Feral Bonds Chapter 11
The reviewer known as Me: Damn it, I really gotta stop just typing these up, giving them a five second look-over and posting them. Fixed that little slice of stupidity and reuploaded. Thanks (. From what I remember, a psibond is a permanent telepathic connection between two people.
Morgannia: Thanks. That scene with Mark and Logan was just begging to be included.
Dorms, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted
Logan stomped down the hallway, sending the odd student that stared at the two teens he was carrying a smoldering glare. Reaching the end of the hallway, he kicked a door open and was greeted by a shocked Rogue as the door slammed into the drywall. He marched over to Kitty's bed and with surprising gentleness, laid the two intertwined teens down. Reaching across the bed, he grabbed a pink fleece comforter and gave it a small grimace before tossing it across Mark and Kitty. Sparing one last glance at the two, he turned and fixed Rogue with his 'don't even think of not doing what I'm about to tell you to' look and pointed to the hall.
Knowing that arguing or complaining would get her absolutely nowhere, she sighed, closed her book, and walked into the hall. She leaned against the wall and waited for Logan to finish his whole 'growly' phase and tell her what the hell Kitty was doing unconscious with the guy they picked up wrapped around her like a second skin.
Logan stepped out of the room and pulled the door firmly closed. Scowling, he turned to Rogue. "Listen Stripes, that room is off-limits tonight. Chuck had some sort of problem and they got hit with it." Rogue's face turned compassionate for a moment before sliding back into her normal 'I don't give a damn' scowl. "So ah get kicked outta mah room. Typical."
Logan glared at her for a moment before leaning back along the paneling. He pulled a cigar stub out of his shirt pocket and bit down. "Yea, life just sucks for everyone."
Rogue crossed her arms and scowled at him. "Just happens to suck for me more."
Logan barked and a corner of his mouth twitched up. He pushed off the wall. "Storm's setting up another room for the night for ya, but it's gonna be a bit." He stood for a moment, looking as if he was considering something. Finally, he pulled the cigar out of his mouth. "Come on Stripes, I'm going to Harry's. By the time we get back, everything should be all ready for ya."
She blinked and narrowed her eyes at him, he never invited anyone to go anywhere. Deciding that he really wasn't screwing with her head, she nodded. "Sure, I'll get mah jacket."
Xavier's office
Xavier stared off into the sky, lost in thought. Not even Jean's continuous rambling broke into his pondering. Finally, he sighed and rolled back to his desk. He noticed that Jean had stopped ranting that it was impossible and that they had to be seeing something completely different. Folding his hands and staring at the redhead, he spoke. "Jean, I understand your reluctance to admit that what you sensed was true, but I assure you. The psibond is quite real."
Jean looked at the Professor like he had grown another head. "But Professor! To forge a psibond, you need two telepaths of moderate ability or one phenomenally powerful one. Neither of them has any telepathic ability beyond the baseline inherent in everyone. It just isn't possible. We have to be seeing something different, a new mutation maybe."
Xavier held up a hand to call for silence. "I understand Jean. And I looked for anything out of the ordinary. I can't sense anything the slightest out of true with what we know of psibonds. Perhaps it was me filtering the imprinting through her mind that gave the needed power to produce the bond. In all honesty, we might never know what was the trigger for it to form, and to be perfectly honest with you, it's irrelevant to the problem at hand. Which brings me to my next point. I think we will be seeing some rather rapid changes in both Kitty and Mark during the next few days. I need you to keep your eye of them, especially Kitty. I'll be sending her back to school on Wednesday."
Jean nodded. "I'll let Scott know. If we all help, we can cover the entire time she is outside the mansion."
Xavier folded his hands. "Very good. I'll leave the details to you and Scott then. Just be diligent, Kitty is bound to experience some...unpleasant side-effects." He Turned and rolled to the computer terminal as Jean let herself out.
Kitty and Rogue's room
The first thought that filtered through Kitty's still sleep-muddled brain was that while yes, she was in her room, there was something. off about it, something besides the thundering migraine that had taken up shop behind her eyes. Frowning, she peeked her head out from under the comforter. She blinked slowly as the alarm clock wavered into focus. -Ugh, it's only five am.- She glanced down. -And why the hell am I using this comforter, it's spring.- She kicked her legs a few times and the offending cloth fell to the floor. She sighed, it was still way too hot. She rolled over to open the window and came nose to nose with a sleeping Mark. She froze and starting praying that it was just a bad dream, a surrealistic nightmare caused by eating cold pizza before bed. She willed her eyes to close and she tightly squeezed them. -It's not real, it's not real, it's not real- She opened her eyes again and, lo and behold, he was still breathing deeply right next to her, in her bed.
