Before I start the chapter I would like to thank everyone who has viewed my chapter. but you are still not reviewing that's what I look forward to so if you could humor me and tell me what you think. I apologize if you found the last few chapters a little slow. I wanted to start off giving a good view of my OCs personality. Stay tuned things will pick up.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men or any marvel related characters. But Marvel does not own David haha. Not that I wouldn't gladly sign over any rights to him if the great and powerful Stan Lee so much as shook my hand.
Chapter 4: The big mistake
David awoke the next morning, while still having been completely exhausted, to a knock at the door.
Who the hell could it be at this hour? He thought, while groggily glancing at the green, blinking numbers and reading the time as already being eight o'clock in the morning. He groaned in response, and slowly climbed out of bed to open the door, not realizing that the towel that was wrapped around his waist came loose in the night.
David opened the bedroom to door to an immediate surprised scream.
"Oh my god, what are you doing!? Cover yourself!" A very red faced Kitty said, whirling around in order to avert her eyes, and hide her show of embarrassment.
"Sorry, must have forgotten to put pajamas on before I fell asleep." Came David's very non-ashamed apology.
"Well, are you going to put clothes on?" Kitty asked, having not heard the door close again.
"Are you going to look at me when you're talking to me? It would be rude not to." Kitty immediately stiffened in response, clearly not wanting to execute such an act. David laughed out loud in amusement at the girl's embarrassment for this situation.
"Not until you put clothes on." She remarked in a firm manner.
"Suit yourself. So what's up?" David asked while shrugging slightly in a nonchalant manner.
"Are you seriously not going to put clothes on?" Kitty nearly screamed in frustration.
"Look this conversation is going nowhere, and sooner or later someone else is going to come along. You think you're embarrassed now..." David left the rest to be conjured up by her imagination.
Kitty turned around, face now near to the color purple, and tried her best not to look down. All of which she failed miserably at.
"Look, the Professor asked me to come retrieve you. That's all. He said that he wants to speak with you in his office, so unless you plan on going like that…?" she points accusingly at him, making David crack a small grin. "I would suggest that you get back inside, and put some clothes on.
"Ok now was that really that hard." David said smirking before adding. "Wanna come on in?" He opened his door just a bit wider as an invitation.
"No! Just please, hurry." Kitty said as David walked back into his room. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, her eyes dropped down and Kitty mentally scolded herself for looking at his ass. "Ohhh boy!" Kitty mentally sighed to herself in exasperation. "This is going to get interesting."
David returned to the hallway now fully clothed. He was wearing a pair of straight leg jeans, a tight plain black tee that left nothing to the imagination, and a pair of leather boots.
"Shall we go?" David asked offering Kitty his arm, which she cautiously accepted, not quite knowing what to make of this possibly new student.
The two walked along the hallway, before the curiosity finally got the better of Kitty. "So what kind of powers do you have?" She asked somewhat offhandedly, yet the genuine curiosity on her face confirmed that she had put some previous thought into this certain topic.
"Isn't asking a mutant such a question considered rude?" David asked while raising a brow in question. He was having fun toying with the small brunette.
"I'm sorry, I guess when you've lived in a school filled with mutants, it isn't really seen as being rude. I shouldn't have just-" Kitty began to apologize before being promptly cut off by David.
"Relax its fine. I know that we barely know each other, but does anything about me seem shy to you?" Kitty furrowed her brows and questioned if he was just playing with her. The serious expression on his face suggested otherwise, and she decided that he truly wanted an answer.
"No, definitely not." She answered with a small smile of amusement, after thinking over what had happened earlier.
Well to be honest with you, I'm not even sure what my powers are, or how they work. It's still all a mystery to me, but as soon as I figure it out, I'll be sure and let you know. How about you? What kind of amazing gift do you have?"David asked while still walking arm in arm with Kitty. Or so he thought.
