Well, welcome to the first chapter of "Here We Go Again", the sequel to "Vengeance, Mercy, and Love." :D
If you have not read that fanfic yet, I suggest you leave this page right now and read it, or some details will not make any sense to you. :p
Warning: This chapter will probably be a bit boring, since it's the beginning and all. (: But try to enjoy it for what it is. :]
PS: Yes, I know the title is very suckish and unoriginal, but I was in a hurry to post. Don't judge me. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the x-men characters or Marvel heroes associated with them, blah, blah, blah, they rightfully belong to Marvel and Fox, blah, blah—and—READ. x]
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The swimming pool glistened, as it had just been cleaned hours ago. The air smelled of fresh chlorine, and the water rippled as ninth grade students dived into its depths.
However, there was a student among the group who had skipped every, single swimming class to date—and what was that students name?
Blair Colombo.
"Blair," Mrs. Sanders, the swimming teacher, sighed, scratching absentmindedly at her forehead, "you've missed every swimming class. You're going to fail this subject."
"Yes…but, Mrs. Sanders," Blair began politely, "I can swim, and I don't entirely consider swimming a true subject, so why do I have to take it? Besides…I—uh—have my "lady thing" right now."
"You had your period last Tuesday, Blair," Mrs. Sanders replied sharply, a slight coat of venom in her voice in expression of the hatred to felt towards being lied to.
"But—but—" Blair began, her face tense.
"Let me talk to her," said a male voice from behind Blair.
Danny Fisher came striding up to her and Mrs. Sanders, only in his swim suit, his bright blond hair dripping with water.
"Try to talk some sense into her, Danny," Mrs. Sanders said sweetly. Danny was one of her favorite students—Blair, on the other hand, was one of her least favorites.
Danny gently grabbed Blair's arm and led her to the corner of the room, where they could talk without being overheard.
"Blair," he began, "you've got to stop skipping swim class. Seriously—Logan will kick your ass if you fail…especially since all you really have to do to pass is get into the water."
Blair lowered her tone to a hardly audible whisper. "Danny…," she sighed, "I'm going to accidentally slice someone's finger off! They clean that pool each morning! They don't need to do it an extra time to get rid of the blood stains."
"There will be no finger slicing," Danny snapped, slightly annoyed, "just be careful and keep your hands to yourself."
"Danny!" Blair exclaimed, raising her voice louder than needed, "I could kill someone with these stupid claws." She then raised her right hand, revealing her purple glove, and tore it off. What was different about Blair's hands—was that they had clawed finger nails, not regular ones.
They had been a little souvenir from the mutant who had tried to kill her in the past, Victor Creed. But the strange thing was, the claws should've disappeared long ago. But they hadn't.
Victor was Logan's brother—and Logan was her now-legal guardian. Blair had lost most of her family in the past, at the hands of Victor, and her friend, Kira Chloe, had been killed by a man named Stryker.
That left Blair with almost no one—besides her prodigious boyfriend, Danny, and of course Logan and his girlfriend, Kayla Silverfox.
But, thanks to the goodness of Logan and Kayla, Blair now had a home—with them. She called them her "excellently substituted" family.
"Blair…," Danny sighed unsurely, "just get into the damn pool. Victor walks around with his stupid claws all the time, and they're three times shaper and longer than yours, and he uses them to kill people because he wants to, not because he "accidentally" does!"
Blair raised one eyebrow irritably. "That really gives me a confidence boost, Dan," she said sarcastically, patting Danny on the back in a mocking way.
Just as Danny was about to reply, Mrs. Sanders voice chirped, "Danny, get in the pool, please!" Then her voice lowered into a malevolent tone and she said, "Is Blair coming in, or is she going to fake her "lady problems"?"
Danny snickered slightly at Mrs. Sander's choice of words, then cast a disappointed glare at Blair and replied, "I think she'll fake her "lady problems"."
"Daniel Fisher!" Blair snapped, slapping his arm and blushing lightly.
Danny simply smiled and walked over to the pool, plunging head first into it and joining the class.
Blair fitted her purple glove back on her right hand, and took a seat on the bleachers by the pool where all the "non-swimmers" sat until class ended.
After school; Logan, Kayla, and Blair's home.
"I'm home!" Blair cheered as she entered her Canadian home, sloppily tossing her backpack onto the couch on her way to the kitchen for an afternoon snack.
Kayla was waiting in the kitchen already. She normally was there when Blair got home at four o'clock, readying dinner. "How was school?" she asked simply.
"Fine," Blair said shortly. Kayla had become a very motherly figure to Blair in the past nine months, as Logan had become a sort of fatherly figure—with a dash of friendship.
"Oh yes," Kayla added, chopping up lettuce for the coming evening's salad, "happy first day of April."
"Only two more months of horrible public school until summertime." Blair shuddered dramatically, and took a bite out of an apple that had been waiting on the kitchen counter.
"It can't be that bad," Kayla disagreed.
"It is, Kayla," Blair groaned. "And everyone's been asking about my stupid purple gloves all year. Oh yeah, and I've officially got a for-no-reason enemy."
Kayla seemed amused by what Blair had just said. "And who might that be?"
"Her name's Meghan Davis. She's one of those blonde-headed bobble heads that you see in high school themed movies—but she's the real deal. Pure evil." Blair nodded robotically and took another bite of her apple.
"Pure evil? What does she do?" Kayla said interestedly.
"Just some rumors. Apparently I'm a "kinky whore"," Blair said sharply, her eyes lighting up with menace.
"A what?" Kayla gasped, dropping the knife in her hand and looking appalled.
