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Amara yawned as she sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from around her eyes. She peered at a moving figure in the dark. It was on the floor next to her; she squinted to try to make out whom it was. It was Marc doing pushups.
"Marc?" She asked in amazement, "You're up…at seven-thirty a.m. on a Saturday?"
"Yeah…I'm just…excited about…today." Marc said in between reps. "Is it a shock to see me up?" He rose to his feet.
"YEAH…I usually have to slap you a few times just to get your eyes open."
Marc smiled. "Yeah, we've had some pretty interesting morning experiences."
"I still can't believe that you could have taken the week off but decided to start training instead."
He shrugged. "I just felt that I might as well start."
"Well I'm gonna go get dressed and then we'll head out for your first day with the New Mutants."
Marc nodded and Amara went into the closet to change. "He's so cute when he's happy." She thought with a smile.
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All the New Mutants, now including Marc, were making their way to today's outdoor group session. Marc was still bouncing with excitement over this.
Jubes put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down so that he could not bounce anymore. "Down boy." In her mind it was too early for happy.
"Sorry, just pumped is all." Marc replied then saw Kitty come out from her room ready for the X-Men's DR training. He ran up to her and picked her up by the waist. "I'm a New Mutant."
He set her down and she gave a confused smile. "Did you forget you Ritalin today, Marc?"
"Yes…but that's beside the point." He replied, smiling. She kissed him and scampered off to the Danger Room.
After the rest of the New Mutants forced Marc to go to Beast and take his Ritalin, they arrived outside.
Logan walked up to the teens and stood before them crossing his arms menacingly. "Okay teams. Team one: Popsicle, Berzerker, Wolvesbane, and Jubilee. Team two: Princess, Hayseed, Multiple, Fyreside."
They all went and lined up side to side in their teams.
"Today we're gonna be doin' capture the flag." Logan explained with a small smirk. That smirk would strike fear into even the bravest man, woman or child. "Team one-"
"We prefer to be called the Bobby Drake Experience featuring Jubilation." interrupted Iceman, smartly.
"Whatever, over there," Logan growled pointing to one side of the field. "Team two over there."
Both teams set up on either side of the field. "When I say begin: begin…got that?"
"Yeeeeeeeeessss Badger." They all moaned in compliance.
"Begin!" With that, several turrets popped up on each side of the field and commenced bombarding the teens. "Show them what you can do Marc." Wolverine said to himself.
::THUD::
"Oh my God the turrets killed Marc! Those bastards!"
"Mutant down! Mutant down!"
Logan palmed his face. "Damn kid." He mumbled. "Bobby, Amara…get Marc to the infirmary with Beast and report back here."
Bobby saluted him smart-alecky. "Right-o, Captain."
"Go!" Logan shouted. The paycheck from Chuck almost wasn't worth this. Almost.
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Bobby and Amara, who were Marc's crutches, entered the infirmary and set him on a chair.
"What happened?" Hank asked calmly.
Bobby shrugged. "Sandbag to the head."
Hank walked over and pointed his flashlight into Marc's eyes. "Hmm…his eyes are glazed over…"
"I hate it when Doctors say 'Hmm' it just freaks me out." Bobby said shifting a bit.
"Is he gonna be okay Mr. McCoy?" Amara ask worried.
Hank rubbed his chin. "Well he had a sever concussion and laceration above his eye, but with his healing factor he'll be fine soon."
"Okay that's good…I'll go tell Logan." Bobby announced as he left.
Amara rubbed Marc's shoulder. "So he's going to be fine then?"
"Soon, but now he's probably going to be in some pain…I'll give him something for it." Hank applied some bandages to Marc's eyebrow and Marc patted Hank's face just barely conscious.
Amara softly pulled Marc's hand away from Hank. "Like what…pain killers?"
"Yes, but don't worry I'll only give him a mild dosage." Hank grabbed a bottle with his foot, opened it and pulled out a small pill.
"What's that?" Amara asked staring at the bottle.
"It's call Percocet." Hank filled up a paper cup with water and walked over to the injured mutant. "Marc are you awake?"
Marc had one eye open and the other closed. "What's up Doc?"
"I'm going to need you to swallow this medicine." Hank explained to him as if he was a child. Marc took the pill and started to wobble in his seat.
Marc put his hand on Hank's face and squinted at him. "You face is covered with a fine fuzz."
Hank sighed. "Okay…Amara he's going to be a little out of it so could you watch him for a bit so he doesn't fall asleep?"
