Cyclops stared at the unconscious girl a few moments, puzzled by her words and the way she trembled, even though unaware. Storm walked up to him, and the girl started twitching even more violently. Cyclops said, "Storm, wait. Step back." She complied, and the girl's tremors subsided.
"She's reacting to your presence. I can bring her. You go on. Take her cycle; we'll be along shortly." He turned back to the girl and lifted her easily, taking her back to the professor.
Q
I brought myself slowly to consciousness. Before opening my eyes, I gathered my powers to retaliate if necessary. I hoped that he hadn't caught me. Wait. What am I talking about? Who's "He"? Why is he trying to catch me?
I began to sort my memories, but stopped, shocked to discover that they ended after I left Mrs. Jules' Academy for the Young Bereaved. In other words, orphans. The only other memory was this room.
I opened my eyes and glanced around then tried to lift my head. I had no strength. I was literally paralyzed! I heard a door open behind me, but no footsteps. At the corner of my vision, I saw a floating head. "Can you speak?" the head asked. I tried, and croaked out, "Who are you? Who am I? Where am I?" "Slow down. I am Professor Charles Xavier."
"Professor X." I said. "You're in a wheelchair, aren't you?" He frowned. "Yes..." He said, leaning forward, and steepling his fingers together. "How did you know I am Professor X?"
"I...I...I don't know. I can't remember anything!" The door opened again. Footsteps echoed and a man I had never seen before stood over me. I asked him, "If I have never seen you before in my life, how do I know that you are Scott Summers, they call you Cyclops, and that you love Jean Gray!" I ended on a scream. He glanced at the professor who clarified, "Amnesia."
The professor rolled closer, and asked, "What's the last thing you remember before waking up here?" I frowned in thought, and said, "Leaving the orphanage, - Mrs. Jules' Academy for the Young Bereaved with a man who said he was my uncle."
He rolled around to the head of the table, saying, "Scott, give her the anti-reaction serum for the steroids. I'm going to read her, and see what we can find."
His hands encircled my head, while Cyclops slipped an IV into my arm. Images flashed through my head, then cut off like a bad movie. The professor sighed and said, "I knew it." I decided I didn't want to know what he knew, and changed the subject. "What are the steroids for?"
He looked relieved and told me, "You are a water power, and reacted to Storm's electricity. The steroids cut the reaction, but have a side effect of paralysis. But, I have to caution you: heightened emotion with make you make reactive to her electricity. The steroids should last for at least six months, but heightened emotion will dampen their efficiency temporarily. The serum will restore your function. But in the meantime, I need you to come with me, so you'll have to be carried. There's no other option."
I began to protest, but he cut me off, saying, "Scott, it'll have to be you, Logan, or Kurt. I would rather you take care of those exams, so find one of the others." Cyclops said, "Kurt's right down the hall. Where do you want her?"
The professor shook himself out of reverie, and answered, "Oh, uh, over in the lab room, I want to study the water reaction." As he left the room he called back, "And have Kitty set her up a room!" Scott glanced at me and said, "Be right back." He left and I tried to regain my memory.