DISCLAIMER: I do not own the X-men and never will. I'm just playing with
their characters. Chantal is mine, all mine. She was free.
Sphinx489~ Yes! I finally add a new chapter! Would you like to R&R?
~"There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience." ~Archibald McLeish
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For half the day, I drift in and out of consciousness, unable to remain awake for more than a few minutes. But, at last, just after noon I manage to fully open my eyes and even sit up in bed. The cold, hard, metal bed. So there are blankets and pillows on it, but I'd hardly call it anything more than a table.
The blue doctor is puttering around the lab stations, mixing chemicals here, typing information in there, et cetera. Peering out the corner of my eye because it hurts to move my neck - I feel paralyzed - I can just make out Scott on a 'bed' next to me. He's still dead to the world, tubes running out of his arm to an IV and hooked up to a respirator. I frown. Why aren't my injuries so extensive? Not that I wish they are or anything - it's just that, well, he's older and stronger than I am. I turn to face the doctor.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, nonchalantly. I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to act and react around these x-people. Startled, the beast whirls around. After taking note of no immediate danger, he relaxes.
"I see you're recovering nicely." He looks past me at Scott's immobile figure. "He should heal just fine in a few days."
"Why's he worse off than me?"
"It didn't begin that way. Both of you had plenty of fractured bones - easy enough to mend despite the five ribs total the two of you had broken. You had three, he has two. Not to mention all the blood and bruises, but those are minor."
I wince when a sharp pain shoots through my chest, stealing my breath away. I don't move - or even breathe - until it dulls. The doctor seems not to notice.
"You said I had three broken. Why? Shouldn't they still be broken? And why the hell does it fuckin' hurt so much?" The pain increases as the menace in my voice climaxes. I try to ebb my frustration.
"You were severely dehydrated," he continues, off in his own world, ignoring me apparently. I fume. I burn. I smolder. "You also OD-ed on drugs. That's why I can't give you painkillers." He stares levelly at me before turning back to his work. I sit in silence for several minutes, finding it hard to comprehend what he said. Overdosing?
I groan inwardly when I witness Xavier wheeling himself into the room.
"Chantal, good to see you're up and around again, although I doubt it took any more than water through an IV to get you there." I smirk derisively. He pretends not to notice - probably doesn't want me to go 'over the edge' anymore. "It's time for your first class."
"What? What do you mean class?"
"This is a school, isn't it? You're only gong to have one today, though."
"But it's Saturday!" I can't help but sound like a whiny elementary school kid as the words leap from their home. I wish I could take them back with some of my dignity. I should have just gotten my lazy ass out of bed.
"Yes, well, you've changed all that. You need to get under control. The only way to make that happen is by placing you in more Danger Room simulations, but we can't do that until you gain knowledge of some skills - outside of practice." He rolls away to sit by Cyclops' biobed. Well, if I have to have weekend school, that means that some other students will be having it, too.
I crawl unceremoniously out from under the sheet and pad lightly to the indicated area. I'm no longer dressed in uniform - in fact, I'm already in normal clothes. Huh.
A small group of students swivel in their seats to greet me. Storm stands by a chalkboard at the front of the room.
"Ah, I'm glad to see you'll be joining us. Class, this is Chantal - a new student. Please refrain from talking until after this session is over." She resumes writing on the board. From what I can tell, they're discussing. football strategies? Wait a minute - that can't be right. "Take a seat." Jolting back into reality, I sit down in the back of the room between two students I already know, Warren and Remy.
"Comment vas-tu?" I whisper to Remy, who's studying a textbook clearly labeled 'Algebra 2.'
"I'm fine. You should be paying attention to Ms. Munroe right now." He doesn't glance up from his work - busily writing down numbers and solving them. "I have to finish my homework."
"Shouldn't you be listening too?"
