***(Static, Hannah, and Chris are mine, everything else belongs to Marvel!)
"Where am I?"
Hannah, lying on her side, looked around the med lab as the last couple of day's events came back.
Xavier had come to recruit her, she had 'copied' Kurt, sprouted wings, turned purple, lost four fingers and six toes, woken up at Xavier's, freaked out, met some people, began walking around the mansion, and fell down a flight of stairs, hitting her head and passing out.
All in all, she had to say that she wasn't having a very good week.
She had been talking to Angel and the boy named 'Static', (she had named him 'Spot', much to his dismay,) when one of the other students had been rushing towards the stairs that Hannah had been by. Hannah was so started by the girl's scorpion-like tail that she had stepped backwards onto air, falling down the stairs. Feeling a numbness coming from her back, she was fairly sure she had broken a bone or two in her wings.
"ANNIE!" Hannah shouted, not seeing the nurse. Out of all of the people she had met, she knew about seven names. Annie's happened to be one of them. "ANNIE!"
"Oh you're up?" came Annie's less-than-enthusiastic voice. Hannah heard her footsteps, and answered sarcastically, "No, I'm still sleeping."
"Hey— if you'd behaved yourself and hadn't pushed yourself down the stairs, you wouldn't even be here right now," Annie pointed out.
"Don't you even start with—" Hannah began, hearing a small laugh from behind her as Annie arrive in front of her. Annie looked wryly at whoever was behind Hannah.
"Last I checked, Northstar, she hadn't imprinted you," Annie said. Northstar only smiled, asking, "Any lasting damage?"
Annie snorted, shaking her head. "Changing the subject. No, couple of sprained joints in the wings, and one hairline fracture in the tail— I splint-ed that up, it's all we can do for now. As long as she doesn't try and hang off of anything for a week or so, she should be fine."
"Fine my butt..." Hannah muttered to herself. "I need clothes. And I'm not deaf either. Don't talk about me like I'm not here."
Slightly exasperated, Annie said, "Fine, Hannah. Later today, the Professor'll let you go, but right now, you need to stay off your feet, there isn't any lasting damage to your skull, but—"
"Don't you get it? I'm purple! I can't go anywhere! Not now, not ever! And I need new clothes! I CANNOT wear the same clothes two days in a row, especially when they aren't mine. I mean, no offense to Angel, but I don't know what he's had on this shirt!" Hannah visibly shuddered, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
Northstar was staring at the girl, mouth slightly open at the outburst, as Annie firmly replied, "And I'm still not letting you up. I'll tell the professor to have someone go to your apartment and retrieve your stuff." Hannah huffed, rolling over so she was facing away from Annie. Continuing in a business tone, Annie said, "You should be able to fly or hang from the ceiling in about a week."
Hannah twisted her neck so she was looking at Annie again, just barely seeing her face over Hannah's own black-feathered wings.
"Who said anything about flying?"
*** (Half Hour later...)
Annie had left the room about 20 minutes ago to tell the Professor to get someone to Hannah's apartment, and now Hannah was getting to be extremely bored. She got up, fixing her pants and Angel's shirt, her tail unconsciously wrapping itself around her pantleg.
She walked around for a while, pulling her molecules apart whenever she saw someone coming. Soon she was at the front door, She saw Kurt and Static and some red haired lady getting ready to leave, all piling into a red pickup truck. She vaguely wondered who's it was. She felt a tap on the shoulder, and heard someone say, "You the newbie?"
Hannah quickly turned around, and saw a short, gruffy looking man with lots of hair and wolfish grin. "Ja, I guess..." she said, beginning to spread her molecules apart.
"Wait up, kid..." Logan said, so Hannah made herself whole again, looking at the man irritably. "What?" she asked. She really did not want to talk to anyone right now.
"Didn't get ta introduce myself. Name's Logan." He extended a hand, and Hannah looked at it, placing both of her hands behind her back. His hands didn't look very clean... Logan looked at his own hand, shrugging and pulling it back.
