Author's voice: A certain web head makes an appearance. Based on Micheal 13's request so no flames. Leave some comments.
Greer trembled a little as the plane touched onto the ground. Reminding herself she was in a tube full of people, she smoothed her fur and regained her composure. Standing up from her seat, and wrapping her tail around her leg in case it bumped into anyone, she took her bag and shakily walked off. Painfully enduring all the airport security checks. She heaved a sigh of relief as she FINALLY made it out of the stuffy airport and into the streets of New York. Greer took a deep breath and grimaced a little, her lungs now filled with pollution. "
Maybe this isn't a good idea..." she thought uncertainly as she hailed a cab. It was Christmas and all the X men were at their respective homes celebrating...Even Scott and Rouge the "orphans" had somewhere to go. Scott had gone back with Jean while Rouge with Kurt. Initially Jean had also invited Greer but she knew Scott would have preferred her not being there, as he wanted some REAL personal time with Jean. Besides, Jean's sister had asthma... and was allergic to cats...
Taking all that into consideration, Greer declined. Her first week at the institute alone was boring... Sure there was the Professor and Mr. McCoy but all they did was sit, and chat and sit and chat and upgrade cerybro and sit and chat... In other words, they were BORING... Deciding not to waste the season of holiday and cheer, Greer decided to return to her hometown...Queens, New York...
"New York? Greer, are you sure?" the professor asked in surprise. "Very..." Greer nodded her emerald eyes flashing. "But what for?" Greer sighed, her ears lowering. "Professor...I'm homesick...I want to see Gabriel... I want to see my mother... My friends...I did kind of leave abruptly..." she admitted remembering the night Jean found her cowering in the alleyway, scared out of her wits and injured. It was not a pleasant memory... "But Greer..." "Professor please? I'll pay for my own lodgings, my own plane ticket..." "Greer..." Please Professor I need this..." Greer begged praying for the Professor's approval. Sensing her desperation, he agreed but offered to buy her a plane ticket. Greer smiled a little as she remembered how worried the professor and Storm was when they sent her off to the airport. "Now remember Greer, if anyone acts in decently..." "If anyone tries to touch you..." "If..."Greer rolled her eyes at the two over concerned adults. "I'll be fine...I was raised a New Yorker...I'll survive..." she reassured picking up her bags... Greer snapped out of her trance when a cab finally screeched in front of her. "So beautiful...Where to?" the cab driver asked as Greer entered the cigarette reeking cab. "The Daily Bugle..."
"Why the bugle?" the cabbie asked turning backwards a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. "I have some business to attend to..." she gagged. "God, he's worst than Logan..." she thought while curling her nose in disgust. She whimpered a little as the cab did a sharp turn. "Business, what kind of business?" Greer felt a pang of annoyance. The cabbie was so pushy... "Personal business..." she said coldly adding emphasis on the word personal. The cabbie turned around. Unfamiliar silence filled the cab. Greer looked out of the window and sighed. It had been so long since she came back... She smiled a little when she saw the ever so familiar figure of the statue of liberty. Her memories flashed back to when she was little. Her parents brought her there on her and Gabriel's tenth birthday. Her dad had carried her on his strong shoulders while her mother carried Gabriel. At the top of the statue her parents had embraced them lovingly. "We will always love you..." they swore as they handed Greer and Gabriel individual cupcakes with a single candle on each of them. It was her favorite birthday... Then the memories flashed forward to when Greer just mutated. She remembered standing face to face with her mother. "Stay... Stay away from me! Don't come any closer" her mother had said her face contorted with disgust and fear. "Mum...Don't freak out...Its me..." Greer had attempted to say but that only made her mother start screaming...Greer remembered the wave of emotional pain that hit her when her mother, her own mother, didn't recognize her... It was like someone plunging a knife into her heart. She remembered deciding to run away and that she nearly succeeded if it weren't for Steven who drew out his hunting riffle and shot her twice. She had fell heavily on her side. Her then unfamiliar tail whipping around wildly, hitting anything and everything. She remembered how she chocked and gasped for her air as her hand flew to the wounds in her gut, desperately trying to cover it up, the enticing smell of her own blood filling her lungs, driving her to breaking point. Steven then approached her shaking body. She saw madness reflected in his eyes, along with hate fear and desire... She saw him aiming the riffle one more time, her mother beside him cheering him on and... "Pay up!" Greer snapped out of her trance and shook out her hair to clear her head. Gingerly she reached into her wallet and handed the cabbie her fare. "Keep the change..." she muttered as she gathered her bags.
"Parker!" Peter banged his head on his desk. "Today is not going well..." he thought grumpily as he dragged his feet to hiss boss's office. "You wanted to see me?" he asked patiently while the infamous . Jameson smoked his cigar. "What the hell is this?" he yelled back slamming a stack of photographs onto the table. Peter winced. "Those were the pictures of Spiderman you asked me for..." he protested weakly attempting to un crumple some of the bent photographs which HE had taken. "Spiderman?! That masked menace? The web fiend? Who cares about him?! I want something new! Something fresh! Something spectacular! You know what I'm talking about Parker?" "Y...Yes sir..." Peter glowered still trying to un crumple his precious photographs. Tension filled the air and before Peter could leave, Jameson opened his mouth wide to say more but..."Oh cut the kid some slack Jameson..."