"Quiet!" Thunder barks outside and two dazzling flashes of lightning streak across the darkened sky. I take the hint and shut my mouth. "Do not speak in this class until called on. Understood?" I nod dumbly. "Remy, put your assignment away. Jean has already explained to all of your teachers to prevent you from working on it in other subjects. Don't let it happen again." The weather instructor passes out packets of paper to all the students, leaving him to turn all different hues of red.
"You'd better watch it," Warren says in hushed tones from my other side. I pivot in my seat to regard him. "When she influences the weather while lecturing, it means she's pretty upset. 'Sides, it's not nice to embarrass people like that." He points inconspicuously at Remy. I lower my eyes in regret. "Wanna go get something to eat after this is over? We can discuss what you missed earlier." I sit up straighter and smile.
"Ouais." We return our attention to the rambling teacher to find out what our homework is. Nothing too hard. Good. All we have to do is study what's in the packet of information and answer some questions on the last page.
"Next week, you'll all be writing a report on different styles of self-defense." I grin. Maybe this class won't be so bad after all. I get up from my chair at the same time as Warren and he holds the door open for me before leading me out to his car. We throw our stuff in the backseat. Peeking over my shoulder, I see Remy watching us from a window, an unreadable expression on his face. Not that I really care, since he was kind of rude to me, but still. we did make out just the other night. Oh, well. If he really likes me, he'll ask me out somewhere like Warren has.
"Where should we go?" he asks. I jump, sliding across the leather seat upon landing. He laughs lightly. I blush.
"Dunno. Someplace quiet." I lean back in my seat, leaving the annoying seatbelt off to the side as we zoom out the main driveway. I feel free once we clear the wrought iron gates that mark the perimeter and my spirits soar. Until they squeal to a halt at a stop light and stab murderous pangs through my chest.
We order cappuccinos at the local Starbucks (if there is such a thing as local considering they're every which way you turn, here), then drive to a small, secluded park overlooking either the Hudson River or Long Island Sound. I wouldn't know - this isn't geography. And if it were, as far as I'm concerned, it could be the Tonkin Gulf.
Spreading a wool blanket across the grass under a giant tree, I belly flop agonizingly onto it, holding my drink and the stack of stapled papers.
"Okay, so what've we got here. Look's like some battle strategies and such. Wait. why do we have these?" I look at Warren in confusion. He must see the lost look in my eyes because he sets down his own drink and scoots next to me, placing an arm over my back to regard my papers also. Comfy. I snuggle closer.
"We've gotta know them for Danger Room simulations. Sometimes Ms. Munroe takes us to one of the gyms and teaches them by making us run them, making believe the obstacles are there. She also shows us how to fight in hand-to-hand self defense after we've researched a method. But let's not worry about this stuff right now. We don't have her class again until Wednesday. Let's just relax." He takes my Styrofoam cup away from my grasp, sending me the message we'll be doing anything but relaxing. Not an entirely upsetting occurrence, however. A chill wind swoops down around us, causing me to shiver violently.
"Let's go sit in the car and 'relax'," I say, jumping up. I'm reluctant to leave the confines of his warm, feathered wings, but when the wind's wrapping its cold fingers around my exposed flesh, it's time to go inside. Happily, he obliges.
"Sitting in the car cramps my wings, ya know," he says, trailing his hand down my back to my ass where it stays until we reach the doors to the corvette. I shiver with delight. What is it with these x-mansion guys? Why do they all want a piece of me? Of course, I'm not complaining, but jeez, you'd think I'm the only girl within a hundred-mile radius the way they're coming at me.
Once seated in the hot rod, I cuddle up against Warren while he turns the heater and the radio on, turning the dial to a soft rock station. Not something I - or any other 'normal' person, especially male, on the face of the earth - would choose to listen to on a regular basis but it is good make out music. Judging by the signals I've been receiving, that's exactly what my winged comrade has in mind. Still not complaining. After all, he is extremely hot.
Languidly, he runs his fingers down the zipper on my shirt and onto my exposed abs. Only after his hand halts its descent do I notice that he's actually undone the fastener and my breasts are bared to the immediate world. Which, at the current moment, is simply him, so I don't think too much of it.