"Call me Dämon."
"Demon?" Logan asked, translating, an eyebrow raised.
"It's a long story."
Logan nodded. If the girl wanted her privacy, she could have it. "So— you imprint?" he asked.
"I copy. There's a difference."
"Whatever you say, kid."
Hannah shifted uncomfortably. "M'name's not kid." When Logan only grinned at her, she continued, "So— what do you do?"
"Oh, you'll find out whenever ya have your first Danger room session, I suppose."
"Danger r—"
"There's a session going on right now. I'll show ya where it is, if you want."
Hannah shifted her stance again, her eyebrows furrowed. "Session? Is someone in there?"
"Yeah. Paige is in there right now," Logan answered. When her face showed no recognition, he sighed. "You'll hafta meet Paige. Let me bring ya there."
Shrugging, Hannah finally nodded. "Lead the way, mein Herr."
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A girl with metal skin was evading very fast mechanical arms and laser beams. Logan, noting the shocked look on Hannah's face, smiled. "That's only level three, darling. Paige decided ta take it easy today." Hannah raised an eyebrow, continuing to watch.
"M'name's not 'darling'."
"That's better than 'bub', kid."
"M'name's not 'kid' either."
"Okay, munchkin," Logan replied. This was actually sorta fun, at least from Logan's point of view...
"My name is not bloody munchkin!"
"I didn't say bloody munchkin, I said 'munchkin'."
"So now you're making fun of the way I talk. Didn't you ever learn manners?" she asked him, the beginnings of an angry look on her face.
"Nah— I musta skipped school that day," Logan replied with a toothy grin.
"Bloody faffing imbecile of a pillock..."she muttered to herself, now utterly angry. This 'Logan' character was really rubbing her the wrong way...
"I'm a what?" he asked, amused. Grinning humorously at the look he was giving her, Hannah replied, "I called you a 'bloody faffing imbecile of a pillock.'" Logan shook his head, shrugging, his attention returning to the 'danger room', where all of the machinery was now receding into the wall. The metal-skinned girl walked out of the (now featureless, blank, and white,) room.
"Now, that is cool... Danger room, ja?" Hannah said, more to herself than to Logan. "So— are you going in there?" she asked him, an 'innocent' look on her purple, pointy-eared face. Logan actually looked remotely scared for a second, but he recovered himself, saying, "With you at the controls? Hell, no."
"Who's this?"
Hannah turned around, finding the girl with metal skin behind her, except now she had regular skin.
"Paige, meet the Munchkin..."
Hannah swung at Logan, saying, "I'm gonna kill you!" It was more of a playful swing then the words suggested, but Logan was game. He blocked the punch, then pulled her closer, extending his outer claws around her neck. Hannah grinned at him, her molecules separating. She appeared instantaneously on the other end of the room.
"So that's what you do, ja—Herr Logan?"
Logan looked extremely angry now. "You should have let me pull my claws back, Hannah, not ported out of the way!" Hannah was confused, but Paige said, "Your neck is bleeding."
Hannah reached a hand to her neck, feeling. Yep— her neck was bleeding. Logan hadn't cut her— that was her body's way of telling her that she had used Fusion's power too much that day. She must have left behind a few hundred molecules.
"I could have killed ya!" Logan continued. Paige laughed as Hannah just swatted at him with her hand. "Paige, you stop laughing! This is serious!" Hannah smiled. "Should have thought of that before you put you claws out, no? Besides, it wasn't your fault. I've used this power too much today— I left some molecules behind."
At the look Logan gave her, (infuriation that she had led him on, and relief that he hadn't cut her neck,) Hannah laughed, pulling her molecules apart one last time.
~I knew you were just a little kaetzchen inside...~ she purred into his head. Logan looked around. That was annoying— not being able to see the person insulting you.
"Where're you going?" Paige asked, also looking around. Where'd she gone?
