A/N: Okay so I hope you guys like this little part. I loved writing it so hopefully you love reading it. Please send me your love through reviews : )
love, Amanda.
She opened the refrigerator. 'Milk, juice, water, pop... what was this her daughter's daily beverage intake?' Callie closed the door frustrated. She ran her hands through her curly hair, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths.
"Having a problem are we?" she heard a voice grunt behind her.
She gasped, turning around, the voice startling her. It was a man, holding a beer bottle in his hand; he was watching her with curiosity in his hazel eyes. His back leaned against the cupboards, a smile playing at his lips as if he found startling her amusing. "Who are you?" she asked briskly.
He frowned, "I was going to ask you the same question lady,"
"Callie Evans, me and my daughter are staying here for a while,"
"Yeah, says who?" he furrowed his brows as he waited for her answer.
Callie couldn't help but stare at the beer bottle in his hand. It had been so long, too long, since she had a drink, even a little sip? The bottle was cool, the outside glass coated with a thin layer of frost, water droplets dripping down. "The Professor," she managed to reply.
"Figures," he spat, drowning the liquid in his mouth. Callie walked up to him and snatched the bottle away from his lips and poured the substance into her own mouth, sighing in pleasure as the liquid coated her throat.
"Hey what the hell!" he yelled at her. She handed back the bottle to him, it was already half empty.
"Thanks," she replied, fixing herself.
"Are you crazy?" he asked, looking at her like she was madly insane.
Callie shrugged and licked her lips, "have any more of that?"
"No, there's no way you're getting near my stash,"
"Fine," she replied defeatidly.
"Aren't you supposed to be a mother? You know that mother role model crap?" he asked her. He was amazed at what had just happened, she was like a wild animal that was starving for food and finally had sunk its teeth into something juicy.
She glared at him, "Do you know what it's like to be a parent, let a lone a single parent? Do you know what I've been through the past couple of weeks? I haven't drunk since she was born, that's 5 years."
"Oh." he replied flatly.
"Yeah…" she stood beside him, looking outside the window, at her daughter.
"That's her?" he asked motioning towards the curly haired little girl who was now running around madly. He laughed, "Well, we know where she gets insane from," he continued to chug the rest. Callie laughed, "I believe that's the father's fault,"
Logan watched her from the corner of his eye, "Do you know who the father is?"
Her lips made a thin line; she nodded, "he's not important,"
"Of course not, anyone who leaves someone as cute as her should get their asses kicked," She smiled at him, she wasn't sure how but he had just made her day.
"I don't believe I know your name?" she asked curiously.
Scott walked in from the backyard, holding little Katie in his arms. "Logan," he said with a tone that suggested he wasn't too fond of the other man. Katie however was the total opposite.
"Mommy guess what, I went on the swings and I flew so high that my feet touched the sky mommy. I was like superman," she explained, talking so fast with excitement that Callie almost didn't understand her.
"Actually you'd be super girl," Logan remarked, setting the empty beer bottle on the counter.
The little girl furrowed her eyebrows, "there's no such thing!" she exclaimed.
"There is now," he said smiling.
"What are you doing here Logan?" Scott asked.
Logan shrugged, "I don't know having a drink? Or can you not see that through those big glasses of yours four eyes?"
Scott moved a little closer, Katie still in his arms, "I wouldn't be talking Edward Scissor hands," he shot back.
Callie wondered what Scott had meant by his remark but let it slide, she could see Logan's muscles in his arm tense and she had a feeling what would happen next. She grabbed onto his arm, holding him back. He looked down at her, his eyes full of rage. "What's wrong with you two? You guys can't stay in the same room for more than a minute?"
"No." Scott replied angrily.
"Too long," Logan grunted.
Callie rolled her eyes, "you're both worse than 5 year olds,"
Katie crossed her arms and pouted, "Hey!" she protested.
Callie gave a little smile and took Katie from Scott, "Katie and I are going to be outside. Once you boys are done your male thing, you're free to join us," and with that she left the kitchen, Katie waving her hand goodbye and giggling.
Callie closed the door to her room after stepping out. The day had seemed to last forever. She had spent most of her Saturday outside in the sun while her daughter hurried in and out of the school, usually there was a herd of students following behind her. Even though her first day at the school was a somewhat pleasant one, Callie couldn't shake away the nervousness in her. She knew that what went on today wouldn't last; they were coming for her daughter and when they find out where they're hiding it's not going to be such a pleasant visit.
She left the halls deciding it might do her some good to get some fresh air. As she walked down the hall, feeling as though she were floating in the air, she guessed sleep really was catching up to her and wondered if she were dreaming. She paused and turned around to face a room at the end of the hall. For some reason she felt drawn to it, like something or someone was telling her to go inside. Letting her curiosity take over she walked towards the room. She leaned against the door, hearing nothing she opened it. It was a bedroom, what looked like a man's room. The bed sheets on the bed were messily placed with no one inside it. The room looked very similar to the other rooms in the school. Her sunburn eyes caught a glimpse of someone moving out on the porch, a tall shadowy figure. Her heart stopped, her breathing slowing down. Her body was frozen into position; her mind was the only thing that was working overtime, thinking of different solutions. 'What if it was them, what if they're here to get Katie? But what if it's just the person who's currently occupying the room?' She thought. She swallowed hard, walking slowly towards the porch, the figure growing bigger and clearer as she moved closer.