Offhandedly, I note that Remy's embellishments are no longer visible - or even there. Shortly after this thought drifts out the other side of my head, Warren's take their place. Time for a carefully calculated distraction.
I shift downward quickly, just far enough so that the next time he goes down, they end up on mine. Startled, he pulls back for moment, then kisses me again, smothering my entire body with his glorious warmth. My foot hits the dashboard. Cold air floods out the vents, keeping me from the reaction that landed Remy in the sick room. His gorgeous white wings envelope the two of us in a warm cocoon. I nearly tear his shirt off, emotions bubbling over again - this time not in anger, though.
I gaze into his eye as he pulls back and stares down at me also, smiling. He squeezes my ass gently. I jump, starting to laugh at my reaction. But my lips part and soon his tongue slips in, caressing mine.
Bang! We launch into the air, biting each other's tongues in surprise.
"Oww!" we exclaim, in chorus. We break into laughter as the rain outside changes from a light drizzle to a rough downpour. Sitting up, he turns the key in the ignition.
"We should head back," he says, resting his arm across the headrest as he backs out of the parking spot. Not commenting, I slide the zipper back up on my shirt, only to find that it's stuck - with half my boobs spilling out. He glances over, a smile dancing in his bright blue eyes. "Here. wear mine." He hands me the large over shirt.
"What're you gonna wear?"
"Nothing. I don't really need to. Wings and all. They understand if I come back without a shirt sometimes. You on the other hand." I grin. We pull into the spacious garage, parking next to an awesome-looking motorcycle and a crotch rocket. "Umm." he hesitates.
"What?" I stop, halfway opening the door before shutting it again and sitting back in the seat.
"Will you. be my girlfriend?" I choke quietly.
"Uh." Do I really need to think about it? "Yes!" I lean over quickly and kiss him on the lips. "Yes, I will." He grins as I climb out of the car and head to my room.
As I make my way to my room, I can't help but feel as though I'm being watched.
Sphinx489~ Yes! I finally add a new chapter! Would you like to R&R?
~"There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience." ~Archibald McLeish
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For half the day, I drift in and out of consciousness, unable to remain awake for more than a few minutes. But, at last, just after noon I manage to fully open my eyes and even sit up in bed. The cold, hard, metal bed. So there are blankets and pillows on it, but I'd hardly call it anything more than a table.
The blue doctor is puttering around the lab stations, mixing chemicals here, typing information in there, et cetera. Peering out the corner of my eye because it hurts to move my neck - I feel paralyzed - I can just make out Scott on a 'bed' next to me. He's still dead to the world, tubes running out of his arm to an IV and hooked up to a respirator. I frown. Why aren't my injuries so extensive? Not that I wish they are or anything - it's just that, well, he's older and stronger than I am. I turn to face the doctor.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, nonchalantly. I'm still not sure how I'm supposed to act and react around these x-people. Startled, the beast whirls around. After taking note of no immediate danger, he relaxes.
"I see you're recovering nicely." He looks past me at Scott's immobile figure. "He should heal just fine in a few days."
"Why's he worse off than me?"
"It didn't begin that way. Both of you had plenty of fractured bones - easy enough to mend despite the five ribs total the two of you had broken. You had three, he has two. Not to mention all the blood and bruises, but those are minor."
I wince when a sharp pain shoots through my chest, stealing my breath away. I don't move - or even breathe - until it dulls. The doctor seems not to notice.
"You said I had three broken. Why? Shouldn't they still be broken? And why the hell does it fuckin' hurt so much?" The pain increases as the menace in my voice climaxes. I try to ebb my frustration.
"You were severely dehydrated," he continues, off in his own world, ignoring me apparently. I fume. I burn. I smolder. "You also OD-ed on drugs. That's why I can't give you painkillers." He stares levelly at me before turning back to his work. I sit in silence for several minutes, finding it hard to comprehend what he said. Overdosing?
