Hey guys...........I don't own anything but Leigh. Magnus and Lita belong to best friend. Nothing else is mine. And a special thanks goes out to Anc7 and fudje for reviewing me. I appreciate any adn all critics :). ANyways here's part two. enjoy.
I entered the jet filled with a certainty of regret followed by the gruff Canadian. I knew that going with them for the 'chat' as they called it was a mistake because if I were offered a place to stay I knew I wouldn't refuse. I had been living on the streets far too long not to. But then I would just be another burden. I would bring about the deaths of these two 'messengers' and those at the place they were taking me. I sighed heavily and collapsed exhausted in the seat behind the co-pilots, where the taller Cajun sat fiddling with a card.
"So you decide to come with Remy after all, eh petite?" he asked spinning the chair around to face me.
"Yeah, so? What's it to ya?" I replied.
"Remy take it you aren't much of talker, no?"
"No kidding? So why is it you continue to try and talk to me?" I retorted.
"Gumbo! Leave Icebox alone and face the front. There's a reason it takes two to fly a jet and you're number two. Now get this peeve of junk in the air." Wolverine growled, taking the controls.
"Of course mon amie." Gambit said, following Wolverine's orders.
That was the last thing said for a few minutes before I realized I had no idea where I was going. I pressed my face against the window, catching only a glimpse of the area before it froze over. Nothing looked too familiar. Removing my face from it I decided the best way to find out where I was going was to ask. "Where exactly are we going?" I asked searching the area outside the windshield for a recognizable skyscraper.
"The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters of course. But Remy think that you not like talking petite." The Cajun said, turning back around with a smirk on his face.
"'A question requires a simple answer, not a conversation. Therefore there is nothing left to be said other than 'turn back around Cajun.'"
"So then you know where the institute is no?" he asked, his smirk widening.
I thought for a moment and realized that I really had no idea whatsoever where it was, but he didn't need to know it. "Yes, in fact I do know exactly where it's at….." I replied coldly, icicles hanging from every word.
"You suck at lying Icebox. I can smell it in your breath." The Canadian stated as he began to bring the jet down for a landing.
It was heading straight into a mountain side to land. I didn't understand it. Nothing was there to put the jet on, but more air before we would have crashed into the mountain side. I leaned back in my seat and prepared for the worst when all of the sudden I saw the mountain opening. It continued opening until there was a rectangular hole just big enough for the jet to slide into. As the jet entered, the mountain closed until it was completely shut and dark with the jet just barely in the mountain. The light flickered on and lit up a metal hallway leading to Lord knows where. The jet glided down the passage way into a giant opening with room enough to fit three more. There were a few other flying vehicles there as well. And in the doorway awaited a bald man sitting in a wheelchair; I could only assume he was awaited our arrival. Wolverine landed the jet and shut it down as Gambit opened the door.
"Remy bring you something back professor." He greeted, shoving me out the door in front of him.
"Greetings Leigh, I am Professor Charles Xavier and this is Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. My messengers have treated you well haven't they?" he asked, moving his chair closer to me.
"Uhm…..yeah I guess." I shrugged back an answer. "They said you wanted to talk to me about something."
"Of course. I have a proposition for you Leigh. Would you like to discuss it over some tea or whatever you prefer." He asked, giving me a warm smile. He kind of reminded me of a grandfather-like figure.
"No thanks. I'd rather just hear about this proposition…"
"Very well, we shall converse in the library. Gambit, Logan you are free to do as you wish now, although I think it would be a good idea to try and get some sleep."
He dismissed his men and with that escorted me to the library. I was amazed at the multitude of books there. Shelves, upon shelves covered every inch of every wall, each one of them overflowing with books. I had never seen so many books in a single room in al my life. I gathered that there was every type of book imaginable as well from reading a few of their titles.
"You have a lot of books," I stated in awe, still in disbelief that there were that many books.
"Thank you. The other students here sometimes enjoy a good book or two in their spare time. Now about my proposition, I want to offer you a place here at the institute. Here you would be provided with a room, bed, food, exercise, training, and any thing else essential to a teenager's needs."
"Thanks for the offer, but I have a place to stay and am doing quite well for myself." I said looking at the carpeted floor, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Do you really Leigh? Are the streets of New York providing you with your needs because last time I checked you were running from the police and being shot at by mutant hunters."
"How did you know that? In fact, now that I think about it, I never gave you my name. How do you know it already?" I demanded answers.
"I'm a telepath, quite a powerful one at that. I also have a machine called Cerebro that amplifies my telepathy and allows me to track down any mutant I want as long as they are using their powers. When you first used your ice to heal yourself, Cerebro picked it up and alerted me of your presence. Cerebro gives me a name and description of any mutant it picks up." He explained.
"Look I can't stay. Someone will end up hurt. In case your precious machine didn't tell you, I am the most wanted mutant by the Friends of Humanity. They track me down every time. If I stay here it could mean the end of your precious little school. So thanks for the offer, but I'm better off on the streets." I said, heading for the exit.
"You know that this is much better than the streets. You are just afraid to accept some help and be part of a group. We are all mutants here Leigh, the Friends of Humanity know that. They wouldn't come here looking for you knowing that there's a whole school full of mutants. Not without reinforcements at least. Give it a while before leaving. Give us a chance Leigh."
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I wanted to stay more than anything, but he was wrong. They would always be hunting me and I was a danger if I stayed. I considered my options and was opted to stay by thoughts of a warm bed and a place to stay where police don't chase me across town every night. Maybe Xavier was right, all this place needed was a chance. I turned back around to face him. "You and your school have your chance Professor, but if anyone gets hurt because of them I'm leaving."
"Very well. Welcome to the X-Men Frostbite."