Chapter Three: Sleepless/Magneto's Visitor
And here's Chapter Three! I didn't feel the need to write the scene with Jean, Ororo, and Nightcrawler, aka Kurt Wagner. Now that I brought him up, I wonder if I should include the comics' storyline of Mystique being Kurt and Rogue's mother? Like I said before, I have this whole trilogy written, but do you guys want Mystique to be their mother in this version? If not, I can try to rewrite it. If I do end up rewriting it, though, some major parts of this saga that involve Rogue, as well as serve a purpose to certain parts of the story, are gonna have to go, so keep that in mind.
Bing-a-Ling27: What exactly do you mean by "still on it"? Do you mean still on my previous story? Anyway, thanks for your feedback! I'm glad you like the Scogue relationship and the Scott/Logan bromance.
Guest: Yay! Sundays serve a purpose now! XD
Laura201112: Thank you so much!
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Despite having the comfort of Jean's lingering presence in his bed, Logan was having the nightmares yet again. He kept seeing images of a green-lit lab, x-rays, and hearing soft clinking from dog tags.
"I need you to read my mind again," he heard his own voice say from hours ago.
"I'm afraid the results will be the same as before," said Professor Xavier's voice.
But he also heard distant voices from the men in the lab.
"He'll be indestructible..."
"His entire skeleton..."
"Adamantium."
"Sometimes," he heard the professor's voice again, "the mind needs to discover things for itself."
"Wolverine," said another man's voice clearly.
"No memory. He'll have no memory."
And he was in a tub full of water again, with tubes inserted in his body. He wanted to escape. The next thing he knew, he was out, and heading for the door...
He sat up, sweating and breathing heavily.
He really needed a drink.
Logan walked through the halls, heading for the kitchen. On his way, he heard that the TV was on.
"A dozen tourists in the White House during the attack are still being held for questioning," said a newscaster.
He heard it immediately change channels. He found the TV, and a little boy, simply named Jones, sat on the couch before it, wide awake. Logan watched as the channels changed every time Jones blinked his eyes behind his glasses.
"Can't sleep?" Jones asked, not turning away from the TV.
"How can you tell?" he asked him back.
Jones looked at him. "'Cause you're awake," he said simply.
Logan smirked. "Right. How about you?"
Jones went back to changing the channels. "I don't sleep."
Logan nodded slowly. After this, he headed for the kitchen, to find another student awake, eating ice cream at the island.
"Hey," he said. "You're Logan, right? My friend Rogue's talked about you. I'm Bobby, but you can call me Iceman."
"'Iceman'?" Logan raised an eyebrow. With that kind of codename, it was obvious what this boy's powers were. "Doesn't anyone sleep around here?"
Bobby shrugged. "Apparently not." He watched Logan look in the fridge.
"Got any beer?" he asked.
"This is a school," Bobby deadpanned.
Logan looked at him over his shoulder. "So that's a 'no'?"
"Yeah, that's a 'no'."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Got anything other than chocolate milk?"
Bobby pointed his spoon toward a cupboard. "There should be some soda in that small cupboard."
Logan walked over to the cupboard and picked up a bottle of soda. Walking to the kitchen island, he opened it and was about to take a sip. Feeling that it was warm, and remembering this boy's codename, he handed it to him. Bobby smirked and took the soda, blew some frosty air into it, and handed it back to Logan.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
A security guard rolled Professor Xavier's plastic and glass wheelchair inside Magneto's prison, Cyclops walking close by. When the guard left, Scott went to push the chair himself, but was stopped by another guard.
"I'll take it from here," he said.
Cyclops looked at him suspiciously through his visor.
"It's all right, Scott," the professor assured him.
"Nice shades," said the guard when Cyclops finally stepped back.
"Thanks," he said, his face stoic. He watched the guard roll Professor Xavier away.
Because of Magneto's powers, he had to be placed in a special prison, made entirely out of plastic. To enter his cell, you had to be scanned, as Professor Xavier was, for any kind of metal. If you were clean, you could safely enter. The security guard rolled him through a plastic tunnel towards Erik Lehnsherr's cell.
Erik heard the security guard roll his visitor in. "Charles Xavier. Have you come to rescue me?"
"Sorry, Erik," said Charles as the security guard left them alone. "Not today."
Erik nodded. He, of course, knew his old friend wouldn't be the one to rescue him. He was patiently waiting for Mystique to help him break himself free. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"The assassination attempt on the president," said the professor right away. "What do you know about it?"
"Nothing," said Erik, turning to look at him. "Only what I read in the papers." He smirked. "You really shouldn't have to ask, Charles."
Charles stared at him. "What's happened to you?"
"I've had frequent visitors from William Stryker," he said. "You remember him, don't you?"
Charles slowly wheeled himself towards his old friend. "William Stryker."
"His son, Jason, was once a student of yours, wasn't he?"
"Yes," said Charles quietly. "Years ago. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to help him, at least not in the way that his father wanted."
Erik stood up. "And now you think that taking in the Wolverine will make up for your failure with Stryker's son."
The professor sat back in his wheelchair, looking at him closely.
And there's Chapter Three! I can't help but wonder why the sodas were in a cupboard. Does anyone that wants a soda just go to Iceman to have it chilled? If I actually liked soda, I still would think it's not worth it.
I included the scene with Charles and Erik because I felt it moved my story along nicely enough. I know I said that this story was mainly about Rogue (featuring Cyclops, Wolverine, and Jean), but I wanted to try to give the other characters some attention as well.