A/N: Lets just cut straight to the chapter. Hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter 12 – Unlikely Encounter
Tristian awoke, forgetting where he was at first, not recognizing the large expansive room. The red headed doctor entered his mind, memories of her emerald eyes and quirky smile that only rose partially, as if she was trying to hide it, the smell of lavender that lingered around her. She had brought him into the room, past the burly man named Logan and three teenagers, Rogue, Bobby, and John if he was correct.
He sat up in the comfy bed, pulling the blankets aside. He stretched listening to his back crack and his bones pop. Scratching his head he went into the bathroom, turning the nozzle on hot and grabbing a towel off the shelf. He glanced around the room, spotting a change of clothes. He grabbed them and pictures of Jean filled her mind. She had left them for him. Black pants that were exactly his size and a white t-shirt and undershirt with a clean pair of boxers and socks. He smiled. She was good at guessing his size, then again she was a psychic, but he didn't feel her enter his head.
Shrugging he stripped his clothes off and took a quick shower, letting the hot water beat down across his body. He toweled off quickly and changed, running his fingers through his wet hair, spiking it. He slipped on his shoes and glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. 6:00 a.m. He slept for over twelve hours. He never slept that much before but he never felt this rejuvenated before. He felt great, like he could collapse a building with a wave of his hand. Off course he wouldn't but he felt he could.
Tristian crept quietly to the door, opening it and peeking out. No one was out the entire place was silent. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him and went down the hall, feeling that people were asleep behind the closed doors. He pushed the trigger on the wall and it opened. He studied the switches, hitting the one with the B on it. The elevator jerked and took him down, stopping and opening.
He walked out, glancing around the extremely bright hallways, feet stepping onto tiled floor instead of wood or carpet like upstairs. He'd been down here before, more or less being dragged into the cramped room, but he'd been down here before.
He looked down both ends of the hallway before deciding to go left, he'd already been right. His pace slowed as he glanced around, peeking into the few rooms he passed. Some were labs belonging to Jean and medical rooms, others appeared to be dressing centers, carrying leather suits with X's on them. He easily spotted Jean's; it had her scent written all over it. The newer and smaller ones belonged to the trio he had met yesterday. And he could tell which one was Scott's, it lingered with his dark aura.
His fingers traced Jean's and he could sense all her feelings, her confusion. Images of Scott and Logan filled his mind, she was stuck between them, torn. No wonder it was so awkward when she was around them.
"Hey," a voice behind him spoke, low and gruff.
He jumped and spun around, hands clenched. His slowly darkening eyes met that of Logan's. The man was leaning in the doorway with a smile. Tristian relaxed sensing he didn't want a fight, his eyes blue once more.
"Didn't mean to scare ya, kid,' Logan chuckled. "You just seemed lost."
He nodded, "I guess you can say that. I was looking around, couldn't get back to sleep."
"Back to sleep," he chuckled. "You damn near slept twelve hours."
"I know," he nodded, hands in his pockets. "Pretty cool uniforms you got. A little too tight for my liking though."
"Tell me about it," he snorted, cracking his knuckles.
Tristian smiled. "X stands for X-Men right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Logan glanced at him. "Why don't you come with me? I'm heading to the gym anyways."
"Workout sounds good to me," he said, walking with the older man.
"So, you're Tristian," Logan spoke as they walked. "You're the one that has Scott in suck a damn fit that his heads farther up his ass than usual."
Tristian chuckled. "I take it I'm not the only one that doesn't like him."
"I fucking hate him," he growled, then looked apologetic. "Sorry for my language."
"I'm not a kid, it doesn't bother me," he shrugged it off as Logan opened the door to the massive gym, equipped with every type of workout device possible, including a boxing ring and a floor matted area for fighting. Logan nudged him, gesturing him to follow to the men's locker. He gave him and empty locker in the back area to change. Tristian put on a pair of sweats and stripped off his shirt, leaving the undershirt on he tucked his necklace under his shirt, hiding it from view.
He started out on the treadmill, running two miles on it in fifteen minutes before lifting weights, feeling his muscles burn from lack of exercise. It'd been a year since he last did any of this. After that he hit the punching bags and then lifted some more weights with a few different contraptions. He stopped, getting off the bench, grabbing a bottle of water and wiping the sweat off his face with a towel. He glanced at his watch: 9:00. Good time to head upstairs and look for something to eat since his stomach was growling at him.
He headed back for the men's locker room, waving at Logan to tell him where he would be. Logan nodded, going bag to the bags. Tristian took another shower, getting the sweat off then changed back into his clothes. He was leaving the gym when a shoulder knocked into his. He didn't have to look to know who it was.
He looked up, meeting Scott's visor. Tristian smiled, trying to get past him, but Scott stopped him, putting his arm out.
"What do you want, Scott?" Tristian asked. He was beginning to get fed up with the older mans little games. It was pissing him off, he could already feel the power starting to release itself into his blood, sparking up like electricity in his cells.
"Nothing…just saying hi," he told him with his cold smile that said it was more than that.
"Hi Scott," he told him. "Can I please get by?"
"Sure," he moved out of his way. "Oh and Tristian…," he paused and Tristian jerked his head a little to show he was listening. "Be careful of Jean, you hurt her and I'll have no problem breaking your neck."
He kept on walking out, storing his anger and energy back down. He didn't want to erupt like he used to, this was different, he was getting a clean slate and he didn't want to muck it up with an outburst. He hit the button going into the elevator and back upstairs to look around some more. So far his day started out with an encounter with Scott, couldn't get any better than that.
