On my Way
Chapter One: Logan Comes to the Mansion.
Logan swung his back pack over his shoulder and dismounted his bike. The mansion was a little fancy for his tastes. It was so large that Logan was worried about getting lost in it. He ran a hand threw his hair and walked up the front steps. The door swung open and the man he had been communicating with for the last few months sat before him in a wheel chair.
"Chuck."
"Logan. Please come in." The Professor said smiling.
Logan stepped in the door way and looked around at the fine interior of the house, "I uh, parked my bike out front, where should I-"
"Don't worry, Hank will move it to the garage," the Professor turned and began to role to his office. Logan followed close behind taking in his surroundings. He saw several teenagers a little younger than himself running around outside. They went into the office and Logan stood uncomfortably with his back to a wall. A young man wearing sunglasses came in. "Ah, good timing, Logan, this is Scott. He'll be helping you get used to life here."
"A pleasure to meet you," Scott said stretching his hand out to him.
Logan eyed the outstretched hand and then took it tentatively, "Yeah, sure."
"Scott if you will take Logan up to his room please? Help him get settled in and then take him to Hank to get a physical."
"Sure thing Professor." Scott started to leave the room.
"Hold up there Chuck. You didn't say anything about Doctors," Logan said clenching his fists.
"We just want to make sure you are healthy, nothing is going to happen to you that you don't want."
Logan glared at the Professor trying to judge his honesty but eventually gave up and followed him up stairs.
"So how old are you?" Scott asked turning down a hall way.
"Ninety seven," Logan grumbled and then jumped out of the way when a pair of kids ran down the hall past them.
"Don't run!" Scott called.
"You always this strait laced?" Logan asked.
"I have to be," Scott said and smiled at Logan, "I'm an example for them."
Logan rolled his eyes and dropped his bag on the bed in his new room. It was too clean; it needed breaking in, "Any good bars in town?"
Scott crossed his arms, "Surely you aren't planning on going drinking on a school night."
"Surely you aren't trying to tell me what to do, eh Shades?"
"Logan, you are a student here, you are going to have to follow rules. If you can't do that you are going to have to discuss it with the Professor."
"I don't 'discuss' my choices with anybody. I make my own choices," Logan murmured and crossed his arms. Scott looked down at Logan he was a defiant young man. Logan smirked. Scot rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"Do what you want, just be willing to deal with the consequences when they arise." Scott turned and walked out. Logan looked at Scott's ass. It was tight and perky. He like it.