Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is
mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 8
Logan stood in the doorway as the remainder of the group moved over to the steel table in the centre of the room where Kurt stood with Aurora now laid upon the surface.
The room was large, and brightly lit, all lights reflecting majestically off metallic walls and other objects. Several computer screens lined one table, another held medical equipment. A large metallic tube sat to the far side of the room, the x-ray.
Storm frowned, giving a soft thoughtful noise as she leaned over, her hand shifting to gently push away Aurora's dark hair from her pale face, the hand then gently ran over the blood markings over her cheeks, "Do you think she got these from the dam burst?"
Logan spoke suddenly, a firm, "No."
Each head looked upwards to Logan at the strong response.
Logan returned their expressions with a glare, and then glanced around vacantly, waiting for something to happen. The door to the far right of the room opened and a form walked in. It was one of last year's students. Tall form was clothed in a white coat, which hung loosely round firm muscles that lined his body. Brown hair was spiked gently over his head and rimless glasses sat over his eyes. He was called Lucius, no one knew of any other name for him. He, like a few other students, preferred to just keep his real name.
Lucius moved instantly over to the table and the crowd politely parted to reveal Aurora, who had sunk back into unconsciousness.
"Who's this then?" he spoke up, looking round at the group.
"Aurora." Came Logan's voice from behind the small group, who was still stood alone by the door.
Charles turned his chair, facing Logan, "Come to my office Logan. I want to talk to you." He then moved over, his wheels rolling silently across the clean floor and out of the opening doorway. Logan cast a small glance over Aurora then over Storm and Scott. He cleared his throat gently, straightening and turning to follow Charles, Storm and Scott following behind to return to their classrooms.
Oak doors shut behind Logan the minute he passed through their opening. Logan cast a frown as they shut without any help. Charles moved over to his desk, pulling up beside it, rotating the chair to face Logan, "Please, sit down." Came the soft voice from the Professor. Logan looked back up and grunted in acknowledgment to this. He strode over the gleaming floorboards, thick boots clamping down upon their surface with his usual graceful silence; he then stopped, dropping down into one of the chairs that circled the desk.
"Did you find anything else there?" Charles's spoke formally, straightening in his seat, hands gently resting over the arms of his powered chair.
A rigid drone escaped from his throat to combine with his words for his sentence, "No. My main concern was the girl." He spoke, giving a single nod, "She was the first thing I came across." He then added untruthfully.
Charles's expression shifted to a disappointed grimace, "I suppose any surviving objects would have been difficult to find. Likely most of the debris was taken in with the flood, quite impossible to recover it in any fit state."
Logan nodded gently, "If there was anything drastic there. I would have noticed y'know."
Charles's gave a defeated nod in agreement, "More than likely, yes." He moved over a little in his chair, wheeling it to the large windows that lined his office, "I was just hoping for any evidence of Magneto's next moves. I really have no idea what's he's planning now. But I am determined to stop it." He replied firmly, his head then turning to send a confident glare towards Logan.
The professor removed his gaze, looking back out of the window over the basketball court where a group of children were currently playing with gleeful shouts, "Determined." He repeated softly, fading. "You may go." He added quietly.
Once more the heavy oak doors shut firmly as soon as Logan passed through. A flinch of an ear responded to their shutting actions. Logan strolled up through the corridor, broad shoulders held upright and head lifted, alert eyes always naturally scanning every aspect of his surroundings. The halls were almost silent now for it was In the middle of lesson time. He passed a classroom door then took a step back to look through again. Rogue was stood at the front of the glass demonstrating something on the board whilst Storm looked on and nodded to her appreciatively and commenting every now and then. Logan, with his advanced senses, could make out their words, something about the evolvement of mutants. He turned to watch, a smile lifting bristle stubble that lined his cheeks faintly.
