Updated Author Note (6/5/12)
I've gone through and found a few things that needed some tweaking and adding.
The blonde haired teen sighed tiredly to himself.
Glancing half-heartedly out the window of the black jet that belonged to Charles Xavier. All he could see was an endless sea of white clouds and the dark blue waters below them, as the black jet flew through the twilight lit skies.
Was this the right thing to do? He thought sadly.
Michael lowered his gaze from the window to his hands; they lay folded on his lap unmoving. Unfolding his hands, he slowly rubbed his pale hands together in a failed attempt to rid them of the sweat that had accumulated on his pale skin. He couldn't explain it. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?
I'm just being paranoid, yeah that's it. He thought calmly. Leaning back slightly in his chair, Mike tried to make himself relax against the cushions of his chair.
There's absolutely nothing to be nervous about, come on Soletta get a grip!
Looking out of the corner of his eyes, the pale teen stole a glance at the red head sitting next to him from across the aisle. Her serene face betrayed no emotion as she continued to look out of the window next to her. He quickly turned his gaze from her just as she turned her head to look back at the front of the jet.
Turning his attention back down to his lap, the blonde didn't see her glance at him briefly. It wasn't long before he moved his gaze from his lap to look out the window again.
Mike allowed his tired eyes to close slowly as he rested his head against the smooth glass in exhaustion. Jean cast the exhausted blonde a faint smile the moment his eyes fell shut.
If she really listened carefully, she could almost faintly hear his breathing slow and even out. She watched as the pale teen curled his body as much as possible in the firm seat. It was almost cute to see the stoic blonde curled up in an attempt to get some sleep.
"Poor guy, he must be exhausted from everything that's happened today." Jean whispered softly. She turned her head to the cockpit of the Blackbird.
Charles turned his head slightly to look back at the blonde that was currently asleep in his seat. A small smile formed on his lips, turning his brown eyes back to the controls for the jet.
"Yeah. Maybe once we get back to the mansion, we should let him get to bed early." Scott suggested, keeping his eyes trained on the sky in front of him.
While the two teens were talking about school related matters, Charles allowed his thoughts drifted back to his conversation with the pale teen's mother right before they left.
(-)
Charles and Rosella watched the two teens load Mike's belongings into the back of the van that Charles had brought for the trip. Jean sat in the driver's seat, watching them load the truck from the rear view mirror.
"Charles, there's something I want to ask you before you go." The blonde woman said in a hushed voice. Charles turned his wheelchair face her and give his complete attention.
"Yes, Rosella?" He asked kindly.
Rosella smiled weakly, quickly stealing a glance at her son's back as he talked with Scott about something. Turning her gaze from his back, she looked into the telepath's warm brown eyes.
"I was wonder if you could keep me informed on his progress, both academics wise and on how he's coming along with his powers?" She asked softly. Charles smiled knowingly at her, nodding at her request as she smiled at him.
"Of course, Rosella. If there's anything else you wish to know, please feel free to call me." He said, handing her a card with the number of his office. A smile appeared on the woman's pale lips as she took the card and firmly shook hands with him.
"Thank you, Charles. I know my son is in capable hands." Rosella said smiling. If anyone was going to help her son with his powers, it would be this man right in front of her. "Should you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask me personally."
"Oh, that won't be necessary Rosella." Charles retorted smiling.
The pale woman chuckled at his modesty. "Oh but I insist. I mean you're helping my son, it's the least I could do."
"Mom?"
The two adults turned at the timid voice to see Mike standing a few feet away, afraid that he had interrupted their conversation. He looked into his mother's warm sapphire eyes, as if he was searching for something.
Before either of them knew it, he closed the gap between them by wrapping his arms around her to hug her around the middle. The older blonde looked surprised at this sudden display of affection.
Nevertheless, Rosella wrapped her arms around her teenage son. She held him close to her body as he buried his face in her shoulder. She gently rested one of her hands on the back of his head, gingerly stroked the back of his head.
