A/N My computer crashed and I had to restore, so until I have time there won't be chapter titles so live with me here guys. Love much Mutant farm girl
Chapter 3
"Now, this new teacher will arrive tomorrow. The two of us have discussed what it is she'll be teaching through letters. However, it has been decided she'll announce that tomorrow. I want all of you to welcome her in to our school. She's had a hard life and is….. dedicated to what we do here." Xavier was saying.
Scott leaned against the wall in the back of the room. Logan stood only a few feet off. They were the only two who had been spoken to already about Emily Elizabeth's arrival. Logan had been given a task and this was all just fluff for it. The others in the room were teachers who lived in the surrounding area and made the drive daily to teach. Kurt Wagner perched on the arm of Orora's chair.
"That is all for now. You are dismissed." As the non-X-men members of the staff fled the room to go home to their families, the others stayed waiting in a tense silence. When finally Xavier nodded and the doors shut the questions exploded.
"What is she?" Logan asked.
"She's the daughter of a couple of dear friends of mine. Emily Elizabeth Rees. Her parents helped me found the school along with Erik."
"Yes, but Professor what is she?" he pressed. "You usually tell us the ability of a new comer."
"Logan, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." This had caught the attention of Storm.
"Professor?" she began.
"She's a witch! Okay?" Scott finally snapped. He knew Xavier would keep them all tip toeing around the question for the rest of the evening.
"A what?" Kurt asked.
"A witch." Scott confirmed.
"Yes, well seeing as you are so inspired to speak why don't you explain her story to them." Xavier instructed him.
"She grew up here. We all thought she was going to be a powerful mutant. Her older brother tried to walk on thin ice fell through with no one else around and without ever touching him, she pulled him out of the water and dried him. A few years later her older sister was running down the stair tripped and fell, Emmy again without every moving stopped her and placed her at the bottom of the steps. But, when her 11th birthday approached she got a letter from some school."
"Hogwarts' School of Witch Craft and Wizardry." Xavier supplied.
"They said she was a witch and asked for her to attend this school. Her parents were excited. Sent her off to this Hogwarts. Bought a house in the English country side for her to spend her time when she didn't want to return here. For some time she spent Christmas and summer breaks here. Then one year after she had graduated her a couple of drunks came and killed her parents for being mutants. They would have gotten her and the stable boy too. She fought them off in time and….." Scott closed his eyes for a moment trying to gather himself. He hated what she'd done after this. " She fell in love with the stable boy. They ended up getting married lost a baby and the a few years after had another. Ann Marie. From what I've heard the man ran off and left her."
"Are her siblings witches?" Orora asked.
"No, Jenna married doctor and the two of them are in charge of a group of mutant physians. Zander has spent the last 18 years dating the same woman and they have four children and have a similar school in Oregon." Scott answered.
"You've probably seen Jenna or one of her group in here. I call them in often enough." Xavier informed the group.
"What is it she plans to teach?" Storm asked.
"Things are bad for the mutants who've been living in the rich magical communities of the United Kingdom. They've been able to hide there since nearly the beginning. Many have even married into these families and breed a very strong strain of Wizards. But now the Ministry of Magic has registered all mutants, their families, and friends. If you have any regular contact with mutants you've been registered. It has taken Emily Elizabeth the past 20 years to earn the trust enough of the MoM to be allowed to make this trip. She says that it is probably only because her daughter is schooling at Hogwarts and they know she'll return."
"Registered? Is this just in the UK or has it spread to the rest of the Euro-Asian continent?" Logan asked.
"Just the UK for now. But places like France, Germany, Spain, and other large European countries are pushing for it to be passed in their countries. Russia of course has had this system for a long while but there are many loop holes that most escape it."
"Didn't they see what happened at Liberty Island?"
"They did, from what Emily says they just say it proves how irrational mutants are."
