Triangles Revisited (New Mutants 1.2, Chapter 5)
Title: Triangles Revisited (New Mutants 1.2, Chapter 5)
Author: kanedax
Spoilers: Previous Chapters
Rating: PG13 for language, situations, and implied violence
Summary: Bobby and Kitty face the future while Lucas faces a big friggin' gun
Notes: The original version of this chapter can be found here.
I don't own these characters. They belong to Marvel, Disney, and 20th Century Fox.
Party Time / Previous Chapters / An Unexpected Mission
“Achoo!”
“Gesundheit.”
“Oh, hey, Bobby.”
Kitty Pryde smiled at the sight of Bobby Drake in his pajamas, sitting in his usual insomniac position, and joined him in the kitchen.
“How’s the ice cream?”
He shrugged, his frosted hand keeping the container cold. “It’d be better if it were Rocky Road. Butter pecan isn’t my favorite. But you know what they say: ice cream’s like sex.”
Kitty paused, her eyebrow arched.
“Even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.”
Kitty shook her head, laughing in spite of herself.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
“The dames call it quality," said Bobby with a smile. "Grab a spoon, grab a seat.”
Kitty walked to the drawer. “Can’t sleep, either, huh?”
Bobby sighed. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“You and me both," said Kitty. "We’re out of spoons.”
"Really?" asked Bobby, his brow furrowed. "You'd think with so few people left around here we wouldn't run out so fast."
"Not funny," said Kitty, her stomach twisting.
“Yeah, you're right," said Bobby. "Sorry." The two sat in a silence broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and their thoughts of Charles, Jean, Scott...
"Here," said Bobby, clearing his throat and holding out his spoon, "use mine, share some boy germs.”
"Thanks," said Kitty, taking the spoon from his fingers and unselfconsciously sucking the remaining ice cream from it.
“I need some carrots or something, anyway," he said, standing up and walking to the refrigerator. "To cut the sweet a bit.”
“So you got back a few nights ago,” Kitty said, taking a scoop from of ice cream as Bobby pulled a bag of carrots from the fridge. “You haven’t told me about your trip yet.”
“Well, you’ve been difficult to get a hold of,” said Bobby, a container of vegetable dip joining the bag. “Flying around with Ororo, picking up the new recruits.”
“And you’d be amazed at how fast flying coach makes you miss the jet,” Kitty responded as he sat down next to her. “But don’t change the subject. How’s Rogue doing?”
“Fine,” Bobby said, swirling the dip with a mini-carrot. “Yeah, she’s… she’s doing just fine.”
“Adjusting to life as a human fairly well?”
“Yeah, fairly well,” Bobby mumbled.
“That’s great,” Kitty said, leaning down to get a better look at Bobby, who suddenly seemed to find the French Onion dip as the center of his universe. “Isn’t it?”
Bobby sighed. “Rogue…” he said slowly. “Marie, I mean… she wants to be called Marie now. Well…” He threw a carrot into his mouth. “You know how she was when she was here, right? Out of all of us, she was the one that just wanted things to be like they were. Before she got her mutant power, that is. I thought I understood what she meant. I mean, I had to live that life indirectly, you know? Not being able to touch her. I knew how she felt...
“But after she got the cure," he continued, grabbing another carrot even as he looked like he was going to be sick, "after I visited her, I realized she wanted more. She's moved back with her parents, which is great. She… she’s in college now, which is fantastic. And…”
Kitty felt a nervous twist in her stomach, although she didn't know why. “And?”
Bobby paused, then quickly grabbed the lid for the dip and walked it and the carrots to the refrigerator. Opened the door. “These past few years," he continued, "the time she spent as a mutant… running away from home, being kidnapped, fighting, watching her friends die… She didn’t just want to touch someone again. She wanted her old life back again. All of it.
“Including Cody.”
Kitty’s heart leapt. “Cody?”
“Cody,” Bobby grumbled, still facing the open refrigerator. “The guy she was dating when her powers manifested. The one she put into a coma. The one who doesn’t remember a thing about what happened except that he passed out in her room.”
“What?”
Bobby nodded. “Yeah. He doesn't know she was a mutant. They've... reconciled." He said the word like it was the most vulgar of swears. "They’re together again."
“Oh, my God, Bobby," Kitty said, walking to him and putting her hand on his shoulder. "I’m so sorry.” And even though her hand was shivering as she touched his shoulder, even though the butterflies in her stomach were flying again for the first time since that night on the frozen fountain, she was able to say those words.
