Hey Readers.

This is my first story. It takes place during X2 and it is a love story between Pyro/OC (Nadia).
I do not own the movie or comic series. I do, however, own Nadia.

Enjoy!

White Russian. "On the Rocks."

The smell of cigars and cheep beer filled my nose as I entered the pub and took a seat at the counter. I placed twenty dollars on the table and looked at the bartender, ordering a White Russian, "On the Rocks." I told him.

I smiled as the white, milky alcohol was placed in front of me, and a took a sip from the small straw. I shook in happiness; I could taste the Kahlúa and I licked my lips. Typically this wasn't a girl drink, but I liked it anyways. I didn't want to look like some dumb girl with a margarita or martini at the bar all alone.

I didn't typically drink but tonight I needed it.

I looked up at the television. Another mutant rally, how nice. I raised the drink to the side of my head, trying to null the sudden headache. These mutant rallies really did a number on me. I downed the drink, then took the change from the drink off the table and stuffing it in my black sweatshirt's pocket. I left the pub, glaring at the men in the corner who were smiling at me and winking. Men.

I didn't feel drunk which was good for a change. Usually one drink could waste me in a second. "He probably downed the thing in milk." I told myself. I couldn't blame him, though. I was underage; he could probably tell and wanted to make it as alcohol free as he possibly could without me realizing.

Canada was dark this time of night, and I grabbed my Good Charlotte sweatshirt closer to my body and cursed myself for wearing a skirt. Even if I was wearing boots it was still fucking freezing. I hated Canada. I missed Massachusetts, everything about it. But I couldn't go back; they didn't want me.

I grabbed a taxi and headed to the hotel I was staying in. It wasn't even a hotel. It was a small, cheap little motel that I could only afford and could only stay in for a couple more nights. I thanked the cabbie, giving him a tip and walked into the motel. I fumbled around my pocket as I found the small, rusty keys and unlocked my door.

Sighing, I took off my black sweatshirt revealing a black camisole top. I looked in the mirror, playing with my short black hair. I looked pretty, for sure, but I didn't feel that I had any right to brag. I had chocolate eyes, dark black hair, pale white skin, natural full red lips with a beauty mark resting left of my nose and above my lips like Marilyn Monroe. I looked like I tried some lame attempt to be a real life Snow White for God's fucking sake.

I looked at my red backpack laying discarded on the floor and picked it up, looking through it. I brought with myself a couple outfits, some cds, a little bit of makeup, and all the female necessities you could find on God's given Earth.

I stopped as I heard a loud banging from downstairs, and I slowly grabbed my backpack and pulled on my sweatshirt and tiptoed down the stairs to see what was happening. I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth to stop myself from swearing loudly.

There was an older man, one of the motel cleaners if I remembered correctly, with a gun pointed at the other man. He was whispering the word "freak" and he glared at the man with intense hatred. Other men were behind him and got up from their chairs angrily, cracking their knuckles threateningly.

The other man was snarling at the man with the gun. What surprised me most of all, however, was the three sharp metal claws that ran through his knuckles. He looked ready to kill. He sniffed the air, and suddenly his eyes cast towards me. They were hazel, I noted. The other men looked towards me as well, just now sensing my presence and narrowed their eyes at me.

"Listen girl, go away. This has nothing to concern yourself with so don't get involved." the man with the gun said, looking towards me, then smiled, "Unless you enjoy beating strange mutants as well."

I swallowed the bile forming in the back of my throat and managed to sneer, my dark eyes narrowing at him, "Like I'd beat my own kind, asshole."

The other man, the mutant, made a sound, as if he was upset that I told him I was a mutant and stuck up for him. I looked towards him, my brown eyes meeting his hazel, and I realized that I was a fucking idiot. Now the guy was going to kill me.

The man's eyes grew larger with realization, as he suddenly pointed the gun towards me now. The other men in the room suddenly turned their full attention on me and I noticed some of them from the bar I was in earlier. Oh great fucking shit.

One of them came from behind me and locked me in a tight grip. I struggled, trying to free myself from his strong hands and I growled. I felt weak, helpless, and I felt his hands constrict around my wrists and snake around my waste. I was going to be sick; I was sixteen for God's sake!

