Shylow and Kurt were both relaxing in their room after a long day of classes. Shylow had his eye closed and head back. He was lying on his bed thinking about Max, and the last night they spent together. While this was happening on one side of the room Kurt was sitting on his bed on the other reading a book. Kurt noted that Shylow had fallen asleep and was now making noises. After one that sounded oddly like a cry of distress, Kurt looked over with an eyebrow raised.
Just as Kurt turned his head, the book that was sitting in his lap flew into the air and shot across the room. The book smacked Shylow in the head, waking him and making him look very confused. He picked up the book and looked at the German title on the front.
"What the hell!" Shylow cried out as he sat up and picked up the book, "why did you throw a book at me?" Shylow asked looking over at his roommate.
Kurt chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head, then held out his hand to take the book back.
"You actually threw it at yourself… if that makes any sense!" Kurt told him making Shylow look down at the blanket on his bed with a wide eye.
"Why would I do that?" He asked nobody in particular, before he stood and walked toward the door.
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Shylow made his way to the hospital to get an aspirin. As he was getting a bottle of water to swallow the pills that he had received via the computer-controlled medicine cabinet, he noticed the boy in the coma lying on his cot. He walked over and sat down on the stool beside his bed.
"I can't imagine what happened to you... I don't even know what your mutation is... what's happening to me could have been what happened to you!" Shylow told him sighing loudly.
Suddenly feeling a sharp pain, he grabbed the sides of his head. A moment later he opened his eye, and he was standing in a void like space that was completely white. Sitting in the center of the void was a boy with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. He was looking at the ground and had his legs pulled up to his chest.
"Who are you… where are we?" Shylow asked while cautiously taking a step toward him.
"I don't know... The last thing I remember was standing in a room with a mirrored window and there were metal spikes flying toward me from all sides..." the boy told him looking up his eyes wide with bags hanging below them.
"Are you ok... were you hurt?" Shylow asked the boy, sitting down in front of him.
He shook his head in response after looking at his arms and legs.
"Who are you?" He asked Shylow, "Where were you before you got here?" He added surprised that he was no longer alone.
"My name is Shylow... I'm a student at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children... It's a school for Mutants like us... you are a mutant right?" Shylow told him making the other boy smile.
"Yeah I am... I remember that I am, but I can't remember what I do... I can't even remember my own name..." He told Shylow sighing, closing his eyes in frustration.
Shylow was nodding in understanding when he felt the world around him starting to fade.
"I don't know how I got here but promise I'll be back!" He started to yell as he was being pulled back to the hospital.
"Shylow… wait I have to ask you, who is-" The boy started to say but was cut off as Shylow vanished.
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Kurt had just teleported into the Sub-Basement looking for Storm or Beast. Shylow had been acting strangely and having problems with his telekinesis in his sleep for several weeks now. He had assumed that it would stop eventually, but to Kurt it seemed like it still wasn't going back to normal.
When he went to Beasts lab, the room was empty, and he hadn't seen any sign of Storm. He decided to go to the hanger to see if either teacher was near the Jet. When he teleported to the floor of the hanger, he appeared about six feet in front of a sweaty, shirtless Logan.
He went wide eyed when he saw the older man and suddenly teleported away, unable to control his emotions or his mutation. After a moment and a few deep breaths, he ported back to the same spot and opened his mouth to speak to Logan, who had an amused smirk on his lips as he went back to his bike.
"I think something might be wrong with Shylow... He's been levitating himself and other things in our room while he sleeps... I'm afraid he's going to hurt someone!" Kurt told the older man, unable to look directly at him.
Logan looked up recognizing what he was being told by the young teleporter.
"Come on Elf, you need to go tell Charles!" He told him grabbing the boy by the wrist.
Kurt felt himself shaking as he teleported them to the Professors office.
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When Shylow reappeared Jean Grey was standing in front of him on the other side of the comatose boy's cot.
"Are you alright... I heard you talking to him about your mutation and then it was like you went into a trance..." She told the male telepath as he looked around to find that he was still sitting on the stool, just as he had been before he had met the boy lying between them.
"Yeah, I'm ok... Jean why were you spying on me?" He asked her when it hit him that he hadn't been alone.
"You were in my head last night... I could feel you... Shylow you need to go talk to the Professor about this!" She told him looking sympathetic, "I know you're afraid of what you'll hear but I know he can help you..." She added looking down at the boy lying between them.
"How do you know?" he questioned her telepathically, not understanding how Jean Grey the perfect student and X-Man with a guaranteed job teaching at the institute would know how he felt.
"I've been there myself you know..." She told him, nodding her head with a solemn look on her face.
"Oh... I'm sorry..." He told her in response making her shake her head.
"Don't be... let's go talk with the Professor so he can help you!" She told him walking toward the door.
He smiled a small smile and followed behind. Then he suddenly halted, making her stop in her tracks and turn to him.
"Jean... I was in his head... I talked to him!" He told her with wide eye.
"Is he ok, does he know what happened to him?" Jean asked him in response to which he folded his arms.
"He's fine, but he doesn't remember who he is or how he got like that..." He replied to which she nodded her head, adding that they should relay this information to Professor Xavier.