Hello! Sorry for the long delay, I've been...uh, well I kind of forgot about this and went off on other fandoms. But hopefully this will be to everyone's liking.
On a side note, but similar, I have added more to the Avengers plot that I mentioned earlier, so we will be having more couples and so on, hopefully people will like that.
Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter 3 -
There was a dripping noise.
She couldn't pinpoint where exactly it came from, but the sound permeated the fog in her mind enough to wake her up.
Where was she?
A little moan slipped out as she sat up slowly, a blanket slipping down her shoulders, realizing belatedly that she was not alone. A handful of children from the mansion were sitting around her, all with degrees of worry and fear on their young faces.
A gasp pulled her from her observations, causing her to look to her right. Jubilee was leaning against a wall right beside her, it seems she had just woken up.
"Kitty, you're awake!" Jubilee sat forward, suddenly filled with energy. "I was so freaked out. You were unconscious for a really long time!"
Kitty raised a hand to her head, trying to clear away the muckiness that still clung to her brain, while another clutched the blanket to her body. She needed to focus, "Jubilee, what happened? I remember…running into a room and you were there and then…" she trailed off, hoping her friend would be kind enough to fill in the blanks.
Jubilee didn't disappoint. "We were captured. I woke up on the ride over, but they quickly put me out again. But not quick enough to keep me from seeing that we were somewhere it was snowing. Now we're in these prisons." She gestured around them at the unforgiving walls and bars. "Some of the kids have tried to break out, but there's some sort of electrical current on it, I think."
Jubilee fell silent as both teens watched the other occupants of the cell. They were all huddled together in groups big and small. Some were crying, some were providing comfort. A few were pacing the lining of the cell, looking around the bars of one side.
Kitty pulled the blanket closer, her heart squeezing. She and Jubilee were the oldest there. All of them were just children, they shouldn't be in this situation.
She sighed. They have to pull it together. Be strong for the rest of them. She swallowed.
"They'll come find us. They will."
She saw Jubilee turn to her out of the corner of her eye. Kitty risked a quick glance at her eyes before looking at the floor.
"Soon."
Oh thank God. They were finally there.
Rogue couldn't get out of the car fast enough. She had been sitting in that vehicle with the guys for about five hours now, with nothing but an awkward tense silence covering the small group. It had been that way ever since Logan put the tags back over her head. Ever since Bobby made his presence known.
He'll probably have some words with me later, Rogue swiped a white strand out of her face in frustration. She couldn't wait for that conversation.
She looked up and saw that the guys were already walking towards the door. She quickly followed, reaching them right when Bobby got the door open.
"Mom! Dad! Ronny! Is anybody home?" Bobby called out, silence being his only reply. By then they had all piled in and were all crowded in the front room. Bobby turned to her, "I'll try to find you some clothes," Rogue let out a small sigh, she couldn't wait to cover her arms.
"Try not to burn anything," Bobby tossed to John as he walked farther in the house, her reluctantly following.
'It makes sense that he'd have a bunch of snow skiing posters in his room,' she thought as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Bobby had left her in here while he went to find something she could wear. Rogue sighed, and lifted a hand to the dogtags.
He'd given them back.
She couldn't understand what that meant. They had always had that…something together, but he had left before anything could be sure. And then when he finally came back he'd only shown real interest in Jean. But when she had tried to be a good girlfriend and give back the other man's tags, Logan had thrown all her good intentions back in her face, confusing her by putting them right back around her neck, screwing her, and her relationship with Bobby, up.
She gripped the tags tighter and exhaled roughly through her nose. 'Oh, this man'll be the death of me…' She paused, letting her thoughts and theories roll about in her head. What did it mean? She walked around the room a bit, heading towards the window.
Footsteps pounding up the stairs sent her into a twirl and she turned to see Bobby walk in.
"Hey," he held a bundle of cloth out to her, "I found a few of my mom's clothes. Hopefully they fit. I think they were from before I was born," he grins at her. She smiles back, happy to see the long gloves on top, "Groovy."
She stood there awkwardly when he didn't make a motion to leave. "Uhh…Bobby?" She gestured at the door. He started, "Oh! Yea, of course. Sorry," he stumbled away, finally making it to the hall and shutting the door. Once she was sure it was okay, she started to quickly change.