One word slipped out of her gaping mouth, "Shit."
Kitty could hear her heart pounding faster. She raised her head and checked to see if Rogue was there. Of course, the one time she really needed her, she vanishes. She swore that Mark could probably hear her pounding heart even without his acute hearing. Mark seemed to verify her suspicions when his breathing quickened and he started twitching. She started to concentrate to phase when Mark's arm shot out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into his side, shattering her concentration and a small "meep" squeaked out of her. His leg threw itself over her knee and trapped her next to him. Kitty's heart had stopped and her blood had turned to ice. She started to gather her wits when her entire body started gently vibrating. She took a deep breath and just lay there for a moment, deciding that the buzz was actually pretty nice, and his arm wasn't so heavy, and her train of thought derailed. She quickly phased through the bed and rolled to her feet by her dresser. She just stared at him for a moment and she couldn't decide weather to be angry or not that he had grabbed her.
A thought hit her and she glanced down and noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes as she had woken up with yesterday. She grabbed a set of clothes and fled out the door, heading for a quick shower than a trip to the Professor.
Girl's communal bathroom
Kitty fiddled with the shower knobs, trying to get the temperature to a decent scalding hot. Finally getting the shower to her taste, she peeled off the two day old sweat encrusted tights and dropped them in the trashcan. Stepping under the water, she let out a slow, content sigh. -Finally a little peace.- She just let the water sluice over her, washing away the migraine and the tension that had built up over the past few days. Reaching blindly behind her, she grabbed her bottle of bodywash and snapped open the lid. And immediately tossed the bottle across the bathroom as the putrid stench wafted out of the bottle. She snorted and coughed, trying vainly to get the smell out of her nose. Finally catching her breath, she realized that Jubilee and Bobby were probably playing an extremely ill- timed prank, and she vowed revenge. Preferably immediate and extremely painful revenge.
Kitty threw back the shower curtain and did a five-second dry before pulling on the clean clothes she had brought. She was pulling the long sleeve shirt over her head when she smelled the fabric. Sure enough, the soon to be dead pranksters had also screwed with her clothes. The shirt had been doused in what had to be liquid potpourri. She considered putting her suit back on, but she could smell it from where she was standing. Growling in frustration, she kicked her suit into the corner and picked the bottle of bodywash up with two fingers and held it at arms length. Turning around, she phased through the bathroom door.
Hallway
Scott yawned and shuffled to the girl's linen closet, searching for a clean towel and cursing Sam for not doing the laundry like he was supposed to. He pulled a fluffy pink towel off the shelf and stared at it for a second, trying to decide if he really gave a crap what color it was. He grunted once and threw the towel over his shoulder, deciding that a hot shower was worth the loss of male pride. He stuck his toothbrush back in his mouth and had just closed the door when Kitty came stomping past carrying a bottle at arms length and had a pissed look on her face. She absolutely ignored him as she passed. Scott's mind chugged slowly, trying to figure out what was wrong with her before he grunted once more and decided that he really didn't care, he needed a shower. He turned to leave when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye and he froze.
Mark was stepping out of Kitty's room. It was 5:30 in the morning. Scott's body decided that this was worthy of waking up and gave him an adrenaline- fueled kick in the pants. Scott tore the toothbrush out of his mouth and started quickly walking over to Mark. Mark glanced down the hallway before sniffing and heading towards the bathroom. Scott took a quick glance in Kitty and Rogue's room and he saw that only Kitty's bed was unmade and there sure as hell wasn't a sleeping bag. Quickening his pace, he had almost reached the bathroom when Mark stepped out. Looking closer, he noticed that Mark was carrying Kitty's x-man uniform. He was about to question him about it when Mark shot a pointed look at the towel on his shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. Scott followed his look and blinked. "It's the only one I could find, Sam didn't..why am I even talking about it?" Scott yanked hard on the towel in frustration. "Listen, what the hell are you doing in Kitty's room? For that matter, what the hell are you doing out of the basement? Damn it, you can't even understand what I'm.." and shrill scream tore through the hallway.