“Yeah, I know,” said Bobby, absently wiping his hand across his face to quickly hide the wetness that had developed around his eyes. “It’s okay, really. I know she’s not the girl she was when we were dating. When we hung out, she looked at me like I was a bad memory. I even tried the flower trick, the one that got her in the first place...”
He held his hand out, covered it with the other, and then pulled it away to reveal a perfectly shaped ice flower.
“She looked at it and… I think I saw revulsion.”
“You’re kidding me,” Kitty whispered.
“She looks back on... this…” he said, setting the flower inside the refrigerator, “and she sees it as a prison. Like her powers, the powers she hated, forced her to stay here. And people like me, like you, like Logan, like the Professor, were all just cellmates. Like her life here, her life with me, was just one big nightmare. And now that she’s cured, she’s acting like she’s finally awake and she can forget it all. Can forget all of us...”
Kitty wrapped her arms around Bobby's middle, hugging him close, feeling his arms wrapping around her tighter than she anticipated.
“She’s an idiot,” Kitty said, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “If she she wants to forget her time with us, then that’s her problem. To lay it on you is just wrong. You’re too great a guy to just be tossed away like that.”
She pulled away and looked at him in the eye, which was looking a little more watery than she was used to.
“Let her have Cody,” she said, touching his cheek gently. “She’ll be in a trailer park in Mississippi, with a dog, three kids, and The Price Is Right on the television. She’ll be miserable with him, even if she forgets that she had it better with you. Let her have that life," she smirked. "We’ll be too busy saving the world to miss her.”
Bobby smiled, not pulling away. “You do have a way with words.”
She felt Bobby's hand, still chilled from his impromptu sculpture, slide up to her face. Behind her neck. Gentle.
Kiss him, Kitty’s mind whirled. Kiss him kiss him you’ll never get a better chance kiss him!
She pushed up on her toes, her face, her lips, trying to reach his. She saw, felt, his face move down to meet hers.
She closed her eyes.
A horn blared.
The two jumped apart, their faces sharing a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and that ingrained alertness that came from being raised X-Men.
“What the hell is that?” Bobby yelled over the horn, which was quickly drowned out by a high-pitched screech that caused them to both cover their ears in pain.
“Is that Theresa?” Kitty yelled, then pushed Bobby aside as a red light suddenly began to flash behind him.
“Well... that's new," said Bobby, staring at the three-dimensional map which had suddenly appeared on the refrigerator door.
“It’s the Danger Room,” Kitty yelled, pointing to a section of the sub-basement blinking red.
“All right,” he said, grabbing her arm and running out of the kitchen. "Come on."
"No time," she responded, grabbing his own arm and sinking through the floor as effortlessly as if it were water, dragging him down with her.
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The students stood paralyzed as the red beam flashed from the gun and connected with Lucas Bishop's chest, blasting him against the wall. Alison Blaire began to scream, the sight of Lucas's smouldering shirt, a black char mark against his already dark skin, more than she could take.
“Get out of the way!” Jubilee yelled, pulling Alison away from the spinning turret, which honed in on the two girls and followed their trail.
Theresa Cassidy now began to scream, but not out of terror. The subbasement hallway was suddenly filled with her sonic wail. The gun shook with the resonation, sparks pouring from its joints. Instead of shutting down, however, it began to shoot wildly.
"Scream didn't work, Cassidy!" Jubilee yelled as she and Alison jumped into an adjoining hallway, barely avoided one of the stray beams by inches as the red energy plowed into the metallic wall.
The gun continued to flail, shooting bolt after bolt into the ceiling, floor, and walls. It spun towards Jones, who were still frozen in shock, as immobile as a deer in the headlights.
It fired.
And passed harmlessly through him.
“What's going on?” came a voice from behind him. Jones turned to find Kitty and Bobby, her hand on Jones's shoulders, Bobby's hand on hers, both pairs of eyes glued to the gun.
“I…” Jones stammered, “We…”
"I'm on it," said Bobby, holding out his free hand to freeze the gun with a blast of ice. Before he could get a chance, however, a brown object flew from behind him. As if in slow motion, Bobby watched the bottle, flying neck-first, whirling towards the gun, which had turned to point directly at it. Thinking back to the event later, Bobby would swear that the bottle's trajectory was going to miss low, just not having the power to even touch the laser. However, against all laws of physics, the bottle rose slightly, as if pushed up by an invisible hand, and smashed neck-first into the gun's barrel. The bottle's twist-off cap disappeared into the tube, a small fizzle was heard, and the gun fell silent.