Emily said good bye to Ann and shoved her last suitcase in the fire. When it had disappeared she stepped in herself and repeated the words the woman, at the Ministry of Magic's Department of Trans-Contenital Transportation, had told her to say. The familiar feeling took hold of her and after five minutes of travel she dropped off at the American branch of the DoTCT. It took three hours to get through all the paper work and find her luggage.
"Is someone picking you up miss?" a young man asked her.
"Yes, if you can point me in the direction of a public phone. I told him I would call when I got through all of this." She motioned around indicating to the surrounding area. With a sweet smile.
"I would love to. But, it's easier to just use my phone right here." He turned his phone around for her to use it. Quickly she dialed the number Uncle Charlie had given her.
"Hello?" it was Scott.
"Hey stranger! You picking me up?"
"Who is this?" he asked.
"It's Emily."
"Oh, yes! I'll be there in ten minutes." The line went dead.
"Thank you sir." Emily said as she hung up the phone.
"No problem. It's nice to see someone come through here who has everything planned."
"I've made this trip hundreds of times."
"Then how come I haven't see you here before?"
"Because, I've not made this trip in a long while."
She then started making her way to the door. She sat on a bench in front of the large brick building. It looked no different than the thousands of other buildings in this town. She was glad magic went so far to conceal itself. The likely hood of witches and wizards being burned at stake still would be far greater if they hadn't learned to hide. She let herself drop off into thought of how the mutants could do the same to hide. But as always the oppion on her dear Uncle Erik would come to mind. "We shouldn't need to hide to be accepted my girl." How many times had he set her on his knee and spoke those words in her ear.
"Emily Elizabeth?" a familiar voice called yanking her from her thoughts. Her head snapped up and there stood Scott. He'd grown several inches taller and didn't look so much like a rag doll now. "That can't possibly be you." He said coming closer. She smiled.
"OHH Little Scottie!" she said standing up to hug him. For a long moment they stood old dispute forgotten and just held each other right there on the New York street. "It has been far to long." Emily said pulling away from him. They took each other in slowly updating the images they'd played host to since they were 17.
"You look great!" he grinned.
"You're not such an awful sight for sore eyes yourself." She shot back.
"Let's get your things loaded. My car is the blue one right there." He nodded toward a very expensive sports car as he grabbed hold of two of her bags. Emily gathered up the others wonder if it would be horrid of her to use magic.
"Spiffy wheels there kid. What you do to get them?" she asked as he popped the trunk.
"The Professor gave them to me." He shrugged loading the final bag.
"Professor? What ever happened to Ole Charles or one of the other names we used to call him?" she asked.
"I grew up." He said opening her door. They both climbed into the car and buckled up in silence. They drove a ways before either made a noise.
"Can we at least have the radio on or a CD or something?" Scott nodded reached down never removing his eyes from the road a flipped on his radio. Automatically, horror reached Emily's ears, as a boy band sang about losing a love. "What on earth is this?" she demanded.
"Oh Ummm, I don't remember their name right off."
"Scottie, did something happen while I was gone? Did you convert to a 13 year old girl?"
"No."
"Here, let me update your tastes a little then." She pulled her large purse up onto her lap and rummaged through it finally pulling out a stack of CD's rubber band together. Shuffling through them she found one she approved of and slid it into the CD player. After a few seconds that seemed to take an eternity, Fat Bottom Girls reached their ears.
"Who is that?" Scott asked sounding very much like her father had when he first heard the band.
"This is Queen. I've got others if you like but this is more what a 35 year old man should be listening to. Not Backstreet Boys. The Beetles, sure they were a great band. But N'SYNC doesn't cut it."
"Right."
"Logan, you need to be on your way." Charles implored.
"I'm going I'm going. Just let me go say Bye to Marie." The man said grounding out his cigar and standing up.
Though Charles had no solid proof he was certin that Logan was the only person who'd be able to find his niece's husband. But this wasn't the first time he'd had to trust instinct over knowledge when Emily Elizabeth was a factor. Her entire childhood she'd done things that weren't normal by even his standards and her connection to 'the Wolverine' was defiantly a strong one he'd have to trust.
