Im not sure about Bobbys faith...but I figure its a natural reaction
‘Seems Hank was right about young Michael’s feelings towards Scott…he’s so foremost in his mind…and not in a good way…’ Charles mused for a moment.
‘But they changed so quickly…he’s such a caring soul…not at all like his mother…I seriously doubt we have to fear Hank’s ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’…still…I must have a word with Scott…’
He found Scott in the library, staring broodily out the window, an open, and unread book in his lap. “You’re going to tell me to lighten up on the little creep, aren’t you?” He said without even turning to look at his teacher…his surrogate father…
“I thought
I was the telepath…” Charles smiled. “And he’s not a little creep…as you put it…he’s a bright, inquisitive and very caring human being.”
“It’s the
inquisitive bit that worries me…” Scott mumbled.
“I don’t sense anything foul about him…” Charles began.
“You’ve done a full scan then?” Scott demanded.
“No…he’s still too weak for that…”
“His probably got mental shields anyway…” Scott huffed. “But he won’t get into anything he’s not supposed to…”
“Yes…the tracker…” Charles’ voice was low…almost disapproving.
“So you don’t approve?”
“Scott…he’s a terrified young man…you’re just spooking him more…if you continue to treat him like the enemy that’s what he’ll eventually become!”
“You want me to just give him the benefit of the doubt? Knowing where he came from?”
“He’s just a boy, Scott…” Charles sighed. “Try and get to know him a little better before you judge him…Hank and Warren have already warmed to him…though I do fear Bobby’s first meeting…”
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“Ha…” Warren smirked. “Can you just imagine the reaction we’d get if that kid and I walked down the street together?”
“You could certainly freak some Christian fundamentalists…” Hank nodded.
“Why?” Bobby asked in innocence. “Is something wrong with him?”
“You haven’t gone to see him yet?” Hank asked.
“Nah…that Rogue chick’s all lovey dovey over him…and who wants to see
THAT?”
“Maybe you should go and introduce yourself.” Warren suggested. “He’ll be staying here for a while I imagine…and he’s only about a year or so older than you…you two should get on like a house on fire…”
“Okay…” The youngest X-Man shrugged and headed for the infirmary.
“This I
HAVE to see!” Warren beamed.
“Why?” Hank frowned, unable to fathom the angelic mutant’s enthusiasm.
“Bobby’s totally freaked by horror movies and the like…” Warren explained. “And you know what that kid looks like.”
“That’s not very nice…” Hank grumbled. “Michael’s the sweetest guy…far more an angel than others I could mention…”
“What was that?” Warren looked back at his lumbering friend.
“Never mind…” Hank sighed.
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Bobby could here voices as he approached the infirmary door. One he immediately recognised as Rogue’s…the Southern drawl and peppery language were unmistakable. The other was soft, barely more than a whisper…
‘Gotta be whatsisname…Michael?’ He heard Rogue break into a laugh.
‘He must be something if he can get that girl to lighten up…I haven’t met anyone as sullen since I met Slim…’
He rounded the doorframe, leaning against it in an attempt to look cool for the newcomers…
Then he got his first look at Michael…
The dark skin…the pointed ears…the tail, obviously his, wrapped around the girl’s arm. He was smiling slightly, revealing the tips of two very sharp looking fang-like teeth.
‘Holy spit!’ He thought, absently crossing himself.
“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!” He screamed and bolted back down the corridor, nearly knocking both Warren and Hank off their feet.
“Told you it’s be good…” Warren smirked. Hank just sadly shook his head.