Chapter 4

Spock had spent the night in the Baxter Building, where the Fantastic Four lived. There had been some alien who had attacked in the middle of the night, and the Fantastic Four had gone to fight him, but Mr Fantastic had told him to stay inside where it was safer. He also showed Spock the escape route, just in case. It had not been a particularly restful night.

The following morning was spent more peacefully, the alien had been defeated and all seemed to be normal. It was somewhat disconcerting. However, at about midday, Lightspeed returned.

"Julie, you came back!"

"'Course, you didn't think I was gonna leave my Pixie alone did you?" Julie looked tired, weary, and her movements were less fluid than before, suggesting leftover pain. It was not something that should she should be experiencing. Certainly not on Spock's behalf.

"You should not have harmed yourself for me. This is not my world, and you are a superhero."

"Well, first off, if I didn't save your life, I wouldn't be a very good superhero. And second, it doesn't have to be your world for me to save you. I have alien friends."

"It was illogical."

"Maybe. Maybe not. So… were there any side effects to our transfer?"

"None have appeared yet. Mr Fantastic cautions me that they are likely to appear soon if at all. There would be a delayed reaction as the cells would need time to transform. However, that waiting period has reached its approximate end. New developments should happen shortly."

"Okay. So, it's a Saturday so I don't have school. I'm free all day, unless Power Pack needs me."

"Your superhero team."

"Yeah. Oh, hi Mr Fantastic!"

"Here, you haven't eaten anything all day." Mr Fantastic handed Spock a glass cup of water. Spock nodded at him.

"Vulcan physiology does not require as much water consumption as humans. As we live on a desert planet…"

Spock never finished that sentence. Because his cup shattered under his fingers. Spock started in surprise, and dropped the shards of glass, pulling his hand down back into the counter behind him. His hand smashed through the material as though it were water. Spock yanked his hand out and took a few steps forward into the open room, he launched forward, leaving a hole in the floor where he had pushed off with his feet. When he fell to the floor, he didn't move, afraid of what he would do.

"What's wrong with Spock?" Julie cried worriedly.

"I am unsure Lightspeed." Spock replied. "However my physical strength seems to have been greatly increased." Spock tried to stay calm. Julie's next words didn't help.

"Spock I didn't say anything. What's happening?"

"You did say something. You asked what was wrong with me. And I do not know what is happening!"

"Spock I only said I didn't say anything. That time I only thought what's happening!"

Spock's eyes widened. His telepathy was out of control again except… now it was only more powerful. He couldn't tell people's words from their thoughts anymore. That was his last thought before something clicked around his neck, and he lost consciousness.

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When Spock awoke again, he was strapped to a table with some kinds of metal bonds, all kinds of instruments hovering around him. His telepathy was a low buzz in the back of his mind, there but not strong enough to do anything with. There was some noise radiating from an instrument above his head, and he wondered what was happening. Had he done something wrong?

"Spock!" Spock looked over, and saw Julie running over. "You got your powers."

It was so blunt, so… obvious perhaps, such a 'breath of fresh air' as his mother would put it that at first Spock simply stared.

"You do not say."

Julie gave a laugh that mixed with an exhale, and smiled. "Yeah. I say. Your telepathy was superboosted, along with your strength, and senses… you pretty much got all around enhanced. You also seem to have some kind of force field… we have no idea where that comes from. And… we're guessing this comes from me… we think you can fly."

Spock stared. This… was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Flight? And such enhansements… he could barely understand this at all.

"So we've been talking about what to do exactly."

Right. Because he was a problem again. Because he was still managing to cause trouble. What was wrong with him?

"We think this could also maybe solve your-where-are-you-staying problem. We think maybe you could stay with the X - men.