Jack had left the Med Bay, limping and still with a slight wheeze, under the protests of Dr. Chandler. But he couldn't stay in that antiseptic, sterile environment any longer, with nothing to do. His body may have needed more healing time, but his mind had had enough. Sitting around, with nothing to do but think. And he hated thinking for too long ( Read more... )

The journey back from wherever the hell they'd been was pretty tense. Between the numerous burns, the bullet wounds, broken bones and lingering threat of smoke inhalation, the group weren't really in the chatty mood ( Read more... )

The rec room was quiet and almost empty save for one individual seated on the small table with her head in her hands and her wings curled around herself. It wasn't dark enough in here. The glare from the snow outside was almost too much for the girl and the shield from her wings only did so much. Her iPod had been abandoned on the couch and for ( Read more... )

It had been a long, cold journey from St Petersburg; four hours of wind and snow, and most of it in the dark, early hours of the morning, but finally Dr Henry McCoy had arrived at the military compound where his presence had been urgently 'requested'. The order had been politely worded, to be sure, but there was no doubt that when the US Military ( Read more... )

There were new colors in the air, new streams of sounds and voices. Esme was watching them, her iPod in her hands as she sat on one of the tables in the kitchen. She was trying to carefully pull them apart, determine which color stream belonged to who. Bending the sounds to herself, she started picking them apart one by one. That one was Bradley, ( Read more... )

*Logan had been fine, once he'd got himself on the plane. He really had. But then the door had shut, and all the fear he'd been suppressing had come bubbling up with a vengeance. The blood drained from his face as his eyes shot towards his only line of escape, now closed off. The only reason he'd managed to avoid getting up and running out of there ( Read more... )

*Finally, everything was packed up, and Team X were at last ready to leave. All the tents had been dismantled, the equipment stowed and the local goverment silenced with a hefty bribe; the squad was now preparing to head for their next base, the location of which was still a secret kept by Stryker, although he planned to brief the team once they ( Read more... )

*If anyone were to walk past Esme as she sat on her rock by what was previously known as the lagoon, they'd notice that she was listening to her MP3 player. This was something she was allowed to keep because it was considered a weapon for the sonokinetic. She didn't actually need it BUT she was not about to complain ( Read more... )

*In the hour and a half following tent inspection Pyro had sat in front of his own tent for an hour and fifteen minutes of it. He'd been thinking about it for that length of time; weighing the pros and cons and wondering just how hard Esme would hit him if he did it ( Read more... )

*Stryker was well aware that the new rules weren't going down well at all. Too bad; they weren't supposed to. As Hendley had pointed out to him at some point in the past, the mutants were here to do a job as part of the US Military, they weren't here for some kind of holiday camp ( Read more... )