Suddenly I felt a pull and I heard the sound of sharp metal piercing into someone's skin. I saw the man from behind fall against the wall and I looked to see my fellow mutant and savior stab the other men with his claws. There was a gun shot, and my hero fell to the ground with a loud thud. I gasped, running forward to the man who shot my savior and smacked his face. He gasped in pain and stumbled to the ground, his body convulsing and slowly stopping. He was dead. I killed a man. …God damn it Nadia! How did I do that? I just meant to slap him!

I cried, running towards him and ready to use my powers on the mutant when I noticed he started stirring. My eyebrows narrowed as I saw his eyes flicker open, and he looked at me and slowly got up and looked around the room.

He looked at me, his hazel eyes watching me in genuine concern, "You all right kid?" he asked, and I wanted to hug him. He was the first mutant I've seen in a long time, and he just got shot. Wait…he just was shot.

I shook my head, "I thought you were dead!" I cried, "What the hell was that about!"

He looked towards me, then shook his head, "None of your business." Looking towards the man on the floor, his eyebrows raised, "You did that? Well, it looks like you can take care of yourself."

My mutant savior walked towards the door, leaving me all alone in this mess. "Wait, you can't leave me here!" I called, stumbling towards him. I didn't realize how weak I felt until now. Maybe the bartender put more alcohol in that drink then I gave him credit for, "Please!"

He continued walking towards his red pickup truck, but called out, "Come on." waving his hand forward to signify me to follow him.

Now, I usually didn't get in the car with total strangers. Especially not total strangers that I just saw kill several men and suddenly rise to life like some immortal god. But I figured I had no better alternative, and he seemed like a nice guy, I think. I hope.

I climbed into the truck, sliding my seatbelt on and looked out the window. The truck was silent for about twenty minutes. I figured the guy didn't talk much, which was good, because frankly I didn't like to talk much either.

I looked at my mutant hero. He was rather young, really, with a gruff tough appearance. I almost giggled as I looked at his dark hair; when was that style in fashion again? Oh that's right, never. He was good looking though, and I almost blushed as I noticed he had the body of some kind of macho-man. He was odd looking enough but he was mine. My savior.

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly, looking towards him. He looked at me, almost as if he was studying me for a moment.

"Logan." he answered. I smiled. I liked the name; my cousin used to have a collie named Logan.

"I'm Nadia." I told him. He nodded, his eyes never leaving the road. I looked down at my hands, "So…where are we going?" I asked, trying not to be rude or anything. I was curious, though, and I should probably know where the hell I'm going before I take this trip any further.

"New York." he answered.

I blinked, sinking back into the chair as I whistled. New York. Now that was a long fucking drive. Not that I cared or anything, I rather liked long drives. I looked towards him once more, "So what's in New York?"

"There's this place in North Salem, New York. Its called Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It's a school, for kids like you." he looked towards me, "I think you'd be safe there. If that's what you want, that is."

I looked towards Logan, my eyebrow raised, "There's a school for mutants?" I asked skeptically. I looked at his annoyed expression and I realized he wasn't lying, "You're serious aren't you."

He nodded, smirking, "You didn't think we were the only ones out there, did you kid?"

I shrugged, "I guess I just didn't realize how many of us there were." I looked towards the ground, "What if they don't want me at the school, Logan. I don't have much money to pay for a tuition or anything. What if—"

"Listen, kid, Chuck doesn't just refuse people who want and need to join his school. Don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll be more than pleased to have you." Logan said, "But I hope you're up for the ride. It's a couple days drive from here to Xavier's."

I nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine. Lucky for you I like long drives." I laughed, "I'll try not to be such a pain in the ass though." He smirked.

I must have fallen asleep sometime after that because everything got silent and all of a sudden I was woken by Logan shaking me. "Wake up, we're spending the night at a hotel."

I nodded sleepily, getting out of the truck and following him into the hotel. It was a cheap hotel, but it was sure of a hell better then that dingy motel I was sleeping in. We walked up the stairs into a mid-sized room with two single beds and one bathroom. I dropped my red backpack on the ground, and not bothering to change into my pajamas I crawled into the bed on the left and fell straight asleep.

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