Hello friends! Gonna try and shed some light on good ole Pappy's background. This was a fun chappie for me, I got to do a little historical research. Some of the people/items in this chappie are real, though not like this. Thanks for the R&R's on the 1st chappie. Hope ya'll enjoy! THANKS!

Chapter 2 -The Legend of Pappy

The Institute, Tuesday night

Seven mutants and one old man sat in the rec room watching a documentary on the hunting habits of the wolf pack. The show was extremely graphic, yet educational. Predatory animals hunt. It's not pretty.

Xavier sat in his chair at one end of the sofa. Mally had stretched out his long frame over most of the sofa, leaving just enough room for Bobby to sit in the other end. Rahne was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa by Mally's head. Pappy sat in the easy chair beside Bobby's end of the couch. Jamie and Freddie were lying on their stomachs in front of the TV. Logan was actually outside on the front patio. He could see and hear the big TV just fine from out there, and he could enjoy a stogie without 'stinking up the rec room' as Rahne put in.

The wolf pack had just taken down an elk by brutally injuring it repeatedly. Everyone was watching intently.

"…can you do that, Rahne?" Freddie asked, dark wonder in his voice .

"I guess so. I don't think I would like it though. Even if I was really inta me wolf form, its still…too gross."

"Scarey…" Jamie mumbled.

"No worries; you all are me 'pack'. I won't hurt ya." Rahne smiled.

"Promises, promises…" Mally kidded, getting a whack from Rahne.

"I still think you should come to the park with me. You're the best Frisbee catching dog ever!" Bobby stated.

She rolled her eyes. "I am not gonna help ya pick up chicks by being ya 'dog', ya daft poopsicle. Forget it."

They watched the wolf pack tear elk flesh off the bone.

'angus'

Pappy's head shot up, eyes wide. He looked to the Professor. Xavier was looking at him, an apologetic smile on his face.

'maggie's ghost, guhv, you can give a body the frights doin' that.'

'i am sorry angus. i need your assistance.'

'whats wrong with ye, professor?' Pappy wondered, his face getting concerned.

'nothings wrong, per say. my chair battery is apparently dead, and I have to… go to my office. i cannot unlock the brake without power. i did not want to …bother… the children, and logan is enjoying a cigar. can you help?' asked Xavier.

'right. At our age, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go…' thought Pappy. 'stand by, guhv.'

Pappy got up and headed to the rec room door. As he passed Xavier, he paused.

"Goin' for a cuppa tea, Guhv, care ta join me?" smiled Pappy.

"Yes, that would be wonderful, Angus." the Professor quipped, playing along.

"Right then, and we're off…" Pappy said, unlocking the wheelchair brake, grabbing the handles, and zipping the Professor out of the room.

"Get me a apple juice, Pappy…" Mally called as they walked out.

"Get yer own apple juice, ya lazy moptop…I ain't yer serving boy!" croked Pappy, as he pushed Xavier towards his office.

"Good thinking Angus…" said Xavier.

"Jest doin' me part for our types, Guhv. Us seniors have ta stick together, eh?" Pappy stated, rolling the Professor into his office, to the bathroom door.

"I won't be a second; and thanks again, my friend." Xavier said, shutting the bathroom door.

Pappy looked around the office. He walked over to the bookcase, noting the medical journals, text books, and educational materials. There was also a collection of fiction, he noticed.

After a few minutes, Xavier rolled out of the bathroom. "Thanks again, Angus." He said, relief evident in his voice. "I was able to 'quick charge' my chair also."

"Not a problem, Guhv. Good reads ya got here; Treasure Island was a childhood favorite of me own…" Pappy replied. "Now, how about that cuppa tea, Professor?"

Xavier thought the situation over. '…it's perfect timing…'

"Well, perhaps tea is not…" he stopped. "Let me ask you, Angus, do you enjoy a good cognac?" Xavier inquired.

"Had a snifter or two in me days…what did ye have in mind?" smiled Angus.

"Well… this info is on a 'need to know' basis, of course." began Xavier.

Angus nodded. "Of course, Professor. Just betwixt us 'grown folks' as it were."

"Yes…" commented Xavier. "I happen to have a very nice bottle of Hennessy XO 1870. Care to join me?"

Xavier rolled over to a panel in the wall beside his office bathroom door. Pressing a 'button' on the panel, it slid upwards into the ceiling, revealing a small bar.

