Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Granite
and Serpentine (new character coming into later chapters,) and the weapons
I gave to Orion, plus her name. But the character itself remains Marvel's.
Plot is mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 13
Magneto straightened, now feeling extremely vulnerable. To the left of the room, several cracking noises signalled the breaking of the ice. Slowly the trapped bodies shifted, the ice splitting as each figure moved. Bobby raised his hand to freeze them up again, but Charles gently placed his hand on Bobby's arm, and pulled it down.
Magneto flashed a quick glare to Charles slowly passing by; eyes forever then on Aurora who stared just as coldly back. The Brotherhood that were now out of the ice, who looked extremely cold stood around, waiting for some sort of orders from Magneto. Magneto growled softly under his breath and thumbed the exit. The group, still shivering ran groggily out of the room, heading down the corridor for the exit, outside a helicopter could be heard. Magneto stood by the door, eyes on all now with disgust. Then, looking singularly to Charles, he muttered viciously, "Another side has joined this war."
Charles, raised his head gently and with a calm attitude replied, "We were always another side. This is a three-part war Erik. Three part wars don't work."
Magneto let out a snarl, no words could be uttered in reply, his anger still seething through his veins. He disappeared, a swift sound of his cape as he exited, footsteps now all running down the corridor. A few moments later the helicopter sound faded with the Brotherhood inside. The room visibly relaxed, exchanging a general pleased expression to one another before a soft gasp was heard and Aurora sunk to the floor with a light thump. She hit the metallic floor, limbs sprawled. She lay still.
By late morning the school was more or less back to normal. Lessons would be starting soon and the sound of chatter from the dining hall mulled on through the silent corridor that glistened merrily as new rays of sunlight shone through the repaired windows, no evidence of last night's disturbances. In the laboratory, all was silent. All the staff of Xavier's school was currently in the dining hall with breakfast except for three. Storm was sat groggily in her bed, nursing a torn shoulder ligament, which was slowly healing due to Lucius's medical creations. On the bed beside hers lay Logan still fast asleep, and due to his healing abilities was quite all right, except for nursing the same feeling of nausea as Storm from the unconscious effects. Aurora was not in her usual bed, but now back upon the laboratory table with a monitor for her heartbeat.
Logan slowly stirred, the constant beeping of Aurora's heart monitor thudding rhythmically at his brain and senses. His lids lifted and liquid brown eyes gazed about the room. He sat up with a pained grunt, leaning back against his pillows.
Storm looked over to him with a smile, her hands dropping the magazine she was reading, "Morning." She said softly, a hand tugging her white locks over an ear.
"Ugh.. Morning." Replied Logan simply, stretching gently. He then looked around a little more urgently.
His silent questions were answered by Storm, "Magneto's gone."
"Oh.." Grunted Logan, a frown over his eyes, "Where's -"
"In the lab." Answered Storm again, now smiling.
Logan looked to her, brow rising, "Aurora, right?"
Storm nodded, still looking to him with a pleasant expression.
Logan grunted, clearing his throat gently, "Sure you're not a mind reader?" He asked as he exited from the bed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
A airy chuckle came from Storm who picked up her magazine again, "Quite positive."
Logan shrugged, smirking a little. He strolled along towards the archway, giving a small stretch. He stopped, pausing in mid stride. His nostrils sniffed gently and his eyes dragged open to look upon Aurora.
The beeping entered his mind again, he realised it had woke him up. She was lying deadly still again and the heart monitor beeped gently and slowly. He moved over his bare feet treading the floor silently. He stopped by the table, looking down at her with a blank expression, struggling to come to the terms to the fact she had weakened herself more.
The main doors slid open and Lucius strolled in, peering through his glasses at Logan, "Logan! What are you doing, you'll catch the death of cold going round like that."
Logan frowned, staring at the doctor. Logan did not particularly like being told what to do. And he especially disliked being mothered.
"Go on." Said Lucius, waving him away with his hands, "Put some clothes on."
Logan looked down. His chest was bare and the usual trousers sat at his hips. He frowned, "I'm fine." He answered gruffly, giving Lucius a long cold glare before turning back to Aurora.
"You can't go round like that, you'll be freezing." Fussed Lucius, now watching Logan over his glasses and still waving his hands.
Logan growled lowly, turning back round, "Look, bub. I don't give a damn what you think, and I ain't listening." He said with the growl, fixing the doctor a cold stare.
