To Touch Is To Heal
by: QuasiAngel
Disclaimer: Evo belong to Marvel... I'm just using them in an evil plot to make animated character do what I please... -and I'm not making any money off of it, so HA!
Note: Words in are thoughts...
Chapter 6- (Do we have a deal?)
The three guys watched her go, all deciding it was time to turn in.
Meanwhile, Lance had stopped at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Bayville. It was large, rusty, and gutted. Perfect! He sat cross-legged in the middle of the workman's floor, listening to the rain hit the metal roof. He was thinking. This was where he usually came to think. I was dark and secluded. There were no distractions and no one to interrupt him. It was just him and his thoughts. Tonight, he was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the tiny tremors that emitted from his body when he thought of his current situation.
What am I gonna do? I'm just going on eighteen. I'm supposed to be going to parties and thinking about graduation. Look at me! I'm the leader of a group of mutants and a freakin' den-mother. They look up to me. I have to do what's right for them. Is letting Rogue stay right? The X-Men are gonna be after her. Do I want to put my team in danger? I don't want to, but I don't want to loose her, not again. I-'
Lance!'
What the hell, baldy? Stay outta my head! Man, can't a guy think in peace? And how did you find me, anyways?'
Cerebro. Your powers have been slightly active for atleast a half hour. I would have said something sooner, but you seem to have a lot on your mind, too much for me to enter deeply.'
Well, keep it that way!'
Lance, I need to know if you've seen Rogue. No one has seen her since she left school. She was picked up using her powers for a brief moment around 4:30 this afternoon, but that's the last Cerebro has heard from her,' he paused, Please Lance. If you know anything-'
I don't know jack!' Lance shouted back in his mind.
Lance, please. Tell me if you know anything. If you don't, I'll be forced to look into your memories.'
Lance didn't know what to do. He knew things wouldn't go over well if he was caught lying to a telepath, She's with us.'
The Professor sighed, Thank you Lance! I'll have Storm and Logan come right over and pick her up.'
Wait! Something's wrong with her. She doesn't remember anything. You, me, the X-men, being a mutant, nothing. She has amnesia. She came to our door soaking wet.'
Interesting. She came to your door?'
Yeah. We took her in, she showered, we fed her, gave her some dry clothes, and watched tv. I tried to catch her up on a few things, but nothing was coming back to her.'
There was a long pause. Lance grew impatient and mentally spoke up.
I want her to stay with us!'
Lance, you know I am her legal guardian now. I am responsible for her and-'
Well look where she came running, Chuck! To the Brotherhood, not you,' Lance sighed, I just think that moving her to the mansion would just make things harder for her.'
There was another long pause from the Professor.
Okay. She will stay, but I would like to see her tomorrow. Once her memory returns, she comes back to the X-Men. Do we have a deal, Lance?'
Of course!.'
Then it's settled. I'll leave you back to your thinking. You should be heading back and getting to bed soon, I will be arriving at 8am, sharp. Good night Lance.'
Night.'
Lance sat there replaying the mental conversation he just had with the Professor.
he shouted, remembering that he would have visitors at 8 in the morning. He jumped from his position and ran out of the warehouse to his jeep. He started the vehicle and was off towards home and off to bed.
To be continued-