~Don't know. I need clothes and Shorty here certainly can't help me there.~ Hannah made sure that she 'spoke' this to both of them, and that Logan heard it.
Wolverine ignored the comment, heading for the danger room's entrance, while Paige began to hype up. "You can borrow some stuff from me! Me and Jubes will help you pick something out! I'm supposed to meet her anyway! I'm sure I have something in your size!"
Hannah became visible yet again, and Wolverine was in the danger room. "Level 15 please," he said to the computer. The moment Logan wasn't looking, she increased the level to 25, then ran back to Paige.
"So— where're we going?" Hannah asked, to which Paige replied, "I'll bring you to my room. Wow— you probably don't know where anything is. Well, the boy's wing is that way, but my room's this way."
So, Hannah followed Paige to her room, opening the door. An asian looking girl was sitting on the bed, looking extremely bored.
"Where've you been, Paige?" she began, but then saw Hannah. "Who're you?" Hannah flinched visibly. That was the kind of reaction a purple demon got, she guessed...
"You be nice! This is Hannah, and she needs clothes for today. Xavier just recruited her, and her stuff isn't here yet."
"Jacob and Kurt and some red-haired lady are getting my stuff from my apartment. Annie won't let me leave the med lab," Hannah said.
"Annie won't?" Jubilee asked, winking.
"Yep. I got bored."
Jubilee smiled. This was her kind of girl... "Sorry to interrupt, but let's get the clothes, shall we?" Paige asked, and Hannah nodded.
Paige and Jubilee worked feverishly, both of them absolutely tearing the wardrobe apart and making Hannah try on millions of different things. Hannah absolutely refused to wear anything that showed any amount of skin, and every time she had to change, she retreated into the closet, not coming out for 2 or three minutes. Needless to say, Paige and Jubilee were becoming frustrated.
Did I mention that they were still on the pants?
Hannah finally found a pair— low cut capris that she thought were 'okay'. Since Hannah had longer legs than Paige, the pants came up a little shorter than they should have, but she figured she'd live.
"Low cut..." she mumbled, then said to Paige, "They're too—"
"What— do you think you're a nun or something? They're fine!" Paige said, exasperated.
"Fine. F-I-N-E— Frantic, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional," Hannah retorted, stealing one of her social worker's favorite sayings.
Just then, Angel walked past the door. He had heard a bunch of commotion, and decided to investigate. The door was ajar a couple of inches, so he glanced in, an eyebrow raised. Hannah was standing amidst of pile of clothes, her tail, (part of which was in a splint— she must have broken it falling down the stairs...) twitching nervously behind her.
"Help me!" she mouthed, seeing Angel...
Angel pushed the door open a bit more, smiling. "Okay, Paige, hand her over. I'll get her one of my shirts," he said, amusement plain in his voice.
"You don't have any girl's shirts! She can't wear another of yours— they certainly don't flatter her figure at all!" Paige said heatedly.
"But I don't want to 'flatter' my figure!" Hannah objected, feeling like a little kid. She was purple now, and had two pairs of wings— she definitely did not need to show any skin— nor did she want to.
Paige ignored her, so Angel asked pointedly, "Do you have any shirts with the backs cut out for wings?"
"We can cut one of mine!" Paige objected.
Angel sighed. "Paige, she's only going to be wearing these clothes until Jean, Static, and Kurt come back with her stuff. Are you really going to cut up one of your shirts for a couple of hours use?"
Paige huffed, sighing. "Fine. Go ahead..." She then smiled to show no hard feelings, so Hannah smiled back, feeling a bit awkward. Jubilee waved as Hannah walked out the door with Hannah. The moment the door was closed, she leaned against it, as if to keep something locked in, gasping for breath. Angel smiled warmly, saying, "I guess I could see how Paige could have that affect on some one." Hannah stood up straight, and began following Angel on his way to the 'Boy's Wing', saying, "You're telling me..."