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Chapter 12 – Unlikely Encounter
Tristian awoke, forgetting where he was at first, not recognizing the large expansive room. The red headed doctor entered his mind, memories of her emerald eyes and quirky smile that only rose partially, as if she was trying to hide it, the smell of lavender that lingered around her. She had brought him into the room, past the burly man named Logan and three teenagers, Rogue, Bobby, and John if he was correct.
He sat up in the comfy bed, pulling the blankets aside. He stretched listening to his back crack and his bones pop. Scratching his head he went into the bathroom, turning the nozzle on hot and grabbing a towel off the shelf. He glanced around the room, spotting a change of clothes. He grabbed them and pictures of Jean filled her mind. She had left them for him. Black pants that were exactly his size and a white t-shirt and undershirt with a clean pair of boxers and socks. He smiled. She was good at guessing his size, then again she was a psychic, but he didn't feel her enter his head.
Shrugging he stripped his clothes off and took a quick shower, letting the hot water beat down across his body. He toweled off quickly and changed, running his fingers through his wet hair, spiking it. He slipped on his shoes and glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. 6:00 a.m. He slept for over twelve hours. He never slept that much before but he never felt this rejuvenated before. He felt great, like he could collapse a building with a wave of his hand. Off course he wouldn't but he felt he could.
Tristian crept quietly to the door, opening it and peeking out. No one was out the entire place was silent. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him and went down the hall, feeling that people were asleep behind the closed doors. He pushed the trigger on the wall and it opened. He studied the switches, hitting the one with the B on it. The elevator jerked and took him down, stopping and opening.
He walked out, glancing around the extremely bright hallways, feet stepping onto tiled floor instead of wood or carpet like upstairs. He'd been down here before, more or less being dragged into the cramped room, but he'd been down here before.
He looked down both ends of the hallway before deciding to go left, he'd already been right. His pace slowed as he glanced around, peeking into the few rooms he passed. Some were labs belonging to Jean and medical rooms, others appeared to be dressing centers, carrying leather suits with X's on them. He easily spotted Jean's; it had her scent written all over it. The newer and smaller ones belonged to the trio he had met yesterday. And he could tell which one was Scott's, it lingered with his dark aura.
His fingers traced Jean's and he could sense all her feelings, her confusion. Images of Scott and Logan filled his mind, she was stuck between them, torn. No wonder it was so awkward when she was around them.
"Hey," a voice behind him spoke, low and gruff.
He jumped and spun around, hands clenched. His slowly darkening eyes met that of Logan's. The man was leaning in the doorway with a smile. Tristian relaxed sensing he didn't want a fight, his eyes blue once more.
"Didn't mean to scare ya, kid,' Logan chuckled. "You just seemed lost."
He nodded, "I guess you can say that. I was looking around, couldn't get back to sleep."
"Back to sleep," he chuckled. "You damn near slept twelve hours."
"I know," he nodded, hands in his pockets. "Pretty cool uniforms you got. A little too tight for my liking though."
"Tell me about it," he snorted, cracking his knuckles.
Tristian smiled. "X stands for X-Men right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Logan glanced at him. "Why don't you come with me? I'm heading to the gym anyways."
"Workout sounds good to me," he said, walking with the older man.
"So, you're Tristian," Logan spoke as they walked. "You're the one that has Scott in suck a damn fit that his heads farther up his ass than usual."
Tristian chuckled. "I take it I'm not the only one that doesn't like him."
"I fucking hate him," he growled, then looked apologetic. "Sorry for my language."
"I'm not a kid, it doesn't bother me," he shrugged it off as Logan opened the door to the massive gym, equipped with every type of workout device possible, including a boxing ring and a floor matted area for fighting. Logan nudged him, gesturing him to follow to the men's locker. He gave him and empty locker in the back area to change. Tristian put on a pair of sweats and stripped off his shirt, leaving the undershirt on he tucked his necklace under his shirt, hiding it from view.
He started out on the treadmill, running two miles on it in fifteen minutes before lifting weights, feeling his muscles burn from lack of exercise. It'd been a year since he last did any of this. After that he hit the punching bags and then lifted some more weights with a few different contraptions. He stopped, getting off the bench, grabbing a bottle of water and wiping the sweat off his face with a towel. He glanced at his watch: 9:00. Good time to head upstairs and look for something to eat since his stomach was growling at him.
He headed back for the men's locker room, waving at Logan to tell him where he would be. Logan nodded, going bag to the bags. Tristian took another shower, getting the sweat off then changed back into his clothes. He was leaving the gym when a shoulder knocked into his. He didn't have to look to know who it was.
He looked up, meeting Scott's visor. Tristian smiled, trying to get past him, but Scott stopped him, putting his arm out.
"What do you want, Scott?" Tristian asked. He was beginning to get fed up with the older mans little games. It was pissing him off, he could already feel the power starting to release itself into his blood, sparking up like electricity in his cells.
"Nothing…just saying hi," he told him with his cold smile that said it was more than that.
"Hi Scott," he told him. "Can I please get by?"
"Sure," he moved out of his way. "Oh and Tristian…," he paused and Tristian jerked his head a little to show he was listening. "Be careful of Jean, you hurt her and I'll have no problem breaking your neck."
He kept on walking out, storing his anger and energy back down. He didn't want to erupt like he used to, this was different, he was getting a clean slate and he didn't want to muck it up with an outburst. He hit the button going into the elevator and back upstairs to look around some more. So far his day started out with an encounter with Scott, couldn't get any better than that.