Bobby and Kitty turned around to find the bottle's hurler, Arthur Centino, hanging upside down by his ankles from a florescent light fixture. His hand was still outstretched, as if in shock that he had made the throw that he had made.
His left eye was glowing.
“Luke?” Arthur breathed, and with a blink the light was gone. He dropped from the ceiling, landing on his hands, and gracefully flipped upright.
“What is going on here?" a voice echoed through hall
“Luke!” Arthur yelled, running to Bishop and dropping to his knees.
“Oh, Lord,” groaned Professor Cassidy as he, MacTaggert, Frost, and Forge were all running full-tilt towards the students, who were now circling around Lucas.
“Get out of the way!” Dr. MacTaggert yelled, pushing Jubilee and Theresa aside and kneeling down beside the boy's body. She pulled Lucas’ shirt open, revealing the deep black char. She examined it diligently, but looked hesitant to touch the wound for fear that it would only be made worse.
“What the hell was that?” Emma Frost yelled, rounding on Forge. “Why is there an active laser mounted in front of the Danger Room?”
“Extra security…” Forge stammered, his eyes never leaving Bishop. “I thought… now that we’re… oh, God…”
"Urrr... My head…”
Moira jumped back as Lucas groaned. Leaning forward carefully, she wiped her hand across the char, revealing unmarked skin underneath. Lucas rubbed the back of his head, where it had bashed into the wall, leaving a dent.
“Ow…”
"Oh, thank God," Moira said with shuddery breath as everyone surrounding Lucas released a relieved laugh. Everyone except Forge, who had turned back to the gun.
“How?” he stammered, looking at the gaping holes in the floor and wall. “That gun… The way I made... It should have…”
“Invulnerability," Professor Cassidy said with a relieved sigh. "Well, I think we’ve figured out his power, Lucas. How’s your head?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he muttered, passing his hand across his face. “It did, but now it doesn't. But I feel… really hot…”
The group stared at Lucas’ hand as he wiped his face. His fingers were glowing with the same dull red color as the laser's bolts.
“Oh, my…” Cassidy said.
“Really…” Lucas muttered, his voice trailing off as he stared at his hand. “Really hot… What's happening?”
“I think I have it figured out,” Professor Cassidy said, kneeling down and lifting the young Lucas Bishop into his arms and carrying him into the Danger Room. “I think I know how to make you feel better. To get rid of the heat."
"What are you talking about?" Lucas asked, his hand growing brighter and spreading up his arm fast.
“After I leave the room,” Sean explained, setting Lucas down, “I want you to relax. Relax, but focus on the heat.”
"What?"
"Just trust me," said Sean. "It's your own body's mutant power, it's not going to do anything that's going to hurt you. I'll be back when you're done."
"When I'm done with what?" Lucas called out. But Sean had already left the room, getting as far away from Lucas, whose entire body was now glowing with that dull red light, as he could.
"What's wrong?" asked Arthur quickly as Professor Cassidy joined the group outside.
"Is he alright?" asked Theresa. "Is he hurt?"
“Get away from the door," said Sean, waving everyone back. "Get as far away as you can. Down the hall, please."
"What's going on?" asked Jones as they were ushered down the hallway, now maybe sixty or seventy feet away from the open Danger Room door.
"I think we're about to discover that Lucas Bishop isn't just invulnerable," Sean explained, turning to Professor Frost. "Emma?"
"I have him," she said with a nod, tapping her temple with a perfectly manicured finger. "I'll keep him calm."
"Good," said Sean, standing protectively between the students and the Danger Room. "He should be fine, but I want to make--"
Sean's words were cut short, and he threw a protective hand over his eyes as the doorway of the Danger Room lit up in a bright, silent red flare.
“Woah,” Jubilee whispered as she squinted through the glare, which was over as soon as it had begun.
"Is he alright?" Moira asked Emma. "You can still read him?
“Ummm, hello?” Lucas called out before Emma could respond. "Is anyone there?"
"He's fine," said Emma, putting her hand to her mouth, trying to cover a smile that had crossed her lips as she read Lucas's thoughts.
“Hey, um, so..." Lucas stammered. "Does anyone have a spare set of pajamas? Please?”
