Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2008 10:59:17 +1000 From: thothboi@hotmail.com Subject: Weaver X: Chapter 7 Xmen is the trademarked property of Marvel, all Marvel Characters are copyrighted to Marvel, and their characters are borrowed, for the purposes of the story. This is a work of Gay fiction, containing adult situations between consenting males. If you are under the legal age in your country, DO NOT CONTINUE, otherwise, I hope you enjoy. Weaver X Chapter 7 Alex frowned at the stack of soldiers, it was precisely that; someone had leant the soldiers up against the wall, the weave of air that bound them had made them slightly stiff, and the way they were stacked strongly suggested a stack of firewood. Shifting position, he unravelled the knotted weave and watched the group go down in a groaning bunch of tangled limbs. They had to have been in some considerable pain; being held in the one position must have made muscles cramp. Grinning inwardly, Alex noted someone entering the room. "Set 'em free already, kid?" The voice was low and harsh, definitely suited to a predator. Alex turned and recognised Wolverine. "So are you Logan or Wolverine?" He asked dryly, returning to his examination of shifting limbs, strangely none of the soldiers were making any sort of credible effort to free themselves. "Either." The man grunted and came into Alex's field of vision. "Xavier has them tight." He gestured to the soldiers with contempt. "Got them?" Alex blinked and shifted enough to take in Logan's expression. "In what way?" Logan smiled nastily. "Xavier's a Telepath." He tapped the side of his head. "He's got them all wrapped up and ready to go." Alex nodded slightly, that explained a lot of things, and posed other puzzles on top of all that. Why would a Telepath run a school for other mutants? He could, depending on how strong he was, of course, carve an empire out for himself, so why was he just playing at being a teacher? "You're here to keep an eye on them?" Logan glared at him. "No, I'm here to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't get hurt." Alex turned and faced the slightly shorter man in surprise. "They hardly pose a threat to anyone, and I have ways to take care of myself." He said dryly. "Yeah, I've heard that all before kid, but I wasn't talking about them, I was talking about you." A small condescending smile hovered around his lips. Alex frowned darkly at the older man, and then sighed abruptly; this had the feel of school procedure. "Thank you." He said reluctantly, moving towards the mass of men. "Whoa kid, what are you doing?" Logan sped between Alex and the soldiers. "The Professor will march 'em to the blackbird soon, you just had to let them go." Alex stared down into Logan's eyes darkly. "Unless you want them to receive some injury from sudden movement..." He sighed heavily. "Look, I was just going to heal them." Logan looked startled. "No one told me you could do that." He snarled under his breath. "Yeah, well, in order for someone else to know, I'd have to tell them first." Alex said dryly, stepping around Logan, now radiating scarcely suppressed fury, to look at the pile of men. Sighing, he seized his mutant ability and with thick flows of air, laid the soldiers out in a neat row on the floor. Logan muttered something that sounded as dark as his expression as he watched. "You can move ten men around, no problems?" He asked flatly. Alex nodded absently, knelt beside the first soldier and sank the diagnostic weave into him. A few strained muscles, was all, and the diagnostic weave shifted into the healing weave without pause. The blank faced man flopped about weakly as the weave sank in, then lay still. "What the hell was that?" Logan demanded. "What are you doing to him?" His voice took on a snarling quality. "It always happens during the healing." Alex said quietly, well, the two times he'd used it, it had happened. Once, happenstance, twice, coincidence, thrice, a pattern, as his mother used to say. "You'd be able to see better if someone had an open wound." He explained patiently, not bothering to turn around. "Then heal the fourth one from the far end." Dimitri's voice spoke from behind him. Alex turned back in surprise and found Dimitri, the Professor, Logan and Beast all watching him. At the Professor's nod and Dimitri's grin, he moved down the line to the man indicated and sank the diagnostic weave into him. Grunting in surprise he pulled open the man's shirt to expose a medical dressing covering a wound to the man's right side. Alex didn't remember anyone getting a wound in the quick struggle back in Dimitri's waiting room, but. With a sigh he sank the healing weave into the man and watched, along with the others the wound shrink to a small pink scar that would fade with time. "So much for the medical system." Logan said approvingly as Alex moved back down the line to the second soldier and repeated the diagnostic/healing. "This is amazing, the potential of this is astronomical." Dimitri exclaimed, caught up in the miracle of the event. "Yes. It indeed appears to be quite amazing, it will need considerable research." Beast allowed as Alex moved up the line, listening carefully to the conversation. "But will it last?" The Professor asked them curiously. "And what are the side effects, we need to proceed cautiously." "The kid healed him, you've got your proof right here." Logan protested as Alex again moved up the line. The diagnostic weave seemed to get easier and more informative still, the more he used it, the better he seemed to understand exactly what was wrong with each person and how to alter the healing weave, weaves really, to heal that exact problem. "Nevertheless, there still needs to be a great deal of caution before we leap into unrestrained use of this ability." The Professor replied severely. "We have no idea what the long term effects are." Alex sighed as he moved up the line again, six down and four more to go, and the others were talking as though he didn't exist. "But to know a way to make people heal just as if they were Logan." Dimitri's voice trailed off, as it often did when he was chasing a thought. "That is true, there have been other mutant healers before, but nothing like this." Beast's voice said consideringly. "Then there is always the concern that things haven't healed correctly, and no way to tell without detailed scanning. A pity we couldn't keep one of them to run tests on." Alex straightened up from the last of the soldiers, knuckling the small of his back. His attempts at using his powers to heal himself hadn't worked at all, it seemed that what he could do for others, he couldn't do for himself. That was more than a little annoying. "You don't need one of them." He cut into the conversation between the four older men irritably. "I've healed Dimitri from a head injury. Test him." He said tersely. Healing seemed to take a lot of energy, aside from the injured man pointed out to him, there had been two others with problems, one of which Alex suspected had a tumour, at least, he had had a tumour. Four sets of eyes stared at him in surprise. "You healed me the night of the incident?" Dimitri spoke first in tones of surprise and gratitude as he quickly made connections in his mind. Alex nodded wearily. "I'm not sure, but I think you were dying." Shrugging irritably at the amount of emotion in his voice Alex glared at the men. "Anyway, I'm going to go and have a bath, you lot can stand here arguing till the end of time for all I care, but unless you ask me nicely, you won't get to research anything that isn't between Dimitri's ears." Nodding in satisfaction at the astounded look on three of the four's faces, Alex stalked out, accompanied by Logan's sniggers. AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first flirt with submitting anything I've written, so please be nice and give me lots of feedback! I'm also looking for someone with artistic talent that extends beyond my stick-men capacity to draw me a picture of Alex, so if anyone out there would like to volunteer for the task, I'd hugely appreciate it! Thanks once again to all the people who've given me feedback, you're the reason I continue to write.