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It was a nice Saturday morning at Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters, a safe haven for young mutants to learn how to control their powers and then use them to help others in the form of a group fondly known as the X-Men
Currently, said team was performing yet another training session in their Danger Room, a special chamber that allowed them to practice with their powers in a number of different combat simulations
"X-men, get down!" ordered Scott Summers, otherwise known as the X-Men’s field leader Cyclops, while knives came from all directions. Once everyone got down, he blasted all the knives, saving the X- men from being hurt.
"That was close…" mumbled Evan Daniels, also known as Spyke, who was the nephew of one of the teachers at the Institute known as Storm
"Yeah, but we are okay, aren't we?" said Jean Grey, a young telepath and telekinetic, looking thankfully at Scott, who blushed slightly at her praise
"Well, let's get moving, we still have a lot practice to do" The young leader mumbled quickly, getting back on his feet and continuing to lead his team
Meanwhile, at the Control Room, the two main teachers and headmaster of the Institute were watching their student’s session with varying levels of pride
The first teacher was a beautiful woman of African descent and sparkly white hair named Ororo Monroe, more famously known as Storm due to her unique ability to control the weather, which actually caused her to be worshipped as a goddess in her youth back in her home country
The second was a short but stocky man who had his arms crossed, frowning as he watched the training session go, but secretly feeling pride for the students. This was the Wolverine, whose only known alias was Logan, a man that possessed claws made from one of the strongest metals on earth and was easily the oldest inhabitant on the Institute thanks to his incredible healing factor that allowed him not only to heal rapidly of any mortal injury, but also granted him something akin to immortality.
Last but certainly not least was the owner of the Institute himself, sitting on his wheelchair as always, Professor Charles Xavier; a mutant who possessed telepathic powers and was perhaps one of the most powerful telepaths in the world, if not the most powerful.
The three teachers watched with fondness how much have their students grown over the time they have lived in the Institute. But they especially paid close attention to their very first student, Scott Summers, as he bravely lead his friends to yet another victory
"Can’t believe just a few years ago he used to be a scrawny mess that flinched at every noise…" Logan grunted out, referring to the young boy whom he personally trained back to top shape in what seemed to be just yesterday
"Indeed. Scott has truly come a long way since then" Ororo agreed, remembering those first few days with fondness
Charles shared his colleagues admiration over how wonderfully Scott had grown over the years, but something on the Control Panel gained his attention and worry
"Logan, is this laser part of your training program?" The telepath asked, gaining the immortal’s attention to the panel
"Not to my knowledge, Chuck" He said, and just then, a new laser cannon appeared from the Danger Room’s roof and began shooting at the X-Men with reckless abandon
"Like, what is going on?!" Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat, a mutant with the ability to walk through solid matter and known for always talking in a valley girl way, cried as she dodged a few of the mysterious green lasers that suddenly began firing from the sky
"I do not know. Is zhis a part of the session ve veren’t made avare of?" Kurt Wagner was the most recognizable member of the X-Men, both for speaking in his unique German accent and for his even more unique appearance which consisted of blue fur, pointy ears, fangs, bright yellow eyes that occasionally shined in the dark and a forked tail
He also possessed the ability to teleport within a limited radius with the only downside to it being the smoke he left behind, which smelled like sulfur and brimstone. And he used that ability to 'port himself and his foster sister, a girl only known by the name of Rogue, out of harms way
Rogue was a Southern gal whose powers allowed her to gain the abilities and even the memories of anyone she touches, but since there was no known way to deactivate her powers, at least not yet, she has been cursed to live a life of always keeping everyone at arms length in fear of hurting them with her powers
Nevertheless, despite this flaw, she shared the same heroic spirit as her friends and dreamt of a day in which she’ll finally gain more control over her powers and be able to touch once more
"X-Men! The lasers that are currently attacking you are not part of the Danger Room’s session!" The Professor’s concerned voice told them telepathically "Storm, Wolverine and I are working as fast as we can to stop this! You must hold on until then!"
