Eri-Sama: Sorry it's so short, I didn't want to have the date stuff in this
chapter, but it will be in the next chapter. Anyway, still rated R to be on
the safe side, I still don't own the recognizable characters, tilde (~)
chains indicate flashback, these ( ' ' ) indicate a person's thought.
Reviews are appreciated, I'm so glad I have another person tracking my
story! I have to admit, that puts a bit of heat under my butt.
New Resident
Hank McCoy stepped out of a taxi in front of Xavier's mansion dressed in jeans, old shoes, a T-shirt, a large raincoat and a fedora. He held a duffel bag in his left hand and held his coat closed with the other as he approached the front door. He wrapped his fingers around the brass knocker and knocked two, three, then four times before he saw his fingers and quickly returned them to his coat.
"I'll get it." Orora called through the house, striding to the door, her steps as much like strutting as one could get in fuzzy slippers. She peered through the peephole and saw a shadowed figure. "It seems that our house is where everyone comes when they're hiding or running from something." She opened the door and Hank lifted his head so she could see his face. He was still slightly handsome and a few beats ticked by before Orora was able to speak. "Do. do I know you?"
Dr. McCoy stammered a bit, unsure of what to say. "I, uh, well, you see, my name is Doctor Hank McCoy and I need to speak with Charles Xavier about some research I've done." He looked down to his exposed knuckles and Orora followed his gaze, noticing something was wrong.
She stepped back and opened the door wide enough for him to come in, closing it behind him. "Come with me." She walked toward the hidden elevator, stepping in behind him and took him into the depths of the mansion to wait for Xavier.
***
Logan chose Scott's convertible, but decided to keep the top up since it was quite cold this time of year. After he left Rogue's room, he actually got ready like he was going on a date, he trimmed his mutton chops, put on clean and unwrinkled clothes and even a bit of cologne. He fast, but not so fast to draw attention, in a rush to get across the border and to a bar so he and his date could enjoy the night. Rogue wore a long loose skirt, knee high boots, a cropped wide strap tank top and a heavy duster. They rode in silence until they got to the border, after that, they started talking.
Logan started. "Rogue."
"Please, you know mah name's Marie."
He chuckled before going on. "Right, Marie. Do you mind that I've taken off with you on a dark, cold night heading to some unknown and probably seedy location?" A smile crept upon his lips and he turned his head to look at her, then quickly back to the road ahead.
"The only thing ah really worry about is that you keep your eyes on th' road." She shifted in her seat, turning a little to see him better. She nearly felt words reverberate in her head, in Logan's voice, but the words weren't clear. When Logan started to chuckle, she had to ask him. "What were yah thinkin' about just now?"
"Oh, just thinking it's hard to keep my eyes off you, you look great, Marie." He slipped a cigar out of the left front pocket of his leather jacket and bit down on it. "Don't worry, I won't light it yet. It's bad enough I'm taking Scott's ride. again, I'll at least respect his upholstery."
Marie looked out the window, blowing softly on the glass. "So where are we going?"
"A bar I came across when I was in this part of Canada. It was a few years back, I just hope it's the way I remember it." He really just wanted it to still be there. Logan wasn't the type to be easily embarrassed, but making a big deal about an over night road trip to some place that didn't exist would probably be enough to bring him to shame. They drove along for about another 10 miles and pulled in close to the building.
***
Kurt wandered around the mansion, trying to figure where Orora had gone. 'It's getting late, I hope she's not out.' He checked nearly every room in the place, kitchen, garage, bathrooms, Scott's room, classrooms. When he got to the lower levels of the mansion, he heard her voice, and that of Xavier, and a new voice.
"You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. We've needed a doctor around here for a while now." Charles spoke softly, but his voice carried down the corridors easily.
"Thank you very much, I would like to help you in any way I can. You say I can stay here?" The unfamiliar voice resounded through the halls nearly as well as Xavier's.
"Orora will show you to a room, at least I believe we have a room available." Kurt could tell something was being said, but Orora's voice didn't carry like the men's voices. "I'll see you in the morning, Dr. McCoy, goodnight to both of you." He decided to hide rather than be caught eavesdropping, not knowing whether Charles was aware of his presence, but knowing neither of the other two would. As they approached he hid in the shadows of a hallway he thought they wouldn't turn into.
"Well, Dr. McCoy."
"Oh, please, call me Hank."
"Okay, welcome to Xavier's school for the gifted. Of course, I'm sure you realize it's sort of a cover for what we actually do here. The children are gifted, as you know, but most of them are academically gifted as well. I am a teacher here, chemistry, biology, and mathematics to calculus. Professor Xavier handles calculus and physics, the other teachers you'll meet soon, I'm sure. They can tell you what they do, or you can just sit in and watch." They continued talking as they walked to the elevator and the door closed behind them.