"That's a dandy, Guhv!" Angus stated, walking over to join Xavier. "Looks like ye got all ye need here, after a day of dealing with children that can 'blow' things up at will. Very dandy, indeed!"

"Yes, well, it's mostly just for visitors, of course…" stated Xavier.

"Of course…" smirked Angus.

"…but on occasion, I do enjoy a nightcap." he smiled. He poured two snifters of the amber liquid, handing one to Angus. The Professor also grabbed a bag of pretzels (a 'weakness' of his), and they moved over to the small office couch, where Angus took a seat.

"Mmm, oh ya, that warms yer bones…" Angus smiled, taking a taste. "Reminds me of the times back in the Big One when me and some lucky lads would 'find' a crate of some concoction. 'Warm' nights, indeed."

"How long were you in the service, Angus?" Xavier asked.

"Wellll, let me see… I joined up around 1941, right soon as I came of age. Twas the thing to do back then, with the war and all. R.A.F., Scots Brigade. Rose to corporal before I was twenty, mostly due to my good eyes with a gun, and me ability to muster the lads together…"

'…interesting…muster the lads together…' thought Xavier.

"Left the R.A.F. for the merchant marines around 1952." Angus continued. "Made it all the way ta Flight Sergeant, I did!"

Angus smiled, thinking back.

"Called me 'Gus' back then, or sometimes 'Angie'. That war was the living hell, but I wouldn't trade those days fer anything…"

"You have a natural way with people, Angus. I'm sure you did well in the service… I see the same gift in Mallory. Fine lad."

"Aye…" said Angus, eyeing Xavier. "The boy has me natural gift as well…"

"Angus, I found something in Mallory yesterday." Xavier started. "A power, a talent, a… natural gift."

Angus shifted in his seat.

Xavier continued. "You son is an 'empath'. Do you know what an empath is, Angus?"

"Aye, Xavier, I be knowin'" Angus deadpanned. "Maybe it's a mutant thingy, eh Xavier?"

"No, curiously, Dr. McCoy and I could not link it to the mutant gene. Seems to originate from somewhere else…" Xavier answered, arching an eyebrow.

"And ye be wantin' ta know if I know anything about it, right?" Angus asked pointedly.

"Angus, I understand if the past is something you would rather not discuss," Xavier said, "but your son has a talent I don't completely understand. I'm almost positive it does not represent a danger to my Institute, however…"

"However, ye be wantin' to know… for sure. Not as I can blame ya, Xavier. You do have some responsibility here." Angus stated, sighing. "So, the time has come to tell me story; well, get me boy in here, Xavier. He's old enough ta be hearin' the truth now. Best ta call in Wolvie, too. Logan's a good sort, he can hear as well…" Angus walked back over to the wall bar, and helped himself some more cognac, while Xavier mentally summoned Mally and Logan.

"Hey Chuck, what's up?" Logan wondered, walking in with Mally in tow.

"Yeah, Pappy, what are you two talkin' about?" Mally nervously asked.

"Gentlemen, please, take a seat." Xavier smiled. "Mr. O'Bryanson has a… tale to tell…"

Angus took a deep breath. "This has to do some wit you Mallory, so pay good attention, cause I'm only tellin' this once, got that my boy?"

Mally nodded, munching on some pretzels from Professor Xavier.

"Tellin' what?" Logan asked, frowning.

"Quiet, ye hairy buggar. Listen now…" Angus yipped.

"Have ye ever heard of the 'Stone of Destiny'?" Angus looked to Mally, Logan, then Xavier.

"Yes, I believe it was a large crystal believed to be used as a 'paperweight' by Jacob in biblical times." Xavier answered. "It was brought to Scotland somewhere in the ninth or tenth century."

"Right you are, in the ninth century, to be sure." Angus nodded. "It was used somehows in the crowning ceremonies of Scottish kings until King John V, in 1292. God rest his soul." Angus made the sign of the cross as he said this. "The ceremony with the crystal is supposed to guarantee the King a long and just reign in the Lords name."

Angus started again. "In 1296, King Edward of England 'brought' the Stone from Edinburgh Castle in Scotland to Westminster Abbey, where it would stay for seven hundred years, used by English Kings.

In 1939, on December 25th, a group of Scottish Nationalists 'removed' the stone from the Abbey, bringing it back to Scotland, where it stayed for four months, before it was returned." Angus said. "Or least, something was returned…"

"They put a fake one back in its place, dint they Pappy!" Mally exclaimed, excited.

