wow so many responses! I'm Happy!! ^_^ By the way Gambits a favorite too! I have some bad grammer... -_-

+telepathy+
'thoughts'

Steel
Chapter 2

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Charles Xaiver sighed as he wheeled himself on to the X-jet . Ororo helped him to the co-pilot seat, then taking her position at the pilot seat.
"That went un-expecting well"
"Yes, but Bobbys parents still have their doubts" Charles said putting his fingers to his lips "maybe meeting me and explaining what I do to help my students they'll see past Bobby's mutation"
"You're a great man professor" The X-jet lifted up out of the wooded clearing behind Bobby's house and took off without the families of the town knowing.
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Upon entering the mansion, Xaiver knew something was wrong "Ororo it's dinner time, go eat"
"and you, professor?"
"I'll get something later" He watched Ororo walk to dining hall and after she'd entered, he headed for the elevator.

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"I don't understand, it's just a headache"
Jean swallowed the lump in her throat; she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"Perhaps I should explain"
Heads turned towards the doorway, where the professor was...well sitting in his wheelchair.

+Professor you don't have to...+

+Jean look after Scott, I'll take Logan away and explain+

"Logan, lets go to my office and I'll explain. Let Scott rest"
Logan stood up and before leaving the room took one look back at Scott and Jean before following the professor.
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"Have a seat" Xaiver gestured to a chair in front of his desk; Logan's gruff grunt was his only response, as he plopped down in the chair

"Logan, a mutation involved in the head causes more intense headaches then others" Xaiver explained "With Scott's mutation, he has a lot of building pressure behind the eyes."

"What about you?"

"Both Jean and I battle headaches, even a mutant as strong as I'm can't beat headaches; it kinda comes with the mutation."

Logan nodded in understanding "You still have 'm?"

"Yes, but barely. Jean usually gets one once a month, Scott is usually unpredictable but stress doesn't help any of us"

Logan looked at the professor and his look said 'continue'

"When Scott first came to this school Jean had already been here for a while....her headaches weren't so bad anymore, but Scott's had if any thing 'doubted'!"

Logan cocked an eyebrow, wondering if he really wanted to hear the past of a man who wasn't his best of friends. Reading Logans mind, Xaiver frowned.

"Logan, I know you're not a permit member of the X-men, but try and remember you're not the only one on the team with a past that hurts; and you can't remember your"

Logan was surprised; then thinking about what Xaiver had said for a few moments he saw the truth in the older mans words.

"Anyway," Xaiver continued "Scott's power finally emerged at his prom"

Logans eyebrows shot right up almost disappearing into his hair.

"That's when Cerebro had tracked him down. When I went to go get him he had been walking around blind, cuts all over him and he had managed to make it back to the foster home he was in; Quite amazing really"

"Foster home?"Logans gruff voice had a tint of surprise in it

"Why, yes Logan, didn't you know? Or guess? Scotts been on his own since he was about 7 or 8"

If possible, Logan's eyebrows went up even further "So one-eye is an orphan?"

"an orphan is someone who was born and never meet their parents; Scott lived with his parents and his brother Alex"

"One eyes got a bro!?"

"He did, but Alex died with his parents when the crash happened"

"crash?"

"Yes, it's how Scott became alone and because of the crash he can't control his powers......I have no right to tell you what happened, you'll have to ask Scott"

'I'm sure that'll be fun' Logan thought mentally rolling his eyes
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"So what's in the crates?" asked a browned hair man with a hooked nose
"Stuff from Stryker...."replied a black haired man

".........but I thought he went through with his plan"
"he did, but failed and he's now dead"
"How'd you know he's dead?"

"Because, Mark, if he failed we were his back up plan.....these crates are full of stuff to finish what Stryker started and finish off those freaks for good"

The blacked haired man,Adam, picked up a manvilla envelope that was attached to one of the crates; He took out the contents and gave the items quick looks.

"Those the targets?" asked Mark

"yeah.....we'll strike soon; come on its time to eat"

The 2 men retreated from the room full of crates.

"Alice!" yelled Adam

"Yes Sir?!" a younger women came running to the 2 males, saluting them

"Your job is to go through the files of the infected, and choose a subject"

"Yes Sir"

The two men walked away and the women smirked; she was going to enjoy picking out a guinea pig.

~Sorry that its poorly written -_-; and that its so late......i'm failing and working my butt off not too....and Chibichicabiddy, you write so good! Everyone read her Fic!! this chapter is for to you because you inspired me to even write this fic....and thanks to who reviewed! till the next chapter! ^_~

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