I groan inwardly when I witness Xavier wheeling himself into the room.
"Chantal, good to see you're up and around again, although I doubt it took any more than water through an IV to get you there." I smirk derisively. He pretends not to notice - probably doesn't want me to go 'over the edge' anymore. "It's time for your first class."
"What? What do you mean class?"
"This is a school, isn't it? You're only gong to have one today, though."
"But it's Saturday!" I can't help but sound like a whiny elementary school kid as the words leap from their home. I wish I could take them back with some of my dignity. I should have just gotten my lazy ass out of bed.
"Yes, well, you've changed all that. You need to get under control. The only way to make that happen is by placing you in more Danger Room simulations, but we can't do that until you gain knowledge of some skills - outside of practice." He rolls away to sit by Cyclops' biobed. Well, if I have to have weekend school, that means that some other students will be having it, too.
I crawl unceremoniously out from under the sheet and pad lightly to the indicated area. I'm no longer dressed in uniform - in fact, I'm already in normal clothes. Huh.
A small group of students swivel in their seats to greet me. Storm stands by a chalkboard at the front of the room.
"Ah, I'm glad to see you'll be joining us. Class, this is Chantal - a new student. Please refrain from talking until after this session is over." She resumes writing on the board. From what I can tell, they're discussing. football strategies? Wait a minute - that can't be right. "Take a seat." Jolting back into reality, I sit down in the back of the room between two students I already know, Warren and Remy.
"Comment vas-tu?" I whisper to Remy, who's studying a textbook clearly labeled 'Algebra 2.'
"I'm fine. You should be paying attention to Ms. Munroe right now." He doesn't glance up from his work - busily writing down numbers and solving them. "I have to finish my homework."
"Shouldn't you be listening too?"
"Quiet!" Thunder barks outside and two dazzling flashes of lightning streak across the darkened sky. I take the hint and shut my mouth. "Do not speak in this class until called on. Understood?" I nod dumbly. "Remy, put your assignment away. Jean has already explained to all of your teachers to prevent you from working on it in other subjects. Don't let it happen again." The weather instructor passes out packets of paper to all the students, leaving him to turn all different hues of red.
"You'd better watch it," Warren says in hushed tones from my other side. I pivot in my seat to regard him. "When she influences the weather while lecturing, it means she's pretty upset. 'Sides, it's not nice to embarrass people like that." He points inconspicuously at Remy. I lower my eyes in regret. "Wanna go get something to eat after this is over? We can discuss what you missed earlier." I sit up straighter and smile.
"Ouais." We return our attention to the rambling teacher to find out what our homework is. Nothing too hard. Good. All we have to do is study what's in the packet of information and answer some questions on the last page.
"Next week, you'll all be writing a report on different styles of self-defense." I grin. Maybe this class won't be so bad after all. I get up from my chair at the same time as Warren and he holds the door open for me before leading me out to his car. We throw our stuff in the backseat. Peeking over my shoulder, I see Remy watching us from a window, an unreadable expression on his face. Not that I really care, since he was kind of rude to me, but still. we did make out just the other night. Oh, well. If he really likes me, he'll ask me out somewhere like Warren has.
"Where should we go?" he asks. I jump, sliding across the leather seat upon landing. He laughs lightly. I blush.
"Dunno. Someplace quiet." I lean back in my seat, leaving the annoying seatbelt off to the side as we zoom out the main driveway. I feel free once we clear the wrought iron gates that mark the perimeter and my spirits soar. Until they squeal to a halt at a stop light and stab murderous pangs through my chest.
We order cappuccinos at the local Starbucks (if there is such a thing as local considering they're every which way you turn, here), then drive to a small, secluded park overlooking either the Hudson River or Long Island Sound. I wouldn't know - this isn't geography. And if it were, as far as I'm concerned, it could be the Tonkin Gulf.
Spreading a wool blanket across the grass under a giant tree, I belly flop agonizingly onto it, holding my drink and the stack of stapled papers.
