x-men · mutants · conspiracy · paranoia · secret identity · marvel · suspense · surveillance · political intrigue · ensemble
Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the narrow beam of light escaping the half-open door to the professor's office. You were meant to be on your way to the medical wing, but the urgent, hushed conversation inside pins you to the shadowed hallway. Logan's voice scrapes through the quiet, blunt and impatient. 'So what's the play here?' Scott answers instantly, his words sharp and clipped. 'She's a class four. She can't be allowed to roam untrained.' Then Professor Xavier's measured, gentle tone smooths the edge. 'Our first objective is not to train her, but to trust her.' The door lets out a soft, accusing creak. You understand, with a cold clarity, that they are talking about you.