"Hehe, I can't believe my little boy is leaving me so soon." She teased lightly. She felt Mike hugged her a little tighter, which she returned with a smile. "When did you become so grown up?"
"Mamma, I'm not a little kid anymore." The blonde retorted softly. As he raised his head slowly from his mother's shoulder, he looked directly into her sapphire orbs. "I'll only be gone for a few months at the most, and then I'll be back. I'll be sure to call you a few times a month to keep in touch with you."
The older blonde smiled lovingly at him. "Oh, I know you will dear."
The two blondes slowly pulled away from their embrace smiling, Rosella held her son's shoulders as she looked him over once more. She moved her hand to gently caress left side of Mike's face. And before he could move back, she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his pale forehead. As she pulled away, his face turned an unattractive shade of bright red.
"Mom!" The blonde groaned.
Rosella laughed softly at her son's bright red face, while he glared at her with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. The sound of faint chuckling was heard behind them, causing Mike to crank his head to the side.
His eyes zeroed in on Jean, who had at some point gotten out of the van and was currently standing by Scott. She had an amused look on her face as the blush on his face seemed to grow darker in color.
"You find something amusing?" Mike asked, a small hint of annoyance in his voice.
Jean's smile only seemed to grow. "Oh, I don't know what you mean~"
The blonde teen snorted in annoyance, turning his eyes back to the man that would help him with controlling his powers. He had overheard the beginning part of the conversation between his mother and the telepath.
What really caught his attention was when she mentioned about academics, in addition to learning how about his powers. Would that mean he'd have to worry about school, on top of learning how to control his powers?
Charles must have seen the look of uncertainty on his face, and offered him knowing smile. "Let me put your mind to ease, Mr. Soletta. I would never force you to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable. Once you feel that you have a good enough handle on your powers, we can talk about enrolling you at the local high school."
Mike sighed in what sounded like relief.
"Well that's a load off my mind." The blonde teen muttered sarcastically.
Scott smirked at the pale teen, having heard his sarcastic tone. "At least wearing uniforms aren't mandatory at Bayville High, not yet anyway."
"Good, I was starting to get tired of wearing the same thing five days a week." Mike chuckled tiredly. Jean and Scott laughed at the teen's melodramatic declaration, while Charles and Rosella smiled at the blonde.
(-)
"...Professor?"
The telepath was pulled out of his thoughts by a sudden voice calling to him. Turning his head, Charles was met by his reflection in a pair of ruby colored sunglasses. He didn't need his telepathy to tell that there was something that Scott wanted to talk to him about.
"My apologies, Scott. I wasn't paying attention, what were you saying?" Charles asked calmly.
Scott's eyebrow rose slightly at his mentor's sudden lack of attention. Turning his head back to the controls, Scott turned the auto-pilot on before stretching his stiff arms. "I said, we should be arriving at the Institute in forty five minutes. Due to a forming storm in the Atlantic, we should be expecting some minor turbulence, but nothing serious."
"I see. Have there been any transmissions from the mansion?" He inquired, turning his attention back to the controls of the jet.
Jean glanced at the back of his seat in concern. "No, we haven't received anything. Professor is everything alright? You've been rather quiet since we got back on the Blackbird."
The older telepath debated whether he tell them about the exchange between him and Rosella, but quickly decided that they shouldn't get involved in the blonde's family matters. He didn't want to risk letting anything slip to blonde teen currently sleeping in the second row.
Despite his feelings that the teen having the right to know about his father, it really wasn't his place to disclose such information to him. There was still something bothering him, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Yes Jean, everything's fine." Charles said, forcing a fake smile. "I was merely contemplating about what kind of training would be most suitable for Michael's kind of powers."
"Why?" Scott asked, stealing a glance at the sleeping teen behind him.
Charles turned his eyes to his first student. "Well as you know Scott, Michael's powers are similar to Storm's. The most extreme emotions, such as anger and frustration, are to be avoided at all cost."