"I can't say as to whether they did or dint, I wasn't but a lad near your age then Mally" Angus replied cryptically.

"I have read about the rumors that the Stone was never properly returned after it was 'removed'. Were you one of the 'Scottish Nationalists' Angus?" asked Xavier.

"Nope. But… me cousin Jon was. Jonathan Patrick O'Bryanson. Dint deserve the name…"

Angus turned to a surprised Mally.

"You never knew him, lad, he… passed before your time. Good thing too, as I wouldn't want ye followin' in his footsteps." grunted Angus.

"Not a nice fellow, eh bub?" Logan commented.

"Not so much a 'bad' man, Wolvie, just a man that lived in a 'gray' area. Neutral. Out fer himself, not a care fer others, unless he was ta gain from it. Selfish. Worse than 'bad', maybe." Angus returned.

"To this day, I don't think he was full blooded O'Bryanson. Coulda been adopted, or brought by gypsies, ya know."

Angus took a sip of his cognac.

"Bold liquid, Xavier, thank ye."

Xavier nodded. "Please, continue Angus. Quite a tale so far."

"To be sure, Xavier, more to come, aye, more to come…

1944

William Sesex-Nicol was a civilian scientist in East Lothian, Scotland. He discovered the process for depolarizing light. Depolarization of light was a useful discovery, but not in a military way, and that's what the army was looking for. Sesex-Nicol had been working the past two weeks to find some sort of 'useful' application for his discovery. Late that night, a knock came apon his lab door. He was alone, busy, and frustrated.

"Go away, I'm working!" he shouted.

His lab door had opened anyway. In walked Lt. Jon O'Bryanson, R.A.F., holding something wrapped in an ancient towel covered in Hebrew characters.

"What do you want, O'Bryanson? Can't you see I'm a busy man?" snapped Sesex-Nicol.

"I have something for you, William…" O'Bryanson stated.

"Well, what is it man, quickly now, show me and be off!" the doctor grumbled.

O'Bryanson put the bundle down on the lab table. "You're familiar, of course, with the Iceland Spar Crystals?"

"Yes..." hissed Sesex-Nicol. "They are the type of crystals I used in my depolarization process. The Iceland Spar splits the light beam into two polarized rays, with transverse electromagnetic waves vibrating in sequence. If another Iceland Spar ray was used, the second ray flipped, one of the polarized rays would dim, then cut off once it has run the sequence…" the scientist sarcastically explained.

"What if you used a crystal like this…" Jon said, unwrapping the bundle. Inside lay the Stone of Destiny, shining.

"I have never seen a crystal like this," whispered Sesex-Nicol, "Let me look at it under the scope…" The doctor moved to the spectroscope, placing the crystal in it viewer, twisting the focus dials.

"Yes, yessss…this will definitely bring forth a different effect…" mumbled the doctor, becoming enthralled.

A small grim grin crept onto Jon O"Bryanson's face.

2005

"Came about that info later, reading the doctors notes after…" Angus started, finishing the statement abruptly with a drink of liquor.

"Quite good, Xavier, might I have a glass more?"

Xavier nodded, so Angus got up to pour himself another. "I don't think the doctor was a bad man, just under pressure… we all were back then. My cousin, on the other hand…" Angus sat back down, grabbing some pretzels. Munching along, he began again…

1944

In an underground bunker at the base at East Lothian, a group of scientists and military personnel were conducting an experiment. Their leader was a civilian Scottish doctor named William Sesex-Nicol. The man had discovered the polarization of light a few years back. This new test was to determine if the new spar crystal he was using would produce any new effects within the light beam. Lt. Jon O'Bryanson was in the lab also, with the Vice-Marshall of the base, observing. Two uniformed soldiers were standing guard by the door.

"What do ye think this contraption will do, Corporal Gus?" asked a young man by the name of Steven MacFluer. A newbie.

"I can't even hedge a guess on this one, Stevie. We'll jest have ta wait an see." Came the baritone voice of a dashingly handsome red headed man, Corporal Angus O'Bryanson, R.A.F.

He looked off to the heavens. "Hopefully it'll end this godforsaken war, somehow…"

2005

The three listeners were staring at Angus O'Bryanson. Xavier had a hand up covering a grin, Logan had an eyebrow arched impossibly high. Mally just burst out laughing. "…'dashingly handsome…!" he giggled.

