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 15
Logan had returned to the laboratory. Now only Aurora lay upon the centre table, Storm and Lucius were not in sight. Logan gave a casual sniff at the room as he entered through the doors. Always wary.
He stood by the table, his gloved fists resting on the edge of the table. He leaned over her, watching her in a lingering silence. A rough sigh escaped from Logan's throat and he looked round the room idly before back down upon her, "Told you I'd be back." He muttered aloud, patting her arm gently before he lowered into a seat beside the table.
As expected, he got no reply. Logan lifted his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, contemplating whether to light up a cigar against Xavier's wishes. He sat like this for a good 10 minutes, sinking in and out of thought before a shuffle of material alerted his senses. Nostrils flared and ears straining unnecessarily he leaned forward to where Aurora lay.
"I know..." Came a quiet voice, weak and soft.
Logan stared down at the table, his eyes boring down into Aurora's that had now opened, showing pale eyes with dilated pupils. She made an incoherent noise, still looking rather dazed.
Logan gave a faint smile, his hand gently gripping the cool gold of her arm, "You must be worth a fortune, eh?" He murmured playfully, watching her from wizened eyes.
Aurora blinked and took a faint tug on the arm, "Oh.." She muttered trying to free her arm from the surface, trying to hide it.
Logan kept a firm hold upon her hand, but not painfully, "What's wrong?" He asked concernedly, "You don't have to hide from anyone here. Not at Xavier's school."
Aurora peered up to him her expression rather troubled, "I don't know.." She said faintly before muttering something completely unknown. Logan gave the gold limb a reassuring pat, "It's alright." He muttered gruffly, "Lucius gave you a sleeping draft from what I heard of. To give you a dreamless sleep. You're still disorientated."
Aurora nodded gently, her head resting back into the soft pillow behind her head. Her eyes then reopened and looked to her bedside companion, silent however.
Logan looked away from her. For her pallid eyes stared right at him with a distant sense of warmth. The whole effect he received from her was discomforting. He felt too many similarities in her, and it scared his emotions.
"Logan..." She then began softly from a weak throat.
The large head turned back to her, a blank expression before his brow folded into a frown and he spoke, "Aurora, how come. How come Magneto couldn't control you?" He said roughly, "Magneto can control metal, like my adamantium. But he didn't have any effect on you. It just confusing because I though you were the work of Will - ."
"I am." She replied gently, "But instead of adamantium my weapons are made of gold. Gold is also an indestructive metal. But it has a very low reaction to all chemicals, and it isn't magnetic. That's why Magneto couldn't control me. He can't control gold." Aurora had now sat up slightly, her gaze firm and her pupils correct.
Logan's frown burrowed more over his eyes, "Oh.. " His head lowered and his eyes scanned the arm gently, "What is your mutation?" He suddenly asked, raising his head as he spoke, curious eyes pouring into hers. He wanted to know. They were so similar, he needed to know everything.
Aurora sat up fully, resting her human palm to Logan's. She shifted entirely off subject in Logan's point of view, "Logan, the night before. When you woke me. The dream I was experiencing? I realised something."
Logan cut her off with a faint growl, "Aurora, could you just tell me what the hell your mutation is!" He said fiercely.
Aurora was a little taken aback by the aggressive response. But a gentle sigh and a bow of her head lead her to telling him, "My mutation is shape shifting. I can shift into other animals. But I'm not a metamorph, so I can't change into humans."
As soon as these gentle words hit Logan, blood rushed and pumped at his brain. New memories flooded throughout his mind flipping through behind his eyes. Scenes of pain, a distant cry from another room followed by hysteric screaming. These flashed on as memories. More came. Injections, William Stryker, more screaming, numbness.
The memories simmered to rest. But Logan's glazed expression lighted with a spark of interest as his hand lift the necklace he was still gripping, "I believe this is yours." He answered, thoughts running over his mind. This mutation explained why her arm had been built to move so freely, to change shape and size easily.
Aurora watched the necklace be passed to her and she took it within trembling hands, "Thank you." She said softly, slowly fastening it about her neck where it came to rest beside the silver tag that gleamed and shone out the name 'Aurora'.
