"We're here to be different; to show the world they don't have to fear us with loaded guns."
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Ximena Dominguez has lived one too many lives. The ending of the last wasn't one she liked to repeat. From a young age her mutant abi...
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XIMENA'S CAR HELD SCOTT'S motorcycle in the back. Well, seeing as Logan highjacked it last time they were at Professor Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters. Now, they were returning it... or bringing it back so Scott could put gas in the tank. Whatever seemed less imposing.
As her jeep pulled up, Jean and Ororo stood outside to greet them. Ximena practically jumped out of the passengers seat and ran into their embrace. Her heart beating erratically as she hugged them as tight as she could, borrowing her nose in their necks. She sighed in comfort at the familiar scents drifting up to her nose.
"Hey, I've missed you guys," She emotionally expressed. Jean hugged her by the neck tighter as if nonverbally signifying her agreement.
"There's so much to catch up on," Ororo enthused, grey eyes glancing over Ximena's face and body to make sure she was in one piece. "Are you okay? You look well, but I don't know for sure." Ororo placed the back of her hand on Mena's forehead, frowning subtly when the Doctor lightly swatted it away.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just the sniffles from being in the cold. It'll go away within thirty minutes."
"Good," Jean smiled, running her hand down Ximena's curled hair. "The last thing we need is an irritable and ill Mena causing havoc around the school." The Doctor rolled her eyes, nudging her playfully.
Ximena walked back to the car and got out her bags, towing them back into the school as her friends flanked her sides. Logan was all but forgotten at the moment, seeing as he was having a unpleasant conversation with Scott for taking his bike. She didn't want to stick around for that ugly confrontation.
Truth be told, it felt good to be back. The familiarity of her home for the last ten years hit her like a tons of bricks; yet, comforted her like a warm blanket. She couldn't practically put a name to it, but it settled in the pit of her stomach, soothing her like a prodigal daughter coming home. "We actually just came from a field trip at the museum."
"Yes, have you seen the news lately?" Ororo followed Jean's words seamlessly, leading Ximena by the hand inside.
Ximena furrowed her brow, shaking her head. "No, we've kind of unplugged from the media the last couple of months. Plus, it was hard to keep up when you moved from house to house."
"There's been an attack on the president," Jean muttered ominously, sharing a knowing glance with her Hispanic friend. Their voices were low as students walked passed them, laughing and joking without a care in the world. They never truly understood the gravity, which was caving in around them, of certain situations. The adults of the house intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
