Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier and Ori = Corrinth's, Golan =
Star's, Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: Large chunks of this chapter are taken from Corrinth's 'Guardians of Destiny' X-Men the Movie fic, with huge thanks. All reviews very much appreciated. # = telepathic speech.
Scene 06
#You can feel it, can't you. # It was not a question. She would not speak of it aloud; Ilehana was too afraid that someone might overhear.
#Yes, I feel it. But more than that, I feel your fear. You must not fear this power Ilehana; it is a great gift. # Xavier touched minds with his daughter, a similar sensation to resting his forehead against hers. #We must test it and find out what you can do with it. #
#That's what scares me. Reach out, Dad, reach out to someone, it doesn't matter who. #
Xavier frowned a little, but he trusted his daughter, and so he closed his eyes. In his mind's eye he saw his power and reached out to Logan, whom he knew would not mind helping in this experiment since it involved Ilehana. But before he could reach into Logan's mind, he came up against a wall of his daughter's energy. He pushed against it, but the wall remained unrelenting. Then it moved, pushing back against him. He pressed his all his will on just one point, trying to break through the wall like a needle might pierce a piece of paper. He could feel the sweat running down his neck with the effort but Ilehana was ruthless, encasing his power in her wall until it was paralysed within him - as useless as his legs.
When she released him, Xavier took a moment to re-establish his power, noticing how his daughter shut herself off from him entirely. Ilehana, tears of terror rolling silently down her cheeks, looked as fresh as ever, while he knew he was red and sweating with his efforts.
"That wasn't even hard. I could have smothered your power before you'd even begun to form it." Her tone was cold, hard, and there was no trace of pride. "I can't control this, Dad. It's swamping me......... taking over."
"I can help, if you'll permit it."
She nodded her assent, and Xavier felt her open her mind to him once more. He connected with her again, helped her reinforce barriers against this new and extreme power. And as he did so, he came across a random thought that flicked through her mind without intention on either of their parts. #The one whose power grows day by day, who must give up her human life for the Guardians to rise. #
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Ori rested his head on her knee, looking up at her from his deep brown eyes, concerned. Ilehana, back leant against a tree on the lawn, smiled down at him, but she could not even begin to mask the shame in her eyes. If it weren't for him, she would have lost control already. It had been to easy for her to ignore the changes in her powers recently, the swelling of them to overwhelming proportions. She had blamed her work with the X-Men for focusing her talents, her worry over Blaze's whereabouts for her bad moods and constant headaches. But when the X-Men had recovered Blaze from Vancouver, it became obvious to Ilehana that she could not deny what was happening to her anymore. And it scared her.
When she'd arrived in Ori's pack's territory, mind seething with power, he had sensed her terror immediately. Somehow she'd known that he alone could help her, his wolfish presence sombre and calming in the way no human's mind ever was, and Ori had helped without question. A cry for help in the pack never went unanswered, and for now Ori was content to be at her side, where he was needed, even if it meant for Vixen's sake leaving his home and pack behind.
"Can you talk about it?" Logan came and sat down besides her, ignoring the twitching ears of the charcoal grey wolf as he tried to get Wolverine to scratch behind them. "What's scaring you? What's happening to your powers?"
"No." Ilehana sighed and leant her pretty head on his strong shoulder. With a sneeze of mild disappointment, Ori got up and wandered off. If he wasn't going to get an ear scratch here, maybe someone would cook him some bacon? Logan wrapped his arm around Vixen's shoulders supportively, waiting for her to explain why she was pushing him away again. "Its not time yet." Ilehana told him. "And that scares me most of all, its going to get much worse before it will stop........."
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"Where are you going, Elf?" Someone asked Kurt as he, Jubilee and Magma made their break for the door. If Scott caught them, they were in for it big style, he'd a training session organised that it looked like only he would be going to.
"Oh, Rogue, its you." Nightcrawler sighed his relief, even as Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Who else would I be? You sneakin' out?"
"We're going to Golan's." The fuzzy blue elf replied. "Kitty's running dance lessons, and its our last chance to get some practice before tomorrow night's contest." Kurt grinned cheekily before saying "You should come along, Rogue, it's the coolest spot. And you never know, it might help you beat Blaze?"
"I am not goin' to this thing to beat the Firefly." Rogue pouted. "Only because Gambit asked me, okay?"
"Suit yourself." Kurt shrugged, still grinning. "Are you coming or not?"
"Heck why not? It'd have to be dire to not be better than another of Scott's sessions in the Danger Room."
"Then lets go!" Kurt grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door. "Because here he comes!"
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Golan's den had never looked so nice, he thought as he looked around it. Kitty and her friends, his friends he corrected himself smiling, had strung up fairy lights across the ceiling. He had an old sofa someone had dragged down here for him, and Kitty's stereo was now a permanent fixture. He'd played his part, making it easier for his friends to come visit by digging a tunnel almost all the way into the Institute's grounds, and in the opposite direction to the grounds of the high school. And now here they were, most of the X-Men, his friends. Coming to Bayville had been the best idea he had ever had, and he even looked forward to going to school in the morning. Everyone laughed as Cannonball yet again forgot to duck as he entered from the institute tunnel, and walloped his head on the low dirt ceiling, Golan the loudest of all. Life was good.
