they are out for lunch," He said and Storm nodded and left.
As she turned to corner, she viscously tried to blink back the ruthless tears that began to gather in her eyes and caused her to bump into something that felt like a marble statue, which caused her to stumble backwards and would have fallen hard on the ground had she not been caught in the strong arms of the 'statue'. "Clumsy" Logan Hill said as he looked down at Storm, then his keen eyes noticed the slight redness of her eyes. "You've been crying" He said, not softly, but only because it wasn't his way. "No" Storm said stubbornly and tried to get away, but his strong hands were still gripping her slim waist. He let her go because he rather not get his hands scorched, and took a step back. "Whatever you say. Your class is waiting"
Though she had had enough of men for the day already, she knew that she would have to face almost an entire class of them. Her heels clicked neatly across the polished floor and to the front of the class. "Right," She said as she picked up a piece of dusty white chalk and began to scribble on the board. "Ms.Munroe?" A girl with bubble-gum pink hair and golden eyes said and Storm turned to face her. "Yes Lily what is it?" Almost cautiously, Lily Hart said. "Well, you've taught us this yesterday" Incredulously, Storm turned from Lily to stare at the board and realized that she had. "Why didn't anyone stop me sooner?" She asked as she began to strike moodily it off the board.
"We were talking about it," Took over a boy with shaggy ebony hair said. "And we couldn't decide because you look like you want to slug someone, and none of us wanted to be that someone" She glared at him and he nearly cringed under his desk. "You should hope that I don't slug you Michael Sanders" She turned away from him and walked to the book that was open on her desk and flipped through it. "Fine," She said and pulled out a stack of papers from one of the drawers. "Since I've already taught you this, you can take the test. I was going to give you till Friday, but you have till lunch to have it done and on my desk" There was a group of collective groans as Storm passed the papers out and returned to her desk.
The hour that they had for lunch came too soon for Storm's taste she knew that she would have to face Charles, and more then likely Scott would be there too, still disgruntled. She was right, only Scott wasn't exactly talking, merely grunting or using monosyllable words. "The two of you need to go to Hoboken New Jersey to talk to Ms.Hudson. From some sources I've been able to get a hold of, I've been told that she's really a little firecracker yet pleasant enough when it's called". While Charles talked Storm made herself busy by picking pieces of lint off her poppy colored skirt.
"How are we supposed to find this chick?" Scott asked. It was the first complete sentence that he had used so far. "Her shift starts at 3 A.M till 8 that night. Jersey Memorial is at 4631 Turnstiles, just off Jenkins. I've programmed the directions into the jet so you don't have to worry overly much" Scott grunted softly and Storm rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. He was back in his Neanderthal state of mind. Her eyes tracked a stony gray raven as it streaked against the stormy blue New York sky as she half listened to Charles speak. "The both of you are to leave at 7:30 tomorrow morning before the students wake up, you're not to wear the uniforms because it will draw attention, wear your normal clothes. I've gotten Angel Ryan and Garth Wyatt to take over your classes for a while"
Storm and Scott nodded and a bell rang, warning students that the hour for lunch was coming to a end and soon the highly polished halls would be cluttered with returning to there classes, full and sleepy with food and conversation. Trying her best to avoid Logan as she left Charles's office, she started down the hallway and waited for the class to settle again before she gave them the work to be done while she checked the test papers with her ever-present purple pen as she worried about what was to be done in the morning, while she supposed Scott was only concerned about waking up at 7.
"So she's like John?" "In a way I suppose, yes. She can spit fire" Scott rolled his blue eyes that were hidden behind his ruby quartz visor. "Then how do you figure she won't join the Brotherhood like he did?" Xavier took a breath. "You need to have faith in some people Cyclopes" Scott repressed the urge to scoff. "Yeah and I bet some people had faith in Hitler and Hussain as well." Storm gave Scott a reprimanding glare and tapped her foot irritably. "Give it a rest Scott," She said. "No," He said just a little too forcefully that had both Charles and Storm staring at him.
"Why should we continuously risk our necks for people who are afraid to risk their own?" He turned on his heels and left Charles's office, letting the heavy oak door slam behind him, which echoed like a gunshot. Charles shook his head slowly and Storm simply stared at the door. "I'm worried about him," Storm said it like a heart felt confession. "He's been so different lately". "He's lost someone he loves" Charles said and wheeled back behind his cherry wood desk and began to shuffle papers.
