X-men the Real Story: Chapter nine.
CHAPTER NINE
Disclaimer in Chapter one.
Authors Note: I'm back - and I am so, so so very sorry about how late this is, thankfully I have been writing so I'm a couple of Chapters ahead of myself. :)
On a happier note - I LOVED X3 I think it was way better than the other two, it certainly wasn't perfect and a lot of my favourite characters are under used, but Brett Ratner did a fabulous job! And people loved my Rogue costume so it was all good, enough of the rambling on with the chapter - it's a long one so please enjoy! xx
Charles sat in the observation room above the training room and watched as Jean, Scott and Hank fought robotic enemies on a level six difficulty level – the training room only went up to a level ten at the moment.
Jean stood still then an almost invisible burst of energy shot from around her as she used a telekinetic blast to take out a wave of the enemy, she stood triumphant with a pleased smirk on her pretty face.
Scott looked at Jean with admiration before twisting the side of his visor then pressing the side allowing a huge blast of pure red energy out of his eyes blowing away the enemy leaving only smouldering ashes.
Hank was hanging from the rafters before letting out a loud roar, he flew down from the ceiling with a single bound and landed on one of the enemy squashing them flat. He then pounced on another enemy and threw them bodily across the room into another group – taking out at least ten others.
Charles smiled proudly and decided that once Logan returned with the newest addition to the mansion then he would pitch his idea to the group and see what they think.
Ororo sat in the car next to the gruff man who had collected her, he was certainly handsome in a rugged sort of a way, he was shorter than most men, yet physically imposing, he had broad shoulders and a muscled chest and huge arms, he was hairy, he had long hair that stood out at two points on either side of his head, mutton-chops and yet attractive hazel eyes that had a kindness in their depths despite his stern face.
"Do I got something on my face?" Logan asked gruffly not even looking in her direction.
Ororo refused to be embarrassed about staring, she was merely studying him.
"No, I was just studying your features and contemplating on how strange life is." Ororo said honestly.
Logan then looked at her, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
"You're a strange one, you know that?" Logan said with a small smile and Ororo smiled back at him.
"Says the man with the mutton chops." Ororo teased with a smile.
Logan let out a small grunt of laughter, and the two felt a sense of comfort around each other and found there was no need for words.
Charles was still watching the training session when he heard Logan's voice in his head telling him that he and Ororo would be at the mansion in about twenty minutes.
Charles reached over to the intercom and spoke into the microphone.
"Logan has just been in contact; he and Ororo will be here in twenty minutes." Charles announced and he watched with a smile on his face as Jean's eyes widened in excitement and she rushed from the training room to get ready.
Hank smiled as he brushed his fur, it would be nice to have another lady around the place, he hoped to have many discussions with her, he would do all he could to make sure that she adjusted well to life in the mansion.
Scott was in his room, he was wearing his black dress pants, a white shirt and his new black sports coat that Jean had bought for him.
He smiled as he looked in the mirror and combed his hair until it was tidy, he sprayed cologne on and walked from the room to go and see if Jean was ready.
Jean was rushing around her room, she hoped that she had remembered everything, she had wanted Ororo to feel settled in immediately, she had given her the best room in the entire mansion, it was on the very top floor in the right wing, it had a glass ceiling and a door leading out to the flat portion of the roof.
Jean had bought lots of plants to decorate the patio area on the roof.
Jean smiled with excitement and brushed her red hair again until it shone; she applied a little mascara to make her cornflower blue eyes look wider. A little pink gloss to her lips and her look was complete.
Jean took a final look at her green shirt and yellow skirt, she then smiled happy with her look and went to find Scott.
Jean and Scott met in the hallway, Jean smiled softly and took Scott's hand the pair were now a couple although they hadn't yet admitted it out loud, but they enjoyed each others company and wanted to get to know each other better before making any concrete announcements.
"Hey, looking good Slim." Jean said to Scott, this was her affectionate nickname for him.
