Chapter Two: The Aftermath --- Once again, I don't own shit except for the
original characters that I will eventually put in here.Lorilie doesn't
belong to me either, technically. In this story she belongs to me, but
she's really based on my friend.
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The professor woke up startled. He glanced over at his alarm clock, which read 4:28 a.m. He had only fallen asleep three hours before. His nightmare frightened him far too much for him to return to sleep. He wheeled himself (A/N: I find it hilarious when I type that) over to Ororo's room where he saw her sleeping; safe and sound, it seemed. Professor Xavier couldn't help but wonder if his dream was really just a dream. He recalled the events of it and decided to leave that foolish thought. He had to prepare for the arrival of a new student. He certainly didn't have time to dwell over petty things, like his nightmare. If it were really serious, he'd warn his students but he didn't want to scare his students if it were to be a false alarm. Professor Xavier had always been known for his confidence in his group of students and it'd be scandalous if anything had leaked to the press that Professor Charles Xavier had gone batty. Leaving his pessimistic thoughts, he went back to bed to hopefully get some rest before anticipating the arrival of another student. Through the rest of the morning, the Professor slept soundly, without a trace of another nightmare.
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The Professor woke up several hours later, forgetting about his nightmare. He went off to his regular routine and it wasn't until Ororo came down for breakfast did he remember what had gone through his head.
Ororo came down right when the Professor picked up his drink. He turned around and was greeted by a warm, "Good morning."
The professor dropped his glass and his coffee spilled onto the tablecloth and dripped onto the floor. The other students stopped their excited chatter and gapped at the Professor.
"Professor?" Jean seemed to be the first to recover from shock. "Are you alright?"
The Professor sat as if not listening to a word Jean had said. Every shocking detail of his nightmare flooded into his head and he falls out of his chair and fainted onto the floor.
Jean and Scott jumped up and together lifted the Professor to the couch in the next room. Ororo instructed the other students to clean up the kitchen and she, too, entered the living room.
"Is he alright?"
"I'm not sure; he feels feverish? Scott, let's get him back into his room. We're expecting a student soon and we can't let anyone see him lying on a couch."
Scott, with the help of Jean's powers, easily got the Professor back to his room. They went back into the kitchen where a group of agitated students stood around Ororo, bombarding her with questions about the Professor's health.
"You guys, let's leave Ororo alone. The Professor just isn't feeling well." Jean always told the obvious and today was no exception.
Ororo went about soundlessly for the rest of the day. She kept checking in on the Professor, whom was still unconscious, once every hour.
The rest of the students got back to their gossip about this new student that was supposed to arrive around 3.
"Who is it?"
"I hope they're cute."
"I heard her power was to melt things."
"I heard she didn't really have a power, but she's homeless, so the Professor felt sorry for her."
"Evan, you're ridiculous. There are billions of homeless kids. Why would the Professor pick this particular one?"
Rumors were flying, each one more ridiculous than the last, until finally, promptly at 3, the doorbell to Xavier's School for the Gifted rang.
All the students ran into the room, looking expectantly at the door.
"You know, the door won't open by itself," Rogue said with her southern accent, getting up to open the door.
There stood a girl of medium height with long, curly brown hair, holding several suitcases. The students stared at her, silent.
Jean walked up to her and held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Jean Grey. Welcome."
The new girl shook her hand and walked in, glancing around at her new surroundings.
"Place looks good. The taxi driver dropped me off half a mile down the road and made me walk. He said this place was filled with strange people."
She looked at the other students, smiling, "I'm Lorilie, by the way."
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La la la. I'm quite silly. Anyways, what happened to the Professor? Huh huh huh? I bet you don't know. LOL. :) Yeah, I know this was a boring chapter but it'll be worth it once you read the other chapters.
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The professor woke up startled. He glanced over at his alarm clock, which read 4:28 a.m. He had only fallen asleep three hours before. His nightmare frightened him far too much for him to return to sleep. He wheeled himself (A/N: I find it hilarious when I type that) over to Ororo's room where he saw her sleeping; safe and sound, it seemed. Professor Xavier couldn't help but wonder if his dream was really just a dream. He recalled the events of it and decided to leave that foolish thought. He had to prepare for the arrival of a new student. He certainly didn't have time to dwell over petty things, like his nightmare. If it were really serious, he'd warn his students but he didn't want to scare his students if it were to be a false alarm. Professor Xavier had always been known for his confidence in his group of students and it'd be scandalous if anything had leaked to the press that Professor Charles Xavier had gone batty. Leaving his pessimistic thoughts, he went back to bed to hopefully get some rest before anticipating the arrival of another student. Through the rest of the morning, the Professor slept soundly, without a trace of another nightmare.
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The Professor woke up several hours later, forgetting about his nightmare. He went off to his regular routine and it wasn't until Ororo came down for breakfast did he remember what had gone through his head.
Ororo came down right when the Professor picked up his drink. He turned around and was greeted by a warm, "Good morning."
The professor dropped his glass and his coffee spilled onto the tablecloth and dripped onto the floor. The other students stopped their excited chatter and gapped at the Professor.
"Professor?" Jean seemed to be the first to recover from shock. "Are you alright?"
The Professor sat as if not listening to a word Jean had said. Every shocking detail of his nightmare flooded into his head and he falls out of his chair and fainted onto the floor.
Jean and Scott jumped up and together lifted the Professor to the couch in the next room. Ororo instructed the other students to clean up the kitchen and she, too, entered the living room.
"Is he alright?"
"I'm not sure; he feels feverish? Scott, let's get him back into his room. We're expecting a student soon and we can't let anyone see him lying on a couch."
Scott, with the help of Jean's powers, easily got the Professor back to his room. They went back into the kitchen where a group of agitated students stood around Ororo, bombarding her with questions about the Professor's health.
"You guys, let's leave Ororo alone. The Professor just isn't feeling well." Jean always told the obvious and today was no exception.
Ororo went about soundlessly for the rest of the day. She kept checking in on the Professor, whom was still unconscious, once every hour.
The rest of the students got back to their gossip about this new student that was supposed to arrive around 3.
"Who is it?"
"I hope they're cute."
"I heard her power was to melt things."
"I heard she didn't really have a power, but she's homeless, so the Professor felt sorry for her."
"Evan, you're ridiculous. There are billions of homeless kids. Why would the Professor pick this particular one?"
Rumors were flying, each one more ridiculous than the last, until finally, promptly at 3, the doorbell to Xavier's School for the Gifted rang.
All the students ran into the room, looking expectantly at the door.
"You know, the door won't open by itself," Rogue said with her southern accent, getting up to open the door.
There stood a girl of medium height with long, curly brown hair, holding several suitcases. The students stared at her, silent.
Jean walked up to her and held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Jean Grey. Welcome."
The new girl shook her hand and walked in, glancing around at her new surroundings.
"Place looks good. The taxi driver dropped me off half a mile down the road and made me walk. He said this place was filled with strange people."
She looked at the other students, smiling, "I'm Lorilie, by the way."
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La la la. I'm quite silly. Anyways, what happened to the Professor? Huh huh huh? I bet you don't know. LOL. :) Yeah, I know this was a boring chapter but it'll be worth it once you read the other chapters.