Party Time / Previous Chapters / An Unexpected Mission
Author: kanedax
Spoilers: Previous Chapters
Rating: PG13 for language, situations, and implied violence
Summary: Bobby and Kitty face the future while Lucas faces a big friggin' gun
Notes: The original version of this chapter can be found here.
I don't own these characters. They belong to Marvel, Disney, and 20th Century Fox.
Party Time / Previous Chapters / An Unexpected Mission
“Achoo!”
“Gesundheit.”
“Oh, hey, Bobby.”
Kitty Pryde smiled at the sight of Bobby Drake in his pajamas, sitting in his usual insomniac position, and joined him in the kitchen.
“How’s the ice cream?”
He shrugged, his frosted hand keeping the container cold. “It’d be better if it were Rocky Road. Butter pecan isn’t my favorite. But you know what they say: ice cream’s like sex.”
Kitty paused, her eyebrow arched.
“Even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.”
Kitty shook her head, laughing in spite of herself.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
“The dames call it quality," said Bobby with a smile. "Grab a spoon, grab a seat.”
Kitty walked to the drawer. “Can’t sleep, either, huh?”
Bobby sighed. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“You and me both," said Kitty. "We’re out of spoons.”
"Really?" asked Bobby, his brow furrowed. "You'd think with so few people left around here we wouldn't run out so fast."
"Not funny," said Kitty, her stomach twisting.
“Yeah, you're right," said Bobby. "Sorry." The two sat in a silence broken only by the hum of the refrigerator and their thoughts of Charles, Jean, Scott...
"Here," said Bobby, clearing his throat and holding out his spoon, "use mine, share some boy germs.”
"Thanks," said Kitty, taking the spoon from his fingers and unselfconsciously sucking the remaining ice cream from it.
“I need some carrots or something, anyway," he said, standing up and walking to the refrigerator. "To cut the sweet a bit.”
“So you got back a few nights ago,” Kitty said, taking a scoop from of ice cream as Bobby pulled a bag of carrots from the fridge. “You haven’t told me about your trip yet.”
“Well, you’ve been difficult to get a hold of,” said Bobby, a container of vegetable dip joining the bag. “Flying around with Ororo, picking up the new recruits.”
“And you’d be amazed at how fast flying coach makes you miss the jet,” Kitty responded as he sat down next to her. “But don’t change the subject. How’s Rogue doing?”
“Fine,” Bobby said, swirling the dip with a mini-carrot. “Yeah, she’s… she’s doing just fine.”
“Adjusting to life as a human fairly well?”
“Yeah, fairly well,” Bobby mumbled.
“That’s great,” Kitty said, leaning down to get a better look at Bobby, who suddenly seemed to find the French Onion dip as the center of his universe. “Isn’t it?”
Bobby sighed. “Rogue…” he said slowly. “Marie, I mean… she wants to be called Marie now. Well…” He threw a carrot into his mouth. “You know how she was when she was here, right? Out of all of us, she was the one that just wanted things to be like they were. Before she got her mutant power, that is. I thought I understood what she meant. I mean, I had to live that life indirectly, you know? Not being able to touch her. I knew how she felt...
“But after she got the cure," he continued, grabbing another carrot even as he looked like he was going to be sick, "after I visited her, I realized she wanted more. She's moved back with her parents, which is great. She… she’s in college now, which is fantastic. And…”
Kitty felt a nervous twist in her stomach, although she didn't know why. “And?”
Bobby paused, then quickly grabbed the lid for the dip and walked it and the carrots to the refrigerator. Opened the door. “These past few years," he continued, "the time she spent as a mutant… running away from home, being kidnapped, fighting, watching her friends die… She didn’t just want to touch someone again. She wanted her old life back again. All of it.
“Including Cody.”
Kitty’s heart leapt. “Cody?”
“Cody,” Bobby grumbled, still facing the open refrigerator. “The guy she was dating when her powers manifested. The one she put into a coma. The one who doesn’t remember a thing about what happened except that he passed out in her room.”
“What?”
Bobby nodded. “Yeah. He doesn't know she was a mutant. They've... reconciled." He said the word like it was the most vulgar of swears. "They’re together again."
“Oh, my God, Bobby," Kitty said, walking to him and putting her hand on his shoulder. "I’m so sorry.” And even though her hand was shivering as she touched his shoulder, even though the butterflies in her stomach were flying again for the first time since that night on the frozen fountain, she was able to say those words.
