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Dr. Hank McCoy looked down at the young albino mutant in front of him as he tried to assess the boy's new powers and essential injuries. As he checked the monitor he noted Pietro's head injury.
Looking over at Jean, whom had remained to check on Pietro's condition, he gave her a raised eyebrow. "Your doing?" he questioned her. She nodded sheepishly. "Well," she began slowly, "Whatever he was doing...whatever it was, It could have injured students...so I had-" she stopped as he held his fuzzy hand up to stop her.
"You did the right thing." He informed her as a reassurance. She nodded as she rose to look over the Doctor's shoulder.
"So," Jean began tentatively "What was he doing...out there?" Hank looked at her and put on a thoughtful face. "I believe he has new powers that have to do with natural elements. I'm just not sure how..." he trailed off then perked back up, "But it's nothing a blood sample and a couple of hours of research can't handle. Will you watch him for me? I need to get to work but he may wake soon."
Jean simply smiled and nodded whilst taking a seat next to the boy as she waited for his awaking for the second time that day.
"Professor!" McCoy ran breathlessly to the professor's office with a manila folder in hand. Xavier looked up, surprise etched all over his face. "Hank, what is it?"
Surprise was rarely wasted on the professor so Hank immediately got to business. "Well," he began still slightly panting, " It's concerning Young Maximoff's new powers." He paused a moment for effect. Then he held up the manila folder. "You might want to see this."
The professor nodded as he moved over to the startled doctor. He frowned as his eyes scanned the paper. He leaned back in his chair just slightly. Worry evident on his face. Hands folded he leaned forward. "Well," he began voice barely a whisper, "this is interesting. We can't let Magneto know about this. It might just be another reason to manipulate his children."
Hank nodded solemnly. "Yes, but how do we help him if he thinks that we're just trying to use him?" The doctor proposed. Xavier sighed.
"Like many things...this will take time. For now however all we can do is wait." McCoy nodded as he left to tell the others the updated situation.
With a saddened expression Xavier wheeled to the window he had grown accustomed to gazing from. 'I failed to help Wanda with her powers. I won't do the same with her brother or Lance. But this might be far harder than I expected.' So he turned with a heavy heart as he thought of the best way to approach the two young mutants.
"Where the Hell is my brother!?" Wanda shouted at the two X-men before her. If anyone had known where Pietro had vanished to it would be them. She glared at Scott who kept steady under her intense gaze.
"Please, Wanda," he pleaded with confidence he didn't know he had, "Until we know more about the situation it's best you don't know."
This however didn't go over quite too well with her. Her hands sparked as her eyes stayed ablaze. "He's MY brother! I should know if he's safe!" She shouted fiercely.
"Of course he's safe!" Rouge muttered as she rose to Scott's defense. Sick of seeing him slaughtered when all he was trying to do was help everyone. "And besides why would you care about his safety! Weren't you the one that was trying to kill him about a month ago?" she flung out desperately.
At these words, confusion flashed through Wanda's eyes briefly and Rouge knew she had said something wrong. She looked at Scott for reassurance, yet all he could do was place a hand on her shoulder and hold a finger to his lips.
"I think," Wanda began softly, most likely due to her surprise, "that I need to see Xavier," She looked up at them, as things seemed to fall together. "I just remembered something very important."
Rouge and Scott shared a brief and unsure glance for a moment or two. "Okay," Scott said slowly, "come with us." Wanda nodded as she followed them cautiously towards the door. Looking over across the hall she motioned Todd over to her.
"I might not be back to school for the rest of the day." She told him, "will you be okay?" When he nodded she answered his unspoken question. "I'm going to Xavier's to see what's going on."
"But Wanda sweetie-" he began to protest but she cut him off with a small cringe. Yet it turned into a warm smile as she said, "Don't worry about me okay?"
Todd nodded surprised by the sudden calm and controlled manner of Wanda as she walked out. He sighed 'What the Hell is going on anyway?'
"Oh don't be such a baby!" Jean chastised Pietro as she reached once again for his arm. Yet once again he hopped up and scrambled away from her.
"No!" he shrieked, "You don't understand! I HATE needles! And besides why does he need another blood sample anyway?" Sighing Jean put down the needle as she began to rummage through a lower cabinet.
"I don't know. I just do what I'm asked okay!" she told him defensively. He smiled as if just having figured something out. Hopping over the bed and forgetting his previous fear he jumped to the side that she sat on and sat down next to her.
She shot him a raised eyebrow as he continued to smile secretly. "I knew it." He told her confidently.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked him with a confused expression. He just a shook a finger at her.
"Oh don't even try to play dumb with me now. You're just Xavier's little puppet, aren't you. He says jump you ask him how damn high." Jean just stared at him shocked. She put a hand to her chest and let out a breath of disbelief.
"Pietro," she started, "I don't do things because I'm forced or intimated. I do them because that's what I believe is right. And because I trust the professor and believe in his goal." Pietro once again hopped up in a blur.
"You see I don't believe that!" he told her as he pointed at her with an accusing finger. "I don't believe that anyone in the world can be uneducated and naïve enough to think that everyone can get along! Because they can't!" He shouted getting caught up in his words. Yet Jean didn't mind. She had a feeling that this was a side of Pietro that very limited people had the chance to see.
