Disclaimer: In your face Marvel! I own nothing! Who's stupid now?!? Ha! Ha! Ha……Shut Up!
"Reviews" is not a city in China……..Is It?
------------------------------Read or you shall be set aflame---------------------------
After going back to the motel, gathering his things, checking out, and stopping off at a Baskin Robbins, they finally pulled up to the gates of The Institute.
Marc looked out the window to his left and saw some kid playing fetch with a dog, no wait, a girl? To the right there was a game of softball going on, complete with explosions, a light show, a cranky looking man shaking his head, and a sapphire Sasquatch looking thing.
They pulled into the garage, "We're here!" Kitty announced cheerfully, sadly oblivious to the fact that everyone had already exited the vehicle.
"Nice place you guy's got here." Marc said to Bobby as they entered the front room.
Amara and Jubilee scampered off, hoping to join the game outside.
"I'll go tell the Professor about you, I'm sure he'll want to talk to you." Bobby said walking off, "Oh, make yourself at home." he added.
"Yeah, if I don't get lost." Marc thought.
-
"Ororo have you seen he Prof?" Asked Bobby.
"No I haven't Bobby, but last I saw him he was in the library, he looked interested in some Edgar Allen Poe book."
"Thanks."
Bobby, made his way to the library, and greeted the Prof who was deep into "The Pit and the Pendulum."
"Greetings Bobby I sense you've brought a friend." The Professor said.
"Yep." Bobby confirmed.
"Tell me about him."
-
Sam bumps into Marc while walking down the hall, so he started to apologize but then realized he didn't recognize him and said angrily, "Who in the heller you?"
"I'm Bobby's friend." Marc replied cautiously.
"Oh, well nice tah meet yah, bye." Sam said trustingly, and left as suddenly as he came.
"O-k-a-y." Marc whispered under his breath.
Then Marc wandered into the rec-room seeing a red-headed girl alone with head phones on dancing.
"Jean?" he says.
"Who the hell are you?" she yelled turning around to see him.
"Aren't you Jean…I mean, isn't that your name?" Marc.
"Didn't I ask you a question? Who the hell are you?" she shot back.
"Oh I'm sorry, the names Marc Maseon, I'm here with Bobby to see the Professor." he answered.
"Ummm…..sorry about that, I should've read your mind. Yes, Jean Grey that's me, nice to meet you. How did you know my name?" she said a apologizing, and also probably embarrassed to have someone see her having fun.
"Nice to meet you too, Bobby told me earlier." Marc agreed.
"Well…I've got to go help the men out outside, see you around."
Jean left the room, and Marc walked over to the couch and sat down. After a few boring minutes, Scott entered the room looking for Jean, but saw Marc.
"Who the hell are you?" Scott asked aggressively.
"Yeah…I've been getting that a lot, I'm Marc Maseon."
"What are you doing hear Mar…." Scott stopped suddenly as The Professor contacted him telepathically, "Okay, Professor I'll send him in."
This looked incredibly peculiar to Marc, Scott talking to himself and all.
"The Professor wants to see you." Scott announced.
Marc looked at him bizarrely.
"Heh…that probably looked odd to you, Huh? The Professor can contact people through thoughts, he's telepathic."
-
"Nice to meet you Mr. Maseon, I am Professor Charles Xavier." he said as they shook hands. "It has been brought to my attention that you have developed special gifts."
"Yes sir." Marc said.
"Well maybe I can help?"
"How?"
"Just sit still, I'm going to probe your mind to understand how to help you."
Xavier puts his hands on Marc's left and right temples, and reads through his memories like files. He saw everything, Marc's birth, his first day of school, his first kiss, his proudest moments, and his most desperate one's. He saw the accident that changed his life; he felt his pain as his aunt threw him out. He felt the suffering he went through every night as he dreams, he felt the hunger in his gut when he couldn't afford to eat, those days on the street. The rage that consumed him every time he thought of what happened. The thoughts became too much, but he held on to the link as long as he could but…...
"Ahhh!" The Professor yelled in shock.
"So, what did you see?" Marc asked calmly.
"Well…." He started trying to regain his composure. "…I now understand what you mean, but that was a freak accident. You can't blame yourself!" He insisted.
"Why? I did it! But I know that it wasn't intentional."
"No you didn't. It has been forced on you to believe that. All that time you were on your own you had to blame someone and you were the only one you could think to take the blame. Let me help you see? I can help you get your life back to as normal as possible."
"If you can really do what you say you can Professor, okay."
-I'll be guiding you through it telepathically, like so.-
----- 3 hours later-----
- That concludes our session for today -
"Marc how do you feel?" The Professor asks.
"I…I feel. Good?" he said with some shock in his voice. "I fell better than I have in months!" he exclaimed
"Well that's wonderful." a proud Xavier acknowledged. "Now I think it's best for you to go get some sleep and we have much to discuss in the morning. I'll have Bobby show you to one of the guest rooms."
-
Bobby was showing Marc to his room when Kitty came out of nowhere, actually a wall, and ran into Bobby, landing on top of him.
