This is my first X-Men fanfic, so far all I've done are fanfics based on Vin Diesel's movies (The Fast and the Furious, xXx, and Pitch Black). So it's not my fault if it sucks, I'm new at this type of fanfic.
Darga walked through her small house in upstate New York. Her lithely muscular body flexed in tension. A noise had woken her up, someone moving around, and she lived alone except for her cat and he had been sleeping soundly next to her on the pillow. Her hands clenched into fists, something soft rubbed against her leg through her gray sweatpants and she looked down seeing Snowstorm, her gray tabby cat curling around her ankles. Crouching down, she picked him up and kissed his head before setting him down again. Snowstorm looked down the hall and hissed showing his teeth. Darga stood and 14 inch metal claws came out of her hands from in between her fingers. She rotated her head and continued walking, sniffing every now and then trying to pick up a scent. Her ears perked as she heard the sound again, this time coming from the kitchen. She changed her direction and stopped in the kitchen doorway, looking at the open refrigerator door.
A man stood holding an opened Corona and she snarled.
"Nice claws." He said and held up one of his hands; the same claws came out. "Got a pair just like'em." They slid back into his hand and hers stayed out, just in case.
"What exactly are you doing in my home?" she asked and he closed the door.
"Take it away Wheels." He said walking over to the counter and sitting down on it, a bald man in a wheelchair came out of a hidden corner.
"I'm sorry if we woke you Ms Malone. But this really is urgent." The man said. "We mean you no harm, so if would please..." he motioned to her hands. The claws slid back into her hands and she crossed her arms, cradling her breasts.
"Who are you?" Darga asked.
"Yes of course how rude of me. I am Professor Charles Xavier. The man drinking your beer is Logan." He said and she looked at the man on her counter, he raised the now half-empty bottle at her before taking a drink.
"I'm gonna repeat my earlier question. What are you doing in my home?" she asked looking at the Professor and the wheelchair moved forward.
"I need your help." He said and she turned her back on them.
"Tough shit. Ask someone else." She said and started to walk out. "You know the way to the door."
"It's been almost twenty years hasn't it? Since you woke up and couldn't remember your life before that point?" Logan asked and she turned looking at him.
"What do you know about that?" she asked.
"Not much, only that I know what you're going through."
"You can't possibly know." She said sadly looking down.
"Sure I can, because I went through it too. Only for me it's been closer to fifteen. We're both in the same boat. Only I actually have some scraps of my life. Can you say the same about yourself?" he asked.
"Get out of my house, the both of you." Darga said.
"I can help you find out your past, in exchange for your help." Xavier offered.
"I said get out."
"Darga just listen to what he has to say." Logan said and her claws came out again.
"Out." She whispered menacingly.
"Not until you here us out." Logan said and she glared at him for a long time.
"Make it quick." She said finally - her claws retreating - and walked out of the kitchen, going into her living room. They followed and Xavier stopped in front of her, Logan standing at his side. She sat down on her couch and Snowstorm jumped on her lap, laying down and starting to purr.
"Friend of yours?" Logan asked with a grin.
"Snowstorm."
"What?"
"That's his name, Snowstorm." Darga said he walked over.
"May I?" he asked reaching out his hand.
"If he'll let you, sure." She said and Snowstorm hissed at him as Logan's hand neared his small head. He backed away and she smirked at him. "He feels threatened by other males."
"Why didn't you tell me that to begin with?"
"I wanted you to find out on your own." She said and Logan walked back to the side of the wheelchair, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "Now Professor..." she tore her eyes away from Logan to look at Xavier. "Talk fast so I can go back to bed."
"I need your help." Xavier said.
"You mentioned that, now skip ahead to the problem."
"I need to ask you a few questions first." He said and she sighed.
"Get on with it." She said and picked up her cat, setting him on the floor.
"Your mutation, what is it?" he asked.
"Logan?" Darga asked looking at him.
"Yes?"
"You see that knife behind you?" she asked and he looked behind him.
"Yes."
"Pick it up." She said and he did. "Now throw it at me, at my heart to be more specific." She said and he hesitated but did, at the last moment her hand came in front of her chest and the knife speared her palm. She looked at it holding it up, twisting her hand to the side. "Nice aim." She pulled it out and they watched as her palm healed instantly.
"You know you could have just told us that you have healing powers." Logan said and she smiled.
"I know but a visual is so much better." Darga said and he nodded, she put the knife on the table in front of her and leaned back in the couch, crossing her arms again. "Any more questions?"
