Chap 1
AN- Ok here's the second part of A New, or Maybe Old, View Point. This one takes place during the second movie whereas that one was the first. This'll definitely have more Sabertooth in it!
Liadan lay in bed that afternoon, a blanket over the window to lessen the cheerful glare from the sun and to dampen the noise from the happy children playing outside. She had taken to shutting herself away alone in her room after class so she didn't have to deal with the confused looks of her fellow students and the sympathetic but misguided looks of her teachers.
Ever since the Liberty Island incident, Liadan hadn't been able to snap out of her melancholy. And there wasn't really anyone she could talk it out with. The professor would try to understand, but nothing got around the fact that there just wasn't anyone around whose mind worked the way hers did.
Until now! She sat up, throwing the covers off, pillows flying and jumped out of bed, searching for her pants. Logan's back!
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He came in through the front door after his…sabbatical, and was met immediately by Rogue. She was different now, happier and more friendly than she was before he left, especially with that little boy who followed her around like a love-sick puppy.
It was good to see her again, but he needed to get away from her boy-toy's crazy hormones; they weren't exactly endearing Bobby to Rogue's sworn protector.
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He stopped by Liadan's door on his way to his room. It smelled like she hadn't left it in days. Knock Knock Knock
"Hey kid," He called out, cracking her door open. "how're you doin?"
"I'd say 'm fine', but I'm pretty sure you've already guessed that that's not exactly true." Liadan smiled weakly but gratefully accepted a hug from the one person around who could understand her.
Poor kid, no one's even been taking care of her! She's hugging me like we're the only people left on earth.
But then her scent changed. Whoa! What's with her?!
This bastard killed Victor! I'm gonna-!
She was shook out of her thoughts by Logan whose large hands were crushing her upper arms.
"Whoa Liadan! What's wrong with you kid?!" He demanded shocked that the sweet-if helpless-little girl he had left not so long ago now smelled like she'd happily murder him.
"Logan! You-…I…" Liadan was panting and frowning, clearly more confused than ever.
But Logan could tell through her scent that she had quickly calmed down enough to let her go.
"Now let's get this out. Tell me what's wrong." Logan demanded softly while setting Liadan down on her unmade bed.
And it all came out from there.
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"…And I didn't even get a chance to know him, so I shouldn't've been feeling that way about him. But I couldn't help it! And something's wrong with me! But I can't help it! He makes me feel like…made me feel…I don't even know, and now I'll never find out! I know it doesn't make any sense, but…I can't help the way I felt-still feel-for him. And I don't even know what it is that I'm feeling." She wound down with a frown that seemed permanently etched on her face.
"Yeah, kid." Logan started, putting his arm around her to calm her down. "I'm sorry about what happened up there, I really am, but circumstances were beyond my control. I wish that I'd've been able to help. But I don't think you're crazy kid." He gave her a smirk, then a sincere look. "I know how hard it is to control your instincts. And normally, I wouldn't tell you to ignore them; God knows they will save your life. But in this case, I think you're just gonna have to work your way around it. You can't just shut yourself off.
So, come on," He smirked at her and gave her shoulders a squeeze; "let's go get some grub." At her look of hesitance he added; "Come on Liadan, I'm not gonna let those losers bug ya."
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Liadan and Logan spent the evening together just hanging out. Logan felt kind of weird at first, hanging out with a teenaged girl and all, but from what he could tell she was pretty cool, and didn't act like most of the students at Xavier's (what he didn't know was that Xavier's students were a lot more mature than most) .
Liadan felt a little odd hanging out with Logan as well at first. But she soon got over it when she realized how adorable she found Logan's gruff demeanor. He drank the last beer out of Scott's saddlebags while Liadan had a bottle of milk. They played some air hockey while an old Maple Leaf's game played on the big screen in the background. Everyone else in the mansion was at dinner or the tutoring room for extra help.
"Hey Logan?" Liadan asked while lining up a shot after Logan's score.
"Yeah kid?" He responded, suspending the bottle just before his lips.
"How many people you think are out there who have healing factors like our's?"
Logan put his bottle down and sat on the couch's armrest. The atmosphere in the room immediately turned serious. "You think you got a healing factor like mine kid?" He sounded skeptical.
"Well yeah, I mean no one really knows how old you are, you're just a prime example of a man. And I kinda stopped growing and started doing-whatever it was…maturing? or something a few years ago."
"How old are ya kid?" He did that male head-nod that she found so amusing.
"I'll be eighteen in a couple months. But it doesn't feel that way." She added with a jaded smile. "There can't be many of us can there?" she asked sincerely concerned.
"I haven't come across many as far as I can remember. Just us…McCoy's is slower. That Toad guy's seemed about McCoy's level…and your Creed. He was at about at our level." Logan was musing. But he noticed Liadan's dark look and down turned face. "I'm sorry Liadan." He said simply.
"Yeah," she was distracted again "I get it." Liadan felt the familiar nauseous feeling she associated with her melancholy moods. The burn of tears was strong behind her eyes and she blinked rapidly to dispel them. "It just sucks!" She nearly sobbed.
Now Logan was getting really uncomfortable. He understood this girl and really felt bad for what happened to her, but he was not prepared for teenaged tears, even if that teen had the capacity to be older than him.
"'m sorry!" She knew he felt out of his league now and she tried to not make the one person she could talk to run away. "It's just, I know I'm too young to be worrying about it, but! Who am I supposed to marry if everyone but you, Toad, and Dr. Hank die on me?!"
"Uh…Shit." Logan frowned to himself thinking of something he rarely allowed himself to contemplate.
"Sorry Logan. Thanks for making me feel normal. I'll see you around. Dinner's over, I'm goin' ta bed." She rushed off upstairs.