Logan stood in the kitchen, fiddling with the walkie-talkie that came out of the dashboard. He put it next to his ear and heard what he thought was static, but when he tried talking, nobody answered back.
He was getting worried. Jean and Storm still hadn't reported back in at all. In a time like this, he really needed the help, someone else in the X-Men to show themselves so they could figure out some sort of plan to rescue the other kids. Or something.
He sighed, "Where are you guys?"
John was walking through the foyer, looking around at the Drake house and all it had to offer. But his eyes went past all of it.
He was worried.
Kitty had went the other way. He didn't know if she had gotten away, or not. Whether she was safe or if she had been taken. It was straining his nerves, making his emotions run tight and his mood worsen. He would never admit it, but he was scared for her.
Stupid Kitten.
His eyes focused when he found himself in front of the family portraits. Seeing the happy faces of Bobby and his family were a bit irritating. Flashes of a past life in Australia, long ago, went through his mind, the yelling and the screaming running through his ears.
His gaze hardened, and he fisted a hand.
Rogue tugged on the quarter length gloves, straightening them out. She then proceeded to open the door to find Bobby turning away quickly. She stared at his back in confusion, before clearing her throat. He jumped and spun around. "You done?" he smiled awkwardly.
She nodded, "Mm-hm."
He nodded back. He began walking towards her, into the room, and she accommodated him by stepping backwards. They continued this way until they reached the center of the room. She finally looked up at him, confused as to what his actions meant.
He had that look.
'Again?' she thought, exasperated. His eyes had softened and he was gazing at her lips. He leaned in; she leaned back.
"You won't hurt me," he whispered, and leaned in a bit faster. She didn't pull away in time, and he was able to fuse his mouth to hers, holding her shoulders in place. She immediately froze up.
Memories, not her own, rushed through her brain, images of a life, of thoughts, that she never had began to imprint themselves on her. Emotions hit her like a rush of wind and she could feel her blood freezing and everything turn to ice.
She wrenched away from him.
The connection stopped, but she could feel him running through her brain, making his own space up there. Ice ran in her veins, everything was cold. She breathed out and mist coated the air. She looked over at Bobby. He stood farther away from her than before. He wasn't shaking, but Rogue could detect a hint of fear in his eyes.
'Good,' she thought. Now he knows why she says no.
Logan opened the refrigerator door, hoping to find a beer. 'Oh sweet heaven above, there is,' he thought as he picked one up. He popped the cap and took a sip, savoring the taste when-
His claws unsheathed themselves and he whipped his arm out to the right, ready to take on whoever thought it wise to sneak up on him, only to find-
A cat. A big fluffy cat.
He stared dumbfounded at the animal, and it stared blankly up at him before rubbing its face on the blunt edge of his claws. It began purring and licking the metal, and unwillingly a smile stretched his lips.
And then another sound caught his attention, and the blades retracted as the front door opened. He heard the cat meow as a teenage boy walked in. The kid stopped abruptly at seeing Logan, causing his mother to run into him from behind.
Logan just stood there, staring at them, not knowing what to say. He could hear what he could only assume was the father call out from another room: "Hey, Ronny? Next time you-" he cut himself off when he walked into the kitchen, finally seeing Logan too. The mom slipped forward to grab the cat, before swiftly hiding behind her son and husband. Said husband pulled his kid back, "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.
Logan just stood there like a lump, still not knowing how to proceed. He thanked whoever was looking out for him when he heard the kid and Marie coming downstairs.
Bobby rounded the banister, freezing at the sight of his parents. His mother walked forward, "Bobby? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"Bobby who is this guy?" his father questioned, gesturing at Logan, his gaze completely suspicious. Logan could feel the Wolverine growl in his mind, but he held it back. He couldn't start a fight. Not here, and definitely not now.
Bobby floundered for moment, glancing between Logan and his parents, "Uh, This is…Professor Logan," he trailed off. Logan shot him a look, not sure how he felt about that, but if it worked…
There was a silence, before Bobby spoke up again, finally voicing the elephant in the room, "There's something I need to tell you."
Short, much shorter than last chapter, but I've kept this off for long enough. I'll be surprised if anyone actually still cares. But I'll keep at it. Right now I'm focusing on my Golden Swan and Mad Beauty fics, so this is kinda on the back burner. But it's still on the agenda :)
Hope ya liked it :)