"Not at this time, no." Xavier said.
"Now get on with the part where you need my help." She said and he nodded.
"I don't so much as need your help as much as your participation. I have a place open on my team."
"Team?"
"The X-Men. The last member she...died." Xavier said and she saw Logan look down at his feet.
"I'm very sorry."
"Thank you." Xavier said. "I would like to know if you're interested."
"Logan." Darga said and he looked at her. "Are you a member?"
"Sort of."
"Then I don't see how I would be an advantage to the group." Darga said looking back at the Professor. "You already have one of my kind. Why add another one?"
"Because you are very strong, and two is sometimes better than one." Xavier said and she thought about it.
"Okay, but on a trial basis only. If things don't turn out to be kosher, I'm out you got it?"
"Yes." Xavier said and smiled. "Welcome to the team."
"Yeah whatever."
"You'll need to move into the mansion."
"Mansion?"
"In Manchester, not too far from here. It looks like a school, and it is a school. Only its specifically for mutant children."
"Nifty, I need to pack." She said and stood.
"Already done." Xavier said and there was a cracking noise as a blue man with a devil tail appeared next to him holding a duffel bag.
"And who might you be?" she asked taking the bag from him.
"I am Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, and you?" he said with a thick German accent.
"Darga Malone, also known as Cougar." She said and Logan looked at her.
"Cougar?" he asked.
"Yeah that's what it says on my dogtag." She said and pulled it out from inside her white tank top. She held it out so he could read it.
"I have a similar one, only mine says Wolverine." He said as she tucked hers back into her shirt.
"Nifty." She said and slung her bag over her shoulder, scooping Snowstorm into one arm.
"I'm afraid that you can't take him with you, no pets allowed at the mansion." Xavier said and she nodded.
"I know someone I can leave him with." She said and slipped on her gray sneakers. "We all set?"
"Yes I believe we are." Xavier said and rolled past her, Nightcrawler going after him. Logan stopped next to her.
"After you." He said.
"No after you."
"No I insist." Logan said and she walked past him and out the door. When they were outside she pulled out her keys that were on the same chain as her dogtag and unclipped them tossing them to him.
"Lock the door." Darga said and he did. He tossed them back to her and she caught them in midair, slipping the keys into a pocket of her sweatpants. Snowstorm crawled up her arm and sat balanced on her shoulder. "I'll take my car." She said and got her keys back out, going to her silver Lancer putting her bag and Snowstorm in the back seat.
"Logan, go with her." Xavier said and Logan nodded getting in the passenger seat while she started up the car. Xavier and Nightcrawler got into a sleek black car, the driver not visible. They pulled away from her house and Snowstorm curled up on her bag going to sleep. A pocket of Logan's black leather jacket started to ring and he took out a sleek silver cell phone. He pressed buttons on the side and it lengthened.
"Yeah?" he asked and there was a long pause, she could hear the Professor talking on the other end. "Okay." He said and hung up.
"What was that all about?" Darga asked.
"They're going to follow you to your friend's house and then they'll lead the way to the mansion." Logan said looking out the window and she nodded. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Depends on the question."
"Are you happy? Being in one place, having a normal life, and all that."
"Kind of, I mean my friends know that I'm a mutant, hell most of my friends are too anyway. I just can't seem to get over the fact that I can't remember my life, my childhood, and my parents. I don't even know if they were happy that I could heal fast or if they hated me for it. I just don't know."
"I know how you feel." Logan said and she glanced over at him quickly but he was still looking out the window. She focused her amber colored eyes on the road and soon was pulling up in front of a house. She got out leaving the car on and went into the backseat.
"Come on sweetheart, you're going to be staying with Aunt Carol for a little while okay?" she asked Snowstorm and received a purr and a headbutt in response. Logan smirked a little as she continued to coo at Snowstorm, he watched as she walked up the front walk and knocked on the door.
The front door opened and a very sleepy looking woman looked at her.
"Darga? What are you doing here? It's three o'clock in the morning." Carol asked and Darga gently put Snowstorm in her arms.
"Carol I need you to look after him for a little while, I have to go somewhere." She said.
"Where on Earth could you be going at three in the morning?"
"I can't really tell you, not now anyway. Promise me you'll look after him."
"Of course I will."
"Darga!" she heard and looked behind her seeing Logan out of the car and leaning against the door. "Come on." He said.
