"SheCat, wake up! For God's sake, are you okay?" Jean was shaking
SheCat as she chokingly spit out the eraser. SheCat was exhausted, like
she'd just run a marathon. Her hair (still in a ponytail, she slept that
way) fell kind of awkwardly on her shoulders. Jean held her close. As a
rule, every dorm had at last one X-Man or X-Woman in it. Jean was in
theirs, but the new X-Woman Sage might move in too.
"You were screaming and choking and thrashing. Are you okay?" Jean was concerned. SheCat had never been her best student, but they had been in the same dorm for the last four years.
SheCat managed to nod. No way she was going to get any sleep now. Might as well think it over.
When Jean was satisfied that SheCat was fine, she returned to her bunk and tried to sleep. SheCat sat up in her bunk, her head lightly bumping against the top bunk's underside. Second time in two days. What was it about? Who was Yuriko anyway? She didn't know any Yuriko's.
Sleep never claimed her that night. She was up until four a.m. thinking, then headed down for an early breakfast of sausages and eggs (courtesy of Logan).
"I didn't know you could cook." She had the inane ability to never appear tired. In fact, she became even more active when she hadn't slept.
"You wanna make something of it? Just eat it." Logan was not a morning person. And ticking him off wasn't advised, since he could pop three claws out of his hand at a moments notice.
Claws. SheCat shivered. The prospect of claws hit a nerve, but she didn't know what.
Kurt was also up early, eating the sausages and eggs without complaint or compliment. He and Logan weren't the best of friends.
"Nightmare, yes, Liebchen?" His eyebrows raised at her early morning appearance. Usually the sound of Jean trying to drag her out of bed for class resounded throughout half the mansion.
"Yeah, if that's whatcha want to call it. And Logan, this food is actually quite good." A grunt from Logan. Unappreciative kids. They didn't respect him enough. He'd show them as soon as they got to gym class.
"What about?" Kurt, having suffered many nightmares before, didn't like the prospect of one of his good friends suffering them too.
"I...don't know." She was fully aware of Logan's senses, and figured her dream must have been similar to his past. Maybe that was the basis for her dream; she had served detention with him that evening before bed.
"Maybe you should talk to the professor. " Kurt had been the one to find SheCat and Strobe, while in the city looking for mutant recruits for the school. Both girls had been in the alleyway, filthy and sleeping, and neither even seemed surprised by his appearance. Strobe, because she knew more about mutants than any other girl in her position. SheCat, because she naturally wasn't surprised or afraid of much.
"No, it was just a fluke. I'm fine, really." SheCat liked Kurt. He was nice. Too old for her, though. She was still only a teenager.
"Vell, maybe it has something to do with certain men in the vicinity..." He knew of her idolic obsession over Remy. He pitied her for it. She was wasting her time on that one.
"You cheeky blue angel, of course it doesn't." She finished her breakfast. "If you must know, it has something to do with someone called Yuriko."
Logan started. Neither Kurt nor SheCat noticed.
Later that day, Jean came up to SheCat.
"You have mail."
"What? But I don't have any relatives or outside friends."
Jean shrugged and handed her a box. It was small enough to fit in her palm, white, plain. On it was written SHECAT, then in little writing in the corner near the stamp Y.O.
"Well, thanks. Ms. Grey."
Jean left. SheCat opened the box. Inside, nestled among
tissue paper, was a tiny, broken abalone and mica pendant in the shape of a flower.
"You were screaming and choking and thrashing. Are you okay?" Jean was concerned. SheCat had never been her best student, but they had been in the same dorm for the last four years.
SheCat managed to nod. No way she was going to get any sleep now. Might as well think it over.
When Jean was satisfied that SheCat was fine, she returned to her bunk and tried to sleep. SheCat sat up in her bunk, her head lightly bumping against the top bunk's underside. Second time in two days. What was it about? Who was Yuriko anyway? She didn't know any Yuriko's.
Sleep never claimed her that night. She was up until four a.m. thinking, then headed down for an early breakfast of sausages and eggs (courtesy of Logan).
"I didn't know you could cook." She had the inane ability to never appear tired. In fact, she became even more active when she hadn't slept.
"You wanna make something of it? Just eat it." Logan was not a morning person. And ticking him off wasn't advised, since he could pop three claws out of his hand at a moments notice.
Claws. SheCat shivered. The prospect of claws hit a nerve, but she didn't know what.
Kurt was also up early, eating the sausages and eggs without complaint or compliment. He and Logan weren't the best of friends.
"Nightmare, yes, Liebchen?" His eyebrows raised at her early morning appearance. Usually the sound of Jean trying to drag her out of bed for class resounded throughout half the mansion.
"Yeah, if that's whatcha want to call it. And Logan, this food is actually quite good." A grunt from Logan. Unappreciative kids. They didn't respect him enough. He'd show them as soon as they got to gym class.
"What about?" Kurt, having suffered many nightmares before, didn't like the prospect of one of his good friends suffering them too.
"I...don't know." She was fully aware of Logan's senses, and figured her dream must have been similar to his past. Maybe that was the basis for her dream; she had served detention with him that evening before bed.
"Maybe you should talk to the professor. " Kurt had been the one to find SheCat and Strobe, while in the city looking for mutant recruits for the school. Both girls had been in the alleyway, filthy and sleeping, and neither even seemed surprised by his appearance. Strobe, because she knew more about mutants than any other girl in her position. SheCat, because she naturally wasn't surprised or afraid of much.
"No, it was just a fluke. I'm fine, really." SheCat liked Kurt. He was nice. Too old for her, though. She was still only a teenager.
"Vell, maybe it has something to do with certain men in the vicinity..." He knew of her idolic obsession over Remy. He pitied her for it. She was wasting her time on that one.
"You cheeky blue angel, of course it doesn't." She finished her breakfast. "If you must know, it has something to do with someone called Yuriko."
Logan started. Neither Kurt nor SheCat noticed.
Later that day, Jean came up to SheCat.
"You have mail."
"What? But I don't have any relatives or outside friends."
Jean shrugged and handed her a box. It was small enough to fit in her palm, white, plain. On it was written SHECAT, then in little writing in the corner near the stamp Y.O.
"Well, thanks. Ms. Grey."
Jean left. SheCat opened the box. Inside, nestled among
tissue paper, was a tiny, broken abalone and mica pendant in the shape of a flower.