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This is my first attempt at an X-men fic, so don't flame me. And if I don't get more than ten reviews, I won't post the next chapter. So there! And if you don't like my story, you can say that in your review, but I want some reasons. Flames just prove how dumb you are. Constructive critisism is welcome. And I know that I may get Logan's accent wrong and so on, but remember that I'm not from an English speaking country. Now... aurora borealis presents..(drums)..Out of the Past
Chapter One: An unexpected guest
Logan was in a bad mood. That is, by his fellow X-men's point of view, worse than usual. Why he was in a bad mood, he didn't know. Maybe it had something to do with Cyclops preventing him from killing Sabretooth in their last operation...
When Logan was in a bad mood, there was only one thing to do. Go to a bar and pick up a fight.
So here he was, racing down the high way towards Hardcase's.
Logan parked his Harley in the row of motorcycles in front of the bar. Loud voices penetrated through the door. The noise abruptly stopped as Logan walked in, but started again as if nothing had happened. Some people was watching Logan with narrow eyes as he walked over to the bar, but he ignored them.
"One beer, Charlie," he said gruffly, sitting down on his usual stool. The bartender gave him the beer. "Quiet tonight?" Logan said.
"Yeah," Charlie said. In the distance, there was a loud brumming noise. Logan strained his keen ears. Another Harley. Didn't sound like the usual, though... The Harley stopped outside the bar. The door opened. The room went deadly quiet. Walking in was a blonde girl, maybe seventeen years old. She had black tightfitting flared jeans, a black leather jacket hanging open to reveal a black tank top, and her hair was tied back in a jumbled bun. She walked over to the bar and sat down beside Logan, every pair of eyes following her.
"One lemon soda," she said to the bartender. "With ice."
Logan sniffed in her scent out of habit. There was something strangely familiar about it...
A burly man went over to the bar and said to Logan in a commanding tone:
"You're sitting on my seat." Logan looked at him with a calculating look. Could give me a nice enough fight, he thought. 'Specially if those two friends of his came along...
"I ain't seein' no name tag," he replied, fake consentrasion on his beer. The burly man narrowed his eyes.
"Now, you lisn' here, man," the Burly Man said, obviously drunk. "I wanna sit on that seat, an' if you don' get outta my way right now, I'm gonna have ta force you."
Logan waited another minute, so that the Burly Man had time to raise his hand. Then he quite calmly drove his elbow into the man's stomach. The Burly Man doubled over, gasping. His friends immediatly rose up from their seats, advancing on Logan, cracking their knuckles. Then Logan cracked their hands for them. They went screaming to the floor in shock.
"Call an ambulance, wouldya?" Logan said calmly to the bartender, as if this was normal. But then, it was. "Newcomers," Logan muttered. "Always judgin' by the size..."
"You must be Logan," the girl said to Logan.
"Yeah," Logan said. Then he narrowed his eyes, looking at her. "Do I know ya, darlin'?" The girl grinned.
"I doubt it, darlin'," she said, her piercing blue eyes glinting. "I'm yer sister."
***
"Nice place," the girl (she called herself Sara) said when they drove up to the Mansion. Ororo greeted them with a surprised face.
"Logan, are you back so soon? Who's this?"
"Storm, I need to talk to Chuck," Logan said, going through the hall at a swift pace, Sara tagging in his heels. Storm looked curious at them for a moment, before she followed after them.
"Chuck?" Logan said, knocking on a door with a tag named Professor Charles Xavier. "Chuck, ya in there?"
"Come in," Charles said. Logan and Sara went inside his office. "What is it, Logan?" He looked at Sara with a raised eyebrow.
"Er..." Logan said, clearly gathering his thoughts. "This girl claimes to be my sister."
"I am yer sister," Sara said.
"Ah," Charles said. "What is your name, child?"
"Sara. An' I'm not a child."
"Of course. Tell me about yourself, Sara. When were you born?"
"I was born in...1749, I think."
"Then why are you here now?"
"I escaped through a..door of light, when English soldiers attacked our farm. The English and the French settlers was still warring. I came out of the portal, just to find that over 200 years had passed without me. After that, I've been searchin' for my brother," Sara concluded.
"I see," Charles said, tapping his nose. "How old were you when you came through this portal?"
"Thirteen."
"But why have you been searching for your brother? He must have died after some years, don't you think?" Charles asked. Sara smiled.
"No. Not my brother. He can't die."
"Why not?"
"He never gets hurt. I mean, the wounds just close up again. An' he never gets sick. 'Sides, I checked the...society register? (A/N:Is that right?) an' he wasn't written amongst the dead. So I thought: If he can't get sick, he can't get old."
"Mm-hmmm." Charles smiled,and turned towards Logan. "This seems reasonable – if you can use such a word in such a situation. Did you have any sisters, Logan?"
Logan shrugged. "Sorry, Chuck. I haven't got the most reliable memory, ya know."
"Yes, that is true... I will have Hank run some tests. Tell me, Sara," he said as an afterthought, "do you perchance have any mutant abilities?"