"Don't sleep with a concus…sion." Marc mumbled weakly.
"Sure, come on Marc." Amara said as her and Hank helped Marc to his feet.
They got out the door and were almost to their room when and crashing sound stopped them in their tracks.
"Hank…could you come here for a minute?!" Jamie called.
Hank rolled his eyes. "What now…Amara could you get Marc there by yourself?"
She nodded and Hank jogged off to see what had happened.
"Okay Marc, it looks like it's just you and me for now."
Marc slung his arm around Amara and began to ramble in gibberish as he wobbled around making it hard for Amara to hold him up.
"Hey stop it…MARC." Amara was struggling to support him and he fell to the ground. "No one has to know." She whispered nervously wondering if anyone saw her drop him.
She helped Marc to his feet once more and they slowly continued.
"Thank you." Marc mumbled.
"For dropping you?" She asked.
Marc was still a bit loopy, almost in a drunken state. "It doesn't matter really when you think about it."
Amara just decided to humor him. "Yeah."
"I'm not mad at you Amara-ara-ara. Heh, heh…you know what Amara, I like you…and I like my shirt."
"Okay, whatever you say Marc."
"No but I like you more than my…whatever." Marc gave her a few pecks on the cheek Amara pulled away.
"Marc?" She laughed as his soul patch tickled her cheek. She opened the door to their room and helped Marc to have a seat on the bed.
Marc stood shakily and started to kiss Amara's neck playfully. She giggled and pushed him back onto the bed. "Marc, stop!" She said trying to resist the tremendous urge to let him.
"I've been wanting to do it since the day the we met but…no, no he was with Kitty I couldn't…could I? No Amara, he's still drugged and he has a concussion." She thought.
"Marc-" But before she could say another word Marc's lips were to hers. She could not do this, but it felt so good. She shoved him away onto then bed and looked at him. He was…asleep. She sighed.
Amara fiddled with her hair as she walked over and plopped down on the other bed. "Why did I do that, he's with Kitty? Is it wrong that I liked it?" She mused to herself. She was so confused, was it him or the medication? Should she tell him when he wakes? She had no clue, what would she say?
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"Logan, Marc okay." Bobby said upon returning to the training session.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Logan halfheartedly.
Bobby shrugged. "Concussion or something."
Logan growled. "You don't even remember?"
"C'mon Logan, Hank said he was going to give Marc something and he'd be fine." He said. "He's a fast healer no big deal."
"Go check on him Popsicle." Logan snapped.
"Fine."
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Bobby is walking through the halls of the institute heading towards Marc's room. "Marc…Amara?" He shouts through the halls.
Amara paled as Bobby's voice grew closer. Would he figure out what happened? Would he tell?
"Marc…" Bobby said as he entered the room. "Oh hey Amara, how's he doing?"
"Uh…he's…fine." Amara said nervously. "Yeah he's supposed to be fine as long as I don't let him fall…uh-oh!" She shouted disregarding every other though at the moment.
"How long has he been out?" Bobby asked a bit panicky.
"I dunno, fifteen…twenty-five minutes maybe."
Bobby started slapping him across the face trying to make him come to but Amara pushed him away.
"Marc…Marc!" She started to shake him.
"Argh…stop shaking me." Marc grumbled holding his head. "How did we get in here? Bobby were you just slapping me?"
"Yeah, but it's the thought that counts." He said, as if he had raised a very good point.
She sat next to him. "Marc, what is the last thing you remember?"
"Well…we were outside and then…pain." He said, feeling dizzy. "What happened?"
"Umm, you got hit in the head…" She explained, pointing to the bandage above his eye.
"With a sandbag." Bobby added.
"Yes with a sandbag, and got a concussion."
"Amara tried to kill you." Bobby said quickly.
"Bobby!"
Marc blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"
"She-"
Amara cut Bobby off and explained. "Hank gave you some painkillers for the concussion and I was supposed to watch you to make sure you didn't fall asleep and then you fell asleep and…I'm sorry." She rambled then hugged him.
"It's okay, I'm okay now." Marc said, still holding his head. He removed the bandage above his eye to reveal it, was now fully healed. "See, all better."
She smiled and hugged him tighter. Bobby pried her off of him. "That's enough…don't try to kill him with hugs."
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The phone is ringing Professor X's office. He answers it. "Hello, This is The Xav…you're interested in enrol…I'll clear out a room for you right away…thank you for-" The other line hung up. Charles sat in his chair and smiled as he began pulling out paperwork.
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