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Chapter 1

(edited 25.8.2016)

Bella sighed as she got to the gate, and turned to Logan and gave him a big hug. "Bye Logan," she said as she inhaled his scent.

He wrapped his thick arms around her. "Bye Wild Cat, I'll see you soon." With that Bella turned and walked onto the plane.

When they landed at Sea-Tac airport Bella walked off the ramp and looked around. Through the windows, she noticed that it had been raining. How depressing. When she entered the concourse she scanned the crowd for enemies. If anyone attacked here, someone would get hurt. Pulling out her sleek black phone, reserved only for X-Men business, Wild Cat tried Logan's cell. When it didn't go through, she left a message telling that she had landed and everything seemed all right. Bella took the tram to the baggage claim and picked up her stuff and the proceeded to walk out to the pick-up area. There was an extremely fit middle-aged man with dark hair and a mustache waiting by a black and white police cruiser.

"Charlie!" Bella squealed. Charlie was one of her favorite mutants, they had ran a few missions together back in his day, and had developed a close bond. She was there for the marriage and divorce of his former wife, may she never be seen again. Bitch. As he was disguised as the Chief of Police in Forks, no one had any clue that he was a mutant, that being one of the many reasons that the couple's split.

"Hey kid, what's up?" He asked Bella, grabbing one of her bags.

"I'm no kid," Bella retorted. "I'm older than you! Don't make me prove it," She glared up at him.

"Well, I have to act like you're my daughter, don't I?" He asked. "Oh, and the Professor had a new ride dropped of for you," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Sweet!" Charlie laughed as Bella rushed to the cruiser, with him following more slowly behind.

"Hurry up old man!" Charlie sighed and shook his head.

Welcome to Forks, Washington, the rainiest place on earth. Population 3,000. 'Who would even make a sign like that? Why would you want to advertise that the town never sees sun? Not a great selling point.' Charlie pulled the cruiser into the driveway of the house, interrupting Bella's inner monologue. She hadn't even noticed them driving through the small town. Bella got out of the car and walked into the house.

"Bella, your room is upstairs, first on the left," Charlie yelled from the kitchen. She went ups and started unpacking her stuff. When she was finished, she looked around her room; it was a light shade of blue. Nice! It would do wonders for her temperament. Bella went to the stairs and jumped over the rails, landing perfectly on her feet. With her heightened senses she heard clanging coming from the kitchen, along with a strange aroma.

"What are you making, Charlie?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Oh, God!" Bella yanked the wooden spoon out of Charlie's hand so she could try to get the noodles out of the chunks at the bottom of the pan.

"Spaghetti." Bella snorted. She looked around the kitchen. It was small, and an off-white color. The counters were cluttered with papers and fishing gear.

"Bachelor pad, huh?" Bella joked.

"Yup"

Bella was curious. "Now where's my new ride?" She asked as she started to roll the meatballs.

"In the garage."

Bella put the meatballs in the oven and ran out to the garage. When she got there all she could do was stop and stare. "Oh… My… GOD!" In front of her was a sleek back bike, just like the one wolverine 'borrowed' from Scott. But this one was even sleeker and she would bet that it would go even faster. And she knew that it wasn't the Professor's idea to send her this present.

Bella took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" was the answer.

"Logan, you're dead!"

"Why?" Confusion evident in his voice.

Bella laughed. "How did you get the professor to send me this sleek machine? I'm supposed to be impersonating a 17 year-old. In this town, a bike this amazing is sure to stand out, and I'll get soaked! It's too rainy here!" Bella complained.

"It just makes it easier to drift." Logan laughed at her. Bella was silent for a while. "Wild Cat? Are you still there?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, you're right. I have to go eat now."

"Okay, call later."

"Bye."

Bella hung up the phone and sat at the square table. Her and Charlie dished out the spaghetti and dug in.

"Wow Bella, this is amazing! I didn't know you could cook." Charlie exclaimed as he took a bite of spaghetti.

"I've been around for a while, it's a wonder you survived on your cooking. You'll have to deal with me cooking for you now." Bella laughed. When they were done she put the dishes in the dishwasher. "Charlie, I'm going to go take a shower." Bella called. She walked into the living room and stared. Charlie was sitting in front of a 56' TV watching football. "Stupid boys and their toys," she muttered.

Climbing the stairs she surveyed the bathroom; it was small and she would have to share with Charlie, but that was okay. Bella wasn't like many girls and she didn't wear makeup, so she didn't need that much space. She turned on the shower and jumped in, letting the hot water work away the knots that came with always being on guard waiting for Magneto and his Brotherhood to show. Bella lathered her favorite shampoo into her hair and rinsed it out. Turning off the water she changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. She got into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Bella goes by both Bella and Wild Cat interchangeably. They are both part of who she is. I will, however, try to use Wild Cat more often in reference to X-Men things.

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