Sara grinned. "Not counting that I can camouflage myself like, for example, a wall? No."
***
"Hi everybody. This is Sara, my sister. Sara, this is everybody. First one to laugh will be the one gettin' free ticket to Hank's lab. In a dust bin."
Place: The kitchen in the Mansion.
Time: Dinner.
Speaker: Logan. (Duh! Who else?)
Situation: Logan is presenting his sister to his 'colleagues'.
There was a moment of silence, while everybody looked stunned at Logan and Sara. Then the conversations slowly started again.
"Come on," Logan muttered to Sara, sitting down at a free seat.
"Uh, sure," Sara said, reluctantly sitting down beside him.
"Hey! Logan! Send me the potatoes, would ya?" Bobby called down the table. Logan handed the potatoes to Jean, who 'handed' them to Bobby.
"So," said the man facing Logan across the table. "You have gotten yourself a little petit, no?"
"I'm not a 'little petit'," Sara replied. "I'm his sister."
"Ah," Remy said, clearly unconvinced.
"So hands off," Logan growled.
"Moi? You hurt me, Logan," Remy said, faking a shocked expression.
"An' I'm not sorry fer it."
"So, tell me about yourself, petit," Remy said, turning towards Sara. "How did you end up in company wit dis...gentleman here?" He nodded at Logan.
"I'm telling ya: I'm his sister! An' t' answer yer question: I came through a time portal from the war b'tween the French and English settlers."
"Den you would know a bit French, no?"
"I guess."
"Voulez-vous voudrais une promenade romantique sous les etoiles avec moi, Cherie?" Remy leaned forward, smiling his most charming smile at her.
"Do ya want to stroll under the stars an'..." Sara stopped abruptly, looked at Remy, and slapped him in the face.
"He botherin' ya, darlin'?" Logan turned towards her.
"I can handle it," she said, her face flushed. He looked at her.
"If ya say so, darlin'." He turned towards his conversation with Ororo again.
"Dat hurt, you know," Remy said.
"Are ya always this blunt?" Sara asked.
"Normally de girl doesn't understand what I say."
"I see. Well, sorry, bub, I normally don't take a midnight romantic stroll with guys I've only spoken too for one minute."
Logan, who only now started paying attention, turned his head abruptly. "WHAT?!"
"Uh-oh," Remy said.
***
It was Saturday morning: Sara's first day at the Mansion. And her first fight with Logan – if you didn't count the fit he had at dinner the previous night.
"AND I'M TELLIN' YA TO DO AS I SAY!" Logan yelled.
"HEY!" Sara yelled, equally high-voiced. "I AIN'T CHANGIN' MY STYLE JUST BECAUSE YA GET A BROTHERLY FIT EV'RY TIME I TALK TO A GUY!"
"OH YEAH?!"
"YEAH!"
"Ok, I wasn't quite convinced last night that they were brother and sister, but now..."
"I'm convinced."
"Yeah."
"Me too."
"Absolutely."
The X-men looked at the fight before their eyes. Logan and Sara was standing inches apart, both crackling with rage: Logan in his usual battered jeans and shirt, Sara still in her silk pyjamas – deep blue with stars and moons in on. They were in Sara's room, and it looked like Logan had made an attempt at throwing her clothes out the window.
"CHUCK GAVE ME THE RESPONSIBILITY T' LOOK AFTER YA NOW WHEN YA GET YER TRAININ' HERE TO BE AN X-MAN! AN' I AIN'T LETTIN' YA WALK AROUND LIKE A...A...BIKER GIRL!"
"SO WHAT?!" Sara screamed up in his face, hitting a finger at him. "JUST BECAUSE I FIND YA, DON'T MEAN YA CAN RULE MY LIFE! I'VE MANAGED TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF JUST FINE 'TIL NOW! AN' DON'T YA CRITIZISE THE BIKER GIRL STYLE! 'CAUSE I LIKE IT! AN' JUST SO YA KNOW IT, YER USIN' THE BIKER BOY STYLE, SO YA'VE GOT NUTHIN' TO COMPLAIN ABOUT!"
Logan seemed ready to explode. "Have you ever seen him so angry?" Hank asked Jean.
"Nope," she said. The two people inside the room seemed to notice the audience just then.
"GET OUT!!!!" they screamed simultaneously at them, and slammed the door in their face.
The X-men looked at each other, shrugged, and waited outside, listening to the shouting clearly hearable through the door.
After about ten minutes, Logan burst out of the door, almost knocking over Scott.
"What're ya standin' there for?" he asked them angrily. Then he went storming to his own quarters. "I'm gonna take a shower," he stated.
His fellow X-men looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
"Poor Logan," Rogue said, shaking her head. "He's in for a very hard time..." The others nodded their agreement.
A/N: Sooo, what d'ya think? Good? No good? Horrible? Really great? Read&Review, my fellow X-weirdos. And I repeat: If I don't get more than 10 reviews, I ain't posting no chapter 2... And don't flame me because of Logan's accent. Thank you.