Aurora, the shape shifter.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 15
Logan had returned to the laboratory. Now only Aurora lay upon the centre table, Storm and Lucius were not in sight. Logan gave a casual sniff at the room as he entered through the doors. Always wary.
He stood by the table, his gloved fists resting on the edge of the table. He leaned over her, watching her in a lingering silence. A rough sigh escaped from Logan's throat and he looked round the room idly before back down upon her, "Told you I'd be back." He muttered aloud, patting her arm gently before he lowered into a seat beside the table.
As expected, he got no reply. Logan lifted his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, contemplating whether to light up a cigar against Xavier's wishes. He sat like this for a good 10 minutes, sinking in and out of thought before a shuffle of material alerted his senses. Nostrils flared and ears straining unnecessarily he leaned forward to where Aurora lay.
"I know..." Came a quiet voice, weak and soft.
Logan stared down at the table, his eyes boring down into Aurora's that had now opened, showing pale eyes with dilated pupils. She made an incoherent noise, still looking rather dazed.
Logan gave a faint smile, his hand gently gripping the cool gold of her arm, "You must be worth a fortune, eh?" He murmured playfully, watching her from wizened eyes.
Aurora blinked and took a faint tug on the arm, "Oh.." She muttered trying to free her arm from the surface, trying to hide it.
Logan kept a firm hold upon her hand, but not painfully, "What's wrong?" He asked concernedly, "You don't have to hide from anyone here. Not at Xavier's school."
Aurora peered up to him her expression rather troubled, "I don't know.." She said faintly before muttering something completely unknown. Logan gave the gold limb a reassuring pat, "It's alright." He muttered gruffly, "Lucius gave you a sleeping draft from what I heard of. To give you a dreamless sleep. You're still disorientated."
Aurora nodded gently, her head resting back into the soft pillow behind her head. Her eyes then reopened and looked to her bedside companion, silent however.
Logan looked away from her. For her pallid eyes stared right at him with a distant sense of warmth. The whole effect he received from her was discomforting. He felt too many similarities in her, and it scared his emotions.
"Logan..." She then began softly from a weak throat.
The large head turned back to her, a blank expression before his brow folded into a frown and he spoke, "Aurora, how come. How come Magneto couldn't control you?" He said roughly, "Magneto can control metal, like my adamantium. But he didn't have any effect on you. It just confusing because I though you were the work of Will - ."
"I am." She replied gently, "But instead of adamantium my weapons are made of gold. Gold is also an indestructive metal. But it has a very low reaction to all chemicals, and it isn't magnetic. That's why Magneto couldn't control me. He can't control gold." Aurora had now sat up slightly, her gaze firm and her pupils correct.
Logan's frown burrowed more over his eyes, "Oh.. " His head lowered and his eyes scanned the arm gently, "What is your mutation?" He suddenly asked, raising his head as he spoke, curious eyes pouring into hers. He wanted to know. They were so similar, he needed to know everything.
Aurora sat up fully, resting her human palm to Logan's. She shifted entirely off subject in Logan's point of view, "Logan, the night before. When you woke me. The dream I was experiencing? I realised something."
Logan cut her off with a faint growl, "Aurora, could you just tell me what the hell your mutation is!" He said fiercely.
Aurora was a little taken aback by the aggressive response. But a gentle sigh and a bow of her head lead her to telling him, "My mutation is shape shifting. I can shift into other animals. But I'm not a metamorph, so I can't change into humans."
As soon as these gentle words hit Logan, blood rushed and pumped at his brain. New memories flooded throughout his mind flipping through behind his eyes. Scenes of pain, a distant cry from another room followed by hysteric screaming. These flashed on as memories. More came. Injections, William Stryker, more screaming, numbness.
The memories simmered to rest. But Logan's glazed expression lighted with a spark of interest as his hand lift the necklace he was still gripping, "I believe this is yours." He answered, thoughts running over his mind. This mutation explained why her arm had been built to move so freely, to change shape and size easily.
Aurora watched the necklace be passed to her and she took it within trembling hands, "Thank you." She said softly, slowly fastening it about her neck where it came to rest beside the silver tag that gleamed and shone out the name 'Aurora'.
Aurora, the shape shifter.
