The piercing alarm jolted Scott out of his pleasant and dreamless
slumber. Thunder rolled from the vast sky through the huge house and made
him want to shudder and curl up under his warm covers. He swung his legs
over the edge of the bed and hissed through his teeth as his feet made
contact with the icy wooden floors. He quickly dunked his dark chocolate
brown hair under the sink to rinse it quickly with tepid water.
Water that was now cold was running down his bare back as he began to brush his teeth. He spit out the minty blue foam and didn't bother to wash it down the sink. He knew that it was gross, but it was too early in the morning to really care. Wiping the water off his body, he walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. He chose a pair of black slacks and a gunmetal sweater and tugged them on with impatience and went to find Storm.
He found her staring blandly out the window wearing loose blue jeans and a fleecy light blue sweater that would have been see-through had it not been for the white tank top underneath it. She looked sad, unbearably sad. "Hey Stormie," He said, trying to make his voice normal since he could sense that Storm needed companionship. She turned from the window, looking at him a little shocked. "Hey Clopsie," She said with a small smile. This was ritual before they went to recruit a mutant. "Ready to jet?" He asked. She linked an arm through the one he offered and nodded. "Let's go"
They headed out to the solid black pavement of the basketball court that was covered with a thin sheet of frost. The X-Jet was waiting for them patiently like a hovering black giant. "Ladies first," Scott said almost gallantly as the ramp descended from the jet. She raised an eyebrow at him as she crossed him and went into the pit to strap into the pilot chair. Scott sat next to her and pulled the strap across him and flicked at multiple switches that turned florescent blue, green, and yellow.
They were well aware that about 20 students had woken from the rumble of the jet and were know staring out the windows that dotted the red bricks of the school walls. The jet levitated in the air and hovered for a moment while Storm balanced it against the strong winds that were blowing in from the north. Once level, she eased it higher and soon they were invisible against the moody gray clouds.
It wasn't long before they had gotten to New Jersey and the jet soon seemed to be navigating itself. They landed on the top of an abandoned building that looked sturdy enough to hold the weight of the jet and made there way down to the street by trusting the rickety stairs inside the 10 story building that they supposed used to be another hospital. Brave little russet flowers peeked through the cracks of the broken sidewalk and secretly, Scott could imagine how they felt.
They crossed the street and walked into Jersey Memorial. A young sleepy looking brunette was at the desk and she looked up with interest from the magazine she was reading when she spotted Scott, but her smile feel when Storm walked in behind him. "Hi," Storm said with a cheerful smile that nearly hurt. "We're looking for Abby Hudson, is she in?" The girl whom's tag read Denise examined closely, Scott more then Storm. "Is there an emergency?" Storm got an evil idea and decided not to do it, it was too cruel to Scott.
"No," Scott said with a smile that made Denise's heart flit happily in her chest. "But it's really important that we see her" At that point, Denise looked like an eager puppy who would willingly to flips through a burning hoop if Scott had asked it of her. "She's in Examine 7," Denise said and leaned over the desk for two reasons. To point in the direction of the room, and to see if she could tempt Scott with peeks of cleavage, however Scott just smiled his thanks for the information and followed Storm down the hall that was painted a buttery yellow.
They came to Examine 7 and were nearly run over by a stout man with thinning black hair. He barked an order and left as quickly as he had come. Storm slowly eased the frosted glass door and saw a little boy, no more then 5 lying shrunken in the white bed sheets. His cheeks were flushed with fever and his fine blonde hair stood up in mused spikes, but his face was unusually ashen. Then Storm noticed the woman slumped in the chair by his bedside, her strawberry blonde hair created a screen from her face and the way her back was heaving gently made Scott and Strom realize that she was crying.
She looked up sharply at the sound of the door opening and her eyes pinned the two of them to the spot. "He was so sick," Was all she could say before the tears consumed her voice again and it broke. Storm went to her side. "What was his name?" She asked softly. "Cody Adams. His mother brought his in because she thought that he might be getting the flu" Her voice held the distinctive sound of South Africa, which neither Storm nor Scott expected, but it was pleasant to listen to, only now it was broken with tears. "It wasn't the flu though," She continued and looked up at Scott and he had to pretend that her unbearably sad heart-of-the-ocean blue eyes didn't have an effect on him.
"He had a fever that had already peeked over 107, he shouldn't have been alive when his mother brought him in, it isn't possible for a body to survive that kind of heat. He died at 5:42 this morning" As if she suddenly remembered that she didn't have the slightest idea who Scott or Storm were and why there were in her Examine Room, she rose quickly, the silver stethoscope dropping to the floor with a clatter. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded. Storm took a step closer and if in a hilarious tango, Abby Hudson took one back.
"My name is Ororo Munroe, and this is Scott Summers," Storm said as she pointed to him. "We need to talk to you Dr.Hudson" Abby eyed Storm and Scott with no sign of giving in. "Talk" She said in a hiss and Scott thought that she looked like she could spit fire, then he remembered that she could and nearly laughed but decided that it wouldn't be wise. Abby's white coat seemed to jump off her back and land amongst the floor.
"We work at a school in Westchester, in New York-" Storm began. "I know where Westchester is." Abby said and Storm caught the smile that was tugging at the corners of Scott's mouth. "Of course you do, well it's a school, and also a refuge for people like us" Storm explained as if she were talking to a slightly slow child. "People like us?" Abby asked thoroughly confused. Storm cast Scott a look and he lifted his sunglasses and smartly crashed the metal cart against the wall with a single beam of brilliant red that Abby realized with obvious shock that came from his eyes. "Oh" Was all Abby could say before she fainted.