Kitty just stood back, waiting and watching with a slight twinge of amusement as David continued to walk down the hall without her. His arm was still poised outward, and without her there standing by his side, the sight proved to be hilarious. Finally, he realized that she was no longer with him, and he stopped in momentary confusion. Turning, he looked back at her with an inquisitive expression written on his face.
"Sorry," She said apologetically, while inclining her head toward his still poised arm, to which he dropped quickly. I guess without seeing it, it can be hard to know what my powers are. I can phase through solid objects." Kitty explained before walking back towards him, and putting her hand through his chest. David jumped back in surprise, and fell against a door.
There was a grumble behind the door that could be heard, before it opened. A very irritated Logan now stood in the doorway.
"Kitty, what did I say about bugging me before nine?" Logan asked with a low growl and narrowed eyes.
"You said not to do so, unless I wanted to find out if kitties really have nine lives." Kitty answered in a frightened manner. Logan confirmed that she was correct with a curt nod, before crossing his arms across his chest in an intimidating gesture.
"Relax Grandpa. It was my fault. She just surprised me, and I stumbled back into your door. It was only an accident." David stepped in on the conversation.
"Grandpa? Watch it Bub, I don't think that it's such a good idea to be insulting the guy who's going to be training you today kid." Logan warned in amusement, while pointing directly at David.
"Training!? What do you-?" Yet, before David was able to fully question Logan, Kitty had begun to drag him down the hallway in a hurry.
"Okay, rule number one. This is important, so listen carefully. Don't piss that man off, or else you'll have hell to deal with. If you can do that, than you just may survive." Kitty told him as she continued to drag him all the way to the Professor's office.
"Why. What'll happen?" David merely asked.
"Trust me, you don't wanna know." She remarked with an urgent shake of her head.
"What did he mean by the train-?" He began once again, hoping to get an answer, only to be cut off once more. This time it was done by Xavier who was in his head.
"Katherine, David, please come in." Said Charles' voice.
Kitty grabbed David's arm, and pulled him with her through the door.
"Can you please warn me the next time that you plan on doing that Kitty? You as well Professor. It's a little unnerving." David remarked, while rubbing his head with slight unease.
"Sorry." Kitty said.
"My apologies David. I have so many seasoned students in this school, that it's easy to forget how someone so new to everything around here can feel uncomfortable." The Professor said apologetically.
"It's ok, I'll get over it. Now, what did you want to speak to me about Professor?"
David asked from his standing position while glanced around at the warm décor of the office.
"First thing first, you are nearly eighteen now, and not yet a student. I feel that from what I have observed about you, that you would be much more comfortable on a first name basis, so please call me Charles." Xavier said amused as David casually strolled around the office taking in his surroundings.
"How does Chuck sound to you." Asked David, earning a surprised look from Kitty and a chuckle from Xavier.
"It's perfectly acceptable." Charles answered glad that the boy was still able to surprise him. He got accustomed to being able to figure out many students within minutes.
"OK, so what's the deal Chuck?" David asked again before dropping onto the sofa that sat against the wall opposite the large window.
"As far as I know, you believe your powers to be a form of telekinesis. Is that correct?" Asked Xavier as he rolled from behind his desk so that he could face the young mutant.
"Yeah, but I really don't know much about it. I seem to use my hands and not my mind to move objects. Actually, I was hoping that you could tell me more about it." David explained while pointing at the Professor, and then himself.
"Well without running a few tests first, we can't really know for sure. And you have yet to use your powers in front of me." Charles stated.
"Honestly, I'm not sure how to operate them. During the times I have used them, it was in self-defense and it just sorta happened." David said with a shrug and immediately had a flashback to when he had used them at the party.
"That's typically how it starts. The more that you exercise yourself in using these powers, the more you will discover just how it is that they work, you will then be able to call on them at will, or even prevent yourself from using them given the certain situation you find yourself in." Charles explained.
"So you mentioned tests..." Charles immediately caught on, and explained his intent involving the tests.