Mally stood up, taking a soldiers pose. "…end this godforsaken war, somehow…" he mocked. "Dear God, Pappy, what was that malarkey?"

"It's my story, boy, and I'll tell it how I wants. Now get yer butt back in that chair and get ta shuttin' it!" steamed Pappy, embarrassed.

"Please, Angus, pay the boy no mind; continue…" Xavier asked, still smiling a bit.

"Alright then, but no more interruptions…"

1944

Two Spar Crystal ray devices were set up, face to face, inside a protective clear shield. Generators in the corner were humming, an ominous overtone to the proceedings.

Sesex-Nicols placed the 'Stone of Destiny' in place in one of the rays. He checked all the calibrations, then shut the door to the shield.

"Increase power to 44,000; stabilize optical atmospheric pressure to minus thirty percent." He gave orders to his assistants. "Smythe, monitor and detect the atomic and subatomic particles. On my mark; three, two, one…"

All in the bunker watched as the two devices lit up, then shot their brilliant white rays out at each other. A small 'ball' of energy was forming at the spot where the rays met.

"Amazing…look how the depolarized atoms collect in the center…" Sesex-Nicol whispered, bent over a readout panel.

"Ratio of subatomic to atomic particles 3 to 1, William…" his assistant Smythe said, caution in his voice.

"Not yet, Smythe, let it run just a bit longer…" Sesex-Nicol breathed.

"Blimey, what is happening, Gus?" the young private asked.

"Don't know, but it seems very powerful. Stay alert, Private." Angus returned.

"Feel the power, Vice-Marshall? Pulling from the very heavens!" stated Jon O'Bryanson, smiling wickedly.

"Yes, Lieutenant, I feel it…I hope he has it under control…"

A rumble that sounded like broiling thunder rose up from the floor, increasing until it shook the room. The bunker ceiling began to glow, and dark 'clouds' started to form around the top of the room. The tennis ball sized 'center' of the two converging rays began to get bigger.

"I've got to get out of here!" shouted the Vice-Marshall of the base.

He dashed into a side room, followed by Jon O'Bryanson. From there, they could watch 'safely' behind a one-way mirror.

Light white pin beams of energy started to shoot out of the energy center, reaching about six feet in length.

"Doctor, we must reduce the subatomic ratio! Its at 5 to 1 now!" screamed Smythe, frantic.

"NO! All is well! I can't fail…!" Sesex-Nicol yelled, his hand on the kill switch.

In an instant, the diameter of the energy center increased by two inches, like a barrel-chested man taking a deep breath. Just as quickly, a pin beam shot into each of the half dozen lab personnel, Sesex-Nicol, Angus, and the private, MacFluer.

They each felt a 'pulling' at their core, for what seemed like a split second. Not pain, exactly, but a feeling of loss none the less. Private MacFluer groaned, then passed out.

The pin beams were quickly vacuumed back into the energy center, making an earsplitting sucking noise, with an almost inaudible undertone of… what sounded like children laughing. Happy children.

"Good Lord, what was that, man?" Angus screamed at the doctor. "Shut down that power NOW!"

The doctor turned to Angus, a scared look on his face. "I DID, almostfive seconds ago…"

((((!PHA-WHAAAAAMP!))))

A beam shot out from the energy center, directly at Angus. His body flew backwards, hitting the wall, as if he were shot by a cannon. He slumped down unconscious, mist rising of his chest.

The energy center had shrunk down to the size of a marble, hard, round, and black. It took on mass, as it had dropped from where it had been hovering onto the lab table. Sesex-Nicol reached for it, but it was so cold it 'burned' him. His assistant, Smythe, had run over to the fallen Angus.

"Doctor! Come here, this man is still alive…" he said, leaning over Angus.

Sesex-Nicol ran over.

Angus fluttered his eyelids. His eyes opened wide. Suddenly, he drew in a deep, quick breath, never seeming to let it out.

All the staff assumed the worst. Hands covered eyes, prayers were whispered. The doctor kneeled beside the man, closing his eyes.

"…I don't feel bad…" whispered a confused Smythe.

Sesex-Nicol looked to his assistant in horror. '...the man doesn't feel bad? A man just lost his life here…"

The doctor stopped a moment.

