Wolvie Femmes * Normalcy:
Alex dodged the projectile when Beast screamed for her to do so. She rolled on the ground recovering on one knee and blasted the launcher with an ice ball. She didn't see the one behind her and it hit her dead in the back knocking Alex against the floor stomach down.
Beast moved to her checking her quickly and she roused so he took a deep breath as he moved to disable the simulation.
"Why didn't you warn me?" Alex looked sad.
"Alex you must not rely on the fact you were born a triplet," Beast stood in the now empty danger room. He wished she had some of Hayley's killer instincts or Ally's keen eye but Alex was more of a scholar than a fighter and that was what he had to rectify. "I cannot call into your mind and issue a warning."
Alex let him help her but she knew she had failed, "I am used to being part of a team, Henry." She frowned missing them more; she could feel them in her mind as if they were there with her. They were like ghosts who followed her.
"They will not always be there and you are an individual," Hank popped the door open. "What did your instructors do in school with the three of you?"
"They let us stay together," she smiled ruefully.
"They didn't find it wise to separate the three of you to develop your own personality?"
"They tried," Alex sighed pulling her hair out of its ponytail and letting it spill to her shoulders. "They put us in three separate classes but we screamed ourselves into fits until they gave up and kept us together."
Beast growled lightly at the school system, "You need to be an individual."
Alex looked offended, "I am."
"Alex, you need to see things from my perspective," He put hands on her shoulders. "You are a young lady who was waiting for a 'twin' to call a telepathic warning as she had done for me."
She nodded feeling a bruise starting on her back, "You’re right, as usual." She bit her lip. Was he so much more mature than she? She felt the oldest and the smartest when she was with her sisters and now she felt that she was starting all over. Henry kept her mind stimulated and busy but he outwitted her very often.
"I don't want to be 'right'," He met her eye. "I want you to learn so you don't get hurt."
Xavier made his way to them, "Are you all right Alexandra?"
Alex groaned, 'He saw that?' She stood up straight, "I am fine."
"I take it that this is the result of adjustment?" He looked to them both.
"If you mean 'empty triplet syndrome', then yes." She moved away with a sigh. "I need to shower before class, excuse me." Shakespeare, a man she almost understood. She broke into a trot to get to her room quickly.
"Is she all right, Hank?" Charles was concerned. He had heard Hayley and Ally were doing better than Alex. He also worried about Justice and the newscasts he had seen.
"Better than her sisters will be," Henry smiled. "She is getting a jump on fighting without them and it will be months before her sisters may begin."
"She seems so dismal recently," Charles couldn't help but to worry.
"She will be fine, Charles." Hank assured him. "She has more will and strength than she sees but once she does and I think we will all be proud."
Xavier nodded because he hadn't thought of how his other nieces would do in the danger room after giving birth. "Thank you, Henry." He looked to his watch wondering if he should catch the news.
Justice walked from his office in search of a cup of water. He had been locked in there all morning.
His secretary Belinda sat up seeing him emerge, "Anything I can get you?"
"Not unless you can stretch my legs FOR me," he winked watching Bob approach.
"I bring good news," Bob smiled.
"Media isn't allowed in court rooms any longer?" Justice smiled.
Bob smiled, "Social good news," he elaborated. "We have the fund raiser's date and the benefit dinner moved closer."
"How is that good news?" Justice knew it would have everyone jumping to rearrange their plans.
"It will give the media something positive after your Gandhi performance in court," Bob hit him with the file he carried. "Will you be bringing the siren I have heard about?"
Justice nodded thinking of how lovely Storm would look there.
Bob started away, "Oh, and tell Hayley she needs to rehearse for the dancing tomorrow."
"She can't," Justice called to him and Bob stopped quickly.
"I don't want to hear 'can't' Justice," Bob kept a hard look. "Why 'can't' she?"
"She's pregnant," Justice smiled.
Bob's mouth dropped, "Hayley?" He would think somebody like Hayley would have put her uterus up on Ebay rather than have children. "Well then she will have to come to the benefit dinner with her, 'husband'?"
"Significant other," Justice corrected him. "They have a place not too far."
"It's a shame she can't lead the dancing," Bob rubbed his jaw dismally. He felt like yelling because Hayley always helped the dance benefits and then showed up to the dinner in a gown that would only rival her sister's. "Can she choreograph it?" Bob was pulling at straws. "What about Ally?"
"She's pregnant too." Justice felt his position.
"And Alex?" Bob sighed.
"She could if you want her," Justice knew Alex was more than capable at dancing and/or singing but she preferred not to because she had always considered it her sister's place.
"Yes!" Bob jumped thinking of her performance at the last benefit. "Better one than none."
"She didn't say yes yet," Justice joked and looked at the time. "I have to get my daughter from school."
Bob nodded, "gone a few months and kids are crawling everywhere."
Justice merely nodded and moved away but Bob caught up, "this kid of yours is coming to the dinner."
"Bring her," Bob smiled. "I am intrigued to meet this daughter."
Justice smiled and waved over his shoulder as he passed people smiling at him. As he made his way to the car, he had to admit it felt good to be back to normal life, kinks and all.
shuffled his files into his other hand to see his watch but felt like he was
being watched as he got to the parking garage.
He turned so suddenly that he almost dropped his briefcase. "Hello?" Justice called standing tall and then
scoffed. 'You're losing it
He heard his cell phone ringing as he got to his car and rolled his eyes seeing it was Bob already. "Yeah, Bob?"
"Got a moment?" Bob said brightly. "Big money client wants to speak only to you."