"Yes, if it's alright with you, I would like for Hank to attach electrodes to you. Then we will try and force your powers to surface. Also I would like to take an MRI of your head in order to see your brain's functionality. That will be to determine if you have any increased psychic activity." David frowned at this.
"Why would I have increased psychic activity?" He asked with piqued interest.
"Telepaths and telekinetic mutants often do, as a result from the mutation being one of the mind." The Professor stated.
"That makes sense. I guess I'm not really comfortable with the MRI, but you have given me no reason to distrust you. If you think it will help, then let's do it." David replied, clapping his hands together and pursing his lips.
"I admire your determination. Let's say we get the worst out of the way first. Follow Kitty, she will show you the way to the med lab where Hank will be waiting for you. That is, unless you have any questions for me?" The Professor wheeled his way closer to David.
"No I don't think so, let's just get this over with." David said with a sigh.
"Ok Very well. I have to finish up a few things here. I will meet up with you and Hank later."
"Ok, see you Chuck." David said as he got to his feet and began making his way back towards Kitty.
"Bye David. And thank you Katherine." Charles smiled, waving the two off as the departed from his office.
Kitty walked through the door, yet David still had to opt for opening it the old fashioned way, before proceeding in following her. They headed to the elevator. Once the doors reopened in order to allow them to exit, David found himself in the sub-basement that he had glimpsed while being on the Jet. They came to a shiny metal door, Kitty then punched in a code on an electronic keypad, and the door slid open revealing a sterile hospital room with state of the art medical equipment.
"Hello Katherine." Said the blue, furry ape-man known as Hank McCoy.
"Hi Hank, how are you today?" Kitty said with a slight wave in greeting.
"As wonderful as one can be." Replied a cheerful Beast.
"Why is he so happy?" David asked Kitty in a whisper as he leaned in closer for her to hear him, all the while his eyes were trained solely on the blue mutant who was going over some medical forms.
"He's always happy, but he gets extremely excited whenever he gets to run some tests." Kitty replied.
"Wonderful." David replied under his breath a bit uneasily. "Hello Hank, it's nice to see you again, although I wished this little visit wasn't because I have to get hooked up to some machines."
"David it is a pleasure to see you again. These tests may be slightly annoying, but I assure you that they will help us determine the capabilities of your powers and what they may be." Hank glanced at David over the rim of his glasses. It almost seemed as if he was mentally taken measurements of David's body. David shuffled from one foot to another anxiously.
"Yeah, I understand it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." David remarked, eyeing the rest of the equipment in the room.
"I suppose your right young man, shall we get started?'' The man was just too excited for David's liking, but he figured that a man who enjoyed his job was more likely to make less mistakes than a man who didn't.
"Whatever gets this done and over with." David said, already pulling his shirt up over his head and grabbing the hospital gown that Hank was extending toward him.
David proceeded to lay down on the platform that extended out from the actual MRI machine. Once settled, the platform began to electronically draw itself, and David back into the heart of the machine. He had lain perfectly still as was instructed of him, when Hank's voice came over a speaker.
"Try to think of what you had felt when you first used your gifts." Hank instructed hoping to increase ay results he could receive.
David laid there, thinking of the fight and how he had felt when it had happened.
Hank sat in the observation room, watching a single monitor that showed him David's brain activity when Professor Xavier rolled on in.
"How is our boy doing Henry?" Charles asked anxious to see if Hank had any new information to offer.
"Well he isn't showing the increased psychic activity we expected. Given the information that we have, I don't believe his powers are of telekinetic origin." Hank answered seeming slightly disappointed but knowing at the same time there is the possibility to discover something that may be much more uncommon.
"So what do you think his gifts may be?" Charles then asked rolling to the monitors to see the David's brain activity for himself.
"I'm afraid that there is not much of a chance in telling what they are without seeing him use them." Hank informed the elderly gentleman.
"Any information regarding his healing abilities?" Charles questioned hoping for one shred of good news.
