Primus Scholae: Part Eight

by Phil Hartman

CEREBRO FILES:

COLLECTIVE CODEFAX: New Mutants II

FILE 13:

CODEFAX: Homonculus
REAL NAME: Coy Mahn, Leong
AGE: 13
DOB: 8/13/87
HEIGHT: 5'
WEIGHT: 100 lbs
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
POWERS: Alpha-class physio-division and animation

FILE 14:

CODEFAX: Triage
REAL NAME: Coy Mahn, Nga
AGE: 13
DOB: 8/13/87
HEIGHT: 4'11"
WEIGHT: 90 lbs
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
POWERS: Alpha-class healing

9/12/00: Mass. Acad. Medlab: 23:05 hrs EDT:

Moira hid her scowl well as her prize student jerked herself back to wakefulnes.

"Nga, lass, ye need yuir sleep," Moira told the Vietnamese healer. The girl smiled weakly at her, then yawned and closed the file she had been reading.

"Merci, professeur MacTaggart," Nga said, standing. "I was trying to memorize the necessary growth factors for nerves ... I have an idea for a term project, but I would need your approval, and that of the Summers family."

"Nerve - oh, Nga, lass, t'is a splendid idea, but we've tried that f'r Jesse already," Moira said, a rare look of sorrow flitting across her face. "E'en with Shi'ar technology, we dinnae dare attempt it w'out more computer models. B'sides, he's adapted very well."

"I know. But perhaps ... it's just unfair, Lady Kinross," Nga sighed, shifting to Moira's rarely-used title. "If not for Jesse, then perhaps for the thousands of other victims of nerve-damage across the world - I have to hone my powers as far as I can."

"I understand, lass. Ye have a rare an' truly special power," Moira said, smiling. "An' who knows ? Maybe ye c'n give Jesse th' ability t'hear someday. I ken he would like it."

"At least I have a useful ability," Nga said, her tone shifting to disapproval. "Leong, on the other hand ..."

"Which one did he lose now ?" Moira tried to joke. Nga looked at her in surprise, and they both laughed.

"Tell anyone I've got a sense o'humor, an' I'll make ye drink my coffee f'r a week," Moira warned the girl. Nga bolted for the door, and Moira cackled.

"An effective threat, e'en if I've ne'er figured out why they all hate my coffee," Moira sighed, heading back to her and Sean's cottage. "A little haggis flavor ne'er killed anyone ..."

***-

"GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE !"

Ray launched a telekinetic blast at the hand scuttling along the floor of the girls' locker room, and psi-snapped, ~Leong, get it OUT of here, or LOSE IT !~

~Prudes,~ she "heard" across the psi-link, and the hand escaped into a nearby ventilation shaft.

"Rachel, I am SO sorry," Nga sighed, checking her wrist bracers with a red face. "That - couchon !"

"He's a typical guy," Ray admitted, leaning against her locker. "We should be grateful he didn't send it in here with an eyeball ..."

"HE should be grateful," Gail said darkly, playing with a fireball. Evil grins crossed each of the girls' faces, except for Nga, who sighed again.

#Leong would deserve it,# Nga admitted. #But he tries to keep people from understanding him ...#

***-

"Darnit," Bill said, walking with Leong into the Ready Room. The Vietnamese boy found his hand and reconnected it to his right wrist, as Bill nodded with wide eyes.

"Ah, well. It wasn't like I was going to grope any of them," Leong grumbled. "The hand was just going to grab some choice personal wear -"

"And then it would have been flambe'd," Gail snarled, storming in with the other girls. "Let's get something straight, you horror movie reject - you EVER send so much as a toe into our locker room again, I'll flash-fry it !"

"No one's cooking flesh of any kind," Ray interrupted, scowling at Gail and Leong alike. The rest of the boys entered the room, interest crossing their faces as Bill whispered what had happened.

"Listen, people, we're not playing around here," Ray continued, glancing from face to face. "We don't have to be X-Men when we graduate, but we DO have to be serious about our power training."

"Frank Richards," Joe whispered.

Ray looked around, then glared at her cousin as most of the boys snickered. Jesse hung his head, but had to fight to keep a smile off of his face.

"Cheap shot, Joey," Ray muttered. "I COULD tell the others about that time in Boca Raton when your stuffed -"

"OK ! I'm SORRY ! Jesus, Ray, you play dirty !" Joe blurted, blushing. "Besides, that was years ago ..."

"Oh, I remember," Gail giggled. "Mr. Boops fell into the tree chipper !"

"GAIL !" Joe yelled, blushing. "I was traumatized ! He was a good stuffed bear !"

"Gail !" Nate snapped. "Are we gonna dump ALL our family secrets for the team to gossip about or what ?"

"This from Mr. Anal-Retentive Junior," Bill growled. "You've got that psimitar stuck so far up your -"

~STUDENTS !~

Everyone jumped when Emma entered the room, scowling, and said, "You're two minutes late for your practice session. I trust this ... disagreement will be settled before tomorrow, and you won't be late again ?"

The kids mumbled their assent, heading for the Danger Room, but Emma put a hand on Leong's shoulder and stopped him.

"Leong, I appreciate your degree of control over your remote homonculi, but if I EVER catch you sneaking body parts into the girls' locker room or other off-limits areas again, your punishment will be very severe," Emma said with a dire tone. "Are we clear ?"

"Yes, ma'am," Leong said, gulping. #This IS a woman who's got a whip collection,# he reminded himself when Emma let him flee into the Danger Room.

#And I'm not afraid to use it,# Emma thought, nodding with a smirk as the kids got to practice.

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