"I should know this place like the back of my hand soon— I'm being dragged in twenty directions at once..." she said, smiling. Angel looked at her, shaking his head and laughing, "You're supposed to be in the med lab..." Hannah stuck her tongue out, not really caring if she looked childish in front of him. So far, he was the only person she had really 'clicked' with in America. "Supposed to, shamoshed to."
They walked for a little ways, until they were at his room. Angel opened the door, walking in, followed by Hannah, who hesitantly shut the door partially. He dug through one of his dresser drawers, finally pulling out a blue dress shirt that he thought would be okay. "This was mine when I first came to the mansion— it should be smaller than the one you have on." Hannah grinned, saying, "So, you're saying you didn't have as much muscle back then?"
Angel raised an eyebrow, not quite sure whether it was a playful tease or an insult. "I was the millionaire playboy— what do you expect?" Hannah only smiled, glancing at her two-toed feet before glancing back at him. Noticing her gaze, and the fact that her eyes shifted to different colors, Angel shifted his stance uncomfortably. "Quit that. Your eyes change," he said, looking away.
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "They're changing because *I* have to change." At first, Angel thought that she was saying that her *eyes* had to change, but then he realized she meant that her eyes were changing colors because she wanted to change her shirt. Angel took a step back, saying, "Oh— ahm, sorry..." After a moment, he furrowed his eyebrows, asking, "Wait a second! Are you kicking me out of my own room?"
Hannah smirked. "Basically? Ja." Angel rolled his eyes, shaking his head and heading out the door. "there. Are you happy?" he asked, standing just outside.
"Yes," she replied.
There was a minute's silence, before she asked from inside, her voice tinged with disbelief, "Is this Italian cotton?" Continuing in an undertone, she said, "Guess he wasn't kidding about the millionaire part..."
"Italian cotton..." he confirmed, a smile on his face. "Nice..." she said in an appreciative tone. After another five minutes, the door opened and Hannah walked out, the shirt tucked in, her mumbling about not having a belt. Her two pairs of wings were out behind her, tightly clinging to her back, and her tail had wrapped itself around one of her ankles. "I had to make the splits longer," she said guiltily, then continued, "I'll need to get someone to lace it up or something.
"With what? I could do it for you," Angel said, shrugging. Hannah shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously, saying, "Leather string or something. I'll have Paige do it," her voice not seeming *entirely* enthusiastic about the idea of being locked in the room with Paige and Jubilee again. Angel nodded, smirking slightly.
"Have Paige do what?" came a voice from down the hall. Warren looked up, sighing slightly as he said, less-than-enthusiastically, "Hello, Stacy..."
"Hey, yourself, Angel. Who's this? Nice shirt," Stacy said. Hannah blushed furiously, her skin changing to a funny looking red-purple and she said, "It's Warren's shirt. My name's Hannah— call me Dämon."
"Oh— the other new girl. Warren— the Professor wants you to meet the other new recruit— this really annoying blonde named 'Chris'," Stacy said, to which Warren rolled his eyes.
"Okay, Hannah, have Stacy lace up the shirt while I go meet Chris. I'll see you around, okay?" He smiled charmingly, and Hannah had no choice but to smile back. "Sure. It was nice meeting you for the third time..." Angel laughed, nodding. "You too."
Stacy put a hand on Hannah's shoulders, turning her around. "Under the wings?" she asked, and Hannah nodded. Hannah had had to slit the shirt even longer than it had been cut for Warren's wings to make room for her *two* pairs.
"I think it looks fine like it is..." Stacy began. Angel rolled his eyes, knowing that wasn't the best thing to say to the girl. Hannah's eyes widened slightly, and she said, "Okay, Warren, you can do it!"
Angel laughed, shaking his head nad heading down the hall as Stacy said, "God! I was just kidding... Well, not really, but—" Hannah looked at Stacy, then at Angel's receding figure, then back to Stacy, finally shrugging and sighing, saying, "So— do you know where any leather string and big needles are?"
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"Where am I?"
Hannah, lying on her side, looked around the med lab as the last couple of day's events came back.