He paused for a moment to find the right words to describe this, without leaving any crucial detail out. "If his powers are anything like her, he ruins the risk of being losing all control and be consumed by the very power he wields."
"So, in order to prevent this, Mike has to keep a lid on all of his emotions to avoid losing control?" Jean speculated curiously. If that was true, then he wouldn't be able to express anything without running the risk of losing control.
"No, not all of his emotions Jean. He should be able to express certain emotions. It's the stronger emotions that we should be wary of." Charles explained calmly. Jean almost got it, but she just needed to think on a bigger scale. "But the chances of this happening can be avoided with the proper training, and how well he can keep his other emotions in check."
"From what I've seen first hand on his balcony, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that." Scott muttered humorlessly.
An uncomfortable silence filled the cockpit, the three awake occupants looked over to the blonde as he continued to sleep. They could hear his faint breathing as he shifted in his sleep.
"Actually Professor, while we're on the subject about his powers, what would you exactly call his type of 'telekinesis' that Jean described to us?" The brunette asked curiously. "From what Jean told us, he used darkness to pick up and throw a chair at her."
Aside from witnessing the blonde manipulate what he believe to be gravity, he only saw this other power as a black outline on the blonde's hands.
"While I'm not exactly familiar with this form of 'telekinesis', it would be appear that Michael can use darkness in the same manner as Jean with her telekinesis." The older telepath said, folding his hands together so he could rest his chin on them. "However, what I am familiar with is the ability to manipulate gravity, or Gravitokinesis as it's formally called, that you described to me earlier Scott."
Jean cocked her head in interest at the foreign word. "Gravitokinesis? Isn't that one of Blob's powers?"
Charles merely shook his head. "Not exactly, Jean. Aside from Blob's enhanced powers of strength, durability and endurance, his powers grants him a 'personal' gravity field that keeps him immovable as long as he remains on the ground. In Michael's case and most Gravitokinetics, they can generate or manipulate existing gravity itself to various extents."
"So, the kid can control darkness and gravity together? Why do I get the feeling that we're dealing with a black hole?" Scott mused, shaking his head. Charles merely chuckled at the brunette.
"That's a good way to summarize it, Scott. A black hole is said to be made of these two elements." Charles stated calmly. "From what we've seen so far, Michael's ability to control darkness and gravity could be seen as a black hole."
"So, in a sense, we can consider Mike to be a pseudo black hole in human form?" Jean mused, rubbing her chin as if she was pondering on the matter.
The jet rocked slightly against the strong winds of the Atlantic Ocean, drawing the three occupants out of their conversation. The clouds were no longer their usual cotton white, but a light gray color. They were so deep in conversation that they hadn't noticed the rain lightly hitting against the glass of the cockpit.
Turning his attention back to the controls, Scott disengage the Blackbird's auto-pilot. Reaching over to the nearest control console, the brunette teen pressed a few buttons on the console. The lights in the cockpit began to adjust automatically, restoring light to the currently darkened cockpit.
It only took a second for the three awake occupants to adjust to the change in lighting. However, the sudden change in lighting also earned a pained groan from the sleeping blonde.
"Who turned the l-lights on?" Mike groaned, his voice slurred by sleep.
Jean tried to hold in her snickering at the blonde teen's groggy tone, but failed. The blonde glared at her with a mix annoyance and disorientation as he roughly rubbed his stinging eyes. In attempt to adjust to the change in lighting, Mike slowly squinted his eyes to block out the offending light from shining into his sensitive eyes.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty. How was your nap?" Jean teased lightly.
The blonde rolled his eyes at her, uncurling his body to stretch his legs out. He blinked a few more times, his icy blue eyes finally adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lights.
"I was, until somebody turned the sun on!" He grunted tiredly. Sending a glare to the brunette teen sitting up at front of the jet. Looking out his window, the pale teen stared blankly at the now light gray clouds. "Where are we?"
"We're still flying over the Atlantic. But if we keep going at the speed we're going, we should reach our destination roughly in about ten to twenty five minutes." Scott explained casually.