"You're not looking so bad yourself Red." Scott said with a little grin and made a show out of looking her up and down, he had changed his visor for his glasses so Jean could clearly see his eyes behind the red lenses.
"Don't get fresh with me Slim, I'm not that kind of girl." Jean said playfully and the couple laughed and Scott offered Jean his arm and they walked down the stairs to the main foyer.
The professor and Hank were already there and both were dressed formally in black suits, with crisp white shirts.
"Jean you look very pretty my dear, and Scott you look very smart. I'm proud that this school has you as its ambassadors." Charles said with one of his usual proud smiles.
"Thank-you Charles, that is very kind of you to say." Jean said honestly.
"And you both look spiffy if I do say so myself." Jean said with a happy grin.
The group stood chatting amicably until they heard a car pull into the driveway.
The group all rushed out to the entrance and watched as Logan got out of the car, the passenger side opened and a regal, beautiful woman climbed out of the car, she looked towards the group and smiled and waved.
Jean waved back enthusiastically smiling widely.
"Did I miss the black-tie invitation?" Logan called joking looking at everyone's attire.
"Not everyone dresses as badly as you Jimmy." Scott called with a smirk on his face.
"Watch it one-eye." Logan growled with an eyebrow raised.
Ororo watched the interaction with a smile on her face.
"They do that a lot, it means they missed each other." Hank said with a smile.
"Hello – you must be James Logan – I'm Jean Grey, it's nice to finally meet you." Jean said gently took the gruff Canadian's hand.
"Nice to meetcha too Jeannie." Logan said with a wide smile.
Jean grinned then made her way over to Ororo.
"I'm glad that you're here." Jean said honestly and hugged Ororo.
Ororo gratefully returned the hug.
"I'm very glad to be here." Ororo said truthfully.
"Ororo it is a pleasure to welcome you to the mansion – I am Charles Francis Xavier." Charles introduced himself, holding out a hand.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I wish to thank you for the kind offer of accepting me into your home, as you know I am Ororo – Ororo Munroe." Ororo said with a smile, gently taking Charles hand in her own dainty one.
"Hello my fair lady, it is nice to finally have you home – I am Henry McCoy, you may address me by whatever you please." Hank said formerly and a little shyly he held out one of his giant furry hands.
Ororo studied Hank silently for a moment.
"Henry I must say it is a pleasure to meet you." Ororo said and clasped Hanks hand with both of her own and smiled warmly at him.
"Hey Ororo it's nice to meet you at last – I'm Scott Summers." Scott said with an easy-going grin and held out his own hand which Ororo took and gently shook.
"And you already know me, so I guess we should go in and I'll show you to your room!" Jean said letting out an excited giggle and she grasped Ororo's hand and rushed her into the house.
"Wow, she really did need another girl around." Scott said with a smile.
Logan watched the bundle of red-headed energy rush into the house, if she had been a little older, Scott would have had a fight for her affections, but Logan didn't want to be seen as a cradle robber and he also genuinely liked Scooter.
Ororo had taken one look at her room and had fallen in love, she had been so happy that she had even cried a little, which caused Jean to cry a little, and the men stood and watched bewildered and a little afraid.
The girls had been left alone to chat about things, when dinner came, Jean and Ororo were talking as if they were old friends.
"So Ororo, your name is a very unusual one." Hank stated wanting to know more about the exotic beauty.
"Why thank you Henry, Ororo was my African Grandmothers name, my mother was also African and my father he was from Maine so I ended up with an African first name and an American last name. I am very proud of my heritage though, I was born in Africa – where I lived until I was nine, then I moved to America, just recently I returned to Africa when I found out that my tribes-people needed my help." Ororo said her voice was melodic and held a trace of her African accent. ((A/N think Ororo's voice from the original cartoon series.))
"That is fascinating." Hank said with honesty, looking completely infatuated with the new addition.
After dinner the entire group made there way to the living room where they all settled down to watch the evening news.
There was the usual anti-mutant hatred and the usual riots, but there was also something much more sinister on the news that night.
