AN-Sorry this took so long!
Wen.
I'm being sent off before the week is out. Man it's just typical of my life; nothing's going on, at all, and then-from nowhere- Everything happens and it's all at once! And not just the big stuff. Leslie (a boy from my Math class) just left a message on my cell, asking me out to coffee! I don't even know him, hardly at all! And Joe from Biology left one asking me to do some bowling thing w/him. I've only been in these classes two weeks, I leave for one and suddenly I have more date proposals than I get in half a year?! (Granted, boys who know me-read from Xavier's- tend to be a little intimidated by me)
Anyway, I know this may sound a bit un-girly of me, but shopping w/Logan was so much fun!
He's lived rough so he knows what I need and other than that we're just having fun trying to decide if I should get lightweight hiking boots or winter ones. (I figured the light ones would be fine, how horrible can it be, they aren't that far north and I don't think I'll be getting frost bite anytime soon. And if I do, it'll just heal anyway.)
Of course we both had to stop ourselves from going overboard. The camp has a mess hall and showers and all that Jazz so I didn't need much.
I got a canvas tent (warmer) and stuff to cook my own meals and heat myself. A heavy duty sleeping bag and random assorted fire starters, a couple knives, dried food and military stuff in packets he swore weren't bad.
"Nuts." He said and threw bags into our purchase pile. "If you can only eat one thing it'll be nuts."
"And jerky!" I shouted almost sing-song and tossed more on.
Now we're just putting the final touches on it. Logan insists on 'working out' w/me every morning since I got here (basically him trying to teach me to fight. Ha!). Where he slips little pearls of wisdom along the way (always act more drunk than you are-wont be hard for me-always sit w/your back to the wall, trust your instincts etc.)
I feel…weird…nervous…glad I get to see Johnny again, but scared we wont be as close as we used to be. I hope I can be useful…Xavier's been pretty vague about my 'mission' (his word for it). I'm just supposed to form a friendly link between the X-Men and the Brotherhood but not spy. Ugh, I'm going to bed.
Thurs
Leaving today. I'll write when I can.
Later
We are farther from camp than calculated, Logan's staying the night to help me set up and take down camp, then I'm on my own.
Sat
That was ridiculous! I spent the better part of yesterday either slogging through the wet forest or being man handled and interrogated!
But I did meet The. Most. Delicious. Man. I. Have. Ever. Seen. In. My. Life!
For serious, I've never felt like jumping on a guy this much! But damn! Ok I have to start at the beginning.
Logan and I were dropped at the side of some woodsy road and we headed northeast into the trees. We walked and walked and walked, he was just supposed to stay w/me until we got a whiff of someone (we were down upwind) but we never did. By the time the sun was setting we were still too far away. So we made a call to Xavier and he mind GPS-ed us to be about 17 miles away. We all decided Logan would stay the night w/me and we'd go through a trial run of all my stuff. Then in the morning, after making me demonstrate how to put the tent together by myself and how to throw a proper punch, he helped me pack it all in y new hiking backpack and walked about sic miles w/me. Then we rechecked our coordinates (and because I was worried I'd get lost-rechecked my new GPS feature in my sat for to make sure it was working) and said good bye.
"I can be out here in an hour in the jet so call me if anything gets fishy, ok kid?"
"Sure, I'll be fine." I said accepting his one armed hug before giving him a real bear hug. "Take care of yourself Logan." I knew he'd been feeling down since Alkali Lake…
"You too kid." He said gruffly but pressed his lips quick and hard to the top of my head. "If any of those assholes try anything you call me, right then, alright?"
He went on for a bit-sorta-which was his-try hard as he might-worry-wart way, before we finally parted.
It was really kinda creepy, being all alone in the woods. As soon as his footsteps-which were hard to hear anyway, even for me-and his scent disappeared it was like I was the only human on the planet.
Mutant.
Whatever.
So I marched on toward the camp, checking my DPS as I went, and whistled a lively tune.
Everything was going fine; I was even hiking alright w/o anyone to complain to. And I wasn't so scared anymore. Then suddenly I smelled some people. Mutants. I was close-about three miles out of the camp, and I started to get nervous.
