By the time Cyclops, Storm and Wolvie return with Jean and the Professor, Beast and I are done in his lab, and Bishop and I are squaring off in the newly repaired Danger Room. It turns out that several boards of circutry had somehow burned themselves out and had to be replaced. Ah well, shit happens.
At the moment, I’m examining the energies around Bishop and am only vaguly aware of the green glow that always comes from my eyes when I use that power.
Energetically, Bishop doesn’t look like most other people. Since he absorbs the energy of any attack made on him and then is able to use the agressor’s energy against him or her, he seems to glow slightly to my energy-sight, but around him, there’s a dark, null area. It takes me a moment to realize that he’s subconsiously absorbing a little of the kinetic energy produced by the friction of the particles in the air that are always colliding with anything they come across.
My mind is torn from its musings when I find myself suddenly faced with the monster from my dream.
“Why don’t you leave me alone?!?” I snarl and unsheeth my claws, tearing at him savagely.
“What?!” a part of me hears, but doesn’t acknowlege as Bishop’s voice. Before I know it, I’m flying backwards through the air. Shortly, I hit the wall and everything goes black when my head impacts with the wall.
The first thing that strikes me as I slowly fade into conciousness is a horrible smell.
“Ugh,” I murmur, pushing the offensive smelling stuff away and opening my eyes.
I find myself laying on my back on an examination table in the med lab. Beast, Wolvie, Bishop and Jean are all standing over me.
“Welcome back, darlin’.”
“Uh thanks…” I pause before suddenly remembering what happened. “Oh gods! Bishop are you ok?!”
He nods gravely.
“What exactly happened?” Jean asks.
I blink. “Nice to see you again, too, Jean,” I answere with a grin. Then I sober up. “Well, Bishop and I were sparring, when I thought I saw him as a character from several nightmares I’ve had. I guess I went kind of crazy without really meaning to.” I frown, furrowing my brows. “I thought I saw someone at Harry’s Hideaway who looked like him, too. The dude was staring right at me…probably ‘cause I was staring at him…”
Jean frowns. “What have these dreams been about?”
“Well, um, I can’t really remember…when I wake up, I just feel unsettled and upset, and I can remember how the young man in it looked. He had long, strait, dark hair and really light eyes…” I trail off and look down at my hands.
“Why didn’t you tell us about these dreams before?” Beast asks, raising a furry blue eyebrow.
I shrug. “I just thought that they weren’t important. I mean, I have nightmares all the time, and nothing ever comes of them.”
“Well, darlin’, somethin’ is now, an’ I think you should talk ta ol’ Chuck about ‘em. See if the guy yer talkin’ about rings a bell ta him,” Wolvie pipes up.
I swing my legs over the edge of the med bed and look at Bishop.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m fine. You appear to be as well,” he answers.
I grin a little. “Yeah, well, it takes more than a flight into a wall to damage me for any long amount of time. I run into walls pretty much every day, anyway.”
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Mind Index