"Healing abilities? I was not informed of this. Healing abilities are extremely rare for a non-feral." Hank said picking up his note pad and adding healing factor to it.
"Yes, apparently the scuffle that he had gotten into resulted in a broken nose, which he proceeded to reset himself. And by the next morning there was no bruising or pain resulting from the injury received." Charles explained before turning to look through the glass at David again.
"Stay here a moment, and watch the monitors Charles. I have an idea."
Hank entered the med lab and walked on over to David.
"David I am going to attempt to do something in order to increase results. Please remain calm." Hank informed David not wanting him to panic.
"Ok Hank." David replied uneasy not knowing what to expect as he couldn't see what was happening.
Hank extended one of his claws, and scratched open a wound on David's leg.
"Ow! Hank did you just cut me?" David cried out in surprise.
"Remain calm my boy." Hank said as he returned to the observation room.
Hank took a look at the monitor and smiled widely. David's brain patterns shifted slightly. Hank and Charles looked at his wounds healing in the conjoining room.
"Incredible." Hank said as he resumed his place in front of the monitors.
"What can we learn from this Henry?" Charles questioned Hank's obvious excitement.
"Well it seems that his healing factor is not a typical healing factor. It seems to stem from his mutation in some way, but it has to do with his mind which differs from Logan's who has it in his blood. Plus David's doesn't seem to be nearly as fast as Logan's" Hank explained trying to make sense of the reading increase.
"That is quite fascinating." Charles smiled.
"Yes, but I'm afraid we won't know any more until we can see his powers in action." Hank said. Then he pressed a small read button and spoke into a a small microphone. His voice could be heard in the other room. "David, I think we are done here."
"Thank god." Came David's reply happy the test was over with but now nervous to see what they had in store for him next. David got up off of the MRI table and joined Hank and Charles in the observation room of the med lab.
"While we did get some unusual readings from your brainwaves when your leg healed, the rest seemed as normal as any other human." Hank explained. "It seems you do have a type of healing factor different from anything I have ever seen."
"I must say David, your gifts are quite unusual, even by mutant standards." Stated Charles.
"So the test taught us absolutely nothing?" David's brow furrowed slightly in disappointment.
"Very little I'm afraid, at least until we get scans while you use your powers. When we get those results we may be able to make a connection. It seems there is a lot to learn from a case such as yours. As soon as you're ready, I'd like to begin." Hank informed him eager to get started.
"Begin what?" David questioned.
"As we speak, I have Logan setting up an exercise in the danger room in which we can try to force your powers to surface. Now I must warn you, we do not call it the danger room for nothing. While we have minimized the risk in entering the room, it does not mean that there is none whatsoever." Hank explained hoping not to turn the boy away from the tests to come.
"Danger room huh? Sounds like fun. Let's go." David said, eagerly replacing the hospital gown with his own clothes. Any place other than the Med lab was good enough for him, and perhaps safer.
David followed Hank, who kept rambling on and on about normal brain patterns and what he experienced in seeing David's mind. David was only half listening, and was understanding even less as he anxiously allowed for Hank to lead the way. The trip seemed never ending to David who was both a little excited and scared to be using his powers again. He didn't know if he even could use them, or even knew how to use them for that matter. He hoped it would be like his healing factor and that it would just kick in when he needed it, but how would he ever learn control like that?
He desperately wanted… No. He needed control. There was no way that he could continue life with his powers just kicking in whenever they wanted. He absolutely refused to pose any possible danger to those close to him.
Hank reached another metal door, after walking down what seemed to be a mile long corridor. He punched in a code to the doors control panel, and it slid open the same way as it did with the med lab's own doors. David followed Hank inside, only to see Logan standing there with a lot of baseballs in a bag by his feet and nothing else in the room.
"David, Logan here will be helping you to surface your powers as we don't know the risk involved. Logan is far from invulnerable, but he has an incredible healing factor and an even higher tolerance for pain. This is why we choose him to be the one to work with you." Hank smiled at the young man.