Lucius was just about to answer when just down the corridor a voice called, "Lucius! Can I see you a minute?" Came Scott's voice.
Lucius frowned upon Logan, "Get dressed." He said firmly and turning to find Scott.
"Thank you one-eye." Murmured Logan sarcastically, grunting in the direction of the doors, watching Lucius turn.
The joking attitude soon faded as the doors shut and he returned his attention to Aurora who had not flinched during his time there. Logan continued to stand over her, watching her expression with a frown. It was really getting to him now, the number of people he took care of. Ok, so Rogue didn't exactly need him any more. But now Aurora did. For one moment there his thoughts travelled onto who was supposed to look after him and he growled at himself, mentally swatting the idea away. He didn't need anyone to look after him, he was the Wolverine. The Wolverine didn't need anyone, he cared for no one and no one cared for him. He tried to mentally scream at his mind. His brain was whirring for a logical comeback and got one, but all self arguments faded when Aurora shifted gently, not wakening but she moved.
Logan's knitted brow raised, still watching her from soft eyes that people rarely got to see. Aurora's forehead was damp and her cheeks slightly flushed from the constriction of the table's thick blanket. Logan pulled it down gently, freeing her upper torso of the warm blanket. She was now free of the jumper, in her original nightdress.
As it lowered his eyes came across something large, and gold. He stopped, and rested the blanket at her waist.
His expression turned into mild awe, for Aurora's left arm, from the elbow right to her finger tips was coated with a solid armour which shimmered pleasantly as it awoke to the light of the laboratory. The joining from the gold to her skin was immaculate and every screw was set into the metal arm with precise care. However, the joining was too perfect, it looked as if it had been joined into her skin, irremovable. The metal had been placed on her arm by lots of small sheets of the substance, each overlapping the one below and to the side. Similar to the body armour of a knight, so movement could be done freely.
His hand ventured forward and gently rested upon her metal arm, wide eyes still studying this spectacular piece of work. His fingers tips gently ran down the smooth surface, gently dipping over the rounded screws that were lined along the edge. He stopped when he reached her knuckle, his index finger gently running over where four indents sat at the base of each finger, where the knuckle bent.
Logan softly frowned, his brow creasing over his eyes. He gave a soft grunt as he turned this arm, noting a small square that stood out from the surface and bore the text, 'William Stryker - Mutant 9047286 a.k.a Aurora'
Logan released the arm suddenly, expression shifting to that of immense dislike for Stryker. He turned from the sleeping body, pacing softly around the table. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. He'd been so confused and worried about his past, when he wasn't the only one who had suffered.
At least I escaped, he thought bitterly, casting a sideways glance to the table from narrowed eyes. She had to put up with it for 15 years.
Logan paused from his unnecessary pacing and looked up, his ears twitched and flared nostrils lifted to the air. Someone was coming down the corridor. The main doors upon and in returned Lucius.
Logan snorted softly as the doctor entered, turning towards him with a canted head.
"Ah, Logan. Still not dressed I see?" Came Lucius's voice, quite typical British voice it was.
Logan gave an incoherent murmur from his chest in reply.
The doctor shook his head, "Well, there's nothing I can do, you're free to go now anyway. Your shirt is in the cabinet; it's been washed and mended since last night's battles."
Logan gave a mute nod to this, still watching the doctor wander round the room, gathering equipment.
"I'm off to give Storm her - "
"Why didn't you tell me?" Interrupted Logan's low voice, which came out as an unexpected growl.
Lucius stopped and looked up to Logan, "Tell you what?"
Logan threw back the blanket, which he had hastily pulled back up when the doctor arrived, "This." He muttered, fingering the metal arm.
Lucius looked down calmly, then back to Logan, "You didn't know?"
Logan's head tilted, his neck cracking in a vindictive manner, "No.." He growled, "I didn't."
"Oh. well. I'm afraid that's Aurora. She obviously didn't want anyone to know. I only found out because I had to help her when unconscious."
Logan's eyes squinted over at him.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must see to Storm." Said Lucius hurriedly and departed from the main room to greet Storm in a cheery voice that reached Logan's ears.