Before Scott had the time to turn his head, he felt what had to be a train slam into his chest and went flying backwards into the wall. His vision wavered for an instant and he blinked to clear it. Hearing rapid slams to his left, tore the towel off his head and turned to see Mark sprinting towards the scream.
Mark's feet pounded the wood floor as he ran, small spurts of dust puffed from between the oak strips. He sniffed the air quickly as he hit an intersection. Without missing a beat, he jumped and slammed feet-first into the wall as he took the corner to the New Mutant's dorm hall. He shifted his weight and fell back to the floor without slowing in the slightest. Hearing the small echoes of the scream, he zeroed in on a door and jumped, sending his four hundred pound body slamming into the heavy wooden door at full speed. The door disintegrated into a cloud of splinters and he landed on his feet, claws extended. Kitty's suit still clutched in a hand. He came face to face with a gaping Kitty loosely holding a bottle and a Jubilee dripping bodywash from her face.
Mark stared at them both.
They stared back.
Mark kept staring.
Kitty kept staring right on back.
Unfortunately, Jubilee had regained control over her voice and let loose an air-raid level shriek.
Mark and Kitty were both driven from the room clutching their ears. Kitty shook her head and saw an underwear clad Scott sprinting down the hall. He slid to a stop and grabbed his glasses. Looking warily at Mark, he spoke to Kitty. "What happened? Is there an attack?"
Kitty popped her ears and shook her head, seeing the other residents of the mansion come barreling towards them. "No Scott. I was just getting Jubilee back for putting a bunch of smelly junk in my bodywash." She held out the bottle for emphasis.
Scott pointedly looked at the hole in the wall that used to be a door. "And that?"
Kitty opened her mouth to respond when Mark suddenly broke in. "I heard the scream, I ran. The door was in the way, I hit it and it wasn't in the way anymore."
Scott and Kitty both just looked at Mark with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
Logan and Ororo both came hurrying down the hall. They both came to a stop and quickly took in the scene.
Ororo was the first to speak. "Scott, Kitty, what is going on here?" Kitty turned her head to her, stared for a second, then turned back to Mark.
Scott did a double-take and turned fully to her. "Um. Kitty was in Jubilee's room and someone screamed. Then Mark here broke the door down, then Jubilee screamed again."
Ororo waited for him to elaborate and when he didn't, she turned to Kitty. "Kitty, what were you doing in Jubilee's room this early in the morning?"
Kitty opened and closed her mouth before looking at the bottle in her hand like it was salvation itself. "I was totally taking a shower and grabbed my wash.." she held the bottle out. "..and was about to like use it when I got a smell of it. I knew Jubilee had done something so I like went into her room and poured it on her so she could totally deal with the stench."
Ororo took the bottle out of Kitty's hand and waved it slightly under her nose. Her face slipped into a disapproving frown. "Kitty, there is nothing wrong with this."
Kitty blinked. "I can totally smell it from here Ms. Munroe, and it doesn't smell like a garbage dump normally."
Logan sniffed the air. "It smells like it's normal stench Half-Pint."
Mark reached out and grabbed the bottle from Ororo. He sniffed it once. "This is what woke me up."
Logan and Ororo gave Mark an appraising look before Logan's brow dropped in thought. A few seconds later, he pulled the stub of his cigar out and covertly ground a little ash into his left palm. Closing his hands and holding them out to Kitty, he asked. "Which hand am I holding the cigar in Half-Pint."
Kitty just looked at him like he had finally lost his marbles. When she didn't answer, Logan lowered his voice and bit out, "Which one?"
Kitty jumped at the tone. "Like how am I supposed to know Mr. Logan?"
Logan looked her straight in the eye. "Just tell me which one smells like a cigar."
Kitty blinked and shifted her gaze to his hands. She looked between the two fists for a moment before taking an exaggerated sniff. Her eyes widened and she pointed to his left hand. "That one."
Logan wiped his hands off on his jeans and stuck them in his pocket before giving Kitty an appraising stare. Before Ororo could speak, Logan nodded to himself and spoke. "Pryde, I could barely smell it. And it was in my hand."
Everyone but Mark gaped. Ororo took a deep breath and motioned to the onlookers. "Return to your rooms children, this is finished and there is no danger." The students quickly filed back into their rooms. Ororo waited until the last door was closed before turning back to the group. "We need to speak to the Professor. It appears as though the side-effects he spoke of last night have manifested."