"Don't hold back kid, let your powers go. Trust me. You can't do anything to me that hasn't already been done." He remarked in a dark, low tone. It sent a slight shiver down David's spine, His statement implied that this man had lived through and seen many treacherous things.
"I don't even know if this will work. I have virtually no experience in using my powers." David said wondering how he was expected to just call forth his powers.
"That's why you mustn't hold back David. Now before I let you get started, I will be heading to the control room to set up the program in order to observe your first training session." Hank explained as he began making his exit from the room.
"Ok, see you Hank." David waved before turning back to the man before him.
"Beat it furball." Logan said roughly, but the smirk on his face conveyed his full intent to make this little exercise interesting. Hank looked back at David somewhat hesitantly."
"Good luck David." With that Hank left the room, leaving Logan and David to talk amongst themselves for a few moments, before Hanks voice came back over a speaker. "Whenever you are ready Logan."
"You ready kid?" Asked Logan.
"Bring it on Gramps." David smirked, remembering what Kitty had told him earlier.
"Start beginner training program level 1 Hank." Logan called out, while narrowing his eyes at David and clenching his hands into loose fists.
With that the room began to change before David's eyes. He looked around in shock, seeing the room itself stay the same, but holographic targets sprang up all over the place. "What the hell is this?" He then asked in amazement.
"Stay focused kid, getting distracted will only drag this out." Logan warned.
"Ok, so where do we begin." David asked, when before he could even react, a baseball hit him smack-dab in the chest. The force knocked him down to the ground, along with knocking the air from his lungs.
"Ow! Fuck!" He growled out in pain, trying to catch his breath.
"So beer bottles you have no trouble in handling, but baseballs are a problem for you?" Smirked Logan, while grabbing another ball from the bag.
"You could have given me some warning." A wheezing David replied, while slowly getting up from the cold metal floor.
"Life gives no warnings." Logan remarked with no trace of remorse in his voice.
David dropped back to the ground, narrowly avoiding another ball coming straight for his head. Perhaps he was better off staying in the Med lab?
A half hour later and David had made no progress. He received some ugly new bruises all over his chest and stomach however. And just as Logan was readying another baseball to throw Hanks voice came over the speaker. "Logan that's enough. Stop before you kill him."
"You're probably right, I have another idea anyway. Hank, can you send in Scott?" Logan asked while grinning at David.
A few minutes later and the danger room door slid open again, revealing a very frustrated looking Scott. "What do you want Logan, there is a lot going on today." The newest addition to the little group, huffed out questioningly in annoyance.
"What's got your panties in a twist Scooter?" Logan asked with a small smile. It always made his day to see Scooters on the edge.
"As I had said before Logan, I am busy. So unless this is important, I'm leaving." Scott said more than a little angry as he felt his time was being wasted.
"This is important one-eye, we need your help." Logan explained, while tossing a baseball up and down in the air.
"With?" Scott asked, crossing his arms over his chest, and acting disinterested. Truthfully though, he was all ears. The Wolverine asking for his help was a rare occurrence, and he wanted to know what it was that forced Logan to do so.
"I need you to blast David." Logan said bluntly, pointing directly at the somewhat exhausted teen.
"What?" asked Scott, David, and Hank simultaneously.
"Look the baseballs aint enough of a threat. You need something to push your body into reacting." Logan explained while holding up a single baseball and tossing it at David. Once more, nothing happened. Logan raised his brow at David, daring him to question his logic.
"Isn't that a little extreme though?" Asked David nervously as he remembered seeing what happened to the MRD agents when Scott blasted them.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not going to do it anyways." Scott added.
"That seems like a bad idea. But if you think it will work Logan, let's do it." David said, before spreading his feet shoulder width apart in preparation for the impact of Scott's beams.
"I said I'm not going to blast you." Scott argued.
"It's a little dangerous," Logan confessed to David. "ButJean is a telekinetic and she can block his low to mid-range blasts."