Xavier had come to recruit her, she had 'copied' Kurt, sprouted wings, turned purple, lost four fingers and six toes, woken up at Xavier's, freaked out, met some people, began walking around the mansion, and fell down a flight of stairs, hitting her head and passing out.
All in all, she had to say that she wasn't having a very good week.
She had been talking to Angel and the boy named 'Static', (she had named him 'Spot', much to his dismay,) when one of the other students had been rushing towards the stairs that Hannah had been by. Hannah was so started by the girl's scorpion-like tail that she had stepped backwards onto air, falling down the stairs. Feeling a numbness coming from her back, she was fairly sure she had broken a bone or two in her wings.
"ANNIE!" Hannah shouted, not seeing the nurse. Out of all of the people she had met, she knew about seven names. Annie's happened to be one of them. "ANNIE!"
"Oh you're up?" came Annie's less-than-enthusiastic voice. Hannah heard her footsteps, and answered sarcastically, "No, I'm still sleeping."
"Hey— if you'd behaved yourself and hadn't pushed yourself down the stairs, you wouldn't even be here right now," Annie pointed out.
"Don't you even start with—" Hannah began, hearing a small laugh from behind her as Annie arrive in front of her. Annie looked wryly at whoever was behind Hannah.
"Last I checked, Northstar, she hadn't imprinted you," Annie said. Northstar only smiled, asking, "Any lasting damage?"
Annie snorted, shaking her head. "Changing the subject. No, couple of sprained joints in the wings, and one hairline fracture in the tail— I splint-ed that up, it's all we can do for now. As long as she doesn't try and hang off of anything for a week or so, she should be fine."
"Fine my butt..." Hannah muttered to herself. "I need clothes. And I'm not deaf either. Don't talk about me like I'm not here."
Slightly exasperated, Annie said, "Fine, Hannah. Later today, the Professor'll let you go, but right now, you need to stay off your feet, there isn't any lasting damage to your skull, but—"
"Don't you get it? I'm purple! I can't go anywhere! Not now, not ever! And I need new clothes! I CANNOT wear the same clothes two days in a row, especially when they aren't mine. I mean, no offense to Angel, but I don't know what he's had on this shirt!" Hannah visibly shuddered, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
Northstar was staring at the girl, mouth slightly open at the outburst, as Annie firmly replied, "And I'm still not letting you up. I'll tell the professor to have someone go to your apartment and retrieve your stuff." Hannah huffed, rolling over so she was facing away from Annie. Continuing in a business tone, Annie said, "You should be able to fly or hang from the ceiling in about a week."
Hannah twisted her neck so she was looking at Annie again, just barely seeing her face over Hannah's own black-feathered wings.
"Who said anything about flying?"
*** (Half Hour later...)
Annie had left the room about 20 minutes ago to tell the Professor to get someone to Hannah's apartment, and now Hannah was getting to be extremely bored. She got up, fixing her pants and Angel's shirt, her tail unconsciously wrapping itself around her pantleg.
She walked around for a while, pulling her molecules apart whenever she saw someone coming. Soon she was at the front door, She saw Kurt and Static and some red haired lady getting ready to leave, all piling into a red pickup truck. She vaguely wondered who's it was. She felt a tap on the shoulder, and heard someone say, "You the newbie?"
Hannah quickly turned around, and saw a short, gruffy looking man with lots of hair and wolfish grin. "Ja, I guess..." she said, beginning to spread her molecules apart.
"Wait up, kid..." Logan said, so Hannah made herself whole again, looking at the man irritably. "What?" she asked. She really did not want to talk to anyone right now.
"Didn't get ta introduce myself. Name's Logan." He extended a hand, and Hannah looked at it, placing both of her hands behind her back. His hands didn't look very clean... Logan looked at his own hand, shrugging and pulling it back.
"Call me Dämon."
"Demon?" Logan asked, translating, an eyebrow raised.
"It's a long story."