"Pietro..." she slowly spoke unsure of what to say, "What I believe is based upon hope, not nativity. And I hope that one day the world can accept mutants. But we will never know until we try."
Pietro gave her a sad smirk that for some reason, despite the fact that she was two years older than him (I think that's accurate) made her feel so much younger, and him seem so much older.
"I feel so sorry for you." He told her truthfully. She just shook her head at him with a smile on her face.
"Don't feel sorry for me," she told him, "Because there are many more people that could use your pity." She held up the needle and gave him a questioning look.
He sighed. "Oh to Hell with it." He stated as he allowed his blood to be drawn. "I guess that there's some things that are worse than needles." He told her.
She nodded and smiled, "And the world is also filled with things much better too." She told him in all sincerity. He deserved to know how great the world could be. 'Maybe I can show him that.' She thought to herself, 'Not only gain his trust...but maybe his friendship too.' She smiled knowing that they had reached a somewhat mutual understanding. She looked at him for a moment. He was looking down at the sheets on the bed as he poked where she had previously stuck the needle. She gasped as blood began to pour from his arm and onto the sheets, slowly staining the pearly white with a deep red. Her voice caught in her throat as she jumped up and accidentally knocked over a vile of Pietro's blood. 'Well we'll have plenty of that if you don't do something Jean!' she mentally chastised herself.
She looked at Pietro to see if he had noticed; yet he simply stared at the blood in fascination. Jean screamed when blood began to pour out of the corners of his eyes. "PROFESSOR!!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "SOMEBODY HELP!!" 'Oh God, what's happening?' she asked as she ran out of the room screaming for help. "Help! Professor! Logan! Someone help!" she cried desperately. She watched the world go into slow motion as Logan and Storm flew by her and into the room Pietro was in. She suddenly collided with Scott whom caught her as she began to slip to the ground. "Jean! Jean! What's wrong? Jean!" his voiced dulled into the background as she saw Dr. McCoy lean over her and whisper or what sounded like a whisper. "She's in shock..."Then the world went black. "Pietro..." she muttered pathetically.
DigitalAngel4U: BUWUHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
At this point I'm either being interpreted as incredibly evil or incredibly stupid. All of this suprisingly has a purpose. The blood and stuff I mean. It's foreshadowing something! But I can't tell you what! I would update more if I weren't so busy. I have a huge geography project to do so I don't know when I'll be able to update. Please review if you are interested in me posting the rest of it!
Dr. Hank McCoy looked down at the young albino mutant in front of him as he tried to assess the boy's new powers and essential injuries. As he checked the monitor he noted Pietro's head injury.
Looking over at Jean, whom had remained to check on Pietro's condition, he gave her a raised eyebrow. "Your doing?" he questioned her. She nodded sheepishly. "Well," she began slowly, "Whatever he was doing...whatever it was, It could have injured students...so I had-" she stopped as he held his fuzzy hand up to stop her.
"You did the right thing." He informed her as a reassurance. She nodded as she rose to look over the Doctor's shoulder.
"So," Jean began tentatively "What was he doing...out there?" Hank looked at her and put on a thoughtful face. "I believe he has new powers that have to do with natural elements. I'm just not sure how..." he trailed off then perked back up, "But it's nothing a blood sample and a couple of hours of research can't handle. Will you watch him for me? I need to get to work but he may wake soon."
Jean simply smiled and nodded whilst taking a seat next to the boy as she waited for his awaking for the second time that day.
"Professor!" McCoy ran breathlessly to the professor's office with a manila folder in hand. Xavier looked up, surprise etched all over his face. "Hank, what is it?"
Surprise was rarely wasted on the professor so Hank immediately got to business. "Well," he began still slightly panting, " It's concerning Young Maximoff's new powers." He paused a moment for effect. Then he held up the manila folder. "You might want to see this."
The professor nodded as he moved over to the startled doctor. He frowned as his eyes scanned the paper. He leaned back in his chair just slightly. Worry evident on his face. Hands folded he leaned forward. "Well," he began voice barely a whisper, "this is interesting. We can't let Magneto know about this. It might just be another reason to manipulate his children."
Hank nodded solemnly. "Yes, but how do we help him if he thinks that we're just trying to use him?" The doctor proposed. Xavier sighed.
"Like many things...this will take time. For now however all we can do is wait." McCoy nodded as he left to tell the others the updated situation.
With a saddened expression Xavier wheeled to the window he had grown accustomed to gazing from. 'I failed to help Wanda with her powers. I won't do the same with her brother or Lance. But this might be far harder than I expected.' So he turned with a heavy heart as he thought of the best way to approach the two young mutants.
"Where the Hell is my brother!?" Wanda shouted at the two X-men before her. If anyone had known where Pietro had vanished to it would be them. She glared at Scott who kept steady under her intense gaze.
"Please, Wanda," he pleaded with confidence he didn't know he had, "Until we know more about the situation it's best you don't know."
