Professor Charles Xavier manevuered his wheel chair out of the infirmary, Jean walking along one side, and Scott along the other. "And have you figured out what is wrong with young Jones?" the older man asked, brow creasing in worry. "No," Jean replied with a shake of her head. "It's nothing like I've ever seen, professor, and Hank doesn't have a clue what it could be either. There are no signs of anything being wrong anywhere. We did an MRI, but it came out clear." Xavier narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. "Well, perhaps we will find the answer in time. In the meanwhile, keep him isolated in case it is contagious. Maybe running some tests on the other students who could have possibly come in contact with him lately would not be a bad idea." he concluded. Jean nodded, glancing to Scott. Scott raised his eyebrows above his ruby-quartz glasses, the corner of his mouth twitching in the ghost of a sympathetic smile. Checking all the students who have talked to Jones lately could take a while. A long, tiring while. And that was the last thing Jean needed.
Ororo Munroe wandered out of her classroom, locking the door and slipping the keys into her pocket. 'Finally,' she thought to herself. 'I thought I'd never finish marking those papers.' Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by an ear-shattering shriek coming from down the hall. Wincing, she headed in that direction and knocked lightly on the door of the furthest room, raising an eyebrow. "Jubilee? Stealth?" she called out to the young girls who resided in this particular room. There was no answer, so she just opened the door. Peering in, she frowned and gazed around the dark room. "Girls?" she asked, seeing no sign of anyone there. A low whimper came from the far corner, so Ororo wandered in that direction. "Stealth?" she asked with a frown, kneeling by the shaking 14-year-old, ivory hair falling about her as she did so. "What's wrong?" she asked gently. The brunette girl brought her gaze up to Ororo, brown eyes looking particularly troubled. "I...I didn't...She's not...not..." The girl's normally confident, Irish-accented voice was wavering with fear. "Who? Who's not what?" Ororo asked, the frown deepening. "J...Jubilee," the girl stuttered, looking to the closet. Ororo stood, frowning and walking toward the closet. As she reached out a hand, she felt her chest tighten, her usually cool demeanor being ruptured by the fear of what she could possibly find. She had never seen Stealth look so afraid. Turning the knob on the closet door, she swung the door open and looked in. Deep chocolate hued eyes widened and she had to bite her tongue from screaming herself. "Jean? H..Hank?" she called hoarsely, then raised her voice. "Jean? Hank? Someone help!"
Logan sipped his beer contentedly, leaning back on the chair in his room and glancing over a sheet of test scores from the younger students' recent training session, which he had instructed. The grades were significantly lower than usual and it had even been an easier test. Frowning, he shook his head, taking another drink of the beer- which he was not supposed to have in the school, evidently. Maybe he was just being too hard on the students? Nah, they could handle it. Suddenly, he heard a voice call out and he caught the scent of what was clearly fear. Raising a hairy brow, he dropped the beer bottle down carelessly on the side table and stood, heading out of his room. Walking briskly down the hall, he passed a corner that lead toward the girls' dorms; that was where he had heard the voice coming from. Hurrying down the long hall, he stopped at the last door, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. Clearing his throat, he peered in cautiously. "Uh, everything okay?" he asked. "Logan!" A voice replied. "Come, quick!" Looking highly confused, Logan entered the room. " 'Ro?" he asked, seeing the woman kneeling on the floor in front of the closet. Gazing into the closet, his hazel eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. "God, 'Ro...what happened?" Ororo had Jubilee's head on her lap, the young Asian girl was unconscious, bloody gashes all over her arms and legs. Ororo shook her head, looking up to Logan. "I think...Stealth did it," she said lowly, casting a glance over to the other girl in the corner. "Who?" Wolverine asked, wrinkling his nose in confusion. Then he followed her gaze, nodding a bit. "Oh, the new kid." he said calmly, then remembered what was happening again. Maybe he had a bit too much beer..."Why would she do that?" Ororo shook her head. "I don't know," she replied. "but we have to get Jubilee to Hank or Jean...You take her, I'll stay here and talk to Stealth." Logan nodded in compliance, stepping forward to help immediately. 'Hell,' he thought to himself. 'what was with the kids these days?'