Logan nodded. If the girl wanted her privacy, she could have it. "So— you imprint?" he asked.
"I copy. There's a difference."
"Whatever you say, kid."
Hannah shifted uncomfortably. "M'name's not kid." When Logan only grinned at her, she continued, "So— what do you do?"
"Oh, you'll find out whenever ya have your first Danger room session, I suppose."
"Danger r—"
"There's a session going on right now. I'll show ya where it is, if you want."
Hannah shifted her stance again, her eyebrows furrowed. "Session? Is someone in there?"
"Yeah. Paige is in there right now," Logan answered. When her face showed no recognition, he sighed. "You'll hafta meet Paige. Let me bring ya there."
Shrugging, Hannah finally nodded. "Lead the way, mein Herr."
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A girl with metal skin was evading very fast mechanical arms and laser beams. Logan, noting the shocked look on Hannah's face, smiled. "That's only level three, darling. Paige decided ta take it easy today." Hannah raised an eyebrow, continuing to watch.
"M'name's not 'darling'."
"That's better than 'bub', kid."
"M'name's not 'kid' either."
"Okay, munchkin," Logan replied. This was actually sorta fun, at least from Logan's point of view...
"My name is not bloody munchkin!"
"I didn't say bloody munchkin, I said 'munchkin'."
"So now you're making fun of the way I talk. Didn't you ever learn manners?" she asked him, the beginnings of an angry look on her face.
"Nah— I musta skipped school that day," Logan replied with a toothy grin.
"Bloody faffing imbecile of a pillock..."she muttered to herself, now utterly angry. This 'Logan' character was really rubbing her the wrong way...
"I'm a what?" he asked, amused. Grinning humorously at the look he was giving her, Hannah replied, "I called you a 'bloody faffing imbecile of a pillock.'" Logan shook his head, shrugging, his attention returning to the 'danger room', where all of the machinery was now receding into the wall. The metal-skinned girl walked out of the (now featureless, blank, and white,) room.
"Now, that is cool... Danger room, ja?" Hannah said, more to herself than to Logan. "So— are you going in there?" she asked him, an 'innocent' look on her purple, pointy-eared face. Logan actually looked remotely scared for a second, but he recovered himself, saying, "With you at the controls? Hell, no."
"Who's this?"
Hannah turned around, finding the girl with metal skin behind her, except now she had regular skin.
"Paige, meet the Munchkin..."
Hannah swung at Logan, saying, "I'm gonna kill you!" It was more of a playful swing then the words suggested, but Logan was game. He blocked the punch, then pulled her closer, extending his outer claws around her neck. Hannah grinned at him, her molecules separating. She appeared instantaneously on the other end of the room.
"So that's what you do, ja—Herr Logan?"
Logan looked extremely angry now. "You should have let me pull my claws back, Hannah, not ported out of the way!" Hannah was confused, but Paige said, "Your neck is bleeding."
Hannah reached a hand to her neck, feeling. Yep— her neck was bleeding. Logan hadn't cut her— that was her body's way of telling her that she had used Fusion's power too much that day. She must have left behind a few hundred molecules.
"I could have killed ya!" Logan continued. Paige laughed as Hannah just swatted at him with her hand. "Paige, you stop laughing! This is serious!" Hannah smiled. "Should have thought of that before you put you claws out, no? Besides, it wasn't your fault. I've used this power too much today— I left some molecules behind."
At the look Logan gave her, (infuriation that she had led him on, and relief that he hadn't cut her neck,) Hannah laughed, pulling her molecules apart one last time.
~I knew you were just a little kaetzchen inside...~ she purred into his head. Logan looked around. That was annoying— not being able to see the person insulting you.
"Where're you going?" Paige asked, also looking around. Where'd she gone?
~Don't know. I need clothes and Shorty here certainly can't help me there.~ Hannah made sure that she 'spoke' this to both of them, and that Logan heard it.
