Trans Girl Laura
Trans Laura
Jean doesn’t pretend to understand as the teen attacking professor K is carried out, unconscious, of whatever sewer they phased into by Kitty herself. She just tells Hank to start up the jet.
The boy is laid out on a seat, blood covering his head, skinny as a stick, and tense even in unconsciousness. Kitty had disappeared, and the kids had gather around the seat, staring.
“Who d you think he is?”
“I dunno. I saw claws- one of Logan’s kids, maybe?” Bobby offers.
“Pro’lly.” Warren says. “Well, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna sleep.”
“Nothing like religious zealots to tire you out.” Jean says, smirking, and follows suit.
***
When they get back, Kitty carries the boy again- she’d only answered the kids’ hundreds of questions with “that’s L- X-23. Call me if anything changes.”
“X twenty what?” Bobby had asked.
“Logan’s kid.” Kitty had said, and without further explanation had left.
Now they are gathered around the operating table, waiting.
His eyes finally opened twenty minutes later.
“Mister… Kinney, is it?” Hank asks. “I assure you, you are among friends.”
He doesn’t respond, simply sits and and stands up, popping his claws.
“Calm down, please, and don’t do anything that’s going to make us bleed.” Scott says.
“How do you know my name?” He asks, his voice raspy.
“You have a file, and we looked at it. Well, not in full, just your name. Laura, right? Weird name for a guy.” Bobby remarks, trying to make conversation.
“I’m not- I’m- what?”
“Your name’s Laura, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s a girl’s name, normally.”
“I am a girl.” He- she?- says.
“Oh.” Scott says. “Sorry. “
“It doesn’t matter. Who are you? And why the hell are we in a Weapon X facility?”