"Oh, now I think I understand." Carol said and she looked at her.
"No, you don't. And keep your telepathic mind out of my head, it's my business." Darga said.
"Okay, okay. I'll look after Snowstorm until you get back. Be careful girl." Carol said and Darga nodded.
"I'll try, but you know me." She said and turned after giving Snowstorm one last kiss on the head. She walked back to her car and Logan smirked at her.
"Did I embarrass you?" he asked.
"Not even close." She said walking around to the drivers' side and getting in. Logan got back into the car and she pulled away from the house. The black car pulled in front of her and led her out onto the highway.
By the time they got to the mansion the sun was rising, casting a pink and red glow across the sky. She parked and shut off the car, they got out and she grabbed her bag from the backseat, slinging it over her shoulder. A dark skinned woman with stark white hair greeted them in the entrance hall.
"Hello, you must be Darga. I'm Storm." She said holding out her hand; Darga looked at it but didn't take it. It withdrew and Storm looked kind of nervous.
"Storm? What's your real name?" Darga asked.
"Aurora Monroe." She said and Darga shifted the bag.
"Hello Aurora Monroe, I'm Darga Malone." She said extending her hand and Storm took it, they shook hands briefly then withdrew. Darga's nostrils perked as she smelled the air and looked past Storm seeing a man wearing odd shades. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Scott, also known as Cyclops." He said.
"Cyclops, right anyway. Where am I sleeping? I'm really tired." Darga asked.
"Yes of course, if you'll follow me please?" Storm said and walked down a hallway, Darga followed quietly. Aware of the men watching them go.
They walked for a little bit; taking an elevator up several floors and walking down a hall, stopping at a room.
"Well here you are." Storm said and Darga looked at her.
"Yes, well thanks." She said and opened the door going inside, throwing her bag on the floor. "Question." She said knowing that Storm was still in the doorway. "What can you do?"
"I can control the weather, I thought that was obvious given my name. Storm."
"It was, I'm tired so I'm thinking all that swiftly. I was pretty much yanked out of my house in the middle of the night. Thanks again Aurora."
"Please call me Storm, everyone else does."
"Well I'm not like everyone else now am I? Even as mutants go."
"No I guess not, well I hope you sleep well."
"Yes I probably will. Thanks again." Darga said and heard the door close. She lay down on the large, comfortable bed and fell into her half- sleep.
Darga walked through her small house in upstate New York. Her lithely muscular body flexed in tension. A noise had woken her up, someone moving around, and she lived alone except for her cat and he had been sleeping soundly next to her on the pillow. Her hands clenched into fists, something soft rubbed against her leg through her gray sweatpants and she looked down seeing Snowstorm, her gray tabby cat curling around her ankles. Crouching down, she picked him up and kissed his head before setting him down again. Snowstorm looked down the hall and hissed showing his teeth. Darga stood and 14 inch metal claws came out of her hands from in between her fingers. She rotated her head and continued walking, sniffing every now and then trying to pick up a scent. Her ears perked as she heard the sound again, this time coming from the kitchen. She changed her direction and stopped in the kitchen doorway, looking at the open refrigerator door.
A man stood holding an opened Corona and she snarled.
"Nice claws." He said and held up one of his hands; the same claws came out. "Got a pair just like'em." They slid back into his hand and hers stayed out, just in case.
"What exactly are you doing in my home?" she asked and he closed the door.
"Take it away Wheels." He said walking over to the counter and sitting down on it, a bald man in a wheelchair came out of a hidden corner.
"I'm sorry if we woke you Ms Malone. But this really is urgent." The man said. "We mean you no harm, so if would please..." he motioned to her hands. The claws slid back into her hands and she crossed her arms, cradling her breasts.
"Who are you?" Darga asked.
"Yes of course how rude of me. I am Professor Charles Xavier. The man drinking your beer is Logan." He said and she looked at the man on her counter, he raised the now half-empty bottle at her before taking a drink.
"I'm gonna repeat my earlier question. What are you doing in my home?" she asked looking at the Professor and the wheelchair moved forward.
"I need your help." He said and she turned her back on them.
"Tough shit. Ask someone else." She said and started to walk out. "You know the way to the door."
"It's been almost twenty years hasn't it? Since you woke up and couldn't remember your life before that point?" Logan asked and she turned looking at him.
"What do you know about that?" she asked.
"Not much, only that I know what you're going through."
"You can't possibly know." She said sadly looking down.