Mike simply nodded to himself, turning to look out the window again to watch the raindrops slide down the glass of the window. Mike smiled to himself, he was one of the very few people that didn't mind the rain, but actually enjoyed it.
He loved the way it felt on his skin, how it ran through his hair as he walked back and forth from school. When he thought about it, the rain always made him feel calm and at ease. Mike vaguely remembered something his mother once told him about rain, when he was still a young boy.
"Well dear, the reason why it's rains is because the heavens themselves are weeping." She had said.
'Because the heavens are weeping'? Mike thought, rolling his eyes.
His mother did have an 'interesting' way of describing certain things, but then again he was just a little kid when he asked her. He wouldn't have been able to understand the concept of evaporation when he was just four years old.
Maybe it was just her way of simplifying it for him, so he would be able to understand it. He chuckled quietly, thinking about how innocent and naïve he had been back then.
Those days were simple, back when nothing really matter. Mike thought sadly.
Back then everything was so much better; he didn't have a care in the world. But then again, everything wasn't all sugar and rainbows. Now all he really cared about was finding out the truth about his father and why his mother wouldn't tell him anything.
You're out there somewhere, and I will find you. He thought, glaring at his reflection in the window.
"Hey Mike? Are you paying attention?"
The blonde jumped slightly, drawing himself out of his thoughts. It was then that he noticed that it had stopped raining, and all that remained on the window were leftover rain droplets. Turning his head from the window, Mike saw Scott looking back at him from over his shoulder.
Mike chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Uh s-sorry, I kinda zone out there for a moment. What were you saying just now?"
Scott raised an eyebrow at the blonde. Shrugging his shoulders, Scott turned his eyes back to the controls. He couldn't tell whether Mike was being serious or if he was purposely ignoring them. Well either way, he had the half-Italian half-Japanese teen's attention now.
"I said, we'll be landing very soon." Scott repeated simply. "Everything okay back there? You've been pretty quiet for quite a while now."
Mike looked out his window and sure enough he could see the shoreline of the eastern coast of the United States. From what he could see, they were flying high above a cornfield in the countryside.
Mike shrugged off the brunette's concerns. "It's probably just jet lag."
Scott seemed to buy that and let the matter drop, much to the blonde's relief. Leaving him to go back to his own thought, Mike soon thought about how he would be in a new environment any minute now. In a place filled other hormonal mutant teenagers and a group of absolute strangers, who he had just met not even three hours ago.
I'm doomed. He groaned.
(-)
I'm doomed. Rogue thought sourly.
Today was the day of her huge biology midterm exam, an exam that she had spent the last three days studying for. And here she was, falling asleep right in the middle of it!
All because of that annoying roommate of hers, who wouldn't shut up about the new student. This was a very important test for Rogue, and apparently that didn't seem to sink into that empty waste of space her roommate called a brain.
I'm guessing the phrase, 'Shut up, or I'll go vamp on you' must be some kind of foreign language to her. She mused, darkly. She angrily shaded in the answer bubble on the scantron sheet for question twelve. Oh for god's sake, what am I stupid? I'd fail this exam for sure, if I had to listen to her airheaded blabbering in my head.
Briefly thinking back to last night, Rogue had been sitting at her desk studying, while the petite brunette talked a mile a minute about the new 'European hottie' that the Professor went to recruit. She really couldn't care less about the valley girl's incessant babbling, but after awhile it was starting to get irritating.
She sighed to herself tiredly.
Quickly thumbing through the exam pages, she smirked to herself smugly. She knew most of the material on here, all except maybe five or six questions near the end that she couldn't answer completely. But she had this midterm in the bag! Briefly going back to answer sheet, she noticed a pattern in her answers. The last four questions she had answered were all choice B.
I don't know if this Prof. is in love with letter B or I'm probably just seeing things. Rogue scoffed, rolling her eyes. Filling in the next three answers, Rogue glanced at the clock out of the corner of her eye.