The reviewer known as Me: Damn it, I really gotta stop just typing these up, giving them a five second look-over and posting them. Fixed that little slice of stupidity and reuploaded. Thanks (. From what I remember, a psibond is a permanent telepathic connection between two people.
Morgannia: Thanks. That scene with Mark and Logan was just begging to be included.
Dorms, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted
Logan stomped down the hallway, sending the odd student that stared at the two teens he was carrying a smoldering glare. Reaching the end of the hallway, he kicked a door open and was greeted by a shocked Rogue as the door slammed into the drywall. He marched over to Kitty's bed and with surprising gentleness, laid the two intertwined teens down. Reaching across the bed, he grabbed a pink fleece comforter and gave it a small grimace before tossing it across Mark and Kitty. Sparing one last glance at the two, he turned and fixed Rogue with his 'don't even think of not doing what I'm about to tell you to' look and pointed to the hall.
Knowing that arguing or complaining would get her absolutely nowhere, she sighed, closed her book, and walked into the hall. She leaned against the wall and waited for Logan to finish his whole 'growly' phase and tell her what the hell Kitty was doing unconscious with the guy they picked up wrapped around her like a second skin.
Logan stepped out of the room and pulled the door firmly closed. Scowling, he turned to Rogue. "Listen Stripes, that room is off-limits tonight. Chuck had some sort of problem and they got hit with it." Rogue's face turned compassionate for a moment before sliding back into her normal 'I don't give a damn' scowl. "So ah get kicked outta mah room. Typical."
Logan glared at her for a moment before leaning back along the paneling. He pulled a cigar stub out of his shirt pocket and bit down. "Yea, life just sucks for everyone."
Rogue crossed her arms and scowled at him. "Just happens to suck for me more."
Logan barked and a corner of his mouth twitched up. He pushed off the wall. "Storm's setting up another room for the night for ya, but it's gonna be a bit." He stood for a moment, looking as if he was considering something. Finally, he pulled the cigar out of his mouth. "Come on Stripes, I'm going to Harry's. By the time we get back, everything should be all ready for ya."
She blinked and narrowed her eyes at him, he never invited anyone to go anywhere. Deciding that he really wasn't screwing with her head, she nodded. "Sure, I'll get mah jacket."
Xavier's office
Xavier stared off into the sky, lost in thought. Not even Jean's continuous rambling broke into his pondering. Finally, he sighed and rolled back to his desk. He noticed that Jean had stopped ranting that it was impossible and that they had to be seeing something completely different. Folding his hands and staring at the redhead, he spoke. "Jean, I understand your reluctance to admit that what you sensed was true, but I assure you. The psibond is quite real."
Jean looked at the Professor like he had grown another head. "But Professor! To forge a psibond, you need two telepaths of moderate ability or one phenomenally powerful one. Neither of them has any telepathic ability beyond the baseline inherent in everyone. It just isn't possible. We have to be seeing something different, a new mutation maybe."
Xavier held up a hand to call for silence. "I understand Jean. And I looked for anything out of the ordinary. I can't sense anything the slightest out of true with what we know of psibonds. Perhaps it was me filtering the imprinting through her mind that gave the needed power to produce the bond. In all honesty, we might never know what was the trigger for it to form, and to be perfectly honest with you, it's irrelevant to the problem at hand. Which brings me to my next point. I think we will be seeing some rather rapid changes in both Kitty and Mark during the next few days. I need you to keep your eye of them, especially Kitty. I'll be sending her back to school on Wednesday."
Jean nodded. "I'll let Scott know. If we all help, we can cover the entire time she is outside the mansion."
Xavier folded his hands. "Very good. I'll leave the details to you and Scott then. Just be diligent, Kitty is bound to experience some...unpleasant side-effects." He Turned and rolled to the computer terminal as Jean let herself out.
Kitty and Rogue's room
The first thought that filtered through Kitty's still sleep-muddled brain was that while yes, she was in her room, there was something. off about it, something besides the thundering migraine that had taken up shop behind her eyes. Frowning, she peeked her head out from under the comforter. She blinked slowly as the alarm clock wavered into focus. -Ugh, it's only five am.- She glanced down. -And why the hell am I using this comforter, it's spring.- She kicked her legs a few times and the offending cloth fell to the floor. She sighed, it was still way too hot. She rolled over to open the window and came nose to nose with a sleeping Mark. She froze and starting praying that it was just a bad dream, a surrealistic nightmare caused by eating cold pizza before bed. She willed her eyes to close and she tightly squeezed them. -It's not real, it's not real, it's not real- She opened her eyes again and, lo and behold, he was still breathing deeply right next to her, in her bed.
