Title: Daughter of A Wolf
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
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Chapter Two: Social Circles
Professor Xavier smiled at the young mutant, but lines of worry and confusion creased his forehead. He had little idea how to proceed in a difficult matter such as this. Though he knew one thing: he couldn't throw this child out. He had never done so and he never would. Keeping her would be the easy part, telling Logan on the other hand. . . would not be as simple.
"If you would like to stay here we have plenty of rooms. You could make friends and start a new life for yourself here. I understand that it won't be easy. Adoledcence, especially, a mutant adolescene is never easy. Honestly most of the children that come here want to begin a new life and most do succeed in doing so. Would you like to stay in my school?"
"Yes, I think I would." She looked at him and he smiled back reassuringly.
"Very good. If you would please come with me and we'll find you a suitable room and enroll you into classes." She rose and followed him out of his office. "Calypso," He began after a time. "I don't know if you are ready for this or even if you want to know, but I- I do believe I know where your father is."
"You do?" Surprise laced her face. She was clearly shocked and the clearly confused.
"He is a teacher here at our school. I don't want rumors flying around the school until we can tell him first and the two of you can meet and possibly get to know each other. I think it would be best to keep that information to ourselves until then. Do you agree?" She nodded. "Then it would probably be best to keep the weaponry down to a minimum." He looked at her hands and she nodded again. Her father was here? It was almost too much to comprehend. She never imagined actually meeting him and wasn't so sure if she wanted to. Calypso has taken responsibility for herself for as long as she could remember.
"When do you think it would be a good time to tell him?" Her face once again forcing out any acknowledgement of emotional distress to become stone.
"I know this is hard and although you and your father have never met I do think that the sooner we tell him the better. He doesn't have any knowledge of you. It will give you time to reacquaint yourselves." She never even needed to meet her father. He had been an unnecessary part of her life. But now she had a deep need to see and talk with him.
It was a Saturday morning and most of the students were hanging around in the lounge or in the mansions lavish back yard either playing games or hanging out with friends. She followed side by side with the Professor into a lounge area. Calypso noticed a few students on a couch. Two boys and a girl with two prominent white stripes in her hair. One of the boys had a lighter with which he was constantly flicking off and on and the other boy was holding hands with the girl.
"Bobby, John, Marie," Xavier said as they reached the group of friends. "This is Calypso Oyama. She's going to be a student here."
"Hi, I'm Marie," said the girl, smilingly brightly as she tried to break the ice. "But everyone just calls me Rogue and this is Bobby."
"Call me Iceman." He smiled, too. "And this, this creature with the overly slicked back hair is John, but we call him Pyro." The dark haired boy with the lighter eyed the blonde boy menacingly then turned his attention to her, nodded and lightly smirked. She nodded back at them. She really did need to become more social. After all she was a teenager and now she had other kids to interact with. She should at least try to make an attempt as being friendly. After she escaped she spent of few months with humans learning their ways, understanding social circles. However it was still hard for her.
"What's your mutant name?" Asked Rogue.
"It's Lash."
"Lash?" Asked the fire boy staring at her.
"Yeah." She said with a cold eye and then noticing something in his eyes that was extraordinarily similar to hers.
"Be nice John." Bobby warned. "What are your powers Lash?" Asked the iceman.
"Well we don't want to bombard Calypso with questions, do we?" The professor broke in and saving Lash from answering . "We came here to ask you Rogue if you still need a roommate?"
"Yup, still do."
"Would you like Calypso to be your new room mate?"
"Sure." Rogue smiled.
"Would you bring her to her new room?"
"Of course."
"Wonderful. Well, I'll leave you children. After Calypso is settled in will you show her around?" Rogue nodded. "Great. But I still need to talk to you Lash when you're ready." Lash nodded. The professor nodded and rolled away leaving Lash alone with them. She could handle a mature adult who knew about her situation, but she wasn't sure she could handle immature children.
"Lash do you want me to show you to our room?"
"Yeah, is it far?" She was trying desperately to be sociable and make small talk.
"Nope. The girls dormitory isn't far at all." They had a mutual smiled as Rogue led the way and the boys trailed behind them.
"Lash, if you don't mind my asking what brings you to mutant high?" Rogue asked.
"I had no where else to go." Lash said simply.
"You'll fit in perfectly." They heard Pyro say sarcastically from behind them. Lash gave him a questioning look.
"What John means is that most of us came here because we didn't have any where else to go either. Most of our families couldn't deal with our gifts. My family couldn't."
"Neither could mine." Said Bobby. Pyro opted to remain out of it. "What about your parents?"
"My mom was a mutant."
"Was?" Asked Rogue carefully.
"She's dead." Lash said unremorsefully, making Rogue feel uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry." Lash could see the regret in the girls face.
"It's alright."
"What about your father?"
"He's a mutant too, but I haven't met him."
"Oh." Said Rogue not quite understanding. "Here we are."
Rogue opened the door leading Lash in. It was a normal girls dorm room. Rogue had kept her side to herself knowing that one day she'd get a roommate. To Rogue this new girl was a bit strange and blunt, mostly distant. She was strange and distant her first days at the school too, but this new girl seemed strangely familiar.
"How do you like it?" She asked and sat down on her bed, Bobby joined her and Pyro stood by the doorframe.
"It's nice," She looked around the bare walls and but I don't have any stuff or clothes even."
"That's ok. The professor lets us buy things with his money. A lot of us are runaways don't have much to buy things with." Marie explained.
Lash nodded. Things we're going to be good here. She had a feeling. Only if that feeling didn't come from her adamantium bones.