It read 10:20. Good that gave her another thirty four minutes left to finish the test before lunch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a few students who were still struggling with the first two pages. She whizzed through the remaining multiple choice with relative ease, before flipping to the final page of the midterm. The last few questions were write a paragraph to answer the question.
She frowned, reading the first question. I may not be able to answer them completely, but at least I can get partial credit for putting something down.
Rogue spent the next twenty minutes scribbling down as much as she could remember for each question. It was better than leaving them blank, and getting no credit at all. With a tired sigh, Rogue put her pen down and went to inspect her work. After quickly double checking her answers, Rogue flipped the answer sheet over and set it down in the top right corner of her desk.
She watched blankly as her biology teacher picked up her exam and scantron, taking them up to her desk at the front of the room. Placing the test on her desk, the thirty year old teacher skimmed through her answers with a neutral look.
Glancing up at the clock on the side of the room, she turned her dark brown eyes to the rest of the class. "Alright class, it's just about 10:40. For the ones that aren't done, you only have about fourteen or so minutes left to finish your exams."
The southern teen sighed to herself and leaned back in her chair, waiting to be dismissed for lunch. Turning her gaze from her desk to the front of the room; she locked eyes with the biology teacher, who motion with her head for her to go.
"Good ahead, Rogue." She said, a small smile on her lips.
Sending the teacher a grateful smile, Rogue wordlessly slid out of her seat and made a beeline for the door.
Adios suckers. Rogue thought, closing the door to the biology room behind her.
After making a quick stop at her locker, the Goth teen calmly made her way to the lunch room. Along the way, she passed one of math rooms where she saw Bobby sitting with his head face down on his desk. The southern teen watch the elderly math teacher walk over to the dirty blonde teen's desk.
She heard the loud snapping sound of a ruler hitting flesh, and a loud pain filled yelp fill the air. The dirty blonde teen's head shot up from his desk, gingerly cradling his now stinging wrist with a pain filled grimace. The southern belle chuckled to herself as she continued on down the hall.
"Poor sap, that'll teach ya to sleep in class." She smirked darkly. Rogue made a mental note to tease the ice making prankster about his 'beauty' mark later.
The halls were quiet for the most part, aside from the occasional squeaking noises from her shoes sliding against the polished floor. It seemed like she was the only one currently wandering around the hallowed halls of Bayville High.
Walking down the ramp leading towards the cafeteria, Rogue saw a group of jocks surrounding a cowering teen over in the far corner of the hall.
"Bunch of jackasses, and here I thought the Brotherhood were the only scumbags around here." Rogue scoffed, glaring daggers at their backs. Picking on someone else just because they had their own insecurities, the very thought of it made her skin crawl.
She opened her mouth to yell at them, but someone beat her too it. The cluster of jocks made a break for it when they heard the shouts of Principal Kelly, who had happened to be walking by. She watched the principal hurry to where the teen that was currently curled up on the floor.
Rogue shot the poor teen a small look of sympathy as Principal Kelly helped the shaken teen to his feet. She knew that teen, he was a member of the school's drama and musical club. The southern teen watched Principal Kelly help the teen limp down towards the nurse's office.
She took this as her cue to continue on her way, before Principal Kelly saw her and demanded an explanation on why she didn't find a teacher sooner.
The brunette girl took the nearest corner, and walked down a small hallway to the cafeteria. Just as she set foot into the cafeteria, the bell signaling the end of Fourth Period went off. The southern teen winced as the shrill ringing filled the once silence room. The sound echoed off the hallowed walls making it louder, than it normally was.
She chose a small area in the corner, after paying for her lunch and sat in silence as students filed in the cafeteria. Picking at her food lazily, she spotted Kurt, Bobby and Kitty out of the corner of her eye heading towards her. Judging from the annoyed look on Kurt's face, she could only assume that it was the valley girl's doing.
"Alright Kitty, we get it!" Kurt huffed, taking his seat next to the southern belle. Bobby sat on the opposite side of the table in front of Rogue, while Kitty took the other spot next to him facing the German teen. "You're very excited about the new student, can we stop talking about it?"