One word slipped out of her gaping mouth, "Shit."
Kitty could hear her heart pounding faster. She raised her head and checked to see if Rogue was there. Of course, the one time she really needed her, she vanishes. She swore that Mark could probably hear her pounding heart even without his acute hearing. Mark seemed to verify her suspicions when his breathing quickened and he started twitching. She started to concentrate to phase when Mark's arm shot out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into his side, shattering her concentration and a small "meep" squeaked out of her. His leg threw itself over her knee and trapped her next to him. Kitty's heart had stopped and her blood had turned to ice. She started to gather her wits when her entire body started gently vibrating. She took a deep breath and just lay there for a moment, deciding that the buzz was actually pretty nice, and his arm wasn't so heavy, and her train of thought derailed. She quickly phased through the bed and rolled to her feet by her dresser. She just stared at him for a moment and she couldn't decide weather to be angry or not that he had grabbed her.
A thought hit her and she glanced down and noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes as she had woken up with yesterday. She grabbed a set of clothes and fled out the door, heading for a quick shower than a trip to the Professor.
Girl's communal bathroom
Kitty fiddled with the shower knobs, trying to get the temperature to a decent scalding hot. Finally getting the shower to her taste, she peeled off the two day old sweat encrusted tights and dropped them in the trashcan. Stepping under the water, she let out a slow, content sigh. -Finally a little peace.- She just let the water sluice over her, washing away the migraine and the tension that had built up over the past few days. Reaching blindly behind her, she grabbed her bottle of bodywash and snapped open the lid. And immediately tossed the bottle across the bathroom as the putrid stench wafted out of the bottle. She snorted and coughed, trying vainly to get the smell out of her nose. Finally catching her breath, she realized that Jubilee and Bobby were probably playing an extremely ill- timed prank, and she vowed revenge. Preferably immediate and extremely painful revenge.
Kitty threw back the shower curtain and did a five-second dry before pulling on the clean clothes she had brought. She was pulling the long sleeve shirt over her head when she smelled the fabric. Sure enough, the soon to be dead pranksters had also screwed with her clothes. The shirt had been doused in what had to be liquid potpourri. She considered putting her suit back on, but she could smell it from where she was standing. Growling in frustration, she kicked her suit into the corner and picked the bottle of bodywash up with two fingers and held it at arms length. Turning around, she phased through the bathroom door.
Hallway
Scott yawned and shuffled to the girl's linen closet, searching for a clean towel and cursing Sam for not doing the laundry like he was supposed to. He pulled a fluffy pink towel off the shelf and stared at it for a second, trying to decide if he really gave a crap what color it was. He grunted once and threw the towel over his shoulder, deciding that a hot shower was worth the loss of male pride. He stuck his toothbrush back in his mouth and had just closed the door when Kitty came stomping past carrying a bottle at arms length and had a pissed look on her face. She absolutely ignored him as she passed. Scott's mind chugged slowly, trying to figure out what was wrong with her before he grunted once more and decided that he really didn't care, he needed a shower. He turned to leave when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye and he froze.
Mark was stepping out of Kitty's room. It was 5:30 in the morning. Scott's body decided that this was worthy of waking up and gave him an adrenaline- fueled kick in the pants. Scott tore the toothbrush out of his mouth and started quickly walking over to Mark. Mark glanced down the hallway before sniffing and heading towards the bathroom. Scott took a quick glance in Kitty and Rogue's room and he saw that only Kitty's bed was unmade and there sure as hell wasn't a sleeping bag. Quickening his pace, he had almost reached the bathroom when Mark stepped out. Looking closer, he noticed that Mark was carrying Kitty's x-man uniform. He was about to question him about it when Mark shot a pointed look at the towel on his shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. Scott followed his look and blinked. "It's the only one I could find, Sam didn't..why am I even talking about it?" Scott yanked hard on the towel in frustration. "Listen, what the hell are you doing in Kitty's room? For that matter, what the hell are you doing out of the basement? Damn it, you can't even understand what I'm.." and shrill scream tore through the hallway.