(Here's the professor, for those who wondered! XD And thanks for all the comments/suggestions! Okay, so this chapter is short too. But it takes me forever to write lately and I hate keeping the readers in suspense, lol. ^^; Review please.)
Ororo Munroe wandered out of her classroom, locking the door and slipping the keys into her pocket. 'Finally,' she thought to herself. 'I thought I'd never finish marking those papers.' Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by an ear-shattering shriek coming from down the hall. Wincing, she headed in that direction and knocked lightly on the door of the furthest room, raising an eyebrow. "Jubilee? Stealth?" she called out to the young girls who resided in this particular room. There was no answer, so she just opened the door. Peering in, she frowned and gazed around the dark room. "Girls?" she asked, seeing no sign of anyone there. A low whimper came from the far corner, so Ororo wandered in that direction. "Stealth?" she asked with a frown, kneeling by the shaking 14-year-old, ivory hair falling about her as she did so. "What's wrong?" she asked gently. The brunette girl brought her gaze up to Ororo, brown eyes looking particularly troubled. "I...I didn't...She's not...not..." The girl's normally confident, Irish-accented voice was wavering with fear. "Who? Who's not what?" Ororo asked, the frown deepening. "J...Jubilee," the girl stuttered, looking to the closet. Ororo stood, frowning and walking toward the closet. As she reached out a hand, she felt her chest tighten, her usually cool demeanor being ruptured by the fear of what she could possibly find. She had never seen Stealth look so afraid. Turning the knob on the closet door, she swung the door open and looked in. Deep chocolate hued eyes widened and she had to bite her tongue from screaming herself. "Jean? H..Hank?" she called hoarsely, then raised her voice. "Jean? Hank? Someone help!"
Logan sipped his beer contentedly, leaning back on the chair in his room and glancing over a sheet of test scores from the younger students' recent training session, which he had instructed. The grades were significantly lower than usual and it had even been an easier test. Frowning, he shook his head, taking another drink of the beer- which he was not supposed to have in the school, evidently. Maybe he was just being too hard on the students? Nah, they could handle it. Suddenly, he heard a voice call out and he caught the scent of what was clearly fear. Raising a hairy brow, he dropped the beer bottle down carelessly on the side table and stood, heading out of his room. Walking briskly down the hall, he passed a corner that lead toward the girls' dorms; that was where he had heard the voice coming from. Hurrying down the long hall, he stopped at the last door, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. Clearing his throat, he peered in cautiously. "Uh, everything okay?" he asked. "Logan!" A voice replied. "Come, quick!" Looking highly confused, Logan entered the room. " 'Ro?" he asked, seeing the woman kneeling on the floor in front of the closet. Gazing into the closet, his hazel eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. "God, 'Ro...what happened?" Ororo had Jubilee's head on her lap, the young Asian girl was unconscious, bloody gashes all over her arms and legs. Ororo shook her head, looking up to Logan. "I think...Stealth did it," she said lowly, casting a glance over to the other girl in the corner. "Who?" Wolverine asked, wrinkling his nose in confusion. Then he followed her gaze, nodding a bit. "Oh, the new kid." he said calmly, then remembered what was happening again. Maybe he had a bit too much beer..."Why would she do that?" Ororo shook her head. "I don't know," she replied. "but we have to get Jubilee to Hank or Jean...You take her, I'll stay here and talk to Stealth." Logan nodded in compliance, stepping forward to help immediately. 'Hell,' he thought to himself. 'what was with the kids these days?'
(Here's the professor, for those who wondered! XD And thanks for all the comments/suggestions! Okay, so this chapter is short too. But it takes me forever to write lately and I hate keeping the readers in suspense, lol. ^^; Review please.)