Rogue's voice stopped, for she had caught sight of Logan through the glass. She gave a grin; mouthing the words, "Welcome back." A perplexed Storm blinked at her, rising from her seat on the edge of her desk, "Rogue?" Logan smirked now as Rogue looked to the professor with a small gasp and a mumbled apology; he heard his name in there somewhere. Storm looked up, and cast a playful frown over to Logan, telling him to clear off. Logan continued to smirk, nodding over through the glass and turning to walk on some more. A shrill bell echoed throughout the school, signalling end of class. Logan grimaced slightly at the ringing struck his sensitive ears. His head lifted as hundreds of footsteps were now starting all at once. Along the corridor classrooms doors opened and a mass of bodies streaked out to join the heavy clump that headed his way. Not wanting to get trapped in the horde of students he turned the corner, making his way to the staff dormitories. He walked on down the corridor, students now passing the main corridor but not venturing down his own. He stopped when he reached a door, his name bearing the top of the door in gold shiny letters. With a swift turn of the handle he entered his room.
A double bed sat to the left hand wall, a wardrobe next to it by the window which had a couple of cushions lining its wooden window seat. A few personal belongings sat atop a chest of drawers, and then finally to the far right sat a shut door, leading to an en-suite.
Logan saw that his belongings from his car had been conveniently brought up and placed by the side of his unspoilt bed. He let out a hefty yawn, shoulders raising to levitate arms as he gave a noisy stretch, several adimantium joints clicking. He could still hear the footsteps and noisy hubbub from the main corridor a few walls away. It has just been the last lesson of the day and all were determined to get up into their dorms to break away from the stressful school life. All except one.
Logan dropped down with a tired groan onto his bed, the smooth duvet crinkling and creasing in defeat to his weight. A hand rubbed lazily over his eyes, another yawn coming forth from his chest, mixed with a low murmur. This sleepy state was then hit as an urgent knock on the door brought him to full attention. He frowned and stood, his boots silently hitting the floor, though heavily. He opened the door a small way, rather suspicious of a visitor at this hour. It was Rogue who peered through the crack, just as he watched back, "Rogue." He said huskily, clearing his throat hurriedly and opening the door completely.
"Logan!" She replied reaching to give him a tender hug, careful to not touch him with bare skin though.
He smiled, leaning back to talk to her, "How are you kid?"
She shrugged gently, giving a sigh, "Fed up I guess." She said, ducking under the arm that held open the door, wandering into his room. Logan frowned as she entered, watching her with the disapproving expression, students weren't allowed in the staff dorms, or even the corridor leading to them. He mentally shrugged this off. He wasn't going to let some petty rule stop him seeing his friend.
Rogue was looking round the room, a frown upon her brow, "Hmph. Our rooms aren't as fancy as this."
Logan smirked wolfishly, "X-Men's privilege."
Rogue cast a faint smile at his reply, moving to sit down heavily in the window seat. Logan frowned, "What's wrong, Rogue?"
"Nothing much. just needed someone to talk to."
Logan dropped down beside her, his head canting, "'Bout what?"
Rogue pulled a grimace, "Exams in a few months. Final ones."
Logan gave a nod in acknowledgment, "Ah. But so? You'll do great."
"I'll fail!" She exclaimed, a hand waving in empathy to this negative comment.
Logan gave firm grunt, "Don't see why, not if you do your work well and get revision d - "
Rogue cut him off sharply with her voice, "I missed two years of mutant school. I bet half of the stuff in the exam will mean nothing to me."
Logan frowned, now understanding. His head turned and he peered out of the window onto the school grounds below, "Why not ask Storm or Charles to help you. Like. a mentor?"
Rogue looked him over, features lighting at this answer, "They'd do that?"
"Of course. That's what they're there for ain't it?"
Rogue looked positively ecstatic, "This means I might get some decent results. Wow. That's great. I'm going to tell Bobby about this."
Logan nodded to this, smiling a little.
"See you later! Thanks!" And with that she disappeared out of the room, her hurried footsteps echoing through his ears as she passed on through the corridor.
