High Voltage- Part 6


ÒI believe youÕre already met Jean and Charles,Ó Hank said. Xavier nodded, and Jean waved. ÒAnd this is Scott Summers. He teached English and Automotive, but I doubt youÕll be in either of those classes.Ó

ÒAnd you must be Miss Voltage,Ó scott said, standing and shaking her hand. ÒWe were just talking about you. Dr. McTaggert says you have a lot of potential.Ó

Voltage nodded- well, what does one way to things like that?

A young man (younger than the others at the table, at least) with light brown hair and matching eyes bounded up. ÒHey, Blue, whoÕs the new kid, and why is she at our table?Ó he asked, his eyes giving her a once over-- then doing it a few times more.

Hank suppresssed a grin. ÒBobby, this is Voltage, and sheÕs to be my lab assistant. Voltage, meet Robert Drake, and accounant and our arithmetic teacher.Ó

ÒIÕm not just a math teacher!Ó Bobby said in mock outrage. ÒIÕm the best damn math teacher at this school!Ó

ÒYouÕre the only math teacher, Bobby,Ó Scott sighed, interrupting.

ÒAnd, Hank, IÕm the one doing your taxes!Ó he finished wihout missing a beat.

ÒRobert, I am perfectly capable of doing my own income taesm IÕm just too busy.Ó

ÒOh, sure, Blue Boy, thatÕs what they all say.Ó Drake said, punching hank on the arm fondly and flopping into the seat next to Voltage. ÒOh, you donÕt mind if I sit, do you?Ó

ÒNo, of course not, Mr. Drake.Ó

ÒBobby. ItÕs Bobby. Mr. Drake is my father.Ó //Damn bigot that he is.//

Ororo arrived at the table with a short, hairy man. His name was Logan. Soon after followed a blonde, winged man (Warren Worthington III), an asian woman with violet hair and an aristocratic British accent (Elizabeth Braddock), and a tall African-American man built like a brick wall (Bishop). Lastly, a young twentysomething pair who certainly seemed like a couple. they sat on BobbyÕs other side, but not before making their own introductions to Voltage.

ÒEnchantŽ,Ó murmured the man, kissing her gloved hand and studying her wih intense red-on-black eyes.

ÒGambit!Ó said the young woman in a southern lilt. She rolled her eyes in something akin to exasperation and elbowed him.

ÒOw! What was that for, chere?Ó he exclaimed in a Cajun drawl. ÒI was just greeting the girl!Ó

Bobby leaned over. ÒThatÕs Rogue, with the striped hair, and the Ôsouthern gentlemanÕ is Gambit, also known as Remy LeBeau. They say heÕs the best theif in the world, but heÕs more into annoying people out of their minds. He teaches a few languages, and she mostly serves as librarian.Ó

Voltage nodded as Remy looked a tthem across Rogue. ÒWhat you be telling her, Drake? Petite, if itÕs bad, donÕt you believe none of it.Ó he said with a sparkling grin.

ÒOh, come off it, Remy. You know youÕre every bit the terror he always makes you ot to be,Ó Rogue teased.

ÒRogue, this is Voltage. SheÕll be joining you in the quest for control,Ó Hank said.

ÒIs that so?Ó the woman asked, interested.

ÒQuite,Ó Ororo said from across the table.

But before conversation could continue, dinner was served, and Voltage was suddenly ravenous. Needless to say, she didnÕt much participate in the friendly banter going on aorund her.

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