I'd managed to forget while I was traipsing (and tripping a little) through the forest but now it came crashing back down on me.
I hate reality.
"I didn't know if I was supposed to make contact w/them yet, Xavier just told me to go see Mr. Lensherr when I got into camp.
Then, and it's weird because my senses are better than most everyone else's, they surrounded me.
There were about five grown men, ringing me like this was a showdown, which it wasn't, but it sure freaked me out.
So, I struggled and they overpowered me. They all but hogtied me. I think-and now this is where I'm utterly terrified-that they were going to finish it there but they noticed that I just kept healing from everything they threw at me, which isn't to say that it didn't hurt like a bitch!
"What the fuck is that?" one of them, w/an Australian accent and a tattoo asked when he saw my split lip heal.
"Fuck," said another dejectedly when he figured it out.
"Fine, we'll take her into Sabertooth, let him have her." He didn't sound happy but then he leered at me, which sent crawly itchy shivers all through me. "Too bad, but he doesn't like it when anyone else's softened up his punching bag."
'Oh God.' I thought. Everyone knew all about Sabertooth at school. He was one of Rogue's kidnappers a while back so there were rumours galore, but none of them painted him in a good light.
None of them.
Needless to say, I was sick and terrified all the way in. I tried to tell them I was supposed to talk to Magneto, but none of these people seemed to know who Xavier was. They frog marched me-violently-through the camp until they got to a big tent. Taller than most others, but not as grand as the ones a little further down the makeshift lane, and it was canvas as well.
"Oy, Sabertooth, we've got somethin' for yehs, found her spitin' acid in the forest." The Australian-who liked to talk with his ponce-ish chest thrust out like a female whore's.
"Yeah," One of the others-this guy shot spikes from his arms and they hurt like hell-"'n check out her healing factor. It looks fast enough to give yours a go." Then all laughed in a truly terrifying way and I heard movement inside the tent.
Fuck.
His frame took up the entire door way. I'd heard he was big but…
A growl emanated from his general direction but I was too afraid to look just yet; instead I focused on one of my captors. The guy w/the shaved head had hold of my wrist in just the right position.
I let my claws slide out from under my nail beds and dug them deep into his flesh.
Of course he screamed obscenities and tried to hit me but I dodged it, hissing like a cat.
Then they pushed me forward-yanking my arm out of socket-toward Sabertooth and I was shocked into looking up at him.
He took my breath away. I was too dazed and in too much pain to notice much of what was going on but I surmised that anyone found trespassing was to be taken to Sabertooth for punishment or…extermination. That snapped me out of it.
"No!" I shouted, I'm not sure if I'd passed panic yet or not. "I'm supposed to see Mr. Lensherr, Xavier sent me!"
I saw something like surprise and a bit of recognition pass over his face, but his black eyes told me nothing.
"Well," he grumbled- and oh my god is his voice sexy! - "Mags is out, so you'll just have to deal w/me instead."
Was that a sexy smirk-hardly suppressed?! Oh God! What do I do?!
I gulped-attractive.
"Oh." Frowning I tried to sound innocent and intelligent. "I was supposed to stay here for a while…" Oh Fuck, oh fuck what'll I do?!
He sent the others packing w/a look and grabbed my pack, taking it off me in a smooth move and bringing it to his nose to sniff it.
"Well, your bag's clean," then he somehow hauled me closer to him and did just about the same thing, to me. "you too." Then he, w/a massive hand on my shoulder, steered me-I don't remember telling myself to walk-into his tent.
He set my pack down in a corner then went off to grab something from another 'room' (curtained off section of tent)
"That'll be where you sleep. You don't leave the tent w/o my express permission. Don't try to run, it'll only make it worse, and I will catch you. Now set up your sleep roll, it's time for dinner."
"But," I spluttered trying to form a coherent sentence and failing. I just sounded petulant, stupid, indignant and childish, not a good combo. "what?!"
"You are now my prisoner and will remain in my custody until such time as you are released."
Oh what did I get myself into?