Rogue scoffed, elbowing the dark haired teen beside her. "You have no right to complain fuzz ball. You're not her roommate, so you didn't have to hear her blabbering about it for half the night. So, stuff it blue."
"Well, excuse me for, like, only being excited about having a new student!" The petite girl snorted angrily. The three other teens rolled their eyes at her, clearly exasperated with her.
Bobby snorted. "Yeah, but you don't have to shove it down our throats. Besides have you ever stopped to consider that this person might not want to join?"
"Besides, if I hear you say another word about it, I won't hesitate to go vamp on you." Rogue stated calmly.
But the threat in her voice was clear as day. Kurt and Bobby shifted nervously in their seats. Everyone knew that when the southern teen made threats, she always made sure to keep them.
"Alright, fine. I won't, like, talk about it anymore." Kitty muttered, letting out a defeat huff. She then stabbed her fork into her salad.
The three teens let out a collective sigh of relief, watching the petite girl stab at her food with such newfound ferocity. They went back to eating their respective lunches in silence, vaguely listening to the other teens in the cafeteria chatter abut the latest gossip.
They sat there for the longest time without saying anything until Bobby finally broke it.
"Hey, does anyone know when the Professor will be getting back from Europe?" He asked, wiping the grease off his fingers.
Rogue put her fork down and reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth. "The heck if I know snow cone. I wasn't exactly paying attention last night."
"I think Scott said it wouldn't take them that long." Kurt supplied nonchalantly. "Watch they'll be back way before nightfall.
"Wonder what kind of powers the newbie's got?" Bobby mused aloud, munching a handful of chips. "I hope they have cool ice powers like me."
Kurt groaned irritably, while Rogue shot a withering look in Bobby's direction. The dirty blonde teen visibly paled under her harsh glare.
"Yeah just what we, like, need another person making corny ice puns." Kitty quipped, stabbing at her salad again. Her head shot in annoyance. "Hey! If I'm not allowed to, like, talk about it then why is Bobby allowed?"
"Cause Bobby doesn't know when to keep his dumb mouth shut." Rogue snapped, kicking the boy's leg hard under the table.
"Ow!" He yelped, shooting Rogue an angry glare.
The southern belle smirked.
"So Rogue," Kurt cut in, before it could escalate any further. "How'd you do on your biology midterm?"
The southern brunette rolled her eyes. "For the most part it was a piece of cake. There were maybe five or six questions that I couldn't answer completely. Other than that it was fine."
"Be happy that you're actually passing biology." Bobby groaned miserably. Kitty reached over, lightly rubbed his shoulder in a soothing manner.
"Have you, like, tried asking Mr. McCoy or Jean for help?" She suggested helpfully. "I'm pretty sure they'll be more, than willing to help."
"I really thought that if I did really well on the last test, I'd be finally out of the D range. But I really bombed it badly." Bobby sighed tiredly. He laid his head on smooth wood of the table, letting the cool surface soothe the oncoming headache forming behind his eyes.
"Bobby, just ask Mr. McCoy for help." Kurt retorted, reaching over to pat the other boy's shoulder. "There's no harm in asking for help, especially if you're struggling."
Bobby sighed in defeat. "All right, I'll ask him."
The four teens quietly went back to their lunches, leaving their table once again in silence. That is, until Rogue saw Bobby gingerly rubbing at a small patch of bright pink skin on his wrist. An evil filled smirked appeared on her lips as she watched Bobby rub at it.
"Hey Bobby, been meaning to ask ya. How's math class going?"
"...Shut up."
(-)
Rogue slowly dragged herself through the front door of the institute, closing the glass door behind her with a heavy aggravated sigh. That was probably the most annoying bus ride of her entire life.
Usually, she and some of the other institute kids caught a ride home with either Scott or Jean. But since they both went with the Professor to recruit some kid in Italy, she and the other students were stuck riding the noisy, overcrowded bus to school.
