The jet lands, I don't see where, but based on the hydraulic doors in the ceiling I would say were underground. A woman with white hair walks out of the cockpit.
"Professor, Scott is requesting permission to come down and help transport Remy and Jubilee." She says. "I told him to give us time to take care of the girl."
Madalin looks at her. "So the great Cyclops is my father." Realization dawns on her. "Does that mean I will shoot lasers out of my eyes?"Panic laces her voice. "I think I've caused enough damage for one day!"
"No, Madalin, you will not shoot lasers from your eyes anytime soon." The professor laughs, "Eventually yes, but not soon"
Logan smiles "Kid, you ready to meet mutants your own age?"
Madalin nods and he leads her away.
"Professor, how long do you think you can keep Scott from his little girl?" Storm asks softly, "Especially if she looks so much like Jean did when you brought her here."
He laughs, "See now there will be the problem."
Logan leads her down a hallway, turns left and leads her down another. Both hallways look the same to her, metal walls, cold floor. She feels like she's in some secret base, knowing what she does about the x-men makes her think that might be exactly where she is.
Three doors into the second hallway, on the left side, Logan stops. "Here we are. Don't let them intimidate you. They were raised here, you didn't get that luxery. Be careful, and holler if you need anything, someone will hear you." He gestures to the door. "I think you'll be better off if you just walk in as opposed to if you get escorted in."
She nods, and swallows, "Thanks Logan…" and slowly takes a deep breath until she opens the door and steps into what feels like No Man's Land.
Once she opens the door and steps inside all motion within the room ceases. A younger version of the animal is sitting in the corner. A blue boy is hanging from the ceiling, a girl has a ballerina made out of ice in her hand, and two boys are fighting over a dinosaur toy, both wearing sunglasses. The boy handing from the light fixture disappears only to reappear at her side. The two boys slowly put down the dinosaur, and the girl absorbs the ice ballerina back into her hands. The only person who makes no move toward her is the boy in the corner, his book to good to bother looking up for a stupid girl.
"Who are you?" the blue boy asks. "You look like Jean."
"Why are you here?" one of the dinosaur boys asks.
"You look like our mom." The other says.
"Leave her alone," the girl says "Hi, my name is Evelyn Drake. I can walk through walls and make things out of ice."
"What can you do?" the boy from the cornor speaks up and asks, never bothering to look up from his book.
"Um… I caught my entire house on fire." Madalin stammers, never having had this many people focus on her at once.
"Pyro's daughter." Corner boys says smugly, "Not worth my time." He turns a page.
"My name is Madalin Summers." She growls. This announcement shocks the boy out of his book to look up and stare at her. The second their eyes meet he clutch's his head and passes out.