"You can stop talking like it's ever going to happen." Scott added getting more frustrated at being ignored.
"Which one is Jean?" David asked noticing how frustrated Scott was getting and realizing Logan was baiting him.
"The red head." Logan answered smirking as he knew David had caught on to the plan.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget? She's smoking hot." David remarked, adding a dopey grin for affect.
"That's enough!" Yelled a clearly pissed off Scott.
"Tell me something Logan, do you think the carpet matches the drapes?" Logan nearly choked on David's words, and just then a bright red light engulfed David's body. Scott having lost control, emitted a full blast in the young mutant's direction.
"Scott! That's enough you're going to kill him!" Screamed Hank's voice over the intercom, just before Logan tackled the man.
Logan pinned Scott to the ground and held his head to the side until the beam subsided. Just then Logan stood up and looked in David's direction smirking.
"Oh god, what have I done?" Asked Scott, looking at the smoke where David once stood.
"Can it one-eye. Look a little closer." Logan grunted being able to sense what Scott could not.
Scott strained to see through the smoke along with a now present Hank. As the dust settled and the smoke cleared there stood a lone figure who could only muster up the strength to form one sentence before collapsing to the floor.
"I did it coach, thanks." David smiled before he hit the metal surface with a dull thud.
"Is he alright Hank?" Asked a very scared, and nervous Scott
.
"He's breathing." Logan answered as Dr. McCoy rushed to the fallen mutant's side.
"Yes Scott, He is breathing he seems to be in almost a catatonic state, similar to that of a coma." Hank explained lifting David's eyelids to get a look at his pupils.
"Will he come out of it?" Scott asked.
"Yes." Logan answered again.
"How do you know that? Can you smell it?" Asked Scott very patronizingly.
"Watch it boy scout. Do you really think that someone that could fend off that level of attack would clock out that early?"
"He has a point Scott." Hank interjected. "I have seen your blasts of such a magnitude that it could level multiple buildings, yet apart from his mental state David has been left unscathed. Logan, can you go the med lab and grab a stretcher? We need to get him back and check the extent of his condition, along with any hidden injuries."
"Sure thing furball." Grunted Logan as he headed for the door of the danger room.
Logan left and ran to the med lab leaving Hank and Scott with the unconscious David. He had reached the med lab in record time, grabbed the stretcher and carried it along for his return trip. The danger room slid open and the sight Logan was met with remained unchanged. He quickly set the stretcher up next to David and tilted the boy very slightly so that Hank could slide the stretcher underneath of him. Hank strapped David's head in the neck support and his chest and legs down so that he could be safely carried. They then set off to the med lab, Hank leading the pack, followed by Logan and Scott on either end of the stretcher.
The med lab soon came into view and the trio entered. They picked David up very carefully and moved him into one of the hospital beds. Hank proceeded to hook him up to heart monitors and various equipment in order to measure his brainwaves. Logan and Scott stayed for a few minutes, before Charles contacted them both telepathically.
"Logan, Scott can the two of you come to my office please?" Asked Charles, his normally calm voice mixed with only a little fury and what seemed like disappointment in it.
Logan and Scott walked silently to Charles' office. Not one word had been uttered between the two, who usually couldn't stop bad mouthing each other. They reached the large mahogany door, and didn't enter until they received their usual permission of entrance. Scott walked in first, looking very angry and disappointed with himself, before being followed in by a quiet Logan who had a smirk on his face. Scott chose to sit in a chair opposite the Professor's desk while Logan chose a sofa against the wall and sat down crossing his arms over his chest.
"Would either of you like to explain what happened?" Asked a red faced Charles, who was trying to keep the anger from being heard in his voice.
"Well Professor-" Scott began, before Logan rudely cut him off.
"Success, that's what happened." Logan said as if they had just experienced any other successful training exercise.
"Success? You call that success? I have a guest at my school lying in a coma-like state in my med lab, and you call that success?" Charles more stated than asked his voice raising with each word.
