Ok, this is a new fic, written after reading some really cool fics on this
website!!! Umm, unfortunately I can't recommend them, cause I really can't
remember whose I read... ^_^ ... sorry!
Disclaimer- X-men in any incarnation do not belong to me, but Shiva's my babey... I mean it! Mine!
Thanks!
***** She woke as a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, instantly alert as only a wild thing could be. The lights were bright on her over sensitive, slitted eyes, and the wires leading from her body itched where the fur had been shaved to accommodate the tape holding them down. She tried to move her head to the side to observe more of the antiseptically white room as her sight cleared the last of its sleepiness, or the drugs that had been pumped into her earlier, but she couldn't move. A large block had been snuggled up against her head to prevent injury. Buckles with heavy padding secured her arms and legs, and her stomach had a belt around it. She wasn't wearing the clothes she had collapsed in. Instead she was covered by pale blue pants with the cuffs rolled up, and a white tank top that smelled like it had just been washed in spring rain detergent. She let out a growl, her light pink lips where curled, her pointed canines glistened under the lamps. She clenched her fists; the long fingers had thick pads on the tips and claws that bit into her palms.
/Young lady./
She growled again as the soft voice filled her mind. It felt fuzzy, pleasant and cool, but she didn't like the invasion of her thoughts.
"I apologize then." The same soft voice said out loud, "I was just trying to calm you down."
"Then releasssse me..." The girl replied, "And I'll ssshow you jusssst how calm I can be." She tugged on her restraints and grinned up at the ceiling.
"Very well." The voice said, shocking her into staying still... she didn't think they'd just unhook her. "The restraints were for our own safety as we attended your wounds. And trust me, with your reflexes young lady, they were needed." The head padding was the first to go. She looked over to where the voice was coming from and glared at the short bald man. As a tall boy with red sunglasses and a welcoming smile unhooked the arm and belly restraints the girl took the opportunity to sit up. When she did she realized with a slight shock that the man wasn't short, he was sitting in a wheel chair. His pale blue eyes sparkled with quiet intelligence, the kind that did not need to be shouted to be understood. It was as if everything in the room bowed to the man, and he sat as if in a great throne.
"Sir?" the boy had finished unhooking her and was looking to the man for instructions.
"You may go Scott, if you wish." The bald man nodded and the boy smiled at the girl and left the white room. She implanted the warm slightly metallic scent into her memory and named it Scott. But the man before her smelled like a spring morning in her mothers garden, before the change came. He smiled again, gently, and held out a hand. She placed her palm in his and let him lead her from the white room. In the hallway he dropped her hand and let her lope next to him on all fours while he directed his machine to an elevator. "You may call me Professor Xavier, and this," he said as the elevator doors opened onto an elegant wood dominated hallway, "Is my school for gifted youngsters." Chinese throw rugs decorated the floor, and a grandfather clock chimed nine o'clock as they passed it. Small tables held beautiful flower arrangements that held their own sweet perfume and the slightly more masculine aroma of the Professor.
"You did thesssse..." she smiled, propping herself up on one of the tables to take a closer sniff. Though she could stand straight like a normal human, she preferred the crouch of a great cat as she settled back on all fours and caught up with the Prof.
"Yes, I enjoy floral arrangements, they are very soothing."
"Yeah." She sighed as they entered a comfortable office space, the furniture large and heavy, and spaced far apart to allow access to the Prof's wheelchair.
"I would like to offer you a space in my school Patricia." She stopped studying the shelves filled with books of all shapes and sizes, all types from mystery novels to atom splitting research, and gave him a pointed glare.
"I don't want you in my head."
"Understood, that was the name the boys throwing rocks at you were using."
"Sssorry." She sat on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. "It wasssn't alwaysss like that you know."
"I know... would you like to talk about it?" he watched her with eyes that were so like her fathers that she scooted closer and purred when he placed his wide palm on her head. He ruffled her hair as the tears began to fall.
"I- I don't know what happened! One morning I woke up and I had all this fur on me!" she rubbed the tan fur that covered her arms and legs. The fur covered her limbs and the tops of her hands and feet, ran down her sides and under her breasts, leaving her chest, stomach, and face covered with almost indiscernible fuzz. "At first I thought it wasss kinda cute, but I couldn't let anyone else sssee it. I'd ssseen what they'd been doing to mutantsss on tv, and I was almost possssitive that I'd caught the dessseassse too..."