'I don't feel bad either…' he thought, 'and I s m e l l…'

"Me grandmums eggy-bread…" Smythe mumbled.

"What?" the doctor whispered, looking at his assistant, wide eyed.

"My grandmums eggy-bread, with powdered sugar and syrup…I swear sir, I can smell it, right now…" Smythe answered, awestruck.

"I can smell me Da's pipe…" said the nearest assistant.

"The flowers outside the school house, right before summer break…" said another, faraway look in his eyes.

Sesex-Nicol took a deep breath himself.

"My Mothers night cream…" he said to himself.

Angus' body twitched, and he took in another deep breath, letting this one out slowly, normally. His eyes squinted open.

"Doctor…where's Stevie…wh-whats going on…?" he wondered.

"I afraid you gave us quite the scare…do ya feel alright, man?" asked Sesex-Nicol.

"Yeah, I guess I do. What happened? All I remember is tellin' ye ta shut down the power…"

"I had shut it down. The… machine just kept on working. Some sort of malfunction, I suppose." replied the doctor.

"Well, as long as you're alright, Mr…" he looked at his nameplate, "…O'Bryanson, we may as well tidy up and go over the data… Smythe, have Mr. O'Bryanson checked out."

A lab tech walked over to Angus from the ray machines.

"Thought ya might want ta keep this, like a souvenir…" he said, dropping the little black marble, left over from the energy center, in his palm. It felt fine now.

"Right, thanks mate." Angus replied. "Maybe I better get that check-up now, Mr. Smythe…"

As the two men walked out the door to the upstairs, Lt. Jon O'Bryanson and the Vice-Marshall walked out of the observation room.

"What in blue-blazes went on in here?" the Vice-Marshall shouted.

The lab techs and Dr. Sesex-Nicol shared secret glances.

"Nothing, Sir, just some radiant static discharge. A light show, not much more, I'm…afraid." said the good Doctor.

2005

"Best I can tell is that none of 'em wanted to believe what happened; seeing me 'die', the smells, and the lack of remorse they felt. Smythe explained it all while he examined me." Angus stated. "Twas a simpler time back then. If they dint mention it, they wouldn't have to deny it either." Angus shrugged.

"Those things that they smelled, crikey, what was that?" Mally gushed.

"Seems as though they 'smelled' your Fathers 'last breath', as it were, seeping out of his body somehow. Is that how you see it, Angus?" Xavier suggested.

"Right. Good smells; eggy-bread, pipe tabaccy, a mothers scent; all good smells, maybe the 'best' smells ever, depending on the person. Nothing I had been thinking of at the time, for certain." answered Angus. "It turned out to be a part of what… I can do. You too son." He looked at Mally.

"I can make people smell things too?" Mally wondered.

"Nah, I don't think so. I couldn't, save that once. But," Angus continued, "ye can make other feel things. All things, if'n yer the same as yer old man."

Mally gulped, nodding.

"Angus, can you explain…'what you do' further?" asked the Professor.

"Not the way you want me to Xavier." smiled Angus. "I'm not a man of science; never have been. I can show ya though, if ya want. I haven't really used it here in the states, save on a few of the kiddies when they came ta me with the world on their shoulders. Just ta buck 'em up a bit, no harm done."

"…show me, Angus…" Xavier whispered in wonderment.

"Ok, What did me boy have you feelin' yesterday?" Angus asked.

"Well, for lack of a better description, 'fulfillment', and in a lesser sense, hunger." replied Xavier.

"Oh right, that's a good one lad!" laughed Pappy, winking at his son. "I've cleared the path to many a lassie with a couple o' good cases of the hungries!"

"You make other guys go away 'hungry' so you can try an make time with girls? You wiley old coot!" Logan snorted.

"Aye, back when I was younger. I only got one or maybe two good 'pushes' at a time anymore." said Angus.

"'Pushes'? Is that what you call 'what you do'?" inquired Xavier.

"Yeah, I guess it is. That's what it feels like, in me noggin." He replied. "Ready to try, Xavier?"

"Yes, ready, please…" smiled Xavier.

Angus closed his eyes. His brow wrinkled a bit, and he pursed his lips like he was whistling softly.

Xavier felt it like he had yesterday; a subtle gnawing at his stomach, a light touch in his brain. Quickly, his hunger climbed, becoming a ravenous want. He needed food. NOW.