Watching the man lumber down the hall he was reminded of the letters from Denise. She wrote fondly of a young man, whom at the time was about their age, that her husband had hired to tend their stock. Denise and Austin were originally from a small farming town in England close to the Ireland border. They both adored animals and even while they lived in New York, at the mansion would bring in several creatures not commonly kept by or even seen outside of a petting zoo in New York.
"Professor?" he turn around to stare into the brown eyes of Storm.
"Yes." He answered sounding gruffer and more formal than he had intended.
"Scott just called. He's picking up Mrs. Rees right now." He nodded.
"Good. Will you see Logan out then. I want him gone before Emily Elizabeth gets here." Orora nodded acknowledging her new orders and left him in the middle of one of the many long hall ways.
He decided to head toward his office knowing that there would be a class forming there soon. It was one of his favorite classes to teach. Literature, was one of his favorite classes as a child and now he was older and confined to a wheel chair he spent much of his time reading. It was hard to believe that a nation founded on the back of hard working men could have strayed so far from the entertainment that had sustained their forefathers. Children were far to interested in video games and computers to ever pick up a good book. When asked to do a research paper many of them would say "I'll google it later." Instead of asking for an encyclopedia. But his class was one of the few he could teach with out having to hear about askjeeves, google, or some other search engine that practically did the work for the children. Today's class was on a good he'd read several times and taken a lot out of, Lord of the Flies.
"Already leaving? You just got here." Marie said as she walked with Logan to the living room.
"Yes, well I only stopped by to check on you. Xavier has something he wants me to look into."
"What?" she asked him. He knew it was useless to try and refuse her answers because since the day he met her he'd given her anything she asked for.
"I'm not s'posed to say but, I'll give you a hint. It's to do with the new teacher you've got coming."
"New teacher? I didn't know we had a new teacher coming."
"Yea, she should be here any time now."
"And you're not going to stay to greet her?" Marie asked a smirk pulling at her lips.
"No, I've got more important things to do. You'll say 'hi' for me though." He said giving one of her white strips a pull.
"Yes."
"That's my girl. Come on then." He opened his arms and hugged her tightly.
As much as Logan hated to leave her behind he hated the idea of the danger she'd be in if he brought her. Careful not to let their skin touch the parted and Marie watched him speed down the drive on Cyclopes' motorcycle. Logan had seen Storm watching them from a distance waiting to shoo him away if he took too long. It was a wonder that girl didn't explode with all the hate she allowed to brew in herself. He could only imagine it had worsened since Jean's passing.
Logan pushed theses thoughts aside as thoughts of his new mission began to fill his mind. Since he'd met Striker he no longer needed to know who he was. What he'd discovered that night had been enough to prosuade his search to other areas, such as a steady job. When work failed to employ him he'd go to Xavier who was always in need of something. This time it was to find the lost husband of a new teachers. All Logan knew was the man's name was Logan Rees, he'd spent several years in England working as a farm hand when he fell in love and married Emily Elizabeth Baskins. Emily was the daughter of two mutants her father controlled, and even started fire on command while her mother was the opposite she played with ice. Logan and Emily's relationship had been looked down on by the whole family because he was much older than she. Mr. Rees had come to the states when no one would employ him in the UK because of his contacts with mutants. He'd gotten several odd jobs in the states and was setting up to bring his wife and daughter to a new home when he disappeared.
Logan knew this wasn't going to be enough to go on. Mrs. Rees had refused to tell what line of work he'd been in. What his mutation was. Or anything else that would single him out. She had however sent a description: he was tall, dark hair, muscular build, strong sense of morals. But that too wasn't going to be much help. Logan sighed and leaned into the bike. Now more than ever he was determined to put miles between himself and Xavier's School for Gift Youngsters.
