What Doesn't Kill You Only Makes You Stronger
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › General
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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3
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Four
~*~*~
Hours had passed since the call about the escaped mutant had come in and the inhabitants of the Xavier Institute left behind were lounging around the common room anxiously waiting for the Professor and the other students to return from the mission. Their evening had been spent cleaning up the common room and preparing guestrooms for the new addition to the Institute. It was impossible to deny that they were incredibly curious about the mutant that was coming home with the Professor. Once their chores had been completed, the speculation began. Pondering about her powers, her background, what happened in the lab, even her age were discussed until they received a message from the Professoreleveleven o‘clock.
~We’ll be landing in approximately two minutes. While I know you are all curious and concerned for our visitor, I must ask that you all retire to your bedrooms for the night. You may rest assured that she is in fine and will be pleased to meet all of you in the morning. I thank you for all of the work you have done this evening. Hank, Storm, please meet me in my office.~
When the connection was broken, there was much grumbling to be heard from the students. They were very disappointed that they were being banished to their rooms. It was Jean who explained the Professor’s request. “Come on, guys. The last thing we want is for her to feel like she’s on display. Let’s go--we’ll be able to meet her in the morning.” With that, the students did as they were told and the two instructors made their way to Xavier’s office.
~*~*~
On any other day, Willow would have been impressed and most probably awed by the jet that had taken them from Sunnydale to Bayville in less than half and hour and by the sprawling mansion that held the Professor’s adopted family, but she was just too damned exhausted. Logan and the Professor led them to the latter’s office after thanking Rogue for her assistance and dismissing her.
Waiting for the crew were a striking African-American woman with snow white hair and blue eyes and a rather large and slightly simian gentleman who just happened to be covered in shaggy blue fur. A pair of glasses was perched on his nose framing kind blue eyes. They were seated next to Xavier’s desk, smiling warmly at the newcomers. The Professor wheeled himself behind the large desk and gestured for those still standing to be seated. Willow and Chandra unconsciously huddled together on the couch iont ont of the Professor, with Logan on Chandra’s other side.
“Willow, Chandra, please meet Ororo Munroe and Henry McCoy. Along with Logan, and myself they are instructors here at the Institute. Hank, Ororo, please meet Chandra Stryker. Chandra is the young woman who managed to escape from the testing facility. Luckily she has sustained no serious injury, Hank. There will be no need to take her to the medlab tonight.” He paused and gestured to the other visitors. “Willow Rosenberg will also be staying with us for some time.”
Logan saw the Professor about to go on, but he spoke up first. “Charles, it’s late. I’m going to show Chandra and Willow to their rooms. They can chat in the morning.”
“Please, Logan. I wish you both a good night’s rest,” the Professor told them. “We will address other pertinent issues in the morning.” His heart warmed when Chandra stood and crossed the room to give him a tight hug that he happily returned. “Thank you, Professor, for all of your kindness.”
“Oh, child,” he whispered, “you are welcome to everything we can offer you. Have a good sleep.” Once goodnights were said by all and Logan led the young adults to their accommodations, he sighed and turned to his colleagues. “There is much I have to tell you, friends. And I’m afraid that none of it is good.”
~*~*~
Logan led Willow and Chandra to the guestrooms that had been prepared earlier in the evening. They were actually just down the hall from Logan’s own second floor room. A man that valued his privacy, he chose to live away from the rest of the school’s population. “I’m just down the hall,” he assured them. “If either of you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know--anytime.”
He turned away and was about to head back to the Professors’ office, but small hand on his arm stopped him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a softly smiling Chandra. “Thank you, Logan,” she whispered and stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. She was about to let him go, but he wrapped an arm about her waist to keep her in place. “I’m serious, darlin,’” he murmured. “Just say my name and I’ll hear you and come running.” Unable to help himself, he kissed the top of her head before taking his hand from her waist. “Good night, Willow,” he wished the redhead trying to hide her grin. "'Night, Logan," she returned.
“Well, good night, Chandra,” Willow offered as she opened the door to her room. The mutant took her eyes off of Logan’s retreating figure and gave the redhead an unexpected hug. “Thank you, so much, Willow for coming with me. I know that I, well, earlier I was kind of--”
“Nervous and disoriented after waking up to see a room full of people see you knock Spike across the room? It’s no big,” Willow promised, squeezing Chandra warmly before the two let go. “But to travel across the country and miss school and leave your friends to help us--”
“Is what we do,” Willow interrupted yet again. “What happened to you and Spike and Logan was wrong. Evil even. And it’s still happening. Not all demons are evil and I know that mutants are just folks with an extra gene. This is big, maybe bigger that what’s going on in Sunnydale. I wouldn’t be a Slayerette if I didn’t do my part to help fight the Big Bad.”
That made Chandra smile. “A Slayerette, eh? You and Xander, right?”
“Fightingons ons for four years running.”
“And for many more,” the former captive assured her and they parted ways to try and get some rest..