"Not only did he succeed Charles. He excelled." Logan said uncrossing his arms and sitting forward in his seat.
"Not by my standards Logan. That was an extremely reckless thing to do. Scott's blast could have very well killed him. Speaking of which, Scott, care to explain? There is a boy not even eighteen years old, who is hooked up to equipment in a hospital due to your actions." Charles attention now fully on a very ashamed looking Scott.
"I'm so sorry Professor. I have no reasons for why I did what I did. I reacted out of anger, and made a huge mistake." Scott admitted sadly.
"You certainly did, and because it was such a grievous mistake, it cannot go unpunished." Charles informed the man.
"Hold on Charles, while I agree that it was a bad mistake it was not all Scott's fault. We did bait him." Logan spoke up.
"What are you saying Logan?" Charles asked turning his chair back to face the wolverine.
"I'm saying we should wait until the kid wakes up to see how he feels about all this. You should have seen his face before he collapsed Charles. He showed a lot of pride in himself, for being able to use his powers. I don't think he will be very angry about it. And with what he said to provoke Scott, if it would have been me, I would have gutted the punk." Logan suggested as he already had a feeling to how David would feel about the situation were he able to speak for himself.
"You make a very strong case Logan. While I am not used to you defending Scott, your points have merit. So I agree that we should wait for David to recover, and then proceed from there. That will be all." Charles stated leaving no more room for discussion.
"Ok see you Charles." Logan grunted as he rose from the sofa.
"Bye Professor, and again I am very sorry, and I will work on my self-control." Scott said while rubbing the back of his neck.
"I should hope so." Was all Charles said, as the pair left his office and closed his door behind them.
Scott followed Logan down the hallway, with his head hung in shame, before lifting it to talk. "Why did you stick up for me back there?"
"I didn't do it for you, so don't read much into it." Logan snorted out.
"Ok, we are not going to become friends, fine then. So why did you do it?" Scott asked.
"I did it for the kid, I don't quite know what it is about him, but he's a good kid. Maybe a little too much like me, but he has a bigger heart and I know he would feel bad to come out of his coma and find out that you were blamed for something that he has no one, but me and himself to blame. He wouldn't want that." Logan explained, as if he were suddenly an expert concerning everything that involved David.
"He has only been here for twenty-four hours now. How would you know what he wants?" Scott asked.
"Like I said he's' a lot like me, and I hold myself accountable for my own actions. He aint like all these other brats here." Logan said as Scott continued following behind him.
"Well even though it was not for my benefit, thank you Logan." Scott said uneasily as he seldom thanked Logan for anything.
"You wanna thank me? You can start by calling his mother and explaining to her what happened. She may not have seemed like much, but to raise a kid like that, I'd be willing to bet that she's got a lot of fight in her." Logan said, with a shake of his head.
Logan and Scott then parted ways. Scott heading back to the med lab to check on his victim, and Logan was heading to the kitchen to get a beer. He got to the kitchen and reached into the fridge when he suddenly smelled bubblegum. He immediately knew who was standing in the doorway.
"What do you want kid?" Logan asked, his head still in the fridge.
"I thought you were training David. Where is he at?" Jubilee asked curious as to how everything went.
"Med lab." Logan grunted as he found the beer he was searching for.
"Oh my god Logan! His first session, and you already hospitalized him!? What did you do!?" Jubilee asked angrily although not completely shocked seeing as how it was Logan she was talking to.
"I didn't do it, calm down." Logan said popping the cap off of the beer bottle.
"What happened Logan?" Jubilee then asked trying to remain calm.
"Scott blasted him." Logan replied.
"Scott what? Why would Scott do something like that? That's not like Scott." Jubilee asked in disbelief.
"Look it's a long story kid and it's not mine to tell." Logan said after taking a swig of his beer.
"Can you at least tell me if he's ok?" Jubilee asked hoping for any piece of information she could get.
"He's fine, just in a coma."
