Disclaimer:
You know the drill-I don't own anything. Well, except for Chris of
course, 'cause I made her up. Oh yeah, any maybe Logan's car, 'cause he
didn't have that in the movie did he? I dunno, I don't remember.
Whatever, if he did have one in the movie, he has a new one now, and I
made it up.
Author's Note: This is my first X-men fanfic, so if this is really dumb, I have an excuse. Oh yeah, this is set after X2, and since I don't like it, Jean never died.
Chapter 1: Discovery
"What's all the fuss about?" Logan asked a stranger.
"It's another one of those mutants," they replied. "It was out on the street, acting like it can do anything it wants. It mouthed off to one of the neighborhood boys. Filthy trash. I can sense them a mile away I can."
"Why do you talk about us like we're not real people?" Logan asked angrily. "We can have the same rights as you. As for your ability to sense us a mile away, get over it, and stop trying to make yourself look good." He walked away from the astonished human before his temper got the best of him and he did something that he would regret later.
Ahead of him, a crowd was gathering, shouting and jeering. Pushing through it, he saw a boy and a girl, both looking about 15 years old, involved in a fight. By the looks of it, the girl was putting up a pretty good fight, but slowly, she was losing. After a pretty nasty looking punch in the face, the girl stumbled backwards. Then, just as a breeze blew in, she stopped and stiffened. She turned and looked straight at Logan.
"Help me," she said. "Wolverine help me!"
The boy approached her from behind and since her back was turned, she didn't see him coming, and she crumpled to the ground as his fist hit the back of her head. Logan then realized- this must be the mutant the stranger was talking about. That's how she knew who-and what- he was. Pushing through the last few people, he knocked the boy out of the way, took the girl in his arms, and carried her through the crowd to safety. He was only vaguely aware of the jeering cries and threats. After walking for some minutes, he reached an abandoned alley. He laid the girl down and turned her head, looking for the wound from the last punch. That's when he saw them-she had pointed ears. Just like elves and fairies from stories. Her eyes flickered open. These were strange too- the pupils were slitted like a cat's and the irises kept changing color.
"What are you?" he whispered, mesmerized.
But then her eyes closed again, and the spell was broken. Logan picked her up, found his car, and made his way back to the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, hopefully to find some answers.
Back at the mansion, the girl was put in the infirmary for medical attention. Logan had followed, and was now pacing nervously.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked Jean. "Will she be all right?"
"She'll be fine. Just relax," she replied. "Look, she's coming around now."
The girl opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" She asked. "You brought me here, didn't you Wolverine?"
Jean looked at him curiously. "You two have met before?"
"No," he replied. "We haven't." Turning to the girl he said, "And how do you know my name anyway? How did you know I wouldn't hurt you? I think you have some explaining to do."
The girl sighed. "I'm a mutant. Isn't that all you need to know? Go ahead; just throw me out the door. I'm used to it."
"We won't do that," said Jean. "You wanted to know what this place is. Well, this is a school for mutants. Professor Charles Xavier is the principal, if you want to call him that. We teach regular subjects here, such as English and math, but we also teach the students how to control and develop their powers. We won't turn you away. In fact, here's the professor now."
"Hello, and welcome to my school," said the professor. "I know this must be frightening for you, to wake up in an unfamiliar place, but I need you to try and relax. What is your name?"
"Christy," she said. "But don't call me that. Call me Chris."
"All right Chris, I'm going to ask you to go to sleep now. Get some rest, and then tomorrow I'm going to ask you some questions, but I need you to be alert for them, and I'll need you to tell the truth."
"Fine," she said. "But tomorrow I'm going to have some questions too."
"And I will do my very best to answer them," the professor replied.
Well, was it dumb? Please reply, and tell me how to improve if you can. But don't be too mean. ;-)
Author's Note: This is my first X-men fanfic, so if this is really dumb, I have an excuse. Oh yeah, this is set after X2, and since I don't like it, Jean never died.
Chapter 1: Discovery
"What's all the fuss about?" Logan asked a stranger.
"It's another one of those mutants," they replied. "It was out on the street, acting like it can do anything it wants. It mouthed off to one of the neighborhood boys. Filthy trash. I can sense them a mile away I can."
"Why do you talk about us like we're not real people?" Logan asked angrily. "We can have the same rights as you. As for your ability to sense us a mile away, get over it, and stop trying to make yourself look good." He walked away from the astonished human before his temper got the best of him and he did something that he would regret later.
Ahead of him, a crowd was gathering, shouting and jeering. Pushing through it, he saw a boy and a girl, both looking about 15 years old, involved in a fight. By the looks of it, the girl was putting up a pretty good fight, but slowly, she was losing. After a pretty nasty looking punch in the face, the girl stumbled backwards. Then, just as a breeze blew in, she stopped and stiffened. She turned and looked straight at Logan.
"Help me," she said. "Wolverine help me!"
The boy approached her from behind and since her back was turned, she didn't see him coming, and she crumpled to the ground as his fist hit the back of her head. Logan then realized- this must be the mutant the stranger was talking about. That's how she knew who-and what- he was. Pushing through the last few people, he knocked the boy out of the way, took the girl in his arms, and carried her through the crowd to safety. He was only vaguely aware of the jeering cries and threats. After walking for some minutes, he reached an abandoned alley. He laid the girl down and turned her head, looking for the wound from the last punch. That's when he saw them-she had pointed ears. Just like elves and fairies from stories. Her eyes flickered open. These were strange too- the pupils were slitted like a cat's and the irises kept changing color.
"What are you?" he whispered, mesmerized.
But then her eyes closed again, and the spell was broken. Logan picked her up, found his car, and made his way back to the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, hopefully to find some answers.
Back at the mansion, the girl was put in the infirmary for medical attention. Logan had followed, and was now pacing nervously.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked Jean. "Will she be all right?"
"She'll be fine. Just relax," she replied. "Look, she's coming around now."
The girl opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" She asked. "You brought me here, didn't you Wolverine?"
Jean looked at him curiously. "You two have met before?"
"No," he replied. "We haven't." Turning to the girl he said, "And how do you know my name anyway? How did you know I wouldn't hurt you? I think you have some explaining to do."
The girl sighed. "I'm a mutant. Isn't that all you need to know? Go ahead; just throw me out the door. I'm used to it."
"We won't do that," said Jean. "You wanted to know what this place is. Well, this is a school for mutants. Professor Charles Xavier is the principal, if you want to call him that. We teach regular subjects here, such as English and math, but we also teach the students how to control and develop their powers. We won't turn you away. In fact, here's the professor now."
"Hello, and welcome to my school," said the professor. "I know this must be frightening for you, to wake up in an unfamiliar place, but I need you to try and relax. What is your name?"
"Christy," she said. "But don't call me that. Call me Chris."
"All right Chris, I'm going to ask you to go to sleep now. Get some rest, and then tomorrow I'm going to ask you some questions, but I need you to be alert for them, and I'll need you to tell the truth."
"Fine," she said. "But tomorrow I'm going to have some questions too."
"And I will do my very best to answer them," the professor replied.
Well, was it dumb? Please reply, and tell me how to improve if you can. But don't be too mean. ;-)