The Secret Side Of Me

written by- AKA

Rated T for profanity, violence and teenage rants.

Disclaimer- I don't own X-Men, or the Marvel Universe, just borrowing it, if that's ok with you peoples. ;-) I do own Arbiter/Feral, Hecate and Kapow. Also, this is my first X-men fanfic, be nice, cause i don't know everything about the X-men, so if i make a mistake...don't hurt me.

Prelude:

Alone

Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster of the School for gifted youngsters, surveyed the scene through the window.

The X-Men were playing soccer with some of the new students.

He smiled softly as he spotted Beast as goalie.

The big, blue-furred doctor crouched, tensed as his light grey-blue eyes watched for the ball.

Storm kicked the soccer ball to Jean, who, Charles sensed, smacked the ball not only with her foot, but shoved it using her telekinetic powers as well.

It headed for the farthest corner of the goal.

Chuckling, he nodded as Beast caught the ball, easily enough, though Jean had used her telekinetic powers to hurl it so far.

Suddenly, something took place that was unusual.

Scott had kissed Jean, teasingly, but Beast had seen it…and a gloominess radiated from him for a split was not long at all, but Xavier had felt it.
An intense loneliness had flashed through Hank's mind, revealing a part of himself he had not manifested.

Sighing, Charles realized that it couldn't be easy for the blue giant to be so uniquely endowed. Though he had tried to research how to reverse the effects of his experiment so long ago, no answers had shown themselves.

Now, as Hank continued as a terrific goalie, his loneliness had vanished from his mind.

But Charles Xavier knew better.

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"Hey Hank."

The familiar face of Logan appeared, cigar in mouth, as Hank looked up from his computers.

"What can I do for you, my friend?" Hank asked politely.

Logan chuckled.
"Just wanted to say that you were great as goalie. They couldn't get that ball past ya!"

"I am blessed in my athletic abilities…just as you are, I believe." Hank chuckled as he looked back to his research.

"What 'er ya doin?" Logan asked in mild curiosity.

"Researching the latest mutant attacks. The Brotherhood has not stopped. In fact, I believe it has grown considerably in the past few months. Magneto has been at work…" Hank growled softly as he finished one article.

Logan sighed.

"The old fart doesn't have anything better to do?"

"I suppose not." Hank chuckled briefly.

Logan shook his head as he walked out of the room.

Hank looked back at the article.

"Hmm…what are you searching for?" The blue giant grimly wondered.

Hank knew, by the sporadic activity, that Magneto was looking for something… or someone.

But what?

And why?

Hank stifled a yawn as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

He had a feeling they were going to find out…whether they wanted to or not.