"Its not a disease Patricia, it's the next stage in human evolution."
"I know... I heard that too... from othersss in my ssschool who changed. But it kept getting more complicated... I ssstarted to ssslur my s'sss... asss I'm sssure you've caught on to by now. And I ssstarted to feel more comfortable walking my dog and walking like my dog, then my mother asssked me why I'd been ssskipping gym." Patricia sighed and looked up at the Prof. "If I'd gone I'd have to change uniformsss, and they'd sssee my fur." She explained. "Ssso I was called into the Principalsss office and my mother had a teary meeting with him, but when we left ssshe yelled at me. I'd done sssomthing that wasss going to tarnesssh my permanent record. And I yelled back and ssaid I didn't care... I wasssn't going to gym ever again and ssshe could just live with having an imperfect daughter... Then ssshe started crying... so I hugged her, like I'd been careful not to for fear of tipping her off. Well, I was right... ssshe wasss tipped off... ssshe ssaid I wasssn't her daughter. What had I done with her daughter?" Patricia hung her head and giggled bitterly, "It wasssn't till later that I realized my eyesss had ssssplit pupilsss right then. I couldn't hide after that. She kicked me out, and everybody saw that as permission to hurt me. Damn my eyes."
The Prof nudged his hand under her chin and studied the eyes that looked up at him, begging for just anyone to understand. "Your eyes are green." He commented, "they are very beautiful." Those eyes filled almost instantly with tears, they dripped over her soft downy cheeks and fell to the floor with little plops.
"Thank you." Patricia whispered and leaned her head against his knee when he released her chin. "You are very kind."
"Patricia..."
"Pleasse, Proffesssor... I heard sssome kidssss, ssssome mutant kidsss, giving themssselvess nicknamesss.... I named mysssself Ssssshiva, pleassse, would you call me that?"
"Of course, Shiva, I want you to stay here. Along with the rest of my students you can continue as you are. You can learn to control your gifts, you can be safe here, if you trust me."
"Professssor?" Shiva looked up at him and grinned. "I think I would like that very much."
Disclaimer- X-men in any incarnation do not belong to me, but Shiva's my babey... I mean it! Mine!
Thanks!
***** She woke as a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, instantly alert as only a wild thing could be. The lights were bright on her over sensitive, slitted eyes, and the wires leading from her body itched where the fur had been shaved to accommodate the tape holding them down. She tried to move her head to the side to observe more of the antiseptically white room as her sight cleared the last of its sleepiness, or the drugs that had been pumped into her earlier, but she couldn't move. A large block had been snuggled up against her head to prevent injury. Buckles with heavy padding secured her arms and legs, and her stomach had a belt around it. She wasn't wearing the clothes she had collapsed in. Instead she was covered by pale blue pants with the cuffs rolled up, and a white tank top that smelled like it had just been washed in spring rain detergent. She let out a growl, her light pink lips where curled, her pointed canines glistened under the lamps. She clenched her fists; the long fingers had thick pads on the tips and claws that bit into her palms.
/Young lady./
She growled again as the soft voice filled her mind. It felt fuzzy, pleasant and cool, but she didn't like the invasion of her thoughts.
"I apologize then." The same soft voice said out loud, "I was just trying to calm you down."
"Then releasssse me..." The girl replied, "And I'll ssshow you jusssst how calm I can be." She tugged on her restraints and grinned up at the ceiling.
"Very well." The voice said, shocking her into staying still... she didn't think they'd just unhook her. "The restraints were for our own safety as we attended your wounds. And trust me, with your reflexes young lady, they were needed." The head padding was the first to go. She looked over to where the voice was coming from and glared at the short bald man. As a tall boy with red sunglasses and a welcoming smile unhooked the arm and belly restraints the girl took the opportunity to sit up. When she did she realized with a slight shock that the man wasn't short, he was sitting in a wheel chair. His pale blue eyes sparkled with quiet intelligence, the kind that did not need to be shouted to be understood. It was as if everything in the room bowed to the man, and he sat as if in a great throne.
"Sir?" the boy had finished unhooking her and was looking to the man for instructions.