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Chapter Two: Social Circles
Professor Xavier smiled at the young mutant, but lines of worry and confusion creased his forehead. He had little idea how to proceed in a difficult matter such as this. Though he knew one thing: he couldn't throw this child out. He had never done so and he never would. Keeping her would be the easy part, telling Logan on the other hand. . . would not be as simple.
"If you would like to stay here we have plenty of rooms. You could make friends and start a new life for yourself here. I understand that it won't be easy. Adoledcence, especially, a mutant adolescene is never easy. Honestly most of the children that come here want to begin a new life and most do succeed in doing so. Would you like to stay in my school?"
"Yes, I think I would." She looked at him and he smiled back reassuringly.
"Very good. If you would please come with me and we'll find you a suitable room and enroll you into classes." She rose and followed him out of his office. "Calypso," He began after a time. "I don't know if you are ready for this or even if you want to know, but I- I do believe I know where your father is."
"You do?" Surprise laced her face. She was clearly shocked and the clearly confused.
"He is a teacher here at our school. I don't want rumors flying around the school until we can tell him first and the two of you can meet and possibly get to know each other. I think it would be best to keep that information to ourselves until then. Do you agree?" She nodded. "Then it would probably be best to keep the weaponry down to a minimum." He looked at her hands and she nodded again. Her father was here? It was almost too much to comprehend. She never imagined actually meeting him and wasn't so sure if she wanted to. Calypso has taken responsibility for herself for as long as she could remember.
"When do you think it would be a good time to tell him?" Her face once again forcing out any acknowledgement of emotional distress to become stone.
"I know this is hard and although you and your father have never met I do think that the sooner we tell him the better. He doesn't have any knowledge of you. It will give you time to reacquaint yourselves." She never even needed to meet her father. He had been an unnecessary part of her life. But now she had a deep need to see and talk with him.
It was a Saturday morning and most of the students were hanging around in the lounge or in the mansions lavish back yard either playing games or hanging out with friends. She followed side by side with the Professor into a lounge area. Calypso noticed a few students on a couch. Two boys and a girl with two prominent white stripes in her hair. One of the boys had a lighter with which he was constantly flicking off and on and the other boy was holding hands with the girl.
"Bobby, John, Marie," Xavier said as they reached the group of friends. "This is Calypso Oyama. She's going to be a student here."
"Hi, I'm Marie," said the girl, smilingly brightly as she tried to break the ice. "But everyone just calls me Rogue and this is Bobby."
"Call me Iceman." He smiled, too. "And this, this creature with the overly slicked back hair is John, but we call him Pyro." The dark haired boy with the lighter eyed the blonde boy menacingly then turned his attention to her, nodded and lightly smirked. She nodded back at them. She really did need to become more social. After all she was a teenager and now she had other kids to interact with. She should at least try to make an attempt as being friendly. After she escaped she spent of few months with humans learning their ways, understanding social circles. However it was still hard for her.
"What's your mutant name?" Asked Rogue.
"It's Lash."
"Lash?" Asked the fire boy staring at her.
"Yeah." She said with a cold eye and then noticing something in his eyes that was extraordinarily similar to hers.
"Be nice John." Bobby warned. "What are your powers Lash?" Asked the iceman.
"Well we don't want to bombard Calypso with questions, do we?" The professor broke in and saving Lash from answering . "We came here to ask you Rogue if you still need a roommate?"
"Yup, still do."
"Would you like Calypso to be your new room mate?"
"Sure." Rogue smiled.
"Would you bring her to her new room?"
"Of course."
"Wonderful. Well, I'll leave you children. After Calypso is settled in will you show her around?" Rogue nodded. "Great. But I still need to talk to you Lash when you're ready." Lash nodded. The professor nodded and rolled away leaving Lash alone with them. She could handle a mature adult who knew about her situation, but she wasn't sure she could handle immature children.
"Lash do you want me to show you to our room?"
"Yeah, is it far?" She was trying desperately to be sociable and make small talk.
"Nope. The girls dormitory isn't far at all." They had a mutual smiled as Rogue led the way and the boys trailed behind them.
"Lash, if you don't mind my asking what brings you to mutant high?" Rogue asked.
"I had no where else to go." Lash said simply.
"You'll fit in perfectly." They heard Pyro say sarcastically from behind them. Lash gave him a questioning look.
"What John means is that most of us came here because we didn't have any where else to go either. Most of our families couldn't deal with our gifts. My family couldn't."
"Neither could mine." Said Bobby. Pyro opted to remain out of it. "What about your parents?"
"My mom was a mutant."
"Was?" Asked Rogue carefully.
"She's dead." Lash said unremorsefully, making Rogue feel uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry." Lash could see the regret in the girls face.
"It's alright."
"What about your father?"
"He's a mutant too, but I haven't met him."
"Oh." Said Rogue not quite understanding. "Here we are."
Rogue opened the door leading Lash in. It was a normal girls dorm room. Rogue had kept her side to herself knowing that one day she'd get a roommate. To Rogue this new girl was a bit strange and blunt, mostly distant. She was strange and distant her first days at the school too, but this new girl seemed strangely familiar.
"How do you like it?" She asked and sat down on her bed, Bobby joined her and Pyro stood by the doorframe.
"It's nice," She looked around the bare walls and but I don't have any stuff or clothes even."
"That's ok. The professor lets us buy things with his money. A lot of us are runaways don't have much to buy things with." Marie explained.
Lash nodded. Things we're going to be good here. She had a feeling. Only if that feeling didn't come from her adamantium bones.