"Sure I can, because I went through it too. Only for me it's been closer to fifteen. We're both in the same boat. Only I actually have some scraps of my life. Can you say the same about yourself?" he asked.
"Get out of my house, the both of you." Darga said.
"I can help you find out your past, in exchange for your help." Xavier offered.
"I said get out."
"Darga just listen to what he has to say." Logan said and her claws came out again.
"Out." She whispered menacingly.
"Not until you here us out." Logan said and she glared at him for a long time.
"Make it quick." She said finally - her claws retreating - and walked out of the kitchen, going into her living room. They followed and Xavier stopped in front of her, Logan standing at his side. She sat down on her couch and Snowstorm jumped on her lap, laying down and starting to purr.
"Friend of yours?" Logan asked with a grin.
"Snowstorm."
"What?"
"That's his name, Snowstorm." Darga said he walked over.
"May I?" he asked reaching out his hand.
"If he'll let you, sure." She said and Snowstorm hissed at him as Logan's hand neared his small head. He backed away and she smirked at him. "He feels threatened by other males."
"Why didn't you tell me that to begin with?"
"I wanted you to find out on your own." She said and Logan walked back to the side of the wheelchair, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. "Now Professor..." she tore her eyes away from Logan to look at Xavier. "Talk fast so I can go back to bed."
"I need your help." Xavier said.
"You mentioned that, now skip ahead to the problem."
"I need to ask you a few questions first." He said and she sighed.
"Get on with it." She said and picked up her cat, setting him on the floor.
"Your mutation, what is it?" he asked.
"Logan?" Darga asked looking at him.
"Yes?"
"You see that knife behind you?" she asked and he looked behind him.
"Yes."
"Pick it up." She said and he did. "Now throw it at me, at my heart to be more specific." She said and he hesitated but did, at the last moment her hand came in front of her chest and the knife speared her palm. She looked at it holding it up, twisting her hand to the side. "Nice aim." She pulled it out and they watched as her palm healed instantly.
"You know you could have just told us that you have healing powers." Logan said and she smiled.
"I know but a visual is so much better." Darga said and he nodded, she put the knife on the table in front of her and leaned back in the couch, crossing her arms again. "Any more questions?"
"Not at this time, no." Xavier said.
"Now get on with the part where you need my help." She said and he nodded.
"I don't so much as need your help as much as your participation. I have a place open on my team."
"Team?"
"The X-Men. The last member she...died." Xavier said and she saw Logan look down at his feet.
"I'm very sorry."
"Thank you." Xavier said. "I would like to know if you're interested."
"Logan." Darga said and he looked at her. "Are you a member?"
"Sort of."
"Then I don't see how I would be an advantage to the group." Darga said looking back at the Professor. "You already have one of my kind. Why add another one?"
"Because you are very strong, and two is sometimes better than one." Xavier said and she thought about it.
"Okay, but on a trial basis only. If things don't turn out to be kosher, I'm out you got it?"
"Yes." Xavier said and smiled. "Welcome to the team."
"Yeah whatever."
"You'll need to move into the mansion."
"Mansion?"
"In Manchester, not too far from here. It looks like a school, and it is a school. Only its specifically for mutant children."
"Nifty, I need to pack." She said and stood.
"Already done." Xavier said and there was a cracking noise as a blue man with a devil tail appeared next to him holding a duffel bag.
"And who might you be?" she asked taking the bag from him.
"I am Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, and you?" he said with a thick German accent.
"Darga Malone, also known as Cougar." She said and Logan looked at her.
"Cougar?" he asked.
"Yeah that's what it says on my dogtag." She said and pulled it out from inside her white tank top. She held it out so he could read it.
"I have a similar one, only mine says Wolverine." He said as she tucked hers back into her shirt.
"Nifty." She said and slung her bag over her shoulder, scooping Snowstorm into one arm.
"I'm afraid that you can't take him with you, no pets allowed at the mansion." Xavier said and she nodded.
"I know someone I can leave him with." She said and slipped on her gray sneakers. "We all set?"
"Yes I believe we are." Xavier said and rolled past her, Nightcrawler going after him. Logan stopped next to her.
"After you." He said.
"No after you."
"No I insist." Logan said and she walked past him and out the door. When they were outside she pulled out her keys that were on the same chain as her dogtag and unclipped them tossing them to him.