"You may go Scott, if you wish." The bald man nodded and the boy smiled at the girl and left the white room. She implanted the warm slightly metallic scent into her memory and named it Scott. But the man before her smelled like a spring morning in her mothers garden, before the change came. He smiled again, gently, and held out a hand. She placed her palm in his and let him lead her from the white room. In the hallway he dropped her hand and let her lope next to him on all fours while he directed his machine to an elevator. "You may call me Professor Xavier, and this," he said as the elevator doors opened onto an elegant wood dominated hallway, "Is my school for gifted youngsters." Chinese throw rugs decorated the floor, and a grandfather clock chimed nine o'clock as they passed it. Small tables held beautiful flower arrangements that held their own sweet perfume and the slightly more masculine aroma of the Professor.
"You did thesssse..." she smiled, propping herself up on one of the tables to take a closer sniff. Though she could stand straight like a normal human, she preferred the crouch of a great cat as she settled back on all fours and caught up with the Prof.
"Yes, I enjoy floral arrangements, they are very soothing."
"Yeah." She sighed as they entered a comfortable office space, the furniture large and heavy, and spaced far apart to allow access to the Prof's wheelchair.
"I would like to offer you a space in my school Patricia." She stopped studying the shelves filled with books of all shapes and sizes, all types from mystery novels to atom splitting research, and gave him a pointed glare.
"I don't want you in my head."
"Understood, that was the name the boys throwing rocks at you were using."
"Sssorry." She sat on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. "It wasssn't alwaysss like that you know."
"I know... would you like to talk about it?" he watched her with eyes that were so like her fathers that she scooted closer and purred when he placed his wide palm on her head. He ruffled her hair as the tears began to fall.
"I- I don't know what happened! One morning I woke up and I had all this fur on me!" she rubbed the tan fur that covered her arms and legs. The fur covered her limbs and the tops of her hands and feet, ran down her sides and under her breasts, leaving her chest, stomach, and face covered with almost indiscernible fuzz. "At first I thought it wasss kinda cute, but I couldn't let anyone else sssee it. I'd ssseen what they'd been doing to mutantsss on tv, and I was almost possssitive that I'd caught the dessseassse too..."
"Its not a disease Patricia, it's the next stage in human evolution."
"I know... I heard that too... from othersss in my ssschool who changed. But it kept getting more complicated... I ssstarted to ssslur my s'sss... asss I'm sssure you've caught on to by now. And I ssstarted to feel more comfortable walking my dog and walking like my dog, then my mother asssked me why I'd been ssskipping gym." Patricia sighed and looked up at the Prof. "If I'd gone I'd have to change uniformsss, and they'd sssee my fur." She explained. "Ssso I was called into the Principalsss office and my mother had a teary meeting with him, but when we left ssshe yelled at me. I'd done sssomthing that wasss going to tarnesssh my permanent record. And I yelled back and ssaid I didn't care... I wasssn't going to gym ever again and ssshe could just live with having an imperfect daughter... Then ssshe started crying... so I hugged her, like I'd been careful not to for fear of tipping her off. Well, I was right... ssshe wasss tipped off... ssshe ssaid I wasssn't her daughter. What had I done with her daughter?" Patricia hung her head and giggled bitterly, "It wasssn't till later that I realized my eyesss had ssssplit pupilsss right then. I couldn't hide after that. She kicked me out, and everybody saw that as permission to hurt me. Damn my eyes."
The Prof nudged his hand under her chin and studied the eyes that looked up at him, begging for just anyone to understand. "Your eyes are green." He commented, "they are very beautiful." Those eyes filled almost instantly with tears, they dripped over her soft downy cheeks and fell to the floor with little plops.
"Thank you." Patricia whispered and leaned her head against his knee when he released her chin. "You are very kind."
"Patricia..."
"Pleasse, Proffesssor... I heard sssome kidssss, ssssome mutant kidsss, giving themssselvess nicknamesss.... I named mysssself Ssssshiva, pleassse, would you call me that?"
"Of course, Shiva, I want you to stay here. Along with the rest of my students you can continue as you are. You can learn to control your gifts, you can be safe here, if you trust me."
"Professssor?" Shiva looked up at him and grinned. "I think I would like that very much."