Oh my reviewers, how I love you so! You are so wonderful!! Evil T and C I'm
glad your enjoying the fic, and thanks so much for the compliment! Don't
worry, lalita, Rogue will be in this fic, but she won't have a HUGE
part..at least, not at this point. Thanx for the advice, kiki, but I wanted
to have an air of vagueness around her all the time, which is why I was
never more specific about her than 'the girl' or 'she'.but after this
chapter, things should get better. And Neva, I love ya! Thanx for the
reviews, but I'm sorry, there's not gonna be any anti-Xavier in
here....truthfully, I am very indifferent toward Xavier and could go either
way, but I feel like in the interest of this story he stay a good guy...but
thanx to you all again! Anywho, enjoy this chappy!
Disclaimer: You feel sad for the little creamer? That is because you're crazy.
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Scott walked into the study, and looked around. Everyone was already there, obviously they were waiting for him. He took his seat on the couch beside Rogue and looked around at his friends again. Wait, wasn't there supposed to be a new student or something? Isn't that what Miss Munroe and the Professor had gone to do this morning. He was about to speak up when the Professor beat him to the punch.
"Now that you all have arrived, we can begin," the Professor started.
"Yeah, where's the newbie?" Evan asked.
"All in good time, Evan," Xavier responded. "We did pick up a new student this morning. A young woman. Currently, she is resting in her room. Now, I understand that you all are anxious to meet her, but I must urge you not to approach her at this time. She is rather unstable."
"Unstable? Like, how?" Kitty asked. She sat in an armchair across the room, still clutching her precious Lockheed.
"Well, since the time that her powers manifested, she was kept in a mutant testing facility in Vermont. She wore an inhibitor collar up until last night, which kept her from using her powers but also controlled her mind to a point. She is unable to retrieve any of her long term memories, and knows nothing of before she was put in the facility. She doesn't even know her name."
"That's awful," Jean gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.
The Professor continued. "Since she wore the collar so long, she has no practice using her powers, and therefore no control over them whatsoever. She tends to use them unwillingly when she feels she is in danger. Right now, she isn't about to trust anyone, so I want you all to keep clear of her room until I have had some time to calm her nerves. I doubt she will venture from her room for a while."
"What kind of powers are we talking, Professor?" Scott asked.
The Professor explained her powers as the students listened intently. Kurt half listened. He felt really bad for this new girl. He couldn't imagine how scared she must be, not knowing her name, not knowing anything. He could kind of relate to her position. He was very frightened when he came to the institute. For different reasons from her, obviously. Kurt had never been away from his family before coming to America. And he didn't know what to expect from the others. But when he had come, the Professor had insisted that he meet everyone right away, and not hide as Kurt kind of had preferred. So he wasn't so sure why the Professor wanted them to stay away from the new girl. Yeah, sure, she had these powers and was scared, but weren't they all at one point? For him, just meeting Scott and talking with him after the unfortunate danger room incident had been enough for him to get over most of his fears. Maybe all this girl needed was to meet one kind person, and she could see that she didn't need to be scared.
"Kurt, are you paying attention?" The Professor broke Kurt from his thoughts. Kurt nodded drew his knees under his chin. "Good, because it is imperative that you all understand what I am telling you."
"We understand, Professor," Scott told him. "Don't worry."
"Good. Now, I am sure you all have some homework to do?" There was a collective groan as the students filed out of the study.
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The girl could hear voices outside her room. She shivered and pulled her blanket up closer to her face. She was so afraid, and wasn't yet sure if she could trust the place. It just all seemed too good to be true. A school for mutants? Who would waste their time with people like her? She was no better than dirt, and didn't deserve anything like what she was being offered now. But, for the meantime, she was willing to accept things at face value.
There was a knock at the door. Was this the Professor again? She turned her head toward the door and watched as it opened. A boy stepped in, and shut the door behind him. She wasn't ready for this, she didn't want to meet anyone. She could tell, though, that the boy was just as nervous as she was. He kept glancing at his watch, for some reason. She quickly turned her head away from him and lay still. Maybe he'd think she was asleep and go away. She closed her eyes and prayed that he'd leave. But he didn't.
