More Than Meets the Eye
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Late Night Arrival
Author's note: So, I hope you will all bear with me. This is my first attempt at posting a story, and I'll be posting it as I finish, though I do have quite a bit already completed to give you some juicy previews. Would love to hear any comments you might have.
(Just in terms of placing - this (in my world) takes place after the third movie, but Xavier didn't actually die (I'll let someone else sort out how THAT happened). Hank McCoy has decided to leave his post and US Ambassador to the UN and come back to the school. I also know some of my details might vary from what canon says, but hey - it's my universe!)
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"So, anyone know what the Professor is up to, now?" Logan drawled as he lit another cigar.
Hank McCoy walked past him to pointedly open the window. "I couldn't begin to speculate, Logan, but as he so rarely calls on us to meet with him for no reason, it must be important." He stared out into the inky darkness of the rainy night, looking for any sign of headlights.
"Whatever it is, he's been working on it for some time," Ororo 'Storm' Munroe supplied from her seat by the fire. "He's been into the city every day this week, and yesterday he had some high-priced lawyer out here." She fiddled with a cushion. "And he's been very secretive about it all. Keeping papers locked away and everything."
Hank frowned. "A new student, perhaps?" he suggested. "A high-profile one, like Warren?"
"And you said you couldn't begin to speculate," Logan said drily.
Hank rolled his eyes as Storm shook her head. "No, if it were a new student, he'd have told me, I'm sure," she protested. "Emma might like to think she's the queen around here, but I am headmistress of the school."
"Maybe he's decided to mend the old friendship with Magneto," Logan said. "Decided we should all welcome him here."
Hank raised an eyebrow. "I doubt it," he said. "Besides, we need speculate no more. We shall have the answer to our mystery in a moment. The car just pulled in."
They left the warm sitting room for the large, airy front hall, arriving just as Scott Summers pushed the door open, followed closely by the Professor, who seemed to be leading someone else.
Hank narrowed his eyes. So it was a newcomer. A small figure, he guessed a young woman looking at the delicate shoes, draped in a heavy black raincoat -- Scott's, by the look of it -- to keep her dry. She carried a single black duffel bag, which Scott took from her once he had closed the door.
Shaking himself out of his shock, Hank stepped frward to help as the newcomer stood silently.
"Allow me to take your coat," he said warmly, striding forward. She flinched when he touched her shoulder, though Hank noted that Xavier, quickly reached to touch her hand and seemingly steady her.
"This is one of our teachers, Hank McCoy," Hank heard him say in an undertone.
"Of course, I should have first introduced myself," Hank said, offering his most charming smile, though the newcomer had yet to lift her head from the heavy cowl covering it. He reached for the coat again, slipping it from her shoulders.
Her head came up and he met the richest blue-gray eyes had ever seen. But her eyes rested on him only a moment before trailing away, always seeming slightly unfocussed. She's blind, he realized with a start.
"Perhaps the sitting room would be a better place for introductions," Xavier announced, his hand on the young woman's wrist, obviously meaning to lead her.
The assembled group all nodded and murured in agreement. Hank hung up the coat and fell back for a moment beside Scott Summers.
"Care to share her particular tale?" he asked.
Scott shrugged. "I don't know much. He left me standing in the lobby while he talked with the director. Next thing I know, she's being packed up to come with us."
"Packed up from where?" Hank pressed.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Bellwood Psychiatric Hospital."
(Just in terms of placing - this (in my world) takes place after the third movie, but Xavier didn't actually die (I'll let someone else sort out how THAT happened). Hank McCoy has decided to leave his post and US Ambassador to the UN and come back to the school. I also know some of my details might vary from what canon says, but hey - it's my universe!)
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"So, anyone know what the Professor is up to, now?" Logan drawled as he lit another cigar.
Hank McCoy walked past him to pointedly open the window. "I couldn't begin to speculate, Logan, but as he so rarely calls on us to meet with him for no reason, it must be important." He stared out into the inky darkness of the rainy night, looking for any sign of headlights.
"Whatever it is, he's been working on it for some time," Ororo 'Storm' Munroe supplied from her seat by the fire. "He's been into the city every day this week, and yesterday he had some high-priced lawyer out here." She fiddled with a cushion. "And he's been very secretive about it all. Keeping papers locked away and everything."
Hank frowned. "A new student, perhaps?" he suggested. "A high-profile one, like Warren?"
"And you said you couldn't begin to speculate," Logan said drily.
Hank rolled his eyes as Storm shook her head. "No, if it were a new student, he'd have told me, I'm sure," she protested. "Emma might like to think she's the queen around here, but I am headmistress of the school."
"Maybe he's decided to mend the old friendship with Magneto," Logan said. "Decided we should all welcome him here."
Hank raised an eyebrow. "I doubt it," he said. "Besides, we need speculate no more. We shall have the answer to our mystery in a moment. The car just pulled in."
They left the warm sitting room for the large, airy front hall, arriving just as Scott Summers pushed the door open, followed closely by the Professor, who seemed to be leading someone else.
Hank narrowed his eyes. So it was a newcomer. A small figure, he guessed a young woman looking at the delicate shoes, draped in a heavy black raincoat -- Scott's, by the look of it -- to keep her dry. She carried a single black duffel bag, which Scott took from her once he had closed the door.
Shaking himself out of his shock, Hank stepped frward to help as the newcomer stood silently.
"Allow me to take your coat," he said warmly, striding forward. She flinched when he touched her shoulder, though Hank noted that Xavier, quickly reached to touch her hand and seemingly steady her.
"This is one of our teachers, Hank McCoy," Hank heard him say in an undertone.
"Of course, I should have first introduced myself," Hank said, offering his most charming smile, though the newcomer had yet to lift her head from the heavy cowl covering it. He reached for the coat again, slipping it from her shoulders.
Her head came up and he met the richest blue-gray eyes had ever seen. But her eyes rested on him only a moment before trailing away, always seeming slightly unfocussed. She's blind, he realized with a start.
"Perhaps the sitting room would be a better place for introductions," Xavier announced, his hand on the young woman's wrist, obviously meaning to lead her.
The assembled group all nodded and murured in agreement. Hank hung up the coat and fell back for a moment beside Scott Summers.
"Care to share her particular tale?" he asked.
Scott shrugged. "I don't know much. He left me standing in the lobby while he talked with the director. Next thing I know, she's being packed up to come with us."
"Packed up from where?" Hank pressed.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Bellwood Psychiatric Hospital."