"We all have. He's acting like he's the only one who's ever lost anyone" Storm carefully put her temper back in check and glanced down at the portfolio in her hand. "So Abby Hudson huh?" She asked, trying to keep her tone even. "Yes. She's 24 years old and lives in Hoboken, New Jersey. It says that she's a doctor at Jersey Memorial" Storm looked up, her dark brown eyes nearly looking through Charles. "Are you looking to replace the medical staff?" Knowing where Storm was going with the with question, Charles cut it off. "You know that I'm not trying to replace Jean in any way, but this school needs a doctor, and Miss Hudson has the requirements" Storm nodded quickly and checked her watch. "I have to go, my class will be coming in soon" It wasn't exactly a lie but Charles knew it was a valid excuse. "We'll talk while they are out for lunch," He said and Storm nodded and left.
As she turned to corner, she viscously tried to blink back the ruthless tears that began to gather in her eyes and caused her to bump into something that felt like a marble statue, which caused her to stumble backwards and would have fallen hard on the ground had she not been caught in the strong arms of the 'statue'. "Clumsy" Logan Hill said as he looked down at Storm, then his keen eyes noticed the slight redness of her eyes. "You've been crying" He said, not softly, but only because it wasn't his way. "No" Storm said stubbornly and tried to get away, but his strong hands were still gripping her slim waist. He let her go because he rather not get his hands scorched, and took a step back. "Whatever you say. Your class is waiting"
Though she had had enough of men for the day already, she knew that she would have to face almost an entire class of them. Her heels clicked neatly across the polished floor and to the front of the class. "Right," She said as she picked up a piece of dusty white chalk and began to scribble on the board. "Ms.Munroe?" A girl with bubble-gum pink hair and golden eyes said and Storm turned to face her. "Yes Lily what is it?" Almost cautiously, Lily Hart said. "Well, you've taught us this yesterday" Incredulously, Storm turned from Lily to stare at the board and realized that she had. "Why didn't anyone stop me sooner?" She asked as she began to strike moodily it off the board.
"We were talking about it," Took over a boy with shaggy ebony hair said. "And we couldn't decide because you look like you want to slug someone, and none of us wanted to be that someone" She glared at him and he nearly cringed under his desk. "You should hope that I don't slug you Michael Sanders" She turned away from him and walked to the book that was open on her desk and flipped through it. "Fine," She said and pulled out a stack of papers from one of the drawers. "Since I've already taught you this, you can take the test. I was going to give you till Friday, but you have till lunch to have it done and on my desk" There was a group of collective groans as Storm passed the papers out and returned to her desk.
The hour that they had for lunch came too soon for Storm's taste she knew that she would have to face Charles, and more then likely Scott would be there too, still disgruntled. She was right, only Scott wasn't exactly talking, merely grunting or using monosyllable words. "The two of you need to go to Hoboken New Jersey to talk to Ms.Hudson. From some sources I've been able to get a hold of, I've been told that she's really a little firecracker yet pleasant enough when it's called". While Charles talked Storm made herself busy by picking pieces of lint off her poppy colored skirt.
"How are we supposed to find this chick?" Scott asked. It was the first complete sentence that he had used so far. "Her shift starts at 3 A.M till 8 that night. Jersey Memorial is at 4631 Turnstiles, just off Jenkins. I've programmed the directions into the jet so you don't have to worry overly much" Scott grunted softly and Storm rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. He was back in his Neanderthal state of mind. Her eyes tracked a stony gray raven as it streaked against the stormy blue New York sky as she half listened to Charles speak. "The both of you are to leave at 7:30 tomorrow morning before the students wake up, you're not to wear the uniforms because it will draw attention, wear your normal clothes. I've gotten Angel Ryan and Garth Wyatt to take over your classes for a while"
Storm and Scott nodded and a bell rang, warning students that the hour for lunch was coming to a end and soon the highly polished halls would be cluttered with returning to there classes, full and sleepy with food and conversation. Trying her best to avoid Logan as she left Charles's office, she started down the hallway and waited for the class to settle again before she gave them the work to be done while she checked the test papers with her ever-present purple pen as she worried about what was to be done in the morning, while she supposed Scott was only concerned about waking up at 7.