"Damn it Logan, you can't use fine and coma in the same sentence!" Jubilee hissed out in irritation.
Logan took a deep breath and sighed before continuing. "I guess it's really not a coma, I just tune out Hank and whatever it is that he says when he starts to ramble. I don't understand half the crap that comes from his mouth anyway. If you want to see him, I'm not stopping you. Just when he recovers take it easy on him for a few days will ya?" Logan smirked before leaving a very red faced Jubilee behind as he walked out.
"Logan, oh my god it's not like that! I just feel responsible after talking him into coming here." Explained Jubilee quickly.
"Whatever you say kid." Logan called back, as he walked down the hall cold beer in hand.
Jubilee huffed and left the room, making her way to the elevator. She stepped in quickly and pressed the SB1 button, before the door even slid shut. She waited patiently listening to the quiet hum of the elevator, before the door opened again. The hallway to the med lab seemed extremely long as Jubilee hastily made her way through it, and came to a stop at a door. She had to enter her code twice as she messed it up the first time in her anxiousness to get inside. As the door slid open Jubilee's jaw dropped at what she saw.
"What the hell are you doing here? From what I heard you're the reason he is on that table?" A very angry Jubilee yelled out at a very sullen Scott.
"Jubilee calm down it was an accident. Well I guess not an accident, but I did not mean to react the way I did." Scott said hastily in defense.
"Scott, perhaps you should go. Give Jubilation and I time to discuss the situation." Hank said, diffusing a possible explosive situation.
"Sure thing Hank." Scott said before exiting the room.
"What is going on here? I've seriously been left out of the loop." Jubilee ground out in annoyance.
Hank proceeded to tell Jubilee everything. He started out with David and Logan's training session, and the involvement of Scott. Then he recalled the words that were exchanged between the trio, which caused Scott to blast David. The intensity of the blast itself. The surprise of finding David not only alive, but still standing. His final words before he collapsed. And finally his current status.
"He's going to be OK, right? I mean people do come out of comas. Even if it takes years." Jubilee asked hopefully.
"As I explained Jubilee. It's not quite a coma that young David here is experiencing. It's more along the lines of a deep sleep. Personally I see no reason why he couldn't awaken any moment now. But from what I can tell he will most likely be out for a full day or so."
"But he will recover? Good. Do you mind if I stay here with him Dr. McCoy?" Jubilee asked.
"Perhaps later, at the moment I would like to ensure that he is one-hundred percent stable. Also, I have a few things that I must discuss with Charles. So if you would please seek him out for me, then come back in an hour, you can stay as long as you would like. I'm sure in the event that he does recover soon, he would much rather see your smiling face than mine." Hank remarked with a grin, as if to prove his point to Jubilee.
"OK Dr. McCoy, but only an hour and not a minute longer." Jubilee remarked seriously.
"Of course." Hank complied before Jubilee left the med lab in search of Charles.
Jubilee exited the lab and headed back toward the elevator. She pressed the button to send for the elevator, not even realizing it was already on its way. The door to the elevator soon slid open and Charles rolled out.
"Professor I was just on my way to find you, Hank-." Jubilee began.
"I know child. He communicated with me telepathically a few moments ago." Charles explained.
"Then why would he? Ugh he sent me to find you, just to get me out of his hair didn't he?" Jubilee remarked, while rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"I'm afraid so." Chuckled Xavier.
"Professor?" Jubilee questioned out loud.
"Yes, Jubilee"
"If David's condition worsens in the slightest bit, will you let me know?" She requested.
"You will be the first." Charles answered back honestly.
"Thank you Professor." She said in a grateful manner.
"Your very welcome dear, now if there is nothing else?" With a shake of Jubilee's head, Xavier said his goodbye and wheeled past her towards the med lab.
Charles reached the med lab and promptly punched in his code. The door opened and he saw the sight he had only heard about in his head.
"How's your patient Henry?" Charles asked although He was afraid of what he might get for an answer.