"Are you awake?" he asked. He had some kind of accent to his voice, but she couldn't place it, nor did she want to. She just wanted him to leave. He stayed there beside her bed for a little while longer. "I guess not, eh?" He paused for a bit. She could hear the Professor's voice outside her door. She heard a small, sudden 'bamf' and could smell something funny in the air. She opened her eyes, and turned her head. The boy was gone.
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Kurt was back in his room. He breathed out a sigh of relief. He would have been toast if the Professor caught him in there. He collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes momentarily. He moved his hand up to his wrist and turned off his image inducer. He wished he could have really met her. But she obviously didn't want to meet him. He opened his eyes and looked toward his school bag on the floor. He had some math homework sitting in there, waiting for him. He'd worry about that later, though. "The Simpsons" were on now. He teleported himself to the TV room.
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The Professor wheeled himself closer to the girl. She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes. He picked up on a faint scent in the air. "I see you have had a visitor," he said. The girl nodded nervously. "There is no need to be frightened, child. No one is going to hurt you here. The other students are simply curious. But, I do understand your unease and will have to have a talk with Kurt this evening."
'Kurt?' she thought.
"Yes, one of my students. He is a mutant, like all of us. His power is teleportation," the Professor informed her. "There are many different young people living here, with many different gifts. And when you are ready, you may meet them all. But only when you feel ready. Now, Ororo will be bringing up your dinner in a bit. But I figured while we waited, perhaps I could help you sift through some memories. Perhaps we can find a name?"
She nodded. The Professor approached her and put his hands on the sides of her head. She felt her thoughts flooding forward. She began to go through memories. Memories of the facility. Of all the procedures preformed on her. All of the pain she had ever felt. The man who she belonged to there, the man who was always watching her. With that cold stare that she could never shake. She began to cry, remembering all of this at once. But through all the torture, she could make out something. It was a tiny little picture, a small little memory. She was in a swing, going back and forth, a smiling woman pushing her. The woman was saying, "That's it, my love. That's right, Torey, my love." She began to smile through her tears at this. She opened her eyes and saw the Professor smiling at her as well. Finally after all this time, all these years, she had a name. She wasn't 647d12 anymore. She was Torey.
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Ja das ist gut. Yeah, she has a name! No more "and then she, because she, when she, then she, can she, etc.." I know that that got on the nerves of some of my readers..but I had to, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter...not much really happened, but it was a few important little things. Plus, don't you just see Kurt as a Simpsons fan? Actually, who ISN'T a Simpsons fan?? Yeah, so I hope ya liked. And, I don't know if you've heard, but there's this rumor that I like reviews? Yeah, I don't know WHO started it, but just keep it in mind.....
Disclaimer: You feel sad for the little creamer? That is because you're crazy.
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Scott walked into the study, and looked around. Everyone was already there, obviously they were waiting for him. He took his seat on the couch beside Rogue and looked around at his friends again. Wait, wasn't there supposed to be a new student or something? Isn't that what Miss Munroe and the Professor had gone to do this morning. He was about to speak up when the Professor beat him to the punch.
"Now that you all have arrived, we can begin," the Professor started.
"Yeah, where's the newbie?" Evan asked.
"All in good time, Evan," Xavier responded. "We did pick up a new student this morning. A young woman. Currently, she is resting in her room. Now, I understand that you all are anxious to meet her, but I must urge you not to approach her at this time. She is rather unstable."
"Unstable? Like, how?" Kitty asked. She sat in an armchair across the room, still clutching her precious Lockheed.
"Well, since the time that her powers manifested, she was kept in a mutant testing facility in Vermont. She wore an inhibitor collar up until last night, which kept her from using her powers but also controlled her mind to a point. She is unable to retrieve any of her long term memories, and knows nothing of before she was put in the facility. She doesn't even know her name."
"That's awful," Jean gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.
The Professor continued. "Since she wore the collar so long, she has no practice using her powers, and therefore no control over them whatsoever. She tends to use them unwillingly when she feels she is in danger. Right now, she isn't about to trust anyone, so I want you all to keep clear of her room until I have had some time to calm her nerves. I doubt she will venture from her room for a while."
"What kind of powers are we talking, Professor?" Scott asked.