Logan's hand lowered and gently patted the metallic hand of Aurora's, "I'll be back later, kid." He murmured softly, turning from the table and striding out of the lab. Bare feet making no signal of his exit. Behind him, the doors abruptly shut.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 13
Magneto straightened, now feeling extremely vulnerable. To the left of the room, several cracking noises signalled the breaking of the ice. Slowly the trapped bodies shifted, the ice splitting as each figure moved. Bobby raised his hand to freeze them up again, but Charles gently placed his hand on Bobby's arm, and pulled it down.
Magneto flashed a quick glare to Charles slowly passing by; eyes forever then on Aurora who stared just as coldly back. The Brotherhood that were now out of the ice, who looked extremely cold stood around, waiting for some sort of orders from Magneto. Magneto growled softly under his breath and thumbed the exit. The group, still shivering ran groggily out of the room, heading down the corridor for the exit, outside a helicopter could be heard. Magneto stood by the door, eyes on all now with disgust. Then, looking singularly to Charles, he muttered viciously, "Another side has joined this war."
Charles, raised his head gently and with a calm attitude replied, "We were always another side. This is a three-part war Erik. Three part wars don't work."
Magneto let out a snarl, no words could be uttered in reply, his anger still seething through his veins. He disappeared, a swift sound of his cape as he exited, footsteps now all running down the corridor. A few moments later the helicopter sound faded with the Brotherhood inside. The room visibly relaxed, exchanging a general pleased expression to one another before a soft gasp was heard and Aurora sunk to the floor with a light thump. She hit the metallic floor, limbs sprawled. She lay still.
By late morning the school was more or less back to normal. Lessons would be starting soon and the sound of chatter from the dining hall mulled on through the silent corridor that glistened merrily as new rays of sunlight shone through the repaired windows, no evidence of last night's disturbances. In the laboratory, all was silent. All the staff of Xavier's school was currently in the dining hall with breakfast except for three. Storm was sat groggily in her bed, nursing a torn shoulder ligament, which was slowly healing due to Lucius's medical creations. On the bed beside hers lay Logan still fast asleep, and due to his healing abilities was quite all right, except for nursing the same feeling of nausea as Storm from the unconscious effects. Aurora was not in her usual bed, but now back upon the laboratory table with a monitor for her heartbeat.
Logan slowly stirred, the constant beeping of Aurora's heart monitor thudding rhythmically at his brain and senses. His lids lifted and liquid brown eyes gazed about the room. He sat up with a pained grunt, leaning back against his pillows.
Storm looked over to him with a smile, her hands dropping the magazine she was reading, "Morning." She said softly, a hand tugging her white locks over an ear.
"Ugh.. Morning." Replied Logan simply, stretching gently. He then looked around a little more urgently.
His silent questions were answered by Storm, "Magneto's gone."
"Oh.." Grunted Logan, a frown over his eyes, "Where's -"
"In the lab." Answered Storm again, now smiling.
Logan looked to her, brow rising, "Aurora, right?"
Storm nodded, still looking to him with a pleasant expression.
Logan grunted, clearing his throat gently, "Sure you're not a mind reader?" He asked as he exited from the bed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
A airy chuckle came from Storm who picked up her magazine again, "Quite positive."
Logan shrugged, smirking a little. He strolled along towards the archway, giving a small stretch. He stopped, pausing in mid stride. His nostrils sniffed gently and his eyes dragged open to look upon Aurora.
The beeping entered his mind again, he realised it had woke him up. She was lying deadly still again and the heart monitor beeped gently and slowly. He moved over his bare feet treading the floor silently. He stopped by the table, looking down at her with a blank expression, struggling to come to the terms to the fact she had weakened herself more.
The main doors slid open and Lucius strolled in, peering through his glasses at Logan, "Logan! What are you doing, you'll catch the death of cold going round like that."
Logan frowned, staring at the doctor. Logan did not particularly like being told what to do. And he especially disliked being mothered.
"Go on." Said Lucius, waving him away with his hands, "Put some clothes on."
Logan looked down. His chest was bare and the usual trousers sat at his hips. He frowned, "I'm fine." He answered gruffly, giving Lucius a long cold glare before turning back to Aurora.
"You can't go round like that, you'll be freezing." Fussed Lucius, now watching Logan over his glasses and still waving his hands.
Logan growled lowly, turning back round, "Look, bub. I don't give a damn what you think, and I ain't listening." He said with the growl, fixing the doctor a cold stare.