His hunger was becoming a monster, he needed food now, desperately. Charles spied the bag of pretzels on the table, and he pounced on it, as much as an older man in a wheelchair can 'pounce'. He began stuffing the snacks in his mouth as fast as he could, devouring them. They were wonderful, the best tasting, most satisfying pretzels ever. He continued gobbling, content.

"Professor! Whoa, now, yer gonna choke sir, here, gimme those…" Mally grabbed for the bag, pulling it away.

"NO!" Charles shouted, crumbs flying everywhere.

Just like that, the hunger was gone. Angus opened his eyes. Logan sat looking at Xavier with an amused look on his face. Mally sat bewildered, clutching a bag of pretzels.

"Jeeze, Professor, it just some pretzels…" Mally stammered.

"I am sorry Mallory… I have never been that… hungry before." said Xavier.

"That was the 'full power', Xavier," Angus stated, "I can't do that again for about ten hours, else I'll get a banger of a noggin buster. Use ta could do that all day long, if I wanted. 'Round my sixties, the headaches started."

"Amazing…" sighed Xavier. "Any thing else that you can do, Angus?"

"Well…I can 'do it' to meself too. If I'm 'down', but need ta carry on, I can bring myself 'back up'." Angus stated. "I can do it to a group, but not nearly as strong. Oh, and, I think it prolonged me years, best as I can tell."

Xavier stared at him. "You think your living longer? How so?"

"Well, the blue Beastie is not the first doctor to tell me I have the body of a 'younger man'. It's happened ever since my forties; they all say it. If I hadn't hurt my hip on the docks, I'd say it'd be a fair bet I could run a mile or two. I still do me calisthenics in the mornings, best I can." admitted Angus.

"Heya, I be the first to admit, I never 'took care' of meself. 'Lassies, lagers, and louts' was my creedo forever. I should not be feeling this good at eighty-one years young, and that's the facts."

"I guess it's too close for people to notice." said Logan. "You do get about like a fifty or sixty year old, but then you don't exactly look eighty-one either."

"It's… quite possible, Logan." said Xavier. "Anything is possible, for we just don't know the facts on Angus' 'condition' yet. Nor Mallory's."

"I might live longer too?" wondered Mally. "Crikey, this is getting' ridiculous."

He turned to Logan. "If I sprout a kangaroo tail, just do me a favor and take me down, 'kay?"

Logan smirked. "Nobody wants to live forever, eh bub?"

"Angus, what became of your cousin, Jon O'Bryanson?" Xavier asked.

"M.I.A." Angus replied. "A week or so after the incident, he was transferred to the front. Within a month, he disappeared, never ta be heard from again. Not too many folks missed him." Angus frowned. "Dr. Sesex-Nicol passed on in the sixties after living a 'regular' life."

"Hmm. Interesting." Xavier commented. "Mally, from now on, please work with your Father in the early afternoons. If that's OK with you, Angus?"

Angus nodded, and the Professor continued.

"Help Mally with his talent, try the best you can to show him how to 'push', and how not to 'push'."

"Will do, Gohv. I'll get him trained up right." Pappy stated.

"Pappy?" Mally asked, "Did you ever… 'push' me Mommy?"

"Heavens no, boy, I dint have ta. Your mother and I were in love lad. Love is stronger by far than any 'push'." Pappy claimed. "Besides, I don't think it woulda had any effect. We already 'wanted' each other, in love an all."

"Right, that makes sense…what about me? Did ya ever 'push' me?" Mally wondered.

"Only when ye deserved it!" cried Pappy, smiling. 'No lad, I haven't. Never saw any reason ta."

Mally smiled. "Thanks, Pappy. I won't ever 'push' you either."

"Well, it is getting late." The Professor said, looking at the wall clock "Mallory, if your new talent brings up any questions, any at all, please do not hesitate to ask me."

"Right, I better walk the rounds, make sure all the lil rats are in bed…" growled Logan, getting up. "Like you, Hoppy. Get in bed, capeesh?" he said to Mally.

Rolling his eyes, Mally looked to the Professor. "Hey Professor, how 'bout if I 'push' Mr. Logan a few times. Ya know, a little 'attitude adjustment'. Whattdaya think?"

Xavier smiled. "It's something to think on, Mallory."

Logan squinted, shook his head, and walked out, Pappy giggling like a schoolboy.

the end

Chapter 3 – Something wicked…