Scott Summers wandered down an alley. Well, he assumed it was an alley. He
couldn't actually see it. He couldn't actually see anything for that
matter. He settled down and decided to try and sleep.
-
"Were coming up on the place now." Storm said. "Logan?" she looked at the man when he didn't answer.
"Hmmm? Sorry, 'Ro. Just thinkin'."
"About your fight with Jean?" she asked.
"How'd you...?" He looked at her suspiciously.
She smiled. "You two aren't exactly the quietest two members of the household."
Wolverine smirked. "Yeah, I guess not... She seemed real upset, 'Ro."
"Jean will get over it. She just doesn't understand, that's all. Don't worry. Tomorrow, she won't even remember."
The X-jet slowly landed in a clearing near the out skirts of a city in Alaska. The two X-Men got out and waited for a command from their leader. They didn't have to wait too long.
~He is in an alley, just west of where you are. Count out 400 steps. You'll find him.~ Professor Xavier's voice rang in their heads.
"Well, you heard the man. Let's start countin'."
Four hundred and three steps later...
"Do you think that's him?" Ororo asked.
"I think we're about to find out." Logan answered, gesturing to the boy who was starting to stir.
"Who's there?" the brown-haired boy asked. He was about Jean's height, maybe a little taller, definitely her age, and WAY too thin.
"Hi. My name is Ororo Munroe. This is Logan. We're from the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Are you Scott Summers?" Storm introduced.
"I am." He replied. "Can we get to the point?"
Ororo was a bit taken a back by the boy's forwardness. "Well, um... we have an offer for you."
Scott got up and started to walk away, never opening his eyes. "Listen, I don't wanna be you and your husband's yearly charity. So thanks, but no thanks."
Storm and Wolverine both blushed.
"Umm... we're not- I mean- it's not like that..." Ororo stammered.
"Yeah! And we're not saying that! We're here to talk to ya about yer... gift..." Logan added.
"If you mean that fire eating trick I used to do on main-square, I don't do that anymore. I go burnt pretty badly. And for what? Some rich people's amusement. Sorry, but what ever it is, I don't wanna hear it." He started walking again.
~Listen to them~
"Who said that?"
~They mean your eyes, Scott. Your powers. They know~
"Where are you? Come out where I can see you!" Scott yelled.
~They just want to help. Listen to them~ It commanded. And for some reason, he felt as if he had to obey.
"Fine." He turned back to the two. "Why are you here?"
"We're from a home for people like you; mutants. We're here because we want you to join our institute." Ororo explained.
"Why are you doing this?" the boy asked.
"Because we have gifts, too, Scott. We know what it's like. We're here to help. Trust us."
"And if I don't like it?"
"We won't force ya ta stay, kid. You c'n leave anytime." Logan answered.
Scott shrugged. "Worth a try, I guess..."
-
"Were coming up on the place now." Storm said. "Logan?" she looked at the man when he didn't answer.
"Hmmm? Sorry, 'Ro. Just thinkin'."
"About your fight with Jean?" she asked.
"How'd you...?" He looked at her suspiciously.
She smiled. "You two aren't exactly the quietest two members of the household."
Wolverine smirked. "Yeah, I guess not... She seemed real upset, 'Ro."
"Jean will get over it. She just doesn't understand, that's all. Don't worry. Tomorrow, she won't even remember."
The X-jet slowly landed in a clearing near the out skirts of a city in Alaska. The two X-Men got out and waited for a command from their leader. They didn't have to wait too long.
~He is in an alley, just west of where you are. Count out 400 steps. You'll find him.~ Professor Xavier's voice rang in their heads.
"Well, you heard the man. Let's start countin'."
Four hundred and three steps later...
"Do you think that's him?" Ororo asked.
"I think we're about to find out." Logan answered, gesturing to the boy who was starting to stir.
"Who's there?" the brown-haired boy asked. He was about Jean's height, maybe a little taller, definitely her age, and WAY too thin.
"Hi. My name is Ororo Munroe. This is Logan. We're from the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Are you Scott Summers?" Storm introduced.
"I am." He replied. "Can we get to the point?"
Ororo was a bit taken a back by the boy's forwardness. "Well, um... we have an offer for you."
Scott got up and started to walk away, never opening his eyes. "Listen, I don't wanna be you and your husband's yearly charity. So thanks, but no thanks."
Storm and Wolverine both blushed.
"Umm... we're not- I mean- it's not like that..." Ororo stammered.
"Yeah! And we're not saying that! We're here to talk to ya about yer... gift..." Logan added.
"If you mean that fire eating trick I used to do on main-square, I don't do that anymore. I go burnt pretty badly. And for what? Some rich people's amusement. Sorry, but what ever it is, I don't wanna hear it." He started walking again.
~Listen to them~
"Who said that?"
~They mean your eyes, Scott. Your powers. They know~
"Where are you? Come out where I can see you!" Scott yelled.
~They just want to help. Listen to them~ It commanded. And for some reason, he felt as if he had to obey.
"Fine." He turned back to the two. "Why are you here?"
"We're from a home for people like you; mutants. We're here because we want you to join our institute." Ororo explained.
"Why are you doing this?" the boy asked.
"Because we have gifts, too, Scott. We know what it's like. We're here to help. Trust us."
"And if I don't like it?"
"We won't force ya ta stay, kid. You c'n leave anytime." Logan answered.
Scott shrugged. "Worth a try, I guess..."