“Yeah, I know,” said Bobby, absently wiping his hand across his face to quickly hide the wetness that had developed around his eyes. “It’s okay, really. I know she’s not the girl she was when we were dating. When we hung out, she looked at me like I was a bad memory. I even tried the flower trick, the one that got her in the first place...”
He held his hand out, covered it with the other, and then pulled it away to reveal a perfectly shaped ice flower.
“She looked at it and… I think I saw revulsion.”
“You’re kidding me,” Kitty whispered.
“She looks back on... this…” he said, setting the flower inside the refrigerator, “and she sees it as a prison. Like her powers, the powers she hated, forced her to stay here. And people like me, like you, like Logan, like the Professor, were all just cellmates. Like her life here, her life with me, was just one big nightmare. And now that she’s cured, she’s acting like she’s finally awake and she can forget it all. Can forget all of us...”
Kitty wrapped her arms around Bobby's middle, hugging him close, feeling his arms wrapping around her tighter than she anticipated.
“She’s an idiot,” Kitty said, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “If she she wants to forget her time with us, then that’s her problem. To lay it on you is just wrong. You’re too great a guy to just be tossed away like that.”
She pulled away and looked at him in the eye, which was looking a little more watery than she was used to.
“Let her have Cody,” she said, touching his cheek gently. “She’ll be in a trailer park in Mississippi, with a dog, three kids, and The Price Is Right on the television. She’ll be miserable with him, even if she forgets that she had it better with you. Let her have that life," she smirked. "We’ll be too busy saving the world to miss her.”
Bobby smiled, not pulling away. “You do have a way with words.”
She felt Bobby's hand, still chilled from his impromptu sculpture, slide up to her face. Behind her neck. Gentle.
Kiss him, Kitty’s mind whirled. Kiss him kiss him you’ll never get a better chance kiss him!
She pushed up on her toes, her face, her lips, trying to reach his. She saw, felt, his face move down to meet hers.
She closed her eyes.
A horn blared.
The two jumped apart, their faces sharing a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and that ingrained alertness that came from being raised X-Men.
“What the hell is that?” Bobby yelled over the horn, which was quickly drowned out by a high-pitched screech that caused them to both cover their ears in pain.
“Is that Theresa?” Kitty yelled, then pushed Bobby aside as a red light suddenly began to flash behind him.
“Well... that's new," said Bobby, staring at the three-dimensional map which had suddenly appeared on the refrigerator door.
“It’s the Danger Room,” Kitty yelled, pointing to a section of the sub-basement blinking red.
“All right,” he said, grabbing her arm and running out of the kitchen. "Come on."
"No time," she responded, grabbing his own arm and sinking through the floor as effortlessly as if it were water, dragging him down with her.
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The students stood paralyzed as the red beam flashed from the gun and connected with Lucas Bishop's chest, blasting him against the wall. Alison Blaire began to scream, the sight of Lucas's smouldering shirt, a black char mark against his already dark skin, more than she could take.
“Get out of the way!” Jubilee yelled, pulling Alison away from the spinning turret, which honed in on the two girls and followed their trail.
Theresa Cassidy now began to scream, but not out of terror. The subbasement hallway was suddenly filled with her sonic wail. The gun shook with the resonation, sparks pouring from its joints. Instead of shutting down, however, it began to shoot wildly.
"Scream didn't work, Cassidy!" Jubilee yelled as she and Alison jumped into an adjoining hallway, barely avoided one of the stray beams by inches as the red energy plowed into the metallic wall.
The gun continued to flail, shooting bolt after bolt into the ceiling, floor, and walls. It spun towards Jones, who were still frozen in shock, as immobile as a deer in the headlights.
It fired.
And passed harmlessly through him.
“What's going on?” came a voice from behind him. Jones turned to find Kitty and Bobby, her hand on Jones's shoulders, Bobby's hand on hers, both pairs of eyes glued to the gun.
“I…” Jones stammered, “We…”
"I'm on it," said Bobby, holding out his free hand to freeze the gun with a blast of ice. Before he could get a chance, however, a brown object flew from behind him. As if in slow motion, Bobby watched the bottle, flying neck-first, whirling towards the gun, which had turned to point directly at it. Thinking back to the event later, Bobby would swear that the bottle's trajectory was going to miss low, just not having the power to even touch the laser. However, against all laws of physics, the bottle rose slightly, as if pushed up by an invisible hand, and smashed neck-first into the gun's barrel. The bottle's twist-off cap disappeared into the tube, a small fizzle was heard, and the gun fell silent.
