Xavier sat in his chair, staring out his office window at the worsening near-artic conditions outside. Instead of lightening up and dispersing as had been forecasted, the storm had actually gotten worse. It was nearing the point where he would have to forbid the students from going outside, for their own safety. If something were to happen…
The professor shook his head to clear his mind of its current train of thoughts; it had to be the weather. Glancing at the hard-wood clock on his desk and deciding that it was past time that he head down for breakfast, he turned his chair and wheeled out the door, letting it whisper softly shut behind him as he headed for the elevator.
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Logan sat on his bed in shocked silence, staring at his rather messy bedroom floor. She couldn't be serious! There was no way he would have agreed to teach a class – let alone Scotts!
But he had had a lot to drink, and even with his mutation, there was no guarantee that his judgment wouldn't be slightly affected. And he had been thinking about Jean…
That had to be it. Logan thought, hitting his fist against his knee. He'd been feeling sorry for himself, been missing Jean, and had some strange kind of pity towards Scott… that's why he must have agreed to teach Scott's Strength and Conditioning classes! He realized, sitting bolt upright. There was no other reason for it!
Logan stood and walked over to the window, looking out towards the lake that the storm wouldn't permit him to see. Teaching would mean that he wouldn't be able to escape, was it worth it? He questioned himself, thinking hard about his decision. Yes. He would do it. Not for Scott, he wouldn't teach a class of yappy teenagers for that goody-two-shoe; but for Jean, and maybe even a little for himself.
His mind made up, Logan turned from the window and headed for the door. It was time to go down for breakfast.
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Outside the weather worsened. The frozen air turning sharp and biting, the snow it carried rapidly turning into hard-flung missiles.
A lone figure braved these unearthly conditions, but by no choice of theirs. Having a truck break down in the middle of a seemingly-uninhabited road in unfamiliar territory was not a good way to survive in rapidly becoming deathly conditions.
Seeing a drive, the figure made its way towards what it cold only hope was a house. As the snow came faster and faster it became increasingly harder to move each foot in a forward motion. Especially since the person was rapidly succumbing to complete numbness.
The figure came to a tall pair of iron gates, and hope surged through its being. As the person raised a bare hand towards the call button above a frosted-over sign, it collapsed; its body finally giving into the cruel elements surrounding it.
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a/n: yeah I updated!!!!! Oooh a cliffie! I'm so mean, sorry! Don't normally leave stuff at cliffies! This will be updated again within the next several days, 'cause its thanksgiving break, and I have several days off from school.
Sorry it took me so long to update, I lost my notebook somewhere (still haven't found it – hope I do soon, there's several future chappie 'sketches' (if you will) in there Oo. I also had a break in inspiration.
I Need Your Help! : I have several students that will be in the story, but I would prefer to use some of those who were actually in either Xavier's School for the Gifted, or in the Massachusetts Academy? (I think that the academy was in Massachusetts anyway…). But I don't really remember anything about them, what they look like, or their powers. If you could help me here at all, please do so! My email is if you wish to send info there. Thanks!
To individual reviewers:
The Toaster: thanks for the advice! As you can see, I went back and changed 'Ro to Ororo, I had forgotten that that nickname annoys people, one of my friends absolutely hates it! I'll keep that in mind for the future. I try to introduce the characters more at different times, depending on the situation, and whether such an introduction would add or subtract from the rest of the scene. Thanks for the suggestion though! In reality the simple idea of Logan teaching kinda worries me a little… heh heh. Thanks for reviewing! Hope you liked the chappie!
LostMuse99: sniff mom she poked me! sniff. Longer chappie! Yeah! Actually, I was hoping that it would be longer then this typed. It was three and a half pages handwritten, without any authors' notes! Oh well…
ME: I wrote more! smiles happily, partially as a result of spending too much time staring at a computer screen and partially because of the large cuppa coffee in front of her, and the half-empty pot across the room.)
Moonjava: sorry I didn't update soon! Hope you like the rest of this story!
HughloverX: You'll see who's in the class pretty soon; I'm partially rearranging the class and combining characters… :o. I'm not sure how to describe how Logan acts around Scott, I've never really thought about explaining it before. You'll just have to read it to find out – sorry I can't be more help; even I don't understand exactly what goes on in my mind. Scott, on the other hand, goes back and forth between hating Logan and being comforted by the fact that there is someone else who is going through what he is. Sorry I didn't update sooner!