A mass grave had been found with at least five hundred dead mutants, recently killed, all had obvious mutations, all had been horrifically murdered.
All signs pointed to the FOH – a new extremist group of thugs who had caused numerous riots and murders all across America.
"Friends of Humanity? What the hell?" Scott spluttered – he was shocked and appalled and felt scared and sick to his stomach all at once.
"Oh my stars and garters, this is just terrible." Hank said his hands over his mouth and his eyes wide – it was bad when mutants were being beaten just for being mutants – but murder? What was this world coming to?
"All those people, murdered for being different." Ororo stated sadly her unusual blue eyes becoming lighter until all that remained was white – outside thunder rumbled and lightning cracked.
"Son of a bitch." Logan said in disgust and sat staring at the news.
"This can't happen – why is this being allowed?" Jean asked in outrage.
"Because there is no-one out there who is inclined to help mutants." Charles said sadly.
"There's you, you're helping mutants." Jean stated.
"That is a very true point my dear, and it leads me to introduce an idea I have been thinking about." Charles said knowing that now was the perfect time to tell the group of his idea and see what they thought.
"Well, I have been watching you all in the training room, and I saw you as a type of policing group, the ones who would fight for the rights of all mutant kind." Charles said quietly, he felt unsure of how this idea would be received.
"I think that, that is a really good idea." Scott said after a moments silence.
"Yeah Chuck, I think that you really have something here." Logan said an intense look on his face.
"We could protect the weaker mutants who have, the weaker powers." Jean said honestly, liking the idea, she knew that they were all powerful and a force to be reckoned with, and the FOH were just thugs.
"Exactly Jean, we would be a vigilante team, we would have to work on our own, the police would be of no assistance, the hatred towards mutants is corrupting the police force and indeed the government. We could help apprehend these thugs, and save those who weren't born with gifts, just mutated appearances." Charles said passionately, warming to the idea.
"I think that, that is a truly inspirational idea, and I would be honoured to be on your team." Ororo said sincerely, seeing each of those brutally murdered people – none were spared, men, women and children alike were all killed.
"I agree wholeheartedly – I would also be honoured to be on your team." Hank said humbly – wanting to see an end to all the violence.
"Yeah Chuck, I got some things to tie up, but soon as it's done, I'll be there for ya." Logan said – he hated people who prayed on the weak, and the FOH bastards were bullies who needed to be put in there place.
"I'm in." Jean said simply, her pretty blue eyes showing sadness and determination and anger.
"So am I." Scott said a hard edge to his voice.
"Thank you." Charles said, moved beyond all belief that everyone had agreed to join immediately.
"We need a name." Jean said after twenty minutes of silence.
"What are you talking about Jeannie?" Logan asked bewildered.
"The team, we need a name." Jean said.
"How about The Fantastic Five?" Scott asked.
"Lame." Jean said with a grin.
"How about Team Kick-Ass?" Logan said mocking Scott.
"How about Logan's Got Stupid Hair?" Scott said rising to the bait.
"How about Scooter's a Pansy-Ass?" Logan grinned.
"How about we all grow up?" Jean said rolling her eyes.
Everyone was glad that the tension had finally lifted.
"Well seeing as it's Professor Xavier's team – how about we call ourselves the X-men?" Ororo asked.
"But what about us girls?" Jean asked.
"Well we'd be included of course – we're strong women Jean, we don't need to segregate ourselves, on the team we would all be equal." Ororo said.
"Let's take a vote then – all those who wish to be called the X-men say so." Logan said gruffly.
The voting was unanimous and the team was named in honour of the man that made it all possible and The X-men were born.
Authors note: SO there we have it another chapter done, I have hand written a lot of the other chapters when I've been at work, so this is going to be a very long series, hope that you can all deal with that.
Ok you guys, I want to say a huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed - you are all super, wonderful, lovely people, I also want to thank the people who have put me on their favourite story list - this story isn't even complete and the fact that people are putting it on thier favourites is amazing - I'll thank you personally next chapter.
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