"Okay, so what've we got here. Look's like some battle strategies and such. Wait. why do we have these?" I look at Warren in confusion. He must see the lost look in my eyes because he sets down his own drink and scoots next to me, placing an arm over my back to regard my papers also. Comfy. I snuggle closer.
"We've gotta know them for Danger Room simulations. Sometimes Ms. Munroe takes us to one of the gyms and teaches them by making us run them, making believe the obstacles are there. She also shows us how to fight in hand-to-hand self defense after we've researched a method. But let's not worry about this stuff right now. We don't have her class again until Wednesday. Let's just relax." He takes my Styrofoam cup away from my grasp, sending me the message we'll be doing anything but relaxing. Not an entirely upsetting occurrence, however. A chill wind swoops down around us, causing me to shiver violently.
"Let's go sit in the car and 'relax'," I say, jumping up. I'm reluctant to leave the confines of his warm, feathered wings, but when the wind's wrapping its cold fingers around my exposed flesh, it's time to go inside. Happily, he obliges.
"Sitting in the car cramps my wings, ya know," he says, trailing his hand down my back to my ass where it stays until we reach the doors to the corvette. I shiver with delight. What is it with these x-mansion guys? Why do they all want a piece of me? Of course, I'm not complaining, but jeez, you'd think I'm the only girl within a hundred-mile radius the way they're coming at me.
Once seated in the hot rod, I cuddle up against Warren while he turns the heater and the radio on, turning the dial to a soft rock station. Not something I - or any other 'normal' person, especially male, on the face of the earth - would choose to listen to on a regular basis but it is good make out music. Judging by the signals I've been receiving, that's exactly what my winged comrade has in mind. Still not complaining. After all, he is extremely hot.
Languidly, he runs his fingers down the zipper on my shirt and onto my exposed abs. Only after his hand halts its descent do I notice that he's actually undone the fastener and my breasts are bared to the immediate world. Which, at the current moment, is simply him, so I don't think too much of it.
Offhandedly, I note that Remy's embellishments are no longer visible - or even there. Shortly after this thought drifts out the other side of my head, Warren's take their place. Time for a carefully calculated distraction.
I shift downward quickly, just far enough so that the next time he goes down, they end up on mine. Startled, he pulls back for moment, then kisses me again, smothering my entire body with his glorious warmth. My foot hits the dashboard. Cold air floods out the vents, keeping me from the reaction that landed Remy in the sick room. His gorgeous white wings envelope the two of us in a warm cocoon. I nearly tear his shirt off, emotions bubbling over again - this time not in anger, though.
I gaze into his eye as he pulls back and stares down at me also, smiling. He squeezes my ass gently. I jump, starting to laugh at my reaction. But my lips part and soon his tongue slips in, caressing mine.
Bang! We launch into the air, biting each other's tongues in surprise.
"Oww!" we exclaim, in chorus. We break into laughter as the rain outside changes from a light drizzle to a rough downpour. Sitting up, he turns the key in the ignition.
"We should head back," he says, resting his arm across the headrest as he backs out of the parking spot. Not commenting, I slide the zipper back up on my shirt, only to find that it's stuck - with half my boobs spilling out. He glances over, a smile dancing in his bright blue eyes. "Here. wear mine." He hands me the large over shirt.
"What're you gonna wear?"
"Nothing. I don't really need to. Wings and all. They understand if I come back without a shirt sometimes. You on the other hand." I grin. We pull into the spacious garage, parking next to an awesome-looking motorcycle and a crotch rocket. "Umm." he hesitates.
"What?" I stop, halfway opening the door before shutting it again and sitting back in the seat.
"Will you. be my girlfriend?" I choke quietly.
"Uh." Do I really need to think about it? "Yes!" I lean over quickly and kiss him on the lips. "Yes, I will." He grins as I climb out of the car and head to my room.
As I make my way to my room, I can't help but feel as though I'm being watched.