Water that was now cold was running down his bare back as he began to brush his teeth. He spit out the minty blue foam and didn't bother to wash it down the sink. He knew that it was gross, but it was too early in the morning to really care. Wiping the water off his body, he walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. He chose a pair of black slacks and a gunmetal sweater and tugged them on with impatience and went to find Storm.
He found her staring blandly out the window wearing loose blue jeans and a fleecy light blue sweater that would have been see-through had it not been for the white tank top underneath it. She looked sad, unbearably sad. "Hey Stormie," He said, trying to make his voice normal since he could sense that Storm needed companionship. She turned from the window, looking at him a little shocked. "Hey Clopsie," She said with a small smile. This was ritual before they went to recruit a mutant. "Ready to jet?" He asked. She linked an arm through the one he offered and nodded. "Let's go"
They headed out to the solid black pavement of the basketball court that was covered with a thin sheet of frost. The X-Jet was waiting for them patiently like a hovering black giant. "Ladies first," Scott said almost gallantly as the ramp descended from the jet. She raised an eyebrow at him as she crossed him and went into the pit to strap into the pilot chair. Scott sat next to her and pulled the strap across him and flicked at multiple switches that turned florescent blue, green, and yellow.
They were well aware that about 20 students had woken from the rumble of the jet and were know staring out the windows that dotted the red bricks of the school walls. The jet levitated in the air and hovered for a moment while Storm balanced it against the strong winds that were blowing in from the north. Once level, she eased it higher and soon they were invisible against the moody gray clouds.
It wasn't long before they had gotten to New Jersey and the jet soon seemed to be navigating itself. They landed on the top of an abandoned building that looked sturdy enough to hold the weight of the jet and made there way down to the street by trusting the rickety stairs inside the 10 story building that they supposed used to be another hospital. Brave little russet flowers peeked through the cracks of the broken sidewalk and secretly, Scott could imagine how they felt.
They crossed the street and walked into Jersey Memorial. A young sleepy looking brunette was at the desk and she looked up with interest from the magazine she was reading when she spotted Scott, but her smile feel when Storm walked in behind him. "Hi," Storm said with a cheerful smile that nearly hurt. "We're looking for Abby Hudson, is she in?" The girl whom's tag read Denise examined closely, Scott more then Storm. "Is there an emergency?" Storm got an evil idea and decided not to do it, it was too cruel to Scott.
"No," Scott said with a smile that made Denise's heart flit happily in her chest. "But it's really important that we see her" At that point, Denise looked like an eager puppy who would willingly to flips through a burning hoop if Scott had asked it of her. "She's in Examine 7," Denise said and leaned over the desk for two reasons. To point in the direction of the room, and to see if she could tempt Scott with peeks of cleavage, however Scott just smiled his thanks for the information and followed Storm down the hall that was painted a buttery yellow.
They came to Examine 7 and were nearly run over by a stout man with thinning black hair. He barked an order and left as quickly as he had come. Storm slowly eased the frosted glass door and saw a little boy, no more then 5 lying shrunken in the white bed sheets. His cheeks were flushed with fever and his fine blonde hair stood up in mused spikes, but his face was unusually ashen. Then Storm noticed the woman slumped in the chair by his bedside, her strawberry blonde hair created a screen from her face and the way her back was heaving gently made Scott and Strom realize that she was crying.
She looked up sharply at the sound of the door opening and her eyes pinned the two of them to the spot. "He was so sick," Was all she could say before the tears consumed her voice again and it broke. Storm went to her side. "What was his name?" She asked softly. "Cody Adams. His mother brought his in because she thought that he might be getting the flu" Her voice held the distinctive sound of South Africa, which neither Storm nor Scott expected, but it was pleasant to listen to, only now it was broken with tears. "It wasn't the flu though," She continued and looked up at Scott and he had to pretend that her unbearably sad heart-of-the-ocean blue eyes didn't have an effect on him.
"He had a fever that had already peeked over 107, he shouldn't have been alive when his mother brought him in, it isn't possible for a body to survive that kind of heat. He died at 5:42 this morning" As if she suddenly remembered that she didn't have the slightest idea who Scott or Storm were and why there were in her Examine Room, she rose quickly, the silver stethoscope dropping to the floor with a clatter. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded. Storm took a step closer and if in a hilarious tango, Abby Hudson took one back.
"My name is Ororo Munroe, and this is Scott Summers," Storm said as she pointed to him. "We need to talk to you Dr.Hudson" Abby eyed Storm and Scott with no sign of giving in. "Talk" She said in a hiss and Scott thought that she looked like she could spit fire, then he remembered that she could and nearly laughed but decided that it wouldn't be wise. Abby's white coat seemed to jump off her back and land amongst the floor.
"We work at a school in Westchester, in New York-" Storm began. "I know where Westchester is." Abby said and Storm caught the smile that was tugging at the corners of Scott's mouth. "Of course you do, well it's a school, and also a refuge for people like us" Storm explained as if she were talking to a slightly slow child. "People like us?" Abby asked thoroughly confused. Storm cast Scott a look and he lifted his sunglasses and smartly crashed the metal cart against the wall with a single beam of brilliant red that Abby realized with obvious shock that came from his eyes. "Oh" Was all Abby could say before she fainted.