Wolverine ignored the comment, heading for the danger room's entrance, while Paige began to hype up. "You can borrow some stuff from me! Me and Jubes will help you pick something out! I'm supposed to meet her anyway! I'm sure I have something in your size!"
Hannah became visible yet again, and Wolverine was in the danger room. "Level 15 please," he said to the computer. The moment Logan wasn't looking, she increased the level to 25, then ran back to Paige.
"So— where're we going?" Hannah asked, to which Paige replied, "I'll bring you to my room. Wow— you probably don't know where anything is. Well, the boy's wing is that way, but my room's this way."
So, Hannah followed Paige to her room, opening the door. An asian looking girl was sitting on the bed, looking extremely bored.
"Where've you been, Paige?" she began, but then saw Hannah. "Who're you?" Hannah flinched visibly. That was the kind of reaction a purple demon got, she guessed...
"You be nice! This is Hannah, and she needs clothes for today. Xavier just recruited her, and her stuff isn't here yet."
"Jacob and Kurt and some red-haired lady are getting my stuff from my apartment. Annie won't let me leave the med lab," Hannah said.
"Annie won't?" Jubilee asked, winking.
"Yep. I got bored."
Jubilee smiled. This was her kind of girl... "Sorry to interrupt, but let's get the clothes, shall we?" Paige asked, and Hannah nodded.
Paige and Jubilee worked feverishly, both of them absolutely tearing the wardrobe apart and making Hannah try on millions of different things. Hannah absolutely refused to wear anything that showed any amount of skin, and every time she had to change, she retreated into the closet, not coming out for 2 or three minutes. Needless to say, Paige and Jubilee were becoming frustrated.
Did I mention that they were still on the pants?
Hannah finally found a pair— low cut capris that she thought were 'okay'. Since Hannah had longer legs than Paige, the pants came up a little shorter than they should have, but she figured she'd live.
"Low cut..." she mumbled, then said to Paige, "They're too—"
"What— do you think you're a nun or something? They're fine!" Paige said, exasperated.
"Fine. F-I-N-E— Frantic, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional," Hannah retorted, stealing one of her social worker's favorite sayings.
Just then, Angel walked past the door. He had heard a bunch of commotion, and decided to investigate. The door was ajar a couple of inches, so he glanced in, an eyebrow raised. Hannah was standing amidst of pile of clothes, her tail, (part of which was in a splint— she must have broken it falling down the stairs...) twitching nervously behind her.
"Help me!" she mouthed, seeing Angel...
Angel pushed the door open a bit more, smiling. "Okay, Paige, hand her over. I'll get her one of my shirts," he said, amusement plain in his voice.
"You don't have any girl's shirts! She can't wear another of yours— they certainly don't flatter her figure at all!" Paige said heatedly.
"But I don't want to 'flatter' my figure!" Hannah objected, feeling like a little kid. She was purple now, and had two pairs of wings— she definitely did not need to show any skin— nor did she want to.
Paige ignored her, so Angel asked pointedly, "Do you have any shirts with the backs cut out for wings?"
"We can cut one of mine!" Paige objected.
Angel sighed. "Paige, she's only going to be wearing these clothes until Jean, Static, and Kurt come back with her stuff. Are you really going to cut up one of your shirts for a couple of hours use?"
Paige huffed, sighing. "Fine. Go ahead..." She then smiled to show no hard feelings, so Hannah smiled back, feeling a bit awkward. Jubilee waved as Hannah walked out the door with Hannah. The moment the door was closed, she leaned against it, as if to keep something locked in, gasping for breath. Angel smiled warmly, saying, "I guess I could see how Paige could have that affect on some one." Hannah stood up straight, and began following Angel on his way to the 'Boy's Wing', saying, "You're telling me..."
"I should know this place like the back of my hand soon— I'm being dragged in twenty directions at once..." she said, smiling. Angel looked at her, shaking his head and laughing, "You're supposed to be in the med lab..." Hannah stuck her tongue out, not really caring if she looked childish in front of him. So far, he was the only person she had really 'clicked' with in America. "Supposed to, shamoshed to."