~*~*~
Hours had passed since the call about the escaped mutant had come in and the inhabitants of the Xavier Institute left behind were lounging around the common room anxiously waiting for the Professor and the other students to return from the mission. Their evening had been spent cleaning up the common room and preparing guestrooms for the new addition to the Institute. It was impossible to deny that they were incredibly curious about the mutant that was coming home with the Professor. Once their chores had been completed, the speculation began. Pondering about her powers, her background, what happened in the lab, even her age were discussed until they received a message from the Professoreleveleven o‘clock.
~We’ll be landing in approximately two minutes. While I know you are all curious and concerned for our visitor, I must ask that you all retire to your bedrooms for the night. You may rest assured that she is in fine and will be pleased to meet all of you in the morning. I thank you for all of the work you have done this evening. Hank, Storm, please meet me in my office.~
When the connection was broken, there was much grumbling to be heard from the students. They were very disappointed that they were being banished to their rooms. It was Jean who explained the Professor’s request. “Come on, guys. The last thing we want is for her to feel like she’s on display. Let’s go--we’ll be able to meet her in the morning.” With that, the students did as they were told and the two instructors made their way to Xavier’s office.
~*~*~
On any other day, Willow would have been impressed and most probably awed by the jet that had taken them from Sunnydale to Bayville in less than half and hour and by the sprawling mansion that held the Professor’s adopted family, but she was just too damned exhausted. Logan and the Professor led them to the latter’s office after thanking Rogue for her assistance and dismissing her.
Waiting for the crew were a striking African-American woman with snow white hair and blue eyes and a rather large and slightly simian gentleman who just happened to be covered in shaggy blue fur. A pair of glasses was perched on his nose framing kind blue eyes. They were seated next to Xavier’s desk, smiling warmly at the newcomers. The Professor wheeled himself behind the large desk and gestured for those still standing to be seated. Willow and Chandra unconsciously huddled together on the couch iont ont of the Professor, with Logan on Chandra’s other side.
“Willow, Chandra, please meet Ororo Munroe and Henry McCoy. Along with Logan, and myself they are instructors here at the Institute. Hank, Ororo, please meet Chandra Stryker. Chandra is the young woman who managed to escape from the testing facility. Luckily she has sustained no serious injury, Hank. There will be no need to take her to the medlab tonight.” He paused and gestured to the other visitors. “Willow Rosenberg will also be staying with us for some time.”
Logan saw the Professor about to go on, but he spoke up first. “Charles, it’s late. I’m going to show Chandra and Willow to their rooms. They can chat in the morning.”
“Please, Logan. I wish you both a good night’s rest,” the Professor told them. “We will address other pertinent issues in the morning.” His heart warmed when Chandra stood and crossed the room to give him a tight hug that he happily returned. “Thank you, Professor, for all of your kindness.”
“Oh, child,” he whispered, “you are welcome to everything we can offer you. Have a good sleep.” Once goodnights were said by all and Logan led the young adults to their accommodations, he sighed and turned to his colleagues. “There is much I have to tell you, friends. And I’m afraid that none of it is good.”
~*~*~
Logan led Willow and Chandra to the guestrooms that had been prepared earlier in the evening. They were actually just down the hall from Logan’s own second floor room. A man that valued his privacy, he chose to live away from the rest of the school’s population. “I’m just down the hall,” he assured them. “If either of you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know--anytime.”
He turned away and was about to head back to the Professors’ office, but small hand on his arm stopped him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a softly smiling Chandra. “Thank you, Logan,” she whispered and stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. She was about to let him go, but he wrapped an arm about her waist to keep her in place. “I’m serious, darlin,’” he murmured. “Just say my name and I’ll hear you and come running.” Unable to help himself, he kissed the top of her head before taking his hand from her waist. “Good night, Willow,” he wished the redhead trying to hide her grin. "'Night, Logan," she returned.
“Well, good night, Chandra,” Willow offered as she opened the door to her room. The mutant took her eyes off of Logan’s retreating figure and gave the redhead an unexpected hug. “Thank you, so much, Willow for coming with me. I know that I, well, earlier I was kind of--”
“Nervous and disoriented after waking up to see a room full of people see you knock Spike across the room? It’s no big,” Willow promised, squeezing Chandra warmly before the two let go. “But to travel across the country and miss school and leave your friends to help us--”
“Is what we do,” Willow interrupted yet again. “What happened to you and Spike and Logan was wrong. Evil even. And it’s still happening. Not all demons are evil and I know that mutants are just folks with an extra gene. This is big, maybe bigger that what’s going on in Sunnydale. I wouldn’t be a Slayerette if I didn’t do my part to help fight the Big Bad.”
That made Chandra smile. “A Slayerette, eh? You and Xander, right?”
“Fightingons ons for four years running.”
“And for many more,” the former captive assured her and they parted ways to try and get some rest..
~*~*~