Rebekah
I watch in horror as Isaac falls through the floor. This is bad! In the comics, Kitty has had times when she'd been stuck in a phased state, not least the recent Nation X storyline, which obviously hasn't happened here. Yet. Therefore, Isaac might get stuck like that. Then I scream down, hoping he can hear me.
"Try the air-walky thing!"
Not up to my usual eloquence but I'm allowed to panic a bit, aren't I? There's a noise and his head comes back up through the floor. He looks visibly shaken and it doesn't help me that he's standing a centimetre off the floor when he stops. He looks confused and slightly afraid.
"You're a mimic…"
"Huh?"
"Like Rogue. Or maybe Mimic –Calvin Rankin- would be a better comparison. You copy powers. Don't steal them like she does but copy them. But you have to touch them and you have to be afraid to copy them."
"I wasn't afraid when Kitty…"
"You were. You'd just seen Logan, according to you at any rate, and I reckon he's scary enough for anyone."
"OK."
I notice his feet are touching the ground now and I reach out to his arm. Unfortunately, my hand goes through him. He's still phased.
"So, if I'm a parasite or whatever, what are you?"
"I haven't got a clue. Nothing remotely interesting has happened to me. Other than being thrown into a universe that I thought only existed in comics and films and waking up with Beast sticking his nose up to mine!"
I notice my voice is rising in pitch and close my eyes, counting to ten and concentrating on slow, even breathing. This normally works when I get freaked. I check my pulse rate, which isn't too fast and open my eyes again.
"First Aid training kicked in there."
Isaac blinks at me. He drops through the floor and then rises up again, which I think looks really creepy.
"I think we need to speak to the Professor about this. Oh, and don't mention anything about the most recent X-Men comics, or the X-Men films. We don't want Wolverine scarred by the thought of being played by an Australian actor. Or Rogue trying to kill us if you ask why she isn't a teenager. And do not, whatever you do, mention Deadpool, Gambit or Jean. I'd add Hank, Kurt and Mystique to that list as well. Actually, just avoid even thinking about the movies. And whatever you do, don't think about the Messiah Complex or Second Coming."
He looks at me as if I'm slightly crazy.
"Okaaay."
"Right, lets get you to the Professor."
Isaac
I and Rebekah walked down the corridor to the Professor's room. I raised a hand to knock but the professor's voice called out inviting us in. We stepped into his office. I looked around. It was furnished simply with a couch at one end and a desk at the other. The walls were plain white, like fallen snow. The professor who was seated at his desk beckoned to us to sit down. We took a seat. Rebekah explained to Xavier her theory about my powers. He didn't say a word until she was finished.
'And what do you think?' He asked me.
'I don't know what to think.'
Xavier sat musing. 'There's only one way to prove this theory true.' The professor bowed his head and pressed his fingers to his temple. Seconds later Logan walked into the room.
'You called Charles?' I realized Xavier had mentally contacted Logan.
'I've briefed Logan on the details so go ahead and do your stuff,' Xavier smiled.
'But I don't want to hurt him,' I said. Logan's chuckle was like metal rasping against metal.
'Trust me kid, there's not a lot you can do to hurt me. Besides I'll heal from whatever you throw at me.'
I thought for a second. Well he asked for it. A raised my hand as I had with Quicksilver and waited. Nothing happened.
'I think I have to be scared,' I said eventually. I looked at Rebekah.
'Boo?' She said with a shrug. The Professor gave slight smile. Suddenly images started rushing into my head. Scenes that made a horror movie look like a cartoon kid's film. My knees started to quiver and a cold sweat sprung up upon my brow. I collapsed onto all fours my stomach heaving but unable to throw-up. I looked up at Xavier with pleading eyes but his face was like rock. Then I realized he was creating the images. Insects scurried towards me, crawling up my body into my mouth and hair. My eyes widened in horror. Suddenly it was all over. I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up into Logan's face. A voice pierced all other thought saying 'do it, do it now!' I raised my hand weakly and I felt the burst of electricity shoot down my arm. Logan froze. He seemed to almost be considering something. Then he keeled over like a bowling pin. Almost as soon as he hit the ground he got up again.
'That was weird,' he said. Logan helped me to my feet.
'Was it really necessary to scare the guy out of his wits Charles?'
I felt a quick swipe across my mind. I could remember having nightmares but the details were suddenly hazy. I could still remember the pure fear I had felt though. My heart was still beating almost as fast as I could run. Now able to speak I exploded in anger.
'Why the hell did you do that!'
'It was necessary,' Xavier replied curtly. 'You did something to Logan. I'm not entirely sure what but you made him fall over.'
'Nothing's changed!' I clenched my fist to prove my point. No claws emerged.
'Maybe I just make people faint,' I said.
'Then how is it that you have such speed? And you said you fell through the floor after you came into contact with Shadowcat? That is not a coincidence.'
'Whatever Xavier,' I said. I stormed out the door bumping into Nightcrawler on the way out. I was so angry I didn't even notice him or the buzz of static that hummed in my brain. I kept walking. I decided to go to my room and the next moment I was there. I looked around confused. I pounded my head in frustration. This was getting ridiculous. First I landed in some strange world and now I was some kind of walking freak. I just wanted to go home. My eye lids felt like lead. The next thing I knew I was waking up. I concentrated on the kitchen and a less than a second later I was there. I could get used to this. No one seemed to notice my arrival. I took a seat and crunched into a slice of toast. I glanced at Kitty who was ignoring me. She still had a slightly red face from where I had slapped her. I couldn't help snorting. Everyone turned to stare at me curiously. I pretended I'd been coughing. I could tell by Kitty's expression she didn't buy it. My knife unexpectedly slipped and cut my finger.
'Ow!' I cried. Kitty wasn't shedding any tears over my accident. Storm looked concerned. I assured everyone I was okay and walked out. I looked at my finger. There was no wound. I shrugged. Things were ceasing to surprise me anymore. I wondered where Rebekah was. I hadn't seen her at breakfast. With a loud 'Bamf' I vanished.