A/N: I have kinda been out of the fan fiction writing loop for a little bit, so if the fic starts of crappy sorry—I promise it will get better! And yes I apologize in advance if the first chapter seems overly like a Mary sue story….believe me it isn't!!! The first chapter is only PG-13 (for language), but the rating will go up in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men or anything affiliated with the X-men, though I have created a few new characters they are obviously based on my imagination in conjunction with existing X-men. So don't sue.
CHAPTER 1 –THE RECRUIT
Logan walked down the cold, windy, snowy, street muttering to himself, he hated it when Charles sent him to recruit new students. Damn him and his bullshit about all the teachers having to take turns and of all places Chuck had sent him to Canada. Not that he minded the cold, but it just upturned memories that were meant to stay buried. Logan pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket; it had the name of the place where he could find this girl: 125 Victoria Street West. Logan looked up at the numbers on the building, he was only at 80…as he continued to walk he began to notice this defiantly wasn't on the nice side of the tracks. He finally arrived at number 125; he looked up at an overhead sign that read, "Jimmy's Pub." Logan smiled to himself, if nothing else he would get a couple drinks out of the deal.
He ordered a whiskey, lit a cigar, and began to survey the bar. Damn, Chuck and never giving him a description of the kid…as he cursed Chuck he spotted her. She was sitting in the back, with some dirty, drunk's arm around her, nursing what looked like a rum and coke. There was no point in trying to talk to the girl when that guy was there, no need to cause a scene…he could just sit back, drink and wait. After two more whiskeys the guy finally got up-to take a leak-and Logan approached the girl. Just before he open his mouth the girl turned and said, "Save it, I know what you're gonna say and I don't want to hear it." Okay so either she was physic or just defensive, and figured he was hitting on her. "Yeah? So what am I gonna say?"
"Your first guess was right, buddy." Fucking Chuck, having him recruit a sarcastic physic, just what he wanted to spend time doing. "Well can we go some place and talk about it?"
"What wrong with this shit hole?"
"Don't want your friend to be interruptin' us."
"Fine, seeing as how if I said no you'd probably just become a bigger pain in the ass." They began walking down Victoria Street away from the bar, eventually ending up inside a bus station. "Okay, so you're recruiting me, what for?"
"Hey kid, you mind not reading my mind all the time?"
"Fine, and don't call me kid."
"Well than what should I call ya? Cause I can think of some other names but I doubt you would like any of those either."
"Aryan."
"Fine, Aryan, I am here to offer you a way out of this shitty place."
"What do you work for the cops or somethin'? And want me to tell you about people, because it don't work that way."
"No, no nothing like that. I'm a teacher at a school, for kids-sorry-like you."
"Like me? You mean physic?"
"Yes and no. I mean mutants in general."
"So you're a teacher at a freak school?"
Logan growled, "Yes….why the Professors wants a sarcastic thing like you there I don't know, but he does. Anyways you don't have to decide right now, you can come check things out first."
"I don't suppose if I said no, you would listen anyways."
"Not a chance, now come on it's a long drive back." They walked in silence out to behind the bus station, where Logan's bike was sitting. "Where's your car?" Logan moved towards the bike and handed her a helmet. "You gotta be shittin me! How the hell is that thing gonna drive through the snow?" Logan smiled, no need to explain it all to her just yet, "Snow tires. Put on your helmet, and get on. Your helmet has a radio which is connected to mine, so we can hear each other." They made the drive in record time; Logan pulled into the school and hopped off the bike. "This is it." Aryan looked around, the place was huge. A bunch of kids, who looked to be under ten were playing soccer. "Hey Logan, I'm not gonna be the only one who is my age am I?"
"Well how old are you?"
"Almost eighteen."
"Nah, there are some kids your age, they are all in class right now though." Logan began talking towards Chuck's office; this was really strange he normally never recruited anyone her age, it was hard to change someone's ideal when they got to be that old. As Logan reached to knock on the door Chuck said, "Come in Logan and Aryan. Sit down, sit down you two. So how was your trip?" They both muttered, "fine", in reply. "Welcome to the Xavier institute for gifted children Aryan. In the next couple of days I hope you see enough of our school to persuade you into staying." Aryan forced a smile; there was something about this guy, as if he already had the answers to everything. Chuck continued his spiel about the school, finally coming to a close, "Well I'm sure you must be tired dear, why doesn't Logan take you up to your room? You'll be staying on the top floor with him for the time being, until you decide what you are going to be doing." Logan began to lead the way towards the elevators when Charles mentally added to Logan, "Don't be too hard on the girl, just because you have to share your space with her. After all you do normally have the whole floor to yourself."