Bobby and Kitty turned around to find the bottle's hurler, Arthur Centino, hanging upside down by his ankles from a florescent light fixture. His hand was still outstretched, as if in shock that he had made the throw that he had made.
His left eye was glowing.
“Luke?” Arthur breathed, and with a blink the light was gone. He dropped from the ceiling, landing on his hands, and gracefully flipped upright.
“What is going on here?" a voice echoed through hall
“Luke!” Arthur yelled, running to Bishop and dropping to his knees.
“Oh, Lord,” groaned Professor Cassidy as he, MacTaggert, Frost, and Forge were all running full-tilt towards the students, who were now circling around Lucas.
“Get out of the way!” Dr. MacTaggert yelled, pushing Jubilee and Theresa aside and kneeling down beside the boy's body. She pulled Lucas’ shirt open, revealing the deep black char. She examined it diligently, but looked hesitant to touch the wound for fear that it would only be made worse.
“What the hell was that?” Emma Frost yelled, rounding on Forge. “Why is there an active laser mounted in front of the Danger Room?”
“Extra security…” Forge stammered, his eyes never leaving Bishop. “I thought… now that we’re… oh, God…”
"Urrr... My head…”
Moira jumped back as Lucas groaned. Leaning forward carefully, she wiped her hand across the char, revealing unmarked skin underneath. Lucas rubbed the back of his head, where it had bashed into the wall, leaving a dent.
“Ow…”
"Oh, thank God," Moira said with shuddery breath as everyone surrounding Lucas released a relieved laugh. Everyone except Forge, who had turned back to the gun.
“How?” he stammered, looking at the gaping holes in the floor and wall. “That gun… The way I made... It should have…”
“Invulnerability," Professor Cassidy said with a relieved sigh. "Well, I think we’ve figured out his power, Lucas. How’s your head?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he muttered, passing his hand across his face. “It did, but now it doesn't. But I feel… really hot…”
The group stared at Lucas’ hand as he wiped his face. His fingers were glowing with the same dull red color as the laser's bolts.
“Oh, my…” Cassidy said.
“Really…” Lucas muttered, his voice trailing off as he stared at his hand. “Really hot… What's happening?”
“I think I have it figured out,” Professor Cassidy said, kneeling down and lifting the young Lucas Bishop into his arms and carrying him into the Danger Room. “I think I know how to make you feel better. To get rid of the heat."
"What are you talking about?" Lucas asked, his hand growing brighter and spreading up his arm fast.
“After I leave the room,” Sean explained, setting Lucas down, “I want you to relax. Relax, but focus on the heat.”
"What?"
"Just trust me," said Sean. "It's your own body's mutant power, it's not going to do anything that's going to hurt you. I'll be back when you're done."
"When I'm done with what?" Lucas called out. But Sean had already left the room, getting as far away from Lucas, whose entire body was now glowing with that dull red light, as he could.
"What's wrong?" asked Arthur quickly as Professor Cassidy joined the group outside.
"Is he alright?" asked Theresa. "Is he hurt?"
“Get away from the door," said Sean, waving everyone back. "Get as far away as you can. Down the hall, please."
"What's going on?" asked Jones as they were ushered down the hallway, now maybe sixty or seventy feet away from the open Danger Room door.
"I think we're about to discover that Lucas Bishop isn't just invulnerable," Sean explained, turning to Professor Frost. "Emma?"
"I have him," she said with a nod, tapping her temple with a perfectly manicured finger. "I'll keep him calm."
"Good," said Sean, standing protectively between the students and the Danger Room. "He should be fine, but I want to make--"
Sean's words were cut short, and he threw a protective hand over his eyes as the doorway of the Danger Room lit up in a bright, silent red flare.
“Woah,” Jubilee whispered as she squinted through the glare, which was over as soon as it had begun.
"Is he alright?" Moira asked Emma. "You can still read him?
“Ummm, hello?” Lucas called out before Emma could respond. "Is anyone there?"
"He's fine," said Emma, putting her hand to her mouth, trying to cover a smile that had crossed her lips as she read Lucas's thoughts.
“Hey, um, so..." Lucas stammered. "Does anyone have a spare set of pajamas? Please?”
Party Time / Previous Chapters / An Unexpected Mission