Logan stood from the seat, moving over to now shut the door. Another stretch and a series of clicking metal bones and he set off to prepare for bed.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 8
Logan stood in the doorway as the remainder of the group moved over to the steel table in the centre of the room where Kurt stood with Aurora now laid upon the surface.
The room was large, and brightly lit, all lights reflecting majestically off metallic walls and other objects. Several computer screens lined one table, another held medical equipment. A large metallic tube sat to the far side of the room, the x-ray.
Storm frowned, giving a soft thoughtful noise as she leaned over, her hand shifting to gently push away Aurora's dark hair from her pale face, the hand then gently ran over the blood markings over her cheeks, "Do you think she got these from the dam burst?"
Logan spoke suddenly, a firm, "No."
Each head looked upwards to Logan at the strong response.
Logan returned their expressions with a glare, and then glanced around vacantly, waiting for something to happen. The door to the far right of the room opened and a form walked in. It was one of last year's students. Tall form was clothed in a white coat, which hung loosely round firm muscles that lined his body. Brown hair was spiked gently over his head and rimless glasses sat over his eyes. He was called Lucius, no one knew of any other name for him. He, like a few other students, preferred to just keep his real name.
Lucius moved instantly over to the table and the crowd politely parted to reveal Aurora, who had sunk back into unconsciousness.
"Who's this then?" he spoke up, looking round at the group.
"Aurora." Came Logan's voice from behind the small group, who was still stood alone by the door.
Charles turned his chair, facing Logan, "Come to my office Logan. I want to talk to you." He then moved over, his wheels rolling silently across the clean floor and out of the opening doorway. Logan cast a small glance over Aurora then over Storm and Scott. He cleared his throat gently, straightening and turning to follow Charles, Storm and Scott following behind to return to their classrooms.
Oak doors shut behind Logan the minute he passed through their opening. Logan cast a frown as they shut without any help. Charles moved over to his desk, pulling up beside it, rotating the chair to face Logan, "Please, sit down." Came the soft voice from the Professor. Logan looked back up and grunted in acknowledgment to this. He strode over the gleaming floorboards, thick boots clamping down upon their surface with his usual graceful silence; he then stopped, dropping down into one of the chairs that circled the desk.
"Did you find anything else there?" Charles's spoke formally, straightening in his seat, hands gently resting over the arms of his powered chair.
A rigid drone escaped from his throat to combine with his words for his sentence, "No. My main concern was the girl." He spoke, giving a single nod, "She was the first thing I came across." He then added untruthfully.
Charles's expression shifted to a disappointed grimace, "I suppose any surviving objects would have been difficult to find. Likely most of the debris was taken in with the flood, quite impossible to recover it in any fit state."
Logan nodded gently, "If there was anything drastic there. I would have noticed y'know."
Charles's gave a defeated nod in agreement, "More than likely, yes." He moved over a little in his chair, wheeling it to the large windows that lined his office, "I was just hoping for any evidence of Magneto's next moves. I really have no idea what's he's planning now. But I am determined to stop it." He replied firmly, his head then turning to send a confident glare towards Logan.
The professor removed his gaze, looking back out of the window over the basketball court where a group of children were currently playing with gleeful shouts, "Determined." He repeated softly, fading. "You may go." He added quietly.
Once more the heavy oak doors shut firmly as soon as Logan passed through. A flinch of an ear responded to their shutting actions. Logan strolled up through the corridor, broad shoulders held upright and head lifted, alert eyes always naturally scanning every aspect of his surroundings. The halls were almost silent now for it was In the middle of lesson time. He passed a classroom door then took a step back to look through again. Rogue was stood at the front of the glass demonstrating something on the board whilst Storm looked on and nodded to her appreciatively and commenting every now and then. Logan, with his advanced senses, could make out their words, something about the evolvement of mutants. He turned to watch, a smile lifting bristle stubble that lined his cheeks faintly.