Before Scott had the time to turn his head, he felt what had to be a train slam into his chest and went flying backwards into the wall. His vision wavered for an instant and he blinked to clear it. Hearing rapid slams to his left, tore the towel off his head and turned to see Mark sprinting towards the scream.
Mark's feet pounded the wood floor as he ran, small spurts of dust puffed from between the oak strips. He sniffed the air quickly as he hit an intersection. Without missing a beat, he jumped and slammed feet-first into the wall as he took the corner to the New Mutant's dorm hall. He shifted his weight and fell back to the floor without slowing in the slightest. Hearing the small echoes of the scream, he zeroed in on a door and jumped, sending his four hundred pound body slamming into the heavy wooden door at full speed. The door disintegrated into a cloud of splinters and he landed on his feet, claws extended. Kitty's suit still clutched in a hand. He came face to face with a gaping Kitty loosely holding a bottle and a Jubilee dripping bodywash from her face.
Mark stared at them both.
They stared back.
Mark kept staring.
Kitty kept staring right on back.
Unfortunately, Jubilee had regained control over her voice and let loose an air-raid level shriek.
Mark and Kitty were both driven from the room clutching their ears. Kitty shook her head and saw an underwear clad Scott sprinting down the hall. He slid to a stop and grabbed his glasses. Looking warily at Mark, he spoke to Kitty. "What happened? Is there an attack?"
Kitty popped her ears and shook her head, seeing the other residents of the mansion come barreling towards them. "No Scott. I was just getting Jubilee back for putting a bunch of smelly junk in my bodywash." She held out the bottle for emphasis.
Scott pointedly looked at the hole in the wall that used to be a door. "And that?"
Kitty opened her mouth to respond when Mark suddenly broke in. "I heard the scream, I ran. The door was in the way, I hit it and it wasn't in the way anymore."
Scott and Kitty both just looked at Mark with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
Logan and Ororo both came hurrying down the hall. They both came to a stop and quickly took in the scene.
Ororo was the first to speak. "Scott, Kitty, what is going on here?" Kitty turned her head to her, stared for a second, then turned back to Mark.
Scott did a double-take and turned fully to her. "Um. Kitty was in Jubilee's room and someone screamed. Then Mark here broke the door down, then Jubilee screamed again."
Ororo waited for him to elaborate and when he didn't, she turned to Kitty. "Kitty, what were you doing in Jubilee's room this early in the morning?"
Kitty opened and closed her mouth before looking at the bottle in her hand like it was salvation itself. "I was totally taking a shower and grabbed my wash.." she held the bottle out. "..and was about to like use it when I got a smell of it. I knew Jubilee had done something so I like went into her room and poured it on her so she could totally deal with the stench."
Ororo took the bottle out of Kitty's hand and waved it slightly under her nose. Her face slipped into a disapproving frown. "Kitty, there is nothing wrong with this."
Kitty blinked. "I can totally smell it from here Ms. Munroe, and it doesn't smell like a garbage dump normally."
Logan sniffed the air. "It smells like it's normal stench Half-Pint."
Mark reached out and grabbed the bottle from Ororo. He sniffed it once. "This is what woke me up."
Logan and Ororo gave Mark an appraising look before Logan's brow dropped in thought. A few seconds later, he pulled the stub of his cigar out and covertly ground a little ash into his left palm. Closing his hands and holding them out to Kitty, he asked. "Which hand am I holding the cigar in Half-Pint."
Kitty just looked at him like he had finally lost his marbles. When she didn't answer, Logan lowered his voice and bit out, "Which one?"
Kitty jumped at the tone. "Like how am I supposed to know Mr. Logan?"
Logan looked her straight in the eye. "Just tell me which one smells like a cigar."
Kitty blinked and shifted her gaze to his hands. She looked between the two fists for a moment before taking an exaggerated sniff. Her eyes widened and she pointed to his left hand. "That one."
Logan wiped his hands off on his jeans and stuck them in his pocket before giving Kitty an appraising stare. Before Ororo could speak, Logan nodded to himself and spoke. "Pryde, I could barely smell it. And it was in my hand."
Everyone but Mark gaped. Ororo took a deep breath and motioned to the onlookers. "Return to your rooms children, this is finished and there is no danger." The students quickly filed back into their rooms. Ororo waited until the last door was closed before turning back to the group. "We need to speak to the Professor. It appears as though the side-effects he spoke of last night have manifested."