Bobby weaved his way through the crowd, dodging people who were standing in the hallway at the noticeboard, eyes fixed on the sheet of their results from the exam.
He pushed back as someone ran into his shoulder, deciding to come back to check his results later.
"There's the dirty mutant kid," someone whispered.
Bobby spun around to see who had said that when he was pushed again, and he thought he felt a slight prick in his arm. He ignored it, assuming he'd imagined the sensation, and headed back to his apartment.
~*~*~*~
Hours later, Bobby lay on the couch, listening to Julie bang around in the kitchen. He'd promised to make dinner, but he couldn't seem to get up, he felt so strange.
He reached over and picked up his cell phone, and tapped in Hank's number.
"Hank?"
Hank
"Salutations and greetings from the den of medical inquiry, Bobby my friend," Hank said cheerfully.
"What can I do for you?"
Bobby
Bobby coughed.
"I was at Uni and I felt a needle on my arm and now I feel sick."
Hank
Hank felt an immediate surge of dread, but he kept his voice light.
"Would you like me to send someone to pick you up and bring you here?"
Bobby
"Yeah, if you can. Thanks."
Bobby rubbed his head.
"It could be nothing, right? Like just a bug or something?"
Hank
"I would say that it's nothing, but I know I would feel better if you were here," Hank said, selecting his words carefully.
"Who should I send? Logan?"
Bobby
"Um... Storm?"
Bobby sat up and paused for a few moments, letting the dizziness was over him. He blinked and rubbed his head.
Hank
"I'll contact her now," Hank assured Bobby, before pressing the button for Storm's room on the intercom.
"Ororo?"
Storm and Bobby
Storm put down her pen and pressed the intercom.
"Coming, Henry."
She got up and hurried down to the medlabs.
Bobby groaned and rolled onto his side.
Hank
"I need you to go to Bobby's apartment and bring him back here to the medlabs," Hank told her.
"He's sick, and it's better if he's here. In case he loses control of his powers."
Storm and Bobby
Storm nodded.
"Do you want to come? I'll go get the Jet."
~*~*~*~
Bobby froze, literally.
"Hanky! Powers are going weird!"
Hank
"We're coming, Bobby. Just stay calm," Hank told Bobby, getting up from his seat.
"I think I had better, Ororo. And perhaps we can keep it lowkey? Scott won't mind if we take his car."
Storm and Bobby
Storm nodded and they went and got Scott's car.
Within an hour, they were at Bobby's house.
Bobby lay on his couch, willing himself to get up to answer the door.
Hank
Hank opened the door with the key Bobby had given him, entering the house quietly.
"Bobby?"
Bobby and Storm
"Oh Hank man, I'm so glad to hear your voice. I'm in the living room," Bobby called.
He sat up, blinking a few times to clear his head of the dizziness.
Storm was waiting in the car.
Hank
"Do you require assistance in getting out to the car?" Hank asked as he entered the room.
Bobby
"Nah, I'm ok."
Bobby stood up, and then wavered, before falling back on the couch.
"Yes. I need help."
Hank
Hank leaned down slightly and picked Bobby up carefully, cradling him in his large arms. Behind the small glasses set carefully on his muzzle, he looked at Bobby with concern.
"We will retire to the mansion, Bobby. There are better diagnostic tools there."
He turned and walked out to the car slowly.
Bobby and Storm
"Thanks Hank," Bobby murmured, resting his head on Hank's shoulder.
Storm got out of the car and opened the door for Hank to put Bobby inside, and then once everyone was settled, she drove back to the mansion.
"Is he ok?" she asked softly, noting the passed out teen in the backseat.
Hank and Bobby
Upon reaching the mansion, Bobby was ushered straight into the medlabs, where Hank did extensive tests over and over again.
Hours later, the conclusions all pointed to one thing.
Bobby had Legacy.