"She's so kind, always trying to help. I'll catch her tomorrow, then." Kurt teleported upstairs and to his room, showered and went to bed.
New Resident
Hank McCoy stepped out of a taxi in front of Xavier's mansion dressed in jeans, old shoes, a T-shirt, a large raincoat and a fedora. He held a duffel bag in his left hand and held his coat closed with the other as he approached the front door. He wrapped his fingers around the brass knocker and knocked two, three, then four times before he saw his fingers and quickly returned them to his coat.
"I'll get it." Orora called through the house, striding to the door, her steps as much like strutting as one could get in fuzzy slippers. She peered through the peephole and saw a shadowed figure. "It seems that our house is where everyone comes when they're hiding or running from something." She opened the door and Hank lifted his head so she could see his face. He was still slightly handsome and a few beats ticked by before Orora was able to speak. "Do. do I know you?"
Dr. McCoy stammered a bit, unsure of what to say. "I, uh, well, you see, my name is Doctor Hank McCoy and I need to speak with Charles Xavier about some research I've done." He looked down to his exposed knuckles and Orora followed his gaze, noticing something was wrong.
She stepped back and opened the door wide enough for him to come in, closing it behind him. "Come with me." She walked toward the hidden elevator, stepping in behind him and took him into the depths of the mansion to wait for Xavier.
***
Logan chose Scott's convertible, but decided to keep the top up since it was quite cold this time of year. After he left Rogue's room, he actually got ready like he was going on a date, he trimmed his mutton chops, put on clean and unwrinkled clothes and even a bit of cologne. He fast, but not so fast to draw attention, in a rush to get across the border and to a bar so he and his date could enjoy the night. Rogue wore a long loose skirt, knee high boots, a cropped wide strap tank top and a heavy duster. They rode in silence until they got to the border, after that, they started talking.
Logan started. "Rogue."
"Please, you know mah name's Marie."
He chuckled before going on. "Right, Marie. Do you mind that I've taken off with you on a dark, cold night heading to some unknown and probably seedy location?" A smile crept upon his lips and he turned his head to look at her, then quickly back to the road ahead.
"The only thing ah really worry about is that you keep your eyes on th' road." She shifted in her seat, turning a little to see him better. She nearly felt words reverberate in her head, in Logan's voice, but the words weren't clear. When Logan started to chuckle, she had to ask him. "What were yah thinkin' about just now?"
"Oh, just thinking it's hard to keep my eyes off you, you look great, Marie." He slipped a cigar out of the left front pocket of his leather jacket and bit down on it. "Don't worry, I won't light it yet. It's bad enough I'm taking Scott's ride. again, I'll at least respect his upholstery."
Marie looked out the window, blowing softly on the glass. "So where are we going?"
"A bar I came across when I was in this part of Canada. It was a few years back, I just hope it's the way I remember it." He really just wanted it to still be there. Logan wasn't the type to be easily embarrassed, but making a big deal about an over night road trip to some place that didn't exist would probably be enough to bring him to shame. They drove along for about another 10 miles and pulled in close to the building.
***
Kurt wandered around the mansion, trying to figure where Orora had gone. 'It's getting late, I hope she's not out.' He checked nearly every room in the place, kitchen, garage, bathrooms, Scott's room, classrooms. When he got to the lower levels of the mansion, he heard her voice, and that of Xavier, and a new voice.
"You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. We've needed a doctor around here for a while now." Charles spoke softly, but his voice carried down the corridors easily.
"Thank you very much, I would like to help you in any way I can. You say I can stay here?" The unfamiliar voice resounded through the halls nearly as well as Xavier's.
"Orora will show you to a room, at least I believe we have a room available." Kurt could tell something was being said, but Orora's voice didn't carry like the men's voices. "I'll see you in the morning, Dr. McCoy, goodnight to both of you." He decided to hide rather than be caught eavesdropping, not knowing whether Charles was aware of his presence, but knowing neither of the other two would. As they approached he hid in the shadows of a hallway he thought they wouldn't turn into.
"Well, Dr. McCoy."
"Oh, please, call me Hank."
"Okay, welcome to Xavier's school for the gifted. Of course, I'm sure you realize it's sort of a cover for what we actually do here. The children are gifted, as you know, but most of them are academically gifted as well. I am a teacher here, chemistry, biology, and mathematics to calculus. Professor Xavier handles calculus and physics, the other teachers you'll meet soon, I'm sure. They can tell you what they do, or you can just sit in and watch." They continued talking as they walked to the elevator and the door closed behind them.
"She's so kind, always trying to help. I'll catch her tomorrow, then." Kurt teleported upstairs and to his room, showered and went to bed.