A/N: Large chunks of this chapter are taken from Corrinth's 'Guardians of Destiny' X-Men the Movie fic, with huge thanks. All reviews very much appreciated. # = telepathic speech.
Scene 06
#You can feel it, can't you. # It was not a question. She would not speak of it aloud; Ilehana was too afraid that someone might overhear.
#Yes, I feel it. But more than that, I feel your fear. You must not fear this power Ilehana; it is a great gift. # Xavier touched minds with his daughter, a similar sensation to resting his forehead against hers. #We must test it and find out what you can do with it. #
#That's what scares me. Reach out, Dad, reach out to someone, it doesn't matter who. #
Xavier frowned a little, but he trusted his daughter, and so he closed his eyes. In his mind's eye he saw his power and reached out to Logan, whom he knew would not mind helping in this experiment since it involved Ilehana. But before he could reach into Logan's mind, he came up against a wall of his daughter's energy. He pushed against it, but the wall remained unrelenting. Then it moved, pushing back against him. He pressed his all his will on just one point, trying to break through the wall like a needle might pierce a piece of paper. He could feel the sweat running down his neck with the effort but Ilehana was ruthless, encasing his power in her wall until it was paralysed within him - as useless as his legs.
When she released him, Xavier took a moment to re-establish his power, noticing how his daughter shut herself off from him entirely. Ilehana, tears of terror rolling silently down her cheeks, looked as fresh as ever, while he knew he was red and sweating with his efforts.
"That wasn't even hard. I could have smothered your power before you'd even begun to form it." Her tone was cold, hard, and there was no trace of pride. "I can't control this, Dad. It's swamping me......... taking over."
"I can help, if you'll permit it."
She nodded her assent, and Xavier felt her open her mind to him once more. He connected with her again, helped her reinforce barriers against this new and extreme power. And as he did so, he came across a random thought that flicked through her mind without intention on either of their parts. #The one whose power grows day by day, who must give up her human life for the Guardians to rise. #
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Ori rested his head on her knee, looking up at her from his deep brown eyes, concerned. Ilehana, back leant against a tree on the lawn, smiled down at him, but she could not even begin to mask the shame in her eyes. If it weren't for him, she would have lost control already. It had been to easy for her to ignore the changes in her powers recently, the swelling of them to overwhelming proportions. She had blamed her work with the X-Men for focusing her talents, her worry over Blaze's whereabouts for her bad moods and constant headaches. But when the X-Men had recovered Blaze from Vancouver, it became obvious to Ilehana that she could not deny what was happening to her anymore. And it scared her.
When she'd arrived in Ori's pack's territory, mind seething with power, he had sensed her terror immediately. Somehow she'd known that he alone could help her, his wolfish presence sombre and calming in the way no human's mind ever was, and Ori had helped without question. A cry for help in the pack never went unanswered, and for now Ori was content to be at her side, where he was needed, even if it meant for Vixen's sake leaving his home and pack behind.
"Can you talk about it?" Logan came and sat down besides her, ignoring the twitching ears of the charcoal grey wolf as he tried to get Wolverine to scratch behind them. "What's scaring you? What's happening to your powers?"
"No." Ilehana sighed and leant her pretty head on his strong shoulder. With a sneeze of mild disappointment, Ori got up and wandered off. If he wasn't going to get an ear scratch here, maybe someone would cook him some bacon? Logan wrapped his arm around Vixen's shoulders supportively, waiting for her to explain why she was pushing him away again. "Its not time yet." Ilehana told him. "And that scares me most of all, its going to get much worse before it will stop........."
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"Where are you going, Elf?" Someone asked Kurt as he, Jubilee and Magma made their break for the door. If Scott caught them, they were in for it big style, he'd a training session organised that it looked like only he would be going to.
"Oh, Rogue, its you." Nightcrawler sighed his relief, even as Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Who else would I be? You sneakin' out?"
"We're going to Golan's." The fuzzy blue elf replied. "Kitty's running dance lessons, and its our last chance to get some practice before tomorrow night's contest." Kurt grinned cheekily before saying "You should come along, Rogue, it's the coolest spot. And you never know, it might help you beat Blaze?"
"I am not goin' to this thing to beat the Firefly." Rogue pouted. "Only because Gambit asked me, okay?"
"Suit yourself." Kurt shrugged, still grinning. "Are you coming or not?"
"Heck why not? It'd have to be dire to not be better than another of Scott's sessions in the Danger Room."
"Then lets go!" Kurt grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door. "Because here he comes!"
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Golan's den had never looked so nice, he thought as he looked around it. Kitty and her friends, his friends he corrected himself smiling, had strung up fairy lights across the ceiling. He had an old sofa someone had dragged down here for him, and Kitty's stereo was now a permanent fixture. He'd played his part, making it easier for his friends to come visit by digging a tunnel almost all the way into the Institute's grounds, and in the opposite direction to the grounds of the high school. And now here they were, most of the X-Men, his friends. Coming to Bayville had been the best idea he had ever had, and he even looked forward to going to school in the morning. Everyone laughed as Cannonball yet again forgot to duck as he entered from the institute tunnel, and walloped his head on the low dirt ceiling, Golan the loudest of all. Life was good.