"Thank God," She spit out, her right hand placed on her forehead.
The man turned around surprised, "You're that happy to see me?"
Callie rolled her eyes, "I was afraid you were one of them."
"One of them?" He asked raising his eyebrows, "You mean the BAD mutants?"
Callie nodded, moving beside him. The view from the balcony was beautiful, breathtaking. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to get lost in the midnight air. All her senses were heightened, she could hear the owls hooting in the nearby forest, she could feel the wind against her body, she could taste the summer, and she could see the world perfectly.
"Do you always do that?" Logan's voice filled her ears, instead of the hooting of the owls.
"Do what?" Callie asked, realizing he was watching her intently. She suddenly felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Space out like that," he replied, taking a puff from his cigar. The smoke mimicking the image of a Russian soldier. Callie glared at him rubbing her shoulders, the brisk air making her want to go back inside.
"The view is beautiful," Callie gave a small smile, and looked out past the green fields and past the roads filled with vehicles passing through. In all her life she hadn't seen such a beautiful place. She had never been in a school so big and beautifully made. Every inch of the school was unique and well done, all the students would be getting the best education they could and they were safe. That's another thing she loved about the school, it was a safe place, a haven. Somewhere someone who didn't have a place to stay could call home, the people here could be called family.
Logan joined her, watching the view, he wasn't sure he was seeing what she was. He didn't see anything beautiful. He watched her as her eyes glanced at his hand.
"Do you always smoke it up during the night?" she asked.
He laughed, "sometimes even during the day," There was something strange about the woman, besides the fact that she was obviously crazy. He found himself enjoying her presence and strangely rejecting the urge to kick her out of his room. And at that moment, everything seemed clearer, his senses were heightened, his mind clear. He looked at Callie, her beautiful curls were hidden by the darkness, her image now almost invisible in the dark, but one thing that was clear was her scent, a fresh vanilla scent that made Logan want to lick his lips but that wasn't all he smelled.
His hands shot up and grabbed onto the woman's arms. He couldn't understand why he didn't sense it before. "You're a mutant," he sneered, he couldn't quite make up her facial expression but he sensed her sudden rush of fear, her body tightened, trying her best to get out of his grip.
"What are you talking about, get your hands off me!" She yelled.
Logan let go of her and watched as she backed away, back into his room. He wasn't going to let her go away that easily not until he knew what was going on with her and why she was here in the first place. He ran after her, almost tripping over the rug. "You're not going anywhere," he ordered.
She spun around, "You think you can keep me here, try it" she encouraged him, she was smirking but Logan could still see the fear in her eyes. In a way it made him feel down and somewhat guilty.
Logan shrugged, "shouldn't be too hard," he moved towards her, his claws cutting through his skin, he didn't wince anymore, it still hurt be he was used to the pain by now, it wasn't a surprise anymore. The metal reflected the ceiling light, its edges sharp and slick.
"So that's what's hiding under that skin," her focus was on the claws, watching them as he moved closer.
"Tell me who you are and what you're doing here, are you working for Magneto and his cronies?" Logan asked.
"Who?" she asked, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm the victim here," she staggered backwards almost falling over.
"I think you do," he replied coolly, he was surprised she hadn't left out the door screaming yet, was she not frightened enough by him. He walked towards her until he was a little less than arms length from her face. He raised his arms, his claws starring at her.
Callie felt her heart race as his claws shot up at her, and just as fast as his claws rose her own hand shot up, "Stop!" she yelled angrily. A lamp behind Logan burst into tiny pieces of glass and fell to the floor. She jumped back, landing on the wooden floor, she had a feeling her butt would be sore the next morning.
Logan's claws retracted back into his body, the slits healed instantly. He was looking at the broken glass on the floor and at the frightened looking Callie. "Believe me now?" he asked, raising his eyebrow, "You really didn't know did you?"
Callie just looked up at him shocked. She heard footsteps coming behind her.
"Mommy what are you doing on the floor?" Katie's voice filled the room. The sleepy young child wobbled in, rubbing her eyes, "this isn't our room silly,"
Callie stood up slowly, never taking her eyes off of Logan, "Katie darling why don't you go back to bed, mommy will be with you in a second okay?"
"No, I wanna stay up with you and Beast," she wined, walking up to Logan and tugging at his shirt, "Can you read me a bedtime story please?" she asked sweetly, "my favourite one is The Beauty and The Beast."
Callie picked Katie up off of the floor and into her arms, "Let's go,"
"Where are you going?" Logan asked.
"Anywhere but here," she shot back, "tell Charles he was wrong, this isn't a safe place."
Okay I know there were some parts that were a little cheesy :( and some stuff you may be confused about but all will make sense later okay: )