This however didn't go over quite too well with her. Her hands sparked as her eyes stayed ablaze. "He's MY brother! I should know if he's safe!" She shouted fiercely.
"Of course he's safe!" Rouge muttered as she rose to Scott's defense. Sick of seeing him slaughtered when all he was trying to do was help everyone. "And besides why would you care about his safety! Weren't you the one that was trying to kill him about a month ago?" she flung out desperately.
At these words, confusion flashed through Wanda's eyes briefly and Rouge knew she had said something wrong. She looked at Scott for reassurance, yet all he could do was place a hand on her shoulder and hold a finger to his lips.
"I think," Wanda began softly, most likely due to her surprise, "that I need to see Xavier," She looked up at them, as things seemed to fall together. "I just remembered something very important."
Rouge and Scott shared a brief and unsure glance for a moment or two. "Okay," Scott said slowly, "come with us." Wanda nodded as she followed them cautiously towards the door. Looking over across the hall she motioned Todd over to her.
"I might not be back to school for the rest of the day." She told him, "will you be okay?" When he nodded she answered his unspoken question. "I'm going to Xavier's to see what's going on."
"But Wanda sweetie-" he began to protest but she cut him off with a small cringe. Yet it turned into a warm smile as she said, "Don't worry about me okay?"
Todd nodded surprised by the sudden calm and controlled manner of Wanda as she walked out. He sighed 'What the Hell is going on anyway?'
"Oh don't be such a baby!" Jean chastised Pietro as she reached once again for his arm. Yet once again he hopped up and scrambled away from her.
"No!" he shrieked, "You don't understand! I HATE needles! And besides why does he need another blood sample anyway?" Sighing Jean put down the needle as she began to rummage through a lower cabinet.
"I don't know. I just do what I'm asked okay!" she told him defensively. He smiled as if just having figured something out. Hopping over the bed and forgetting his previous fear he jumped to the side that she sat on and sat down next to her.
She shot him a raised eyebrow as he continued to smile secretly. "I knew it." He told her confidently.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked him with a confused expression. He just a shook a finger at her.
"Oh don't even try to play dumb with me now. You're just Xavier's little puppet, aren't you. He says jump you ask him how damn high." Jean just stared at him shocked. She put a hand to her chest and let out a breath of disbelief.
"Pietro," she started, "I don't do things because I'm forced or intimated. I do them because that's what I believe is right. And because I trust the professor and believe in his goal." Pietro once again hopped up in a blur.
"You see I don't believe that!" he told her as he pointed at her with an accusing finger. "I don't believe that anyone in the world can be uneducated and naïve enough to think that everyone can get along! Because they can't!" He shouted getting caught up in his words. Yet Jean didn't mind. She had a feeling that this was a side of Pietro that very limited people had the chance to see.
"Pietro..." she slowly spoke unsure of what to say, "What I believe is based upon hope, not nativity. And I hope that one day the world can accept mutants. But we will never know until we try."
Pietro gave her a sad smirk that for some reason, despite the fact that she was two years older than him (I think that's accurate) made her feel so much younger, and him seem so much older.
"I feel so sorry for you." He told her truthfully. She just shook her head at him with a smile on her face.
"Don't feel sorry for me," she told him, "Because there are many more people that could use your pity." She held up the needle and gave him a questioning look.
He sighed. "Oh to Hell with it." He stated as he allowed his blood to be drawn. "I guess that there's some things that are worse than needles." He told her.
She nodded and smiled, "And the world is also filled with things much better too." She told him in all sincerity. He deserved to know how great the world could be. 'Maybe I can show him that.' She thought to herself, 'Not only gain his trust...but maybe his friendship too.' She smiled knowing that they had reached a somewhat mutual understanding. She looked at him for a moment. He was looking down at the sheets on the bed as he poked where she had previously stuck the needle. She gasped as blood began to pour from his arm and onto the sheets, slowly staining the pearly white with a deep red. Her voice caught in her throat as she jumped up and accidentally knocked over a vile of Pietro's blood. 'Well we'll have plenty of that if you don't do something Jean!' she mentally chastised herself.
She looked at Pietro to see if he had noticed; yet he simply stared at the blood in fascination. Jean screamed when blood began to pour out of the corners of his eyes. "PROFESSOR!!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "SOMEBODY HELP!!" 'Oh God, what's happening?' she asked as she ran out of the room screaming for help. "Help! Professor! Logan! Someone help!" she cried desperately. She watched the world go into slow motion as Logan and Storm flew by her and into the room Pietro was in. She suddenly collided with Scott whom caught her as she began to slip to the ground. "Jean! Jean! What's wrong? Jean!" his voiced dulled into the background as she saw Dr. McCoy lean over her and whisper or what sounded like a whisper. "She's in shock..."Then the world went black. "Pietro..." she muttered pathetically.
DigitalAngel4U: BUWUHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
At this point I'm either being interpreted as incredibly evil or incredibly stupid. All of this suprisingly has a purpose. The blood and stuff I mean. It's foreshadowing something! But I can't tell you what! I would update more if I weren't so busy. I have a huge geography project to do so I don't know when I'll be able to update. Please review if you are interested in me posting the rest of it!