"Actually I really don't, I have to get
"Well, make a minute." Bob sounded cross now. "He will ONLY talk to you and his money is quite green. I've taken the liberty of giving him your cell number already so you can talk to him in the car."
Justice plugged his car phone into the stereo and the conversation was piped into the speakers. He buckled the seat belt with a groan. "Thanks for scheduling work for me."
"You're the vigilante who made the news and that's why he wants you," Bob sighed. "He is after some girl who owes him money."
"Then he needs a collecting agency," Justice started the car out of the space.
"He wants you because the amounts are a bit more than he feels comfortable with a simple agency," Bob was losing his cool, "Justice, take it. It's open and close."
Justice sighed inwardly, he knew Bob would hassle him until he took it, "All right, Bob." He heard the cell's call waiting and looked at the unavailable call, "Bob I've got another call. Bye."
over and turned the speakers down wondering if it was private, "
"And you are?" Justice was guarded of the tone and took them for a smooth talker.
"Mr. Essex," Justice hoped he had assumed correctly that it was his last name, "What can I do for you?"
"I would like you to take a case against a young lady whom I employed," Mr. Essex explained. "She was hired to do some work for me and ran without providing the agreed upon service."
"Really," Justice was ready to hit the off button on his phone, "So you want to take this woman to court to make a point?"
Justice almost hit the car in front of him, "WHO?"
Justice was beside himself, "Rayne Lebeau?" Justice wasn't sure if he should show his association with Rayne yet. "I don't think I can help you here." Justice felt like hitting Bob.
think you can."
my own reasons, one being, I don’t handle collections cases," Justice was
losing his temper as he gained ground on
"Mr. Adams," the other man calmed down a little. "I do suggest you rethink my request."
laughed, "All right, I’ll think it over." Justice paused. "Ok, I’ve thought it over and the answer
is still no." Justice's protective
nature was going over board and he was beginning to take it out on the road
since he couldn't do it on this
He hit the
dashboard angrily and ground his teeth.
Now he knew he had to see Rayne today and hoped
knows the answer," Miss Simpson called to the children. Nobody raised their hand. "
good," the teacher was proud but it caused more groaning from her classmates. "What school did you go to before,
St…I mean Ororo taught me,"
"A private tutor?"
Kayla patted the spot next to her and added a placemat, "Sit next to me." She bounced in her seat.
"Who was that pretty lady who dropped you off this morning?" one of the boys asked.
The bigger boy crossed his arms, "Think you’re so smart." He pushed his straw in his milk angrily.
Kayla bit her cookie, "What's your daddy's name?"
he has strawberry hair!"
Miss Simpson turned, "Is your daddy's name the same as yours?"
"The lawyer?" Simpson's eyes grew wider.
"I heard of him," the big boy laughed, "He's not your dad, he's famous."
Another boy joined in, "If he's your dad, then my dad's Hercules." They all laughed and began to point.
"It's not nice to lie." Kayla scolded her friend.
"He might be her father," Miss Simpson jumped in, “let's not doubt what someone says and let's NOT call names.
"Well I heard he's a mutant," the big boy chuckled.
"No," Imp lied. "Take it back!"
"No!" He crossed his
arms and the
BACK!" She felt Miss Simpson stop
her and as miss Simpson turned
"Everyone to their desks," the teacher said quickly taking
"Did you do it?"
"He shouldn't have said that."
Miss Simpson sighed and held her own hand behind the bookshelf as it began to vibrate wildly and the bookshelf shook.
"Yes, and be careful who YOU tell or show about yourself," Miss Simpson sighed. "Another adult wouldn't be as nice."
told me that,"
"No more though," Miss Simpson pointed her hand finger, "It's not fair is it?"
"Am I supposed to tell you?"
She laughed, "What does he do?"
Imp smiled and rocked on her feet, "He's really strong like Superman and fast too."
The teacher sighed, "Does he have a wife?"
"No, just Storm,"
"Ororo," Imp bit her lip, "I am not supposed to call her Storm."
Her teacher was reeling, "Tell nobody else ok? and NO more powers."
Justice moved quickly through the school wondering where his daughter was stashed. He wanted her early so he could get to Rayne and it was hard not to use his speed to move. He found a class and couldn't miss her blonde curls. He smiled seeing her talking to other children and laughing with a little girl with dark hair. He rapped on the door and the teacher walked over and opened it quickly.
"Yes?" She looked at the large man guardedly.
The teacher looked at him again and laughed, "You are Justice Adams."
Justice picked Imp up, "You were expecting Michael Jackson?"
"We had a discussion going on here about you."
is this a pre-law kindergarten?" He
rolled his eyes. He looked to
She nodded, "No, not to see Rayne." She wrinkled her nose.
her a chance kiddo," Justice pressed his forehead against
Justice laughed weakly, "She's got quite an imagination, huh?"
"Not as much as her other abilities," Miss Simpson smiled. "She flattened a boy with telekinesis."
"But Miss Simpson hid it,"
Justice was speechless, "Thank you."
Justice sighed, "I am sorry she did this."
"She can't do it again," Simpson frowned. "The school will have her out in a heartbeat."
"She won't," Justice looked at Jordan, "Right?"
She nodded, "right."
"We’ll see her tomorrow then," the teacher said quickly as the children began to approach.
The boy Patrick stood by the teacher, "You REALLY are that lawyer my dad talks about?"
cleared his throat, "I doubt it."
He smiled at the boy and ruffled his hair. He kissed