The Professor explained her powers as the students listened intently. Kurt half listened. He felt really bad for this new girl. He couldn't imagine how scared she must be, not knowing her name, not knowing anything. He could kind of relate to her position. He was very frightened when he came to the institute. For different reasons from her, obviously. Kurt had never been away from his family before coming to America. And he didn't know what to expect from the others. But when he had come, the Professor had insisted that he meet everyone right away, and not hide as Kurt kind of had preferred. So he wasn't so sure why the Professor wanted them to stay away from the new girl. Yeah, sure, she had these powers and was scared, but weren't they all at one point? For him, just meeting Scott and talking with him after the unfortunate danger room incident had been enough for him to get over most of his fears. Maybe all this girl needed was to meet one kind person, and she could see that she didn't need to be scared.
"Kurt, are you paying attention?" The Professor broke Kurt from his thoughts. Kurt nodded drew his knees under his chin. "Good, because it is imperative that you all understand what I am telling you."
"We understand, Professor," Scott told him. "Don't worry."
"Good. Now, I am sure you all have some homework to do?" There was a collective groan as the students filed out of the study.
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The girl could hear voices outside her room. She shivered and pulled her blanket up closer to her face. She was so afraid, and wasn't yet sure if she could trust the place. It just all seemed too good to be true. A school for mutants? Who would waste their time with people like her? She was no better than dirt, and didn't deserve anything like what she was being offered now. But, for the meantime, she was willing to accept things at face value.
There was a knock at the door. Was this the Professor again? She turned her head toward the door and watched as it opened. A boy stepped in, and shut the door behind him. She wasn't ready for this, she didn't want to meet anyone. She could tell, though, that the boy was just as nervous as she was. He kept glancing at his watch, for some reason. She quickly turned her head away from him and lay still. Maybe he'd think she was asleep and go away. She closed her eyes and prayed that he'd leave. But he didn't.
"Are you awake?" he asked. He had some kind of accent to his voice, but she couldn't place it, nor did she want to. She just wanted him to leave. He stayed there beside her bed for a little while longer. "I guess not, eh?" He paused for a bit. She could hear the Professor's voice outside her door. She heard a small, sudden 'bamf' and could smell something funny in the air. She opened her eyes, and turned her head. The boy was gone.
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Kurt was back in his room. He breathed out a sigh of relief. He would have been toast if the Professor caught him in there. He collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes momentarily. He moved his hand up to his wrist and turned off his image inducer. He wished he could have really met her. But she obviously didn't want to meet him. He opened his eyes and looked toward his school bag on the floor. He had some math homework sitting in there, waiting for him. He'd worry about that later, though. "The Simpsons" were on now. He teleported himself to the TV room.
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The Professor wheeled himself closer to the girl. She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes. He picked up on a faint scent in the air. "I see you have had a visitor," he said. The girl nodded nervously. "There is no need to be frightened, child. No one is going to hurt you here. The other students are simply curious. But, I do understand your unease and will have to have a talk with Kurt this evening."
'Kurt?' she thought.
"Yes, one of my students. He is a mutant, like all of us. His power is teleportation," the Professor informed her. "There are many different young people living here, with many different gifts. And when you are ready, you may meet them all. But only when you feel ready. Now, Ororo will be bringing up your dinner in a bit. But I figured while we waited, perhaps I could help you sift through some memories. Perhaps we can find a name?"
She nodded. The Professor approached her and put his hands on the sides of her head. She felt her thoughts flooding forward. She began to go through memories. Memories of the facility. Of all the procedures preformed on her. All of the pain she had ever felt. The man who she belonged to there, the man who was always watching her. With that cold stare that she could never shake. She began to cry, remembering all of this at once. But through all the torture, she could make out something. It was a tiny little picture, a small little memory. She was in a swing, going back and forth, a smiling woman pushing her. The woman was saying, "That's it, my love. That's right, Torey, my love." She began to smile through her tears at this. She opened her eyes and saw the Professor smiling at her as well. Finally after all this time, all these years, she had a name. She wasn't 647d12 anymore. She was Torey.
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Ja das ist gut. Yeah, she has a name! No more "and then she, because she, when she, then she, can she, etc.." I know that that got on the nerves of some of my readers..but I had to, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter...not much really happened, but it was a few important little things. Plus, don't you just see Kurt as a Simpsons fan? Actually, who ISN'T a Simpsons fan?? Yeah, so I hope ya liked. And, I don't know if you've heard, but there's this rumor that I like reviews? Yeah, I don't know WHO started it, but just keep it in mind.....