I am SO sorry I took so long...this is what happens when you try to work on to fics at once...sorry! So here it is...
I don't own marvel, just Morgan, Argus, and the villans from my previous work, "Ditto." Steal and you shall be drawn and quatered. Ask and you may recieve!
Have fun...hope you get the joke with the light...
"Ready? Catch!"
Bobby tossed the icy sphere into the air. It spun around wildly for a moment, then hovered. It sped toward Morgan's upraised hands, then paused, as though unsure. It did a complicated series of loops, then pelted back toward Bobby. He jumped to the side to avoid it, laughing. Morgan let it crash into the leaf-covered ground, shattering into a million pieces.
"Very good."
The pair turned; neither had seen Professor Xavier enter the training field. They both muttered something unintelligible, small grins escaping. He nodded indulgently. "Bobby, if you will excuse us?"
Bobby shrugged, surprised, waved at Morgan, and headed up to the mansion at a jog. The Professor waited until he was out of earshot before speaking again. Morgan was used to these prolonged silences; her unique abilities had attracted many encounters with him. "Today, I would like you to try something a little different. If I may?" he said, reaching out for her hand. She obliged, feeling his soft, weathered hands brush against her smooth skin. A sharp zap of pain jolted her palm. She yelped and yanked her hand away. It tingled weirdly as she shook it, glaring at him. He smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was afraid if I informed you of my intentions, you would resist." This seeming logical, she decided to forgo any whining and asked him what he had done.
"I have attempted to nullify your powers," he explained, wheeling across the pavement as she walked beside him. "Hopefully, this has only taken affect in your hand. Am I right?"
"I think so. It feels numb," she replied, flapping it uselessly.
"Good. Now I want you to fight it." She looked at him. "There are many things we have yet to discover about you, Morgan. Some believe that your apparently limitless power must have boundaries; if you have a weakness, they mean to find it." He turned the corner and she hurried to keep up with him. "I seek to prevent such a thing. If you can remove this relatively complex barrier, then possibly you can evade any other such inhibitions." She nodded, closing her eyes.
Reaching through her veins with her mind, she found the barrier easily. Dismantling it proved more difficult, however; the Professor's weaving to some time to untangle. She did it, however, and froze a passing mosquito to make sure everything worked. Professor Xavier nodded, pleased. "Now try this."
Her entire arm drooped, hanging hopelessly at her side. She undid the barrier once more, faster this time, now that she knew what she was doing. Her arm vanished as she completed the exercise. But the Professor wasn't about to stop; they continued their trails until she could release her entire body in a matter of seconds.
"Excellent," he said as she grew wings for the third time, their golden expanses exploding from holes in her t-shirt. A loud bell echoed in the distance. "Dinner time," he said, and the pair walked up to the mansion together in amiable silence.
"Hey, Morgan, pass me a roll, will you?" Logan said gruffly. She tossed a yeast roll down the table to him. Ororo looked at her sternly.
"Manners please, Miss Oleander," she said. Morgan pinked slightly, but turned to Rogue and giggled.
"Manners please," she muttered in a perfect reproduction of their teacher's voice. Rogue snorted into her mashed potatoes, grinning. "If Logan didn't chuck things up to her, she'd never get any food."
Bobby kicked at her under the table smiling. "Shut up, you want to get struck by lightning?"
Morgan shook her head. She hadn't forgotten Ororo's part in her rescue; the stormy teacher simply didn't get along with her awkward pupil. Suddenly, she remembered the huge chunk of class work she still had to do for that class and swore loudly, pushing away from the table.
"Homework," she called over at her shoulder to her friends' confused faces, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She ignored Ororo's shocked expression and comments about hearing such language, hurrying away.
She raced up the stairs to her room, fishing for the key in her back pocket. Although the lock would do little against most of the kids that lived here if they really wanted in, it made Morgan feel better to keep her sanctuary protected. She was one of few kids that had been granted her own room; all the other students had one or even two bunkmates. Morgan sometimes missed the companionship that came with roomies, but most of the time blessed the ability to shut everyone out. Sometimes you just need to be alone.
Argus looked up from the bed, yipping happily as she dropped her backpack to the floor. She tossed a roll to him, which he caught in the air and began to tear at voraciously. She laughed, ruffling his curly fur, and fell onto the bed. "Ach," she groaned, closing her hazel eyes for a moment. She rubbed them gently, opening her biology book to page 87. "Enzymes…lovely," she muttered, flicking on the CD player. Dave Matthews Band poured from the speakers, the chords drifting around the room as she gazed at the glossy page. With a sigh, she began to read.
Half way through chapter four, a noise startled Morgan from her science-induced stupor. Argus was snoring on the floor, wuffing quietly in his sleep. She slung her feet over the edge of her bed, standing.
Thunk!
There it was again! She padded over to the window, peering out onto the grounds. She jumped backwards as the third stone smacked into the pane, a resounding thunk echoing around the room. "What the hell…" She raised the window frame gently, and the rocks stopped. She held out her hand. "Lumos," she whispered, a slight smile creeping across her face at her joke. A ball of light appeared in her hand, dipping and bobbing excitedly. "Go on," she muttered, sending the light in the direction the aerial pebble had come from. It flitted away into the bushes, looping sporadically around the lawn. She leaned out of the window, following its progress.
Two arms grabbed her from above, dragging her out into the darkness.