Rogue's voice stopped, for she had caught sight of Logan through the glass. She gave a grin; mouthing the words, "Welcome back." A perplexed Storm blinked at her, rising from her seat on the edge of her desk, "Rogue?" Logan smirked now as Rogue looked to the professor with a small gasp and a mumbled apology; he heard his name in there somewhere. Storm looked up, and cast a playful frown over to Logan, telling him to clear off. Logan continued to smirk, nodding over through the glass and turning to walk on some more. A shrill bell echoed throughout the school, signalling end of class. Logan grimaced slightly at the ringing struck his sensitive ears. His head lifted as hundreds of footsteps were now starting all at once. Along the corridor classrooms doors opened and a mass of bodies streaked out to join the heavy clump that headed his way. Not wanting to get trapped in the horde of students he turned the corner, making his way to the staff dormitories. He walked on down the corridor, students now passing the main corridor but not venturing down his own. He stopped when he reached a door, his name bearing the top of the door in gold shiny letters. With a swift turn of the handle he entered his room.
A double bed sat to the left hand wall, a wardrobe next to it by the window which had a couple of cushions lining its wooden window seat. A few personal belongings sat atop a chest of drawers, and then finally to the far right sat a shut door, leading to an en-suite.
Logan saw that his belongings from his car had been conveniently brought up and placed by the side of his unspoilt bed. He let out a hefty yawn, shoulders raising to levitate arms as he gave a noisy stretch, several adimantium joints clicking. He could still hear the footsteps and noisy hubbub from the main corridor a few walls away. It has just been the last lesson of the day and all were determined to get up into their dorms to break away from the stressful school life. All except one.
Logan dropped down with a tired groan onto his bed, the smooth duvet crinkling and creasing in defeat to his weight. A hand rubbed lazily over his eyes, another yawn coming forth from his chest, mixed with a low murmur. This sleepy state was then hit as an urgent knock on the door brought him to full attention. He frowned and stood, his boots silently hitting the floor, though heavily. He opened the door a small way, rather suspicious of a visitor at this hour. It was Rogue who peered through the crack, just as he watched back, "Rogue." He said huskily, clearing his throat hurriedly and opening the door completely.
"Logan!" She replied reaching to give him a tender hug, careful to not touch him with bare skin though.
He smiled, leaning back to talk to her, "How are you kid?"
She shrugged gently, giving a sigh, "Fed up I guess." She said, ducking under the arm that held open the door, wandering into his room. Logan frowned as she entered, watching her with the disapproving expression, students weren't allowed in the staff dorms, or even the corridor leading to them. He mentally shrugged this off. He wasn't going to let some petty rule stop him seeing his friend.
Rogue was looking round the room, a frown upon her brow, "Hmph. Our rooms aren't as fancy as this."
Logan smirked wolfishly, "X-Men's privilege."
Rogue cast a faint smile at his reply, moving to sit down heavily in the window seat. Logan frowned, "What's wrong, Rogue?"
"Nothing much. just needed someone to talk to."
Logan dropped down beside her, his head canting, "'Bout what?"
Rogue pulled a grimace, "Exams in a few months. Final ones."
Logan gave a nod in acknowledgment, "Ah. But so? You'll do great."
"I'll fail!" She exclaimed, a hand waving in empathy to this negative comment.
Logan gave firm grunt, "Don't see why, not if you do your work well and get revision d - "
Rogue cut him off sharply with her voice, "I missed two years of mutant school. I bet half of the stuff in the exam will mean nothing to me."
Logan frowned, now understanding. His head turned and he peered out of the window onto the school grounds below, "Why not ask Storm or Charles to help you. Like. a mentor?"
Rogue looked him over, features lighting at this answer, "They'd do that?"
"Of course. That's what they're there for ain't it?"
Rogue looked positively ecstatic, "This means I might get some decent results. Wow. That's great. I'm going to tell Bobby about this."
Logan nodded to this, smiling a little.
"See you later! Thanks!" And with that she disappeared out of the room, her hurried footsteps echoing through his ears as she passed on through the corridor.
Logan stood from the seat, moving over to now shut the door. Another stretch and a series of clicking metal bones and he set off to prepare for bed.