"Lock the door." Darga said and he did. He tossed them back to her and she caught them in midair, slipping the keys into a pocket of her sweatpants. Snowstorm crawled up her arm and sat balanced on her shoulder. "I'll take my car." She said and got her keys back out, going to her silver Lancer putting her bag and Snowstorm in the back seat.
"Logan, go with her." Xavier said and Logan nodded getting in the passenger seat while she started up the car. Xavier and Nightcrawler got into a sleek black car, the driver not visible. They pulled away from her house and Snowstorm curled up on her bag going to sleep. A pocket of Logan's black leather jacket started to ring and he took out a sleek silver cell phone. He pressed buttons on the side and it lengthened.
"Yeah?" he asked and there was a long pause, she could hear the Professor talking on the other end. "Okay." He said and hung up.
"What was that all about?" Darga asked.
"They're going to follow you to your friend's house and then they'll lead the way to the mansion." Logan said looking out the window and she nodded. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Depends on the question."
"Are you happy? Being in one place, having a normal life, and all that."
"Kind of, I mean my friends know that I'm a mutant, hell most of my friends are too anyway. I just can't seem to get over the fact that I can't remember my life, my childhood, and my parents. I don't even know if they were happy that I could heal fast or if they hated me for it. I just don't know."
"I know how you feel." Logan said and she glanced over at him quickly but he was still looking out the window. She focused her amber colored eyes on the road and soon was pulling up in front of a house. She got out leaving the car on and went into the backseat.
"Come on sweetheart, you're going to be staying with Aunt Carol for a little while okay?" she asked Snowstorm and received a purr and a headbutt in response. Logan smirked a little as she continued to coo at Snowstorm, he watched as she walked up the front walk and knocked on the door.
The front door opened and a very sleepy looking woman looked at her.
"Darga? What are you doing here? It's three o'clock in the morning." Carol asked and Darga gently put Snowstorm in her arms.
"Carol I need you to look after him for a little while, I have to go somewhere." She said.
"Where on Earth could you be going at three in the morning?"
"I can't really tell you, not now anyway. Promise me you'll look after him."
"Of course I will."
"Darga!" she heard and looked behind her seeing Logan out of the car and leaning against the door. "Come on." He said.
"Oh, now I think I understand." Carol said and she looked at her.
"No, you don't. And keep your telepathic mind out of my head, it's my business." Darga said.
"Okay, okay. I'll look after Snowstorm until you get back. Be careful girl." Carol said and Darga nodded.
"I'll try, but you know me." She said and turned after giving Snowstorm one last kiss on the head. She walked back to her car and Logan smirked at her.
"Did I embarrass you?" he asked.
"Not even close." She said walking around to the drivers' side and getting in. Logan got back into the car and she pulled away from the house. The black car pulled in front of her and led her out onto the highway.
By the time they got to the mansion the sun was rising, casting a pink and red glow across the sky. She parked and shut off the car, they got out and she grabbed her bag from the backseat, slinging it over her shoulder. A dark skinned woman with stark white hair greeted them in the entrance hall.
"Hello, you must be Darga. I'm Storm." She said holding out her hand; Darga looked at it but didn't take it. It withdrew and Storm looked kind of nervous.
"Storm? What's your real name?" Darga asked.
"Aurora Monroe." She said and Darga shifted the bag.
"Hello Aurora Monroe, I'm Darga Malone." She said extending her hand and Storm took it, they shook hands briefly then withdrew. Darga's nostrils perked as she smelled the air and looked past Storm seeing a man wearing odd shades. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Scott, also known as Cyclops." He said.
"Cyclops, right anyway. Where am I sleeping? I'm really tired." Darga asked.
"Yes of course, if you'll follow me please?" Storm said and walked down a hallway, Darga followed quietly. Aware of the men watching them go.
They walked for a little bit; taking an elevator up several floors and walking down a hall, stopping at a room.
"Well here you are." Storm said and Darga looked at her.
"Yes, well thanks." She said and opened the door going inside, throwing her bag on the floor. "Question." She said knowing that Storm was still in the doorway. "What can you do?"
"I can control the weather, I thought that was obvious given my name. Storm."
"It was, I'm tired so I'm thinking all that swiftly. I was pretty much yanked out of my house in the middle of the night. Thanks again Aurora."
"Please call me Storm, everyone else does."
"Well I'm not like everyone else now am I? Even as mutants go."
"No I guess not, well I hope you sleep well."
"Yes I probably will. Thanks again." Darga said and heard the door close. She lay down on the large, comfortable bed and fell into her half- sleep.