They walked for a little ways, until they were at his room. Angel opened the door, walking in, followed by Hannah, who hesitantly shut the door partially. He dug through one of his dresser drawers, finally pulling out a blue dress shirt that he thought would be okay. "This was mine when I first came to the mansion— it should be smaller than the one you have on." Hannah grinned, saying, "So, you're saying you didn't have as much muscle back then?"
Angel raised an eyebrow, not quite sure whether it was a playful tease or an insult. "I was the millionaire playboy— what do you expect?" Hannah only smiled, glancing at her two-toed feet before glancing back at him. Noticing her gaze, and the fact that her eyes shifted to different colors, Angel shifted his stance uncomfortably. "Quit that. Your eyes change," he said, looking away.
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "They're changing because *I* have to change." At first, Angel thought that she was saying that her *eyes* had to change, but then he realized she meant that her eyes were changing colors because she wanted to change her shirt. Angel took a step back, saying, "Oh— ahm, sorry..." After a moment, he furrowed his eyebrows, asking, "Wait a second! Are you kicking me out of my own room?"
Hannah smirked. "Basically? Ja." Angel rolled his eyes, shaking his head and heading out the door. "there. Are you happy?" he asked, standing just outside.
"Yes," she replied.
There was a minute's silence, before she asked from inside, her voice tinged with disbelief, "Is this Italian cotton?" Continuing in an undertone, she said, "Guess he wasn't kidding about the millionaire part..."
"Italian cotton..." he confirmed, a smile on his face. "Nice..." she said in an appreciative tone. After another five minutes, the door opened and Hannah walked out, the shirt tucked in, her mumbling about not having a belt. Her two pairs of wings were out behind her, tightly clinging to her back, and her tail had wrapped itself around one of her ankles. "I had to make the splits longer," she said guiltily, then continued, "I'll need to get someone to lace it up or something.
"With what? I could do it for you," Angel said, shrugging. Hannah shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously, saying, "Leather string or something. I'll have Paige do it," her voice not seeming *entirely* enthusiastic about the idea of being locked in the room with Paige and Jubilee again. Angel nodded, smirking slightly.
"Have Paige do what?" came a voice from down the hall. Warren looked up, sighing slightly as he said, less-than-enthusiastically, "Hello, Stacy..."
"Hey, yourself, Angel. Who's this? Nice shirt," Stacy said. Hannah blushed furiously, her skin changing to a funny looking red-purple and she said, "It's Warren's shirt. My name's Hannah— call me Dämon."
"Oh— the other new girl. Warren— the Professor wants you to meet the other new recruit— this really annoying blonde named 'Chris'," Stacy said, to which Warren rolled his eyes.
"Okay, Hannah, have Stacy lace up the shirt while I go meet Chris. I'll see you around, okay?" He smiled charmingly, and Hannah had no choice but to smile back. "Sure. It was nice meeting you for the third time..." Angel laughed, nodding. "You too."
Stacy put a hand on Hannah's shoulders, turning her around. "Under the wings?" she asked, and Hannah nodded. Hannah had had to slit the shirt even longer than it had been cut for Warren's wings to make room for her *two* pairs.
"I think it looks fine like it is..." Stacy began. Angel rolled his eyes, knowing that wasn't the best thing to say to the girl. Hannah's eyes widened slightly, and she said, "Okay, Warren, you can do it!"
Angel laughed, shaking his head nad heading down the hall as Stacy said, "God! I was just kidding... Well, not really, but—" Hannah looked at Stacy, then at Angel's receding figure, then back to Stacy, finally shrugging and sighing, saying, "So— do you know where any leather string and big needles are?"
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There it is, Chapter 5. So— is Chris a boy or a girl? I've got it's powers already and that kinda stuff, but I can't make my mind up on the gender... hehe. I'm taking votes, but more especially, I'm TAKING REVIEWS!!
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