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James had been sitting down with his laptop as usual, playing a bot game of League of Legends to get used to the new champion he had just purchased. His Christmas eve had been rather...lonely. The empty half of the room a painful reminder of how he had ended up playing games...by himself on Christmas. Without even a family to celebrate it with, not that he had much to complain about, considering the ordeal with his ex-roommate and the pretty blonde girl. He had learned, rather guiltily, that the other mutant was just as alone as himself. If not more so. It hadn't been clearly stated, but James was intelligent enough to put two and two together. 

He was so immersed in his game that when the knocking came, it made him jump out of his skin. Headphones off his head in a flash, James vaulted over his bed and jumped to the door. The first thought in his head was; Who exactly would want to talk to me? Aiden maybe...? He didn't think so, besides, Aiden didn't know which room was his. That left one thing. I've done something wrong. Ah. 

With his hand on the doorknob James's mind kicked into overdrive, searching the endless vaults for excuses which were believable. He had many, but now that his mind came to it, the alibis were slippery and elusive.

Turning the doorknob James took in a deep breath, ready to bark out apologies at a seconds notice. However he was surprised  to see the top of a head, one covered in long blonde hair....framing a familiar face.

Two things hit James, the second harder than the other. First; Relief. This was not the face of accusation. Second; Social awkwardness. Which, as usual turned his spine to steel, allowing any usual fluid movement impossible. Probably caused by him mostly looking at her considerably attractive face.

"Oh...Hi, I...urm...Merry Christmas?"

 He really had no idea how to reply to the girl who had practically torn his shoulder off his body. She had apologised profusely and James had told her it was all right, considering it was an accident. Which was true, he hadn't blamed her one bit. But she had been avoiding him...and admittedly he had been avoiding her, a little...for different reasons. Hot girls were not normally something which settled well with James's introvert mind.

"Mhmm" James nodded. The place was a school and a sanctuary for mutants with all the craziness that comes with it. As for lessons he had been attending since living at the mansion, it had all been normal junior high school year, with superpowers. The odd shenanigan and all that, caused by various superhuman abilities.

"They do the whole education system up until the end of high school and then you can do some college courses on the internet...at least that's what I think they said." James wasn't all that good at concentrating when it came to important stuff, let alone in lessons. "Its a sanctuary too, I reckon that's partly so that they can recruit people into the X-men easily...with good reason."

The X-men were still something which dominated James's thoughts regularly. After getting his sorry behind saved by one of the X-trainees, he had been thinking about the whole mutant and human equality issue more...that and about how he should really learn to fight/defend himself.

"I'm used to it"

"Right." James nodded. He wasn't so socially inept that he didn't get a well disguised "Could you shut up now?" Clearly has a story, this one.

They rounded the last corner and walked up the road. The mansion was clearly visible, in all its massiveness. Walking up to the buzzer James cleared his throat and pressed it, speaking into the intercom and looking up at the camera above it.

"Hi, Its James with a..." What should he say? Acquaintance? Stray? Mate? Friend? Mutant? Eh, friend will do. "...friend. Knock, knock." There was a quick reply and they were let into the grounds, looking up the long pathway to the front door. Good job James came in and out every morning.

"Home, sweet home. Come on, lets get that shoulder looked at." James said to Chad and set off down the path.

Some kind of doctor? Well, Doc Prof wasn't your usual doctor, but yes. James had only been to see him once and that was because he had been impaled in the shoulder after his best friend turned out to be a homo superior psychopath, then his other friend accidentally stabbed him good. Fun times.

"Yeah," James nodded. "The Doc is a mutant. Hes can heal wounds just buy putting his hands over them, its good to have around"

Without meaning to he rubbed his shoulder where there had been a gaping hole, along with the most pain James had ever experienced. Like white hot pins. "Trust me, That man is a lifesaver"

James wasn't sure if Chads shoulder warranted superhuman healing powers but still, that's what the Doc could do. They weren't that far from the big building, a couple of minutes at max. Turning to the blue guy, a question sparked in James's head. Was it a good idea to ask? Probably not.

"How long have you been in New York?" He asked cautiously, not meaning to pry, just make conversation.

"Er... try not to get cornered in any more alleys?"

James smiled, yeah that might be a good idea. Originally he hadn't thought they meant to beat him up. He had thought they intended to mug him, with nothing worth mugging he guessed that he was safe. Getting trapped in the future might not end so well, either way, learning a little bit of self defense couldn't hurt. The only question was where could he learn?

James would have asked Aiden right there about where he had learned to fight/who had taught him, but the other teenager didn't like social situations all that much, as far as he could tell. Letting Aiden go seemed to be the kindest way to go about it.

"Right," James nodded. "I'll do that, Thanks again."

The ordeal had made James feel a little pathetic. Looking at the pair, one would assume that the one made of steel, who was reasonably physically robust, would be the one to fight a bunch of narrow minded idiots with metal poles. Just goes to show, you can't judge a book by its cover.

"Maybe I will have to learn to fight like that, at some point" James muttered to himself. Then more loudly, "Anyway, See you around, Aiden"

He tried to cross his arms and winced again. Right, there is definitely something up there. James wasn't surprised the guy was trying to shrug it off as nothing, most mutants didn't like help from others. He was one himself, but sometimes it was necessary.

He wanted to help, but the look he was getting from Mr. Blue was one of stubbornness. James had quickly come to learn that people like him usually have some unfortunate history or story, which left its scars. Maybe this guy had trouble with trusting others, or something along those lines. Maybe an introduction was in order, great.

As James got ready to speak the social awkwardness gripped his spine, turning it stiff. The shock of possible danger usually stopped it for a while, but now it was returning.

"Listen, I...err"  Scratching the back of his head James considered what to say. Should he just go; Hey, if you want to walk around with a injured shoulder. Fine by me? No, he couldn't do that. James had relied on others in the past when it wasn't ideal, and he'd been stabbed in the back, but still. Mutants had to look out for each other, this world was a harsh place for them. That much he knew.

"I'm James. Sorry, what I said earlier might have been a bit insensitive. Either way, one thing I've found out from living at the mansion is that people like us have to look out for each other. That plus I kind of really hate hurting people who don't throw the first punch..."  He waved a hand idly at the other guys shoulder. The guilt in his voice was kind of obvious to the point where it was a bit embarrassing.