Chapter 2

Logan walked through the halls of the school stopping in the common room. Rogue looked up at him and smiled, giving him a short wave. He nodded at her and scanned the room seeing Darga sitting in a chair facing a window.

Darga looked out onto the grounds of the school from the common room window. Sunlight streaming in warming her lap, she tucked a piece of curly brown hair behind an ear and shadow appeared across her lap.

"Why aren't you pretty as a peach?" she heard and looked up seeing a kid with short metallic silver hair standing next to the chair. "Derek Winters, but you can call me Quicksilver."

"And why should I call you that, Derek Winters." Darga asked and in a blur he was standing on the other side of her.

"Because I'm an extremely fast runner. Now what is your name sweetheart?"

"Forget it Derek, I'm out of your league." She said.

"Out of my league? No girl is out of my league."

"Run along." She said fluttering her hand away from her and he scowled, but he didn't run along. She looked back out the window, ignoring him.

"We're not done talking." He said and laid a hand on her shoulder. Faster than they could all blink she had him against the wall, two of her claws on each sides of his neck. The middle one slowly came out and rested on his Adam's Apple.

"No, we are done talking. Never touch me boy, you understand?" she growled and heard a sound behind her, her other arm lashed out. The claws came out and she looked at a surprised girl with dark brown hair and a white streak in her bangs, her eyes flicked to Logan who was standing there watching the scene. She looked back at Derek. "Understand?"

"Yeah, yeah sure." He said fearfully and the claws went back into her hands, the skin healing. She walked away and past Logan.

"Logan." Rogue said - her voice accented with a Southern twang - looking at him. "She's just like you." Logan nodded.

"It's a long story kid." He said and without another word followed Darga out. He found her lying on her bed looking up at the ceiling, her hands behind her head and her ankles crossed. She looked at him as he leaned in the doorway.

"What do you want?" she asked and looked back up at the ceiling.

"What happened in there? I saw but I didn't really understand."

"I don't like to be touched. I tend to act irrationally when I am." Darga said and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her back facing him. "I didn't hurt him did I?"

"His pride was hurt more than anything else." Logan said and saw the muscles of her shoulders flex and roll under her black T-shirt. Her shoulder popped and she sighed.

"I just wanted to be left alone." She said quietly.

"I know how you feel."

"But people just won't leave me alone. No matter how much I seclude myself, they just won't leave me alone."

"A couple years ago I felt the same way."

"What changed?"

"I got into a bar fight, scared the shit out of the guy. When I left Rogue hopped into my trailer."

"Rogue?"

"The girl with the white streak in her hair."

"Oh. Go on."

"I tried to leave her at the side of the road, but I just couldn't. She was just a kid. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I'm sitting in jet in a leather jumpsuit, going to go rescue her from this real dick-head mutant Magneto, who by the way, wanted to use her power to start this machine that'll kill humans. Only he thought that it would turn them into mutants. After that it was all over, I was an X-Man."

"That sucks. Is that how she got that white streak?"

"It nearly killed her." Logan said and she stood, turning around to face him.

"Thank you." She said on the way out the door.

"For what?" he asked, turning so he could watch her.

"Telling me." She said with her back to him, walking down the hall. She walked down the stairs just as classes were changing and leaned against the large banister, staying out of the way of the students running to get to their next class. Rogue passed her and she looked up. "Rogue." She said and she looked at her.

"Hi." She said and walked towards her.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, back there in the common room." She said and Rogue shrugged.

"Its okay, you just startled me that's all." She said. "I've never met anyone that's the same as Logan, with the claws and everything. Do you have the enhanced skeleton too?"

"Yes, and the healing."

"Neat." Rogue said looking intrigued.

"Well I guess you'd better get going, don't want to be late for your next class." Darga said and pushed away from the banister.

"Um...no. See you later uh..."

"Darga."

"See you later Darga." Rogue said and walked away down the hall. Professor Xavier rolled up and she looked down at him.

"Hello Darga." He said and she nodded at him. "I'd like to have a word with you." He said and rolled past; she followed him to an office.

Xavier stationed himself behind his desk and motioned for her to sit but she stayed standing, crossing her arms.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier, with Derek Winters. I'm aware of the circumstances, but I'm afraid your actions were unacceptable."

"He wasn't even hurt."

"I am also aware of that. But you simple cannot violently confront a student while on the grounds. I have talked with Derek and he promises never to lay a hand on you again."

"Professor Xavier do me a favor."

"Yes?"

"If you except this trial thing to work, don't treat me like one of your students." Darga said and left, leaving the door open. Xavier tried to probe her mind but surprisingly she kicked him out. "And stay out of my head!" she yelled as she walked down the hall towards the elevator.