Title: Toss the Dice 1/?
Author: Allison
Email: Alibaba4343@aol.com
Rating: PG for now anyway
Summary: An alternate turn of events on the movie
Disclaimer: They are mine allllllllllllllll mine, because I reside in the Bizarro world.
Archive: WRFA, anyone else one it, just ask and I will swoon because you do
Author's Notes: Where this came from I don't know, I was driving home from soccer practice and we were passing by the Fire Station and I went "OOOOOOOOOH!" I tired to hide my happy thoughts from the other car members by not squealing too much. I tried to fling this away from me but it boomeranged when Jenn guilt tripped me into writing. It's allllll her fault…all hers. Praise to me...blame to her, just sure we got that clear. Who I am I kidding I wuv my beta reader. AND ON WITH THE FIC!
A/N 2: The song Rogue is singing is by Metallica, I meant to make it Steppenwolf, but I typed out the wrong lyrics. And the Latin translates out to "Easy is the decent" you know...into Hell?
"These are the gardens that Ororo Munroe tends to in her spare time. Many students enjoy studying among the flora." The distinguished older man motioned to the colorful array of flowers.
"Is that it, Chuck? 'Cause if so, I'm just gonna take a look around by myself," the gruff man replied.
"Most certainly, Mr. Wolverine. If there is anything you need just ask one of the students or call out telepathically," Xavier responded.
The Wolverine just stalked away form the Professor and the more odiferous plants until he reached a secluded corner speckled with the occasional vanilla and honeysuckle.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cigar and lit it, the flame from his lighter illuminating the shadows cast by the tall oak tree he leaned against.
In the 15 years he could remember of his life, never had he run into a setup like this. The occasional mutie, yeah, but a whole school of them complete with a set of dominatrix wannabes that went out and protected mankind on weekends? No.
Besides the entire concept of staying here, in a routine complete with kicking ass of bad little mutants in his spare time was too easy.
"Descensus averno facilis est," he said to himself, the surprise at his own words apparent in his eyes, as he released a mouthful of sweet tasting smoke.
What the hell was that? He sighed. Stuff like that just popped out of his mouth, causing him to wonder what the hell he used to do that involved him knowing Latin.
Another thorn in his super healing side was that tight ass with the dorky glasses, who wouldn't let him smoke inside the mansion. Hmph, said it was 'bad for the kids'. Well, that would imply that The Wolverine gave a damn about the kiddies.
He growled as he took another drag and looked around him. A rustling behind the one of the taller bushes caught his attention. He crept slowly along the side to keep form revealing his presence.
When he saw the slight girl behind the bush, head banging and jumping around the small circle she had created with binders, notebooks and textbooks that probably weighed more that she did, he was surprised, to say the least. What surprised him even more was that he knew the words escaping her pouty lips, and he could actually remember hearing the song.
For a few moments, he just stared at her, mouthing the words as she belted them out with an unmatched enthusiasm, "Exit light, enter night, take my hand…we're off to Never Never Land."
She completed a fantastic spin on one of her bare feet, then her eyes locked on his. Her face changed from a soft cream to a shade of red unparalleled by the scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, in a matter of seconds.
"How long have you been standing there?" she asked, breaking their gaze to pick at her gloved fingers.
He just smirked at her obvious discomfort. "Long enough to wonder why the person with the best taste in music I've met so far is hiding out all the way back here."
"I was studying."
"That's not what it looked like from my position. Of course I never took an," he cocked his head to the side to look at one of the textbooks, "AP Calculus course, so I'm hardly the authority."
The girl's face was still flaming and looked eager to drop the subject, "Rogue."
"The Wolverine," he answered.
"What kind of name is 'The Wolverine'?" she asked grinning
"What? Just jealous because you weren't creative enough to put an article in front of your codename doesn't mean you get to make fun of mine," he replied his own face mirroring her wicked grin.
"Well what am I suppose to call you? Mr. Wolverine, or just 'The'?" Rogue's teasing tone lilting at the end.
"Wolverine is fine, really."
"How long have you been hanging around the mansion? I know I haven't seen you before," she asked her eyes sparkling.
"A few hours, most of which have been spent touring through the stuffy mansion and have rules forced down my throat," he responded.
"Well you have to like something, there's always at least one redeeming quality to anything."
"Well, I think I've found mine," he stated, piercing her eyes with his own.
Her cheeks flushed as his words sunk in, "Well...I...uh…Scott!"
"Hello, Rogue, Wolverine," the tall man acknowledged the pair indifferently.
"Hey One-Eye, you come here for a reason?"
"Yes, in fact, Jean needs you down in the lab, she wants to run some tests," Scott answered, his jaw clenched.
"Sounds like fun," Wolverine's eyes swept back to Rogue, "I'll see you later, and you can show me how they teach people to eat around here."
"Alright," she responded biting her lip.
The Wolverine left her standing there flushed and smiling, but Scott followed him down the path.
"What's the matter Scooter? You gonna tell me to stay away form your girl?" he asked turning to face the shorter man.
"No, I'm going to tell you to stay away from my daughter."