"Easier said than done…" Rogue mumbled in her characteristic Southern drawl, quickly moving out of the way of a new laser
"Stay close, team! Spyke, you and I will try and take that cannon down! Nightcrawler, you and Shadowcat keep everyone out of harms way! Jean, try to see if you can keep us safe with your telekinetic shields!" Cyclops instructed, and the X-Men quickly went into action, trusting their leader’s judgement
For a while, they seemed to be holding on pretty well, with Scott and Evan throwing projectiles at the laser cannon in the form of Optic Blasts and bone spikes, Shadowcat and Nightcrawler phasing or teleporting everyone out of danger, and Jean trying her hardest to form a shield around her friends
And it seemed to be working, as the cannon became sloppier and started to slowly stop shooting at them. But unbeknownst to them, it still had one last trick up its sleeve and prepared one last laser at one of them…
Unfortunately, no one seemed to notice on time. No one except Scott that is, who noticed the canon sending probably the biggest of those green laser right at Rogue, who was distracted at the moment
“Rogue! Get down!" Cyclops shouted, shoving the surprised Southern goth out of the way and taking the full brunt of the attack instead
"Scott!" Jean shouted with concern for her best friend, as the whole Danger Room was filled with smoke due to the laser cannon finally exploding
Meanwhile, on the Control Room, the adults had finally shut the entire room down and quickly entered the chamber with concern for their students
"Storm, could you please disperse this smoke around us?" The Professor asked Ororo, who nodded as her eyes began glowing a soft white, summoning a gentle breeze that cleared the smoke away
"What the hell happened in here?!" Logan growled as he approached the students, who were huddling around a sobbing Jean
"It’s Scott! Something, like, happened to him!" Kitty explained with concern
"Zhat cannon vas about to attack Rogue, but he pushed her out of the vay on time!" Kurt explained, standing next to his stunned sister
"We don’t know what could’ve happened to him!" Evan cried, worried for his friend and leader as his aunt started to comfort him
"I can feel Scott’s mind, he’s still with us and seems to be unharmed" The Professor told his students and staff, lifting some of their worries "But, this is interesting…."
"What is it, Professor?" Jean asked her mentor, wiping some of her tears away
"I am not sure, but it seems like—" Before Charles could finish his explanation, a bright red flash interrupted him, just barely missing hitting Logan
"What the—?!" Before the Wolverine could finish his swearing, yet another red flash appeared and nearly grazed Kitty
"These are, like, Scott’s Optic Blasts!" Shadowcat cried "But what is he, like, doing pointing them at us?!"
Eventually, one last Optic Blasts which was the biggest one yet was pointed at their direction with Jean just barely being able to protect everyone with a telekinetic shield. The Blast died down after a while, with everything outside of the redhead’s protective bubble having been completely obliterated
"What was that about?!" Evan cried, still confused over whatever happened which was shared by everyone in the now destroyed room. And then, they heard it…
"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
A high-pitched, heart-wrenching cry that seemed to come from the very center of them room and sounded…oddly familiar
"Do y’all hear that?" Rogue asked, hearing the strange new noise
"Yes, it almost sounds like…" Jean started, and then proceeded "A baby’s cry?"
"Professor?" Storm turned to her mentor and friend who started to wheel himself towards the direction of the crying, with everyone else following him uneasily
Charles eventually stopped once he reached his destination with everyone else stopping behind him. The group let out a collective gasp of surprise, or on Logan’s case, a loud swearing noise as they discovered what exactly was causing those cries
It was a baby. A small baby with soft chestnut curls, a stubby little button nose and the chubbiest of little cheeks which also seemed to have a natural pink color to them, crying loudly but having his eyes firmly shut as big, fat tears fell down his cheeks
"What’s a baby doing in here?" Evan asked out loud, even more confused than before
"It’s so cute!" Kitty cooed, her confusion being turned into utter adoration for the adorable baby
"Look, y’all!" Rogue said, pointing at the crying baby. Or rather, at what exactly was the crying baby wearing. That being Scott’s X-Men uniform, which was way too big for its small size, with Scott’s visor resting besides him
"Vhy is zhe baby vearing Scott’s clothes?" Kurt asked "And vhere is Scott, for that matter?"
Jean, who had remained quiet during the whole ordeal, suddenly widened her eyes in realization and began to walk towards the baby, whose cries had turned into small but still heartbreaking sobs
"Don’t you guys see it?" The redhead told her friends, turning towards them with the baby carried on her arms "This is Scott!"
"What?!" The X-Men cried in surprise, not believing their friend at first. But the longer they stared at the baby, the more it made sense
The baby had the same hairstyle as their leader, and even though his eyes remained shut, they could still notice the thin red line underneath his eyelids that indicated the tremendous amount of power hidden behind them
And even if it didn’t, the baby shutting his eyes the same way Scott did whenever he didn’t had his sunglasses or visor was more than an indicator to them
There was no doubt. Their friend and leader, Scott Summers or Cyclops, was now a small baby
And they could all agree that Logan represented well their collective surprise when he screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK!!"