Lucius was just about to answer when just down the corridor a voice called, "Lucius! Can I see you a minute?" Came Scott's voice.
Lucius frowned upon Logan, "Get dressed." He said firmly and turning to find Scott.
"Thank you one-eye." Murmured Logan sarcastically, grunting in the direction of the doors, watching Lucius turn.
The joking attitude soon faded as the doors shut and he returned his attention to Aurora who had not flinched during his time there. Logan continued to stand over her, watching her expression with a frown. It was really getting to him now, the number of people he took care of. Ok, so Rogue didn't exactly need him any more. But now Aurora did. For one moment there his thoughts travelled onto who was supposed to look after him and he growled at himself, mentally swatting the idea away. He didn't need anyone to look after him, he was the Wolverine. The Wolverine didn't need anyone, he cared for no one and no one cared for him. He tried to mentally scream at his mind. His brain was whirring for a logical comeback and got one, but all self arguments faded when Aurora shifted gently, not wakening but she moved.
Logan's knitted brow raised, still watching her from soft eyes that people rarely got to see. Aurora's forehead was damp and her cheeks slightly flushed from the constriction of the table's thick blanket. Logan pulled it down gently, freeing her upper torso of the warm blanket. She was now free of the jumper, in her original nightdress.
As it lowered his eyes came across something large, and gold. He stopped, and rested the blanket at her waist.
His expression turned into mild awe, for Aurora's left arm, from the elbow right to her finger tips was coated with a solid armour which shimmered pleasantly as it awoke to the light of the laboratory. The joining from the gold to her skin was immaculate and every screw was set into the metal arm with precise care. However, the joining was too perfect, it looked as if it had been joined into her skin, irremovable. The metal had been placed on her arm by lots of small sheets of the substance, each overlapping the one below and to the side. Similar to the body armour of a knight, so movement could be done freely.
His hand ventured forward and gently rested upon her metal arm, wide eyes still studying this spectacular piece of work. His fingers tips gently ran down the smooth surface, gently dipping over the rounded screws that were lined along the edge. He stopped when he reached her knuckle, his index finger gently running over where four indents sat at the base of each finger, where the knuckle bent.
Logan softly frowned, his brow creasing over his eyes. He gave a soft grunt as he turned this arm, noting a small square that stood out from the surface and bore the text, 'William Stryker - Mutant 9047286 a.k.a Aurora'
Logan released the arm suddenly, expression shifting to that of immense dislike for Stryker. He turned from the sleeping body, pacing softly around the table. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. He'd been so confused and worried about his past, when he wasn't the only one who had suffered.
At least I escaped, he thought bitterly, casting a sideways glance to the table from narrowed eyes. She had to put up with it for 15 years.
Logan paused from his unnecessary pacing and looked up, his ears twitched and flared nostrils lifted to the air. Someone was coming down the corridor. The main doors upon and in returned Lucius.
Logan snorted softly as the doctor entered, turning towards him with a canted head.
"Ah, Logan. Still not dressed I see?" Came Lucius's voice, quite typical British voice it was.
Logan gave an incoherent murmur from his chest in reply.
The doctor shook his head, "Well, there's nothing I can do, you're free to go now anyway. Your shirt is in the cabinet; it's been washed and mended since last night's battles."
Logan gave a mute nod to this, still watching the doctor wander round the room, gathering equipment.
"I'm off to give Storm her - "
"Why didn't you tell me?" Interrupted Logan's low voice, which came out as an unexpected growl.
Lucius stopped and looked up to Logan, "Tell you what?"
Logan threw back the blanket, which he had hastily pulled back up when the doctor arrived, "This." He muttered, fingering the metal arm.
Lucius looked down calmly, then back to Logan, "You didn't know?"
Logan's head tilted, his neck cracking in a vindictive manner, "No.." He growled, "I didn't."
"Oh. well. I'm afraid that's Aurora. She obviously didn't want anyone to know. I only found out because I had to help her when unconscious."
Logan's eyes squinted over at him.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must see to Storm." Said Lucius hurriedly and departed from the main room to greet Storm in a cheery voice that reached Logan's ears.
Logan's hand lowered and gently patted the metallic hand of Aurora's, "I'll be back later, kid." He murmured softly, turning from the table and striding out of the lab. Bare feet making no signal of his exit. Behind him, the doors abruptly shut.
