Who's Teaching Who?
This is my first fic for the X-Men movieverse. Originally, I tried to do a fic about my favorite x-actor, Hugh Jackman. Thankfully for me, MackenzieW reported it and told me right away. Sorry to anyone who read it, I'm new and didn't realize it was against the rules at So here I am, back on the proverbial horse, and I'll try to do it right this time! THIS is a fic about Wolverine, just after x2. Read, review, enjoy and if you're out there MackenzieW, give me your input! I'd appreciate it! Enjoy, y'all!
Logan slouched down in one of the many leather recliners in the living room of the mansion. The oppressive air in the school was beginning to get to him. People die all the time. You get pissed off, you do the crying/mourning thing, and then you move on. An entire month of hearing little girls cry, seeing their little boyfriends try to act tough for them, and listening to Ro sing those goddamn funeral songs was really starting to piss him off. It's your own damn fault, bub. Never look that girl in the eyes. Always knew ye had a soft spot fer kids, and there you go, rescuin' one of 'em. He growled low in his throat, scratching at the back of his head. Wolverine padded in bare feet down the hall to the front entrance, sneaking out the front door, and turned the corner to head to torm's garden. It was time the school stopped dwelling on the dead. Why? It's what you do, isn't it? The great Wolverine, stuck in some fucked-up nightmare? "Shut up".
"Well, I am deeply sorry I asked. I'll make it a point to never again ask you how you are feeling!" With anger, and possibly lightning, flashing in her eyes, the resident weather goddess spun on her heel and stalked off toward the nearest greenhouse. Wolverine swore under his breath and turned to follow her. He stepped into the greenhouse, walked up behind her and turned her to face him. "C'mon, Ro. Yeh know I wasn't talking to you, darlin'." He tepped lightly back, looking slightly ashamed.
"I know, Logan. I didn't mean to snap at you, I just-" she trailed off, looking into the distance for a friend she would never again see. Wolverine tilted his head, trying to look sympathetic. "Look, you know it's not your fault, right? There was nothing you could-" She spun away, refusing to look at him. Wolverine switched tactics, not caring whether she listened or not. "Look, I don't give a rat's ass what you want to do to remember her by, but hidin' here in this little green hole yeh dug yerself ain't doin' shit for anyone you care about. Yer a teacher Ororo. Act like it, before the rest of this place decides you got the right idea, bein' a goddamn hermit." Logan spun around and stalked out.
The next morning a knock sounded lightly on the door to Logan's room. A soft voice called out, "May I come in", and Logan grunted in acknowledgement. Storm stepped lightly into the room, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. Wolverine continued to face the wall as she spoke. "Logan… Thank you. The children begin classes tomorrow, and I was hoping you would help me supervise them on a field trip next week… To lift their spirits…And ours." He once again grunted in agreement, and Storm turned the knob on the door, opening it quietly. He paused and turned back around. "You know, Logan, I always wanted to work with children. I thought I had o much to teach them… I'm sorry we never realized that you do too." He turned and closed the door, and Wolverine rolled back over, trying desperately to top the steady thought of his over-stimulated mind. Teaching? She's gotta be screwing with my mind… Right?
Okay, I've got more plans than I thought I had for this story, so this is now officially chapter one of a new story! YAY! Read and review!