"Just couldn't wait to jump on me, couldn't you?" Bobby cracked.
"Like, grow up Bobby, jeez!" Kitty hissed. "Besides I didn't come here for you, believe it or not."
"I choose to not." Bobby announced.
Kitty shook that off and continued, "So, Marc…um…you wouldn't like to hangout at the mall, like, together, tomorrow, would you?" Kitty said tensely.
"Sure!" Marc said without delay, and than tried to cover up his excitement with, "I mean…sure whatever."
"Great, well, see you tomorrow than," Kitty said and Marc nodded in agreement, "Like, See ya." the brunette finished with a cute smile on her face as she ran 'into' the wall, forgetting to phase through it.
"Oooooo!" Bobby and Marc exclaimed in unison.
She got up, dusted her self off looked at Marc with an innocent smile and walked through it this time. "Nice one Kate, nice." she said under her breathe.
"What just happened?" Marc asked, with a brainless looking grin on his face.
"Well…..she walked into a wall and you just got a date, Marco." Bobby answered. "Don't ask me how, I've been here for a while, and I got nothing." Bobby said in teasing.
-
"Well Marc here we are, there's a restroom over there and the Rec-Room is…"
"At the end of the hall? Yeah I know; I saw that, Jean, girl dancing in there earlier."
"Jean? No way too uptight."
"I'm telling you, I know what I saw."
"Whatever dude go to bed you're delusional. I'm going to make me a sandwich."
Marc just fell onto his bed when he finish putting his stuff away, dead to the world at only 7:30.
That night, no nightmares; no dreams; no interruptions; no anything. This was the best sleep he had in a long time.
-
"Marc would you, noooo! Stupid, Stupid Amara." Bobby over heard through a slightly opened door when leaving Marc's room and headed to the kitchen for a sandwich.
"Marc you me……Arrrrg! That's not going to work!" so the curious little snowman decided to go in for a peak, it was Amara, talking into a mirror?
"I'd love to!" she said.
"What's up?" Bobby said walking in casually.
"Haven't you heard of knocking?!" she screamed going "Magma."
"Chill?! Chill." Bobby calmed, "I think you should know that, um……. Marc and Kitty are going out now."
Amara transformed back.
Long silence
"A…….." Amara tried to reply. "So what? I don't care." a deflated Amara said.
"I just thought…" he started before getting cut off, "Get out!" she yelled royally.
As He left she slammed the door behind him sat down on her bed and hit herself with a pillow groaning.
-
-Hank, meet me at Ceribro, there's something I want you to take a look at.-
-Is everything okay Charles?-
-I…don't know-
-
"Hey, Rogue?" Kitty asked.
Yeah? Watta you wahnt!? Rogue barked, while still sulking over a fight with Remy earlier that day.
"I have a date with Marc tomorrow, so could you, like, let me borrow that peach colored top?" Kitty asked straightforwardly.
"H'eck naw!"
"Awww, come on, Rogue?" Kitty said pouting.
"Wait who's Marc? Doesn't matter, never mind, Weh've been ovah this already, ya can't borrow any thing a'mine anymore?" Rogue reminded.
"But it's not like your gonna wear it, unless that boyfriend of yours plans on getting zapped." Kitty said looking over to Rogue. "Wow, sorry. That sounded, like, ten times meaner than I wanted it to." she apologized noticing her expressions.
"Fahne, whatever, just take it."
"Thanks Rogue…I'm sorry."
-
"Hank do you remember that odd mutant signal?" Charles asked.
"Yes, the one that we thought is a glitch." Hank responded.
"I think I may have found it." Charles said.
"What? Impossible! " Hank said shocked.
"He's going to enroll here tomorrow officially, his name is Marc Maseon."
"Should we get a blood sample?"
"No, we do not want to frighten the poor boy. I probed his mind earlier, hoping for more information; he has been through a lot recently." Charles explained.
"But there was a recent blood sample taken from him roughly the time when the signal emerged." Charles continued.
"I'll get on it immediately." Hank replied.
-
"Wow….That was an eerily long journey to the kitchen." Bobby said.
"What?" Jubilee asked, pulling out some mustard.
"Nothing….. Hey Jubes whatcha making, a bologna sandwich?"
"Yeah, but all we have is Kitty's veg-longna."
"That's where I come in Jubes, you see that container in the crisper labeled 'Jamie's science project keep out'?" Bobby gestured towards the crisper, "That's where I keep my special stash of meats. Who says I don't think?"
"Impressive." Jubes said giggling warmly.
He handed her the box and their eyes locked, they'd both been waiting for this for so long. They had been attached to each other since they met and it was getting so obvious, Jean & Scott before they got together obvious. They leaned in closer to each other, closed their eyes and……………………………………
Bamf
"Iz zhere any…" Kurt paused. "I hope I'm not intruzing on zomething." Kurt said.
"No, nothing." Jubes replied as fast as Pietro.
"Szure, vhatever."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------