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men or anything affiliated with the X-men, though I have created a few new characters they are obviously based on my imagination in conjunction with existing X-men. So don't sue.
CHAPTER 1 –THE RECRUIT
Logan walked down the cold, windy, snowy, street muttering to himself, he hated it when Charles sent him to recruit new students. Damn him and his bullshit about all the teachers having to take turns and of all places Chuck had sent him to Canada. Not that he minded the cold, but it just upturned memories that were meant to stay buried. Logan pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket; it had the name of the place where he could find this girl: 125 Victoria Street West. Logan looked up at the numbers on the building, he was only at 80…as he continued to walk he began to notice this defiantly wasn't on the nice side of the tracks. He finally arrived at number 125; he looked up at an overhead sign that read, "Jimmy's Pub." Logan smiled to himself, if nothing else he would get a couple drinks out of the deal.
He ordered a whiskey, lit a cigar, and began to survey the bar. Damn, Chuck and never giving him a description of the kid…as he cursed Chuck he spotted her. She was sitting in the back, with some dirty, drunk's arm around her, nursing what looked like a rum and coke. There was no point in trying to talk to the girl when that guy was there, no need to cause a scene…he could just sit back, drink and wait. After two more whiskeys the guy finally got up-to take a leak-and Logan approached the girl. Just before he open his mouth the girl turned and said, "Save it, I know what you're gonna say and I don't want to hear it." Okay so either she was physic or just defensive, and figured he was hitting on her. "Yeah? So what am I gonna say?"
"Your first guess was right, buddy." Fucking Chuck, having him recruit a sarcastic physic, just what he wanted to spend time doing. "Well can we go some place and talk about it?"
"What wrong with this shit hole?"
"Don't want your friend to be interruptin' us."
"Fine, seeing as how if I said no you'd probably just become a bigger pain in the ass." They began walking down Victoria Street away from the bar, eventually ending up inside a bus station. "Okay, so you're recruiting me, what for?"
"Hey kid, you mind not reading my mind all the time?"
"Fine, and don't call me kid."
"Well than what should I call ya? Cause I can think of some other names but I doubt you would like any of those either."
"Aryan."
"Fine, Aryan, I am here to offer you a way out of this shitty place."
"What do you work for the cops or somethin'? And want me to tell you about people, because it don't work that way."
"No, no nothing like that. I'm a teacher at a school, for kids-sorry-like you."
"Like me? You mean physic?"
"Yes and no. I mean mutants in general."
"So you're a teacher at a freak school?"
Logan growled, "Yes….why the Professors wants a sarcastic thing like you there I don't know, but he does. Anyways you don't have to decide right now, you can come check things out first."
"I don't suppose if I said no, you would listen anyways."
"Not a chance, now come on it's a long drive back." They walked in silence out to behind the bus station, where Logan's bike was sitting. "Where's your car?" Logan moved towards the bike and handed her a helmet. "You gotta be shittin me! How the hell is that thing gonna drive through the snow?" Logan smiled, no need to explain it all to her just yet, "Snow tires. Put on your helmet, and get on. Your helmet has a radio which is connected to mine, so we can hear each other." They made the drive in record time; Logan pulled into the school and hopped off the bike. "This is it." Aryan looked around, the place was huge. A bunch of kids, who looked to be under ten were playing soccer. "Hey Logan, I'm not gonna be the only one who is my age am I?"
"Well how old are you?"
"Almost eighteen."
"Nah, there are some kids your age, they are all in class right now though." Logan began talking towards Chuck's office; this was really strange he normally never recruited anyone her age, it was hard to change someone's ideal when they got to be that old. As Logan reached to knock on the door Chuck said, "Come in Logan and Aryan. Sit down, sit down you two. So how was your trip?" They both muttered, "fine", in reply. "Welcome to the Xavier institute for gifted children Aryan. In the next couple of days I hope you see enough of our school to persuade you into staying." Aryan forced a smile; there was something about this guy, as if he already had the answers to everything. Chuck continued his spiel about the school, finally coming to a close, "Well I'm sure you must be tired dear, why doesn't Logan take you up to your room? You'll be staying on the top floor with him for the time being, until you decide what you are going to be doing." Logan began to lead the way towards the elevators when Charles mentally added to Logan, "Don't be too hard on the girl, just because you have to share your space with her. After all you do normally have the whole floor to yourself."
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