The Prof better have a damn good reason for taking the both of them with him. Rogue thought with irritated grumble. Of all the people to take with him, why did he have to pick the only two students here that can drive?
She let out a loud aggravated growl. Slinging her light bag over her shoulder then proceeded to make her way to the stairs.
Just as she got remotely close to the long carpeted staircase, a small brunette preteen came charging down the stairs at a very fast pace. Not far behind him, a reddish brown dog came running down after him and darted past the unsuspecting southern belle. She watched the dog dash down the corridor on the right side of the stair to hallway leading to the large lounge area of the mansion.
What is it, time to go for a ride in the car again? Rogue rolled her eyes.
The stomp grew louder as she turn her head back to the stairs. The southern teen watched the smaller brunette skip steps before he clumsily stepped on an untied shoelace. He easily lost his balance and went flying downward towards the ground, but Rogue was ready for him.
Throwing her backpack to the side, she positioned herself to catch the shrieking preteen before he could face planted onto the carpeted floor below. He fell into her open arms, sending the two teens falling backwards onto the carpeted floor.
Rogue landed on her butt with a small thud, holding the trembling preteen in her arms. ...Well, better make that two trembling preteens in her arms.
The two identical boys lifted their heads from her shoulders, smiling timidly at the southern belle.
"T-thanks for catching me, or err u-us." They said timidly.
The southern belle scowled disapprovingly at them. "Jamie, what did the Professor tell ya about running down the stairs?"
The two Jamies looked down timidly. "...Sorry."
The southern teen sighed. Not a lot of people knew it, but she had a soft spot for the smaller brunette. He was like the little brother she never had.
"Just try not to do it again, okay sugar?" She said, ruffling the boys' hair.
The two boys nodded nervously. They looked at each other for a moment before one absorbed the other one back into his body. Pushing out of Rogue's arms, Jamie pushed himself to stand up on wobbly legs. He reached out to help the older teen up off the floor.
"So, what's got you and teen wolf in such a big hurry?" She asked, accepting the hand up. She grabbed her previously forgotten backpack and slung it over her shoulder.
An excited smile appeared on the younger teen's face. He took the southern belle's gloved hand, pulling on it eagerly. "The Professor and the others just got back! Come on, the Professor wants us to show him around!"
Oh for god's sake, how did I get roped in playing tour guide? Rogue groaned, allowing Jamie to pull her along.
They went down the corridor that Rahne disappeared down towards the living room. She half-heartedly listened to the smaller brunette talking about the new person. Personally, she really couldn't care less about this new recruit. So this person was from Europe?
Wow, big flipping deal. I don't see why Kitty is making such big deal over nothing really. She thought, rolling her eyes.
The southern belle continued to walk, until she could see Rahne outside the door to the living room, still in her canine form. The two teens joined her outside the closed door as Jamie let go of Rogue's gloved hand and rapped his knuckles lightly on the dark wooden door.
When they didn't receive an answer right away, Rogue took this as her cue to knock loudly on the door. Jamie and Rahne winced as the southern belle's impatient knocking.
"Come in, no need to knock it down." came the tired reply.
Rogue grabbed onto the handle, twisting the knob and pushed the door open. Rahne darted into the room as soon as the door was opened wide enough. While Jamie and Rogue walked into the room at a much slower pace.
Rogue immediately saw someone in the center of the room talking quietly with Charles about something she couldn't make out. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Scott and Jean discussing something by a nearby bookshelf.
It was then that the newcomer paused in mid-sentence, turning his head to look at the three new arrivals. He studied them with a blank expression, almost assessing them for any kind of threat. Rogue stopped short when the blonde's icy blue orbs locked directly onto her.
"Hello, and who might you be?"
6/13/12
Chapter 3 revisions have been made, and double checked. This only leaves chapters 4 & 5 to be looked over and evaluated. I already have an idea about what I want to put down for chapter 6, so please bear with me just a little longer. This currently the longest chapter in the story so far at 6,478 words.
Until next time.
-Cyprin-san.