"But don't worry—that's the worst of it," Blair lied. It most definitely was not the worst of it. Meghan would always try her hardest to spread despicable rumors about Blair, but fortunately for her, only a few of them traveled far.
Kayla's appalled expression plummeted slightly, and she picked the knife up off the counter and began chopping up tomatoes. "Any good news to report?" she asked lightly.
"Uhmmm—no. Not really," Blair mumbled, "anyway—where's Logan?"
"He's upstairs, getting changed. He really messed himself up at work. His clothing was covered in wood splinters when he got home," Kayla explained.
Logan had gone back to becoming a lumber jack when he returned from rescuing Kayla, but mostly for lack of a better idea. Blair had suggested that he become a teacher, like Kayla, but he'd said he had enough trouble with her on his hands. But Blair had taken that with a grain of salt—and that was a good thing, because Logan had been teasing.
Blair finished her apple, and Kayla diced cucumbers up in silence, until thirty minutes later, when she said, "Blair—got get Logan. Dinner's almost ready."
"Dinner at four-thirty?" Blair said curiously.
Kayla shrugged. "Why not?"
[Danny's POV]
[So, this is Danny's first person POV—and it's the first time I've done first person, so bare with me. (:]
"I've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of," I said to my mother. My cheeks were burning hot with anger. I was never the type to get so upset, but she was really pushing my tolerability.
"Oh no, Daniel, nothing at all," my mother snorted sarcastically. "You just brought your grandmother to the hospital during the summer, and then left her dead corpse to rot there! And you didn't even tell me, either! You thought it would be acceptable to run off with some more of—of your kind and try to be a hero!"
"I'm not a hero, I just know how to act heroic at times," I exclaimed hotly, "I helped save lives, mom. If that's something to be ashamed of—what's something to be proud of?"
"It wasn't your problem, Daniel. I would've preferred if you'd just called me after your grandmother passed," my mother bellowed. Her face was redder than mine, for reasons I couldn't comprehend.
My mother was completely vain and shallow, and I had never realized that until I'd returned from my big "adventure". I'd come home expecting warm embrace; but my mother had just dubbed me a freak and grounded me for the rest of the summer. She'd been so furious that I had left my grandmother's body at the hospital, although I explained to her every time she brought it up that there was a psycho mutant tearing up the hospital at the time. She just didn't seem to understand.
And she just couldn't let it go. For the past nine months, she had complained and groaned about my "irresponsibility" and "foolishness" and how much of a "disgrace" I was.
I was pretty sure she didn't love me as a son anymore.
"Mom," I sighed, calming down my temper, "I'm going to my room."
"Yes, go to your room!" she croaked shrilly, "and you'd better keep thinking about what unforgivable things you've done, Daniel!"
"Whatever," I hissed. Then I trudged miserably up the steps and to my room.
I had to clean this place up. It was a total wreck. Dirty clothing was scattered all over the floor, and my closet door was torn half-way off the hinges. Of course, that wasn't my fault. My mom had gotten furious with me at one point, and had decided to take it out on my room. But really, my closet door? She could've thought up something more creative, like putting spiders in my bed, if she'd really wanted to piss me off. But tearing my closet door off was just plain annoying.
Thank God Logan didn't let Blair come to my house. He still hated me, although he often times tried to suppress it for Blair's sake…. But, in this case, the no-going-to-Danny's-house-alone-until-you're-a-legal-adult thing helped me, because Blair would think my room was pathetic if she saw it.
Or maybe she wouldn't…she wasn't that shallow. But she'd probably tease me about it until the day I died.
Speaking of Blair, I had to call her. I picked up the phone and pressed talk, to be sure that my mom wasn't on the other line, then dialed Blair's number, praying that Logan wouldn't pick up.
But, of course, he did.
"What do you want?" he snapped, as soon as he picked up.
"Uh, hi…Logan…," I sighed uneasily, "is Blair there?"
"She's—" Logan began hotly, but he was quickly interrupted by a friendlier voice.
"Logan, could you please get off of the phone?" Blair interrupted. She was on the other line.
I heard Logan sigh. "Don't you have to eat dinner?"
"I already did. I told you to come to the kitchen for dinner thirty minutes ago. Kayla's going to be mad at you," Blair teased lightly.
Logan sighed again, but heavier. "Fine. I'll get off the line."
"Thank you," Blair said, but her tone sharpened and she added, "and don't harass Danny! He doesn't want to be annoyed by a giant weasel."
"Wolverine."
"Logan, wolverines are in the weasel family," Blair said matter-of-factly.
That's when the phone made a clicking noise, meaning Logan had hung up.
"Hey Danny," Blair said flirtatiously. "Why'd you call?"
"Hey," I replied smoothly. "I just called to say hi. What are you up to?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing." I hesitated, "Hey, report cards come in the mail in two days…."
Blair's light voice dropped suddenly. "What?" she hissed.
"Yeah, how are your grades?" I said anxiously. Blair had been having school troubles all year. She was smart, but she seemed to be sucking in every subject—except Social Studies.
"You know I've been having trouble with…everything…," Blair sighed, sounding slightly panicked.
"Not Social Studies," I reminded her perkily.
"Yeah…," Blair said miserably. "Uhm—I'm going to go bang my head against the wall until unconsciousness. I'll call you later."
"Have fun," I said sarcastically. "See you."
"Bye."
Click. She hung up.
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Okay, that was SO boring, and I definitely apologize. But I just wanted to use the first chapter to give you a little insight on how Blair/Danny's lives are now. (:
Please review. :D
PS: Oh yeah, and I'll probably be doing some more individual, first person point of view's from now on. I'm not sure if I'll stay in first person, though—I may jump back and forth from first person to third person. It depends. (: