Um... Yeah... So I kinda forgot this existed... I will try to finish it in the next week if possible... But I've said that before... This chapter was sitting in the folder and I apparently hadn't put it up yet... It may change when I figure out whether I had finished it or not...
Vixen woke to a small, but persistent, beep from her bedside table. For a minute she had a very strong feeling that she had been dreaming of something that it was imperative she remember… But it was gone. With a sigh she checked the clock. 6:00am. Time for her morning sparring session with Logan, she thought with a smile. Vixen only a little reluctantly got out of bed and found some clothes to work out in.
Vixen met Logan in a small grassy area with a piece of rope around the edges.
"The Prof would prefer we didn't break any plants." Explained Logan.
"Then how bout I shield? I can put a sort of bubble that'll stop us from leaving." Suggested Vixen
"But more importantly it'll stop people wandering in." he replied smiling approvingly.
"That too." She said returning the grin.
Vixen closed her eyes for a second or two. "Done." She said as she organised her mind so that the shield wouldn't break even if she was momentarily distracted.
She'd have to consciously take it down.
"Don't knock me out or you'll have to wait till I wake up to get out." She joked.
Halfway through her sentence she felt him start his attack. Her Kinetic ability gave her a sense of everything around her, if she was calm enough to appreciate it. Without conscious thought her body was moving. Forms and patterns of attack flicking through her mind fitting themselves to Logan's actions. Sparring was only partially mental work. There was a large element of ingrained reactions to the opponent's smallest muscle movement as well. Sparring like this though, this was different. Patterns were broken and bent and rearranged in a way the simulations had never achieved. This was much better than a simulation. Far more fun. 'And no peeking' she told her mind as it started to try to see what he was going to do next. This was to be sparring with only physical abilities. No powers. Vixen dodged a punch and carefully flicked her own back. He was good. Very good.
To an observer it would have been obvious that the pair were evenly matched, His strength balanced by her speed. But both moved with an amazing grace, it was almost as if this were a perfectly choreographed dance. But the observer didn't care about how good they looked. Nor was the observer particularly interested in Logan at all other than to note the similarities between himself and the girl he sparred with. 'She's his daughter all right. That's clear.' Thought the observer. 'But it is just as clear, to anyone with eyes, that Vixen is her daughter. Did they honestly think I wouldn't see it? How could she do this to me? How could she think to hide this from me. No wonder he treats me like a joke. That's what I am to them both. They thought I wouldn't notice. But I have. Now all that remains is to decide what to do about it.'
Inside the shield neither of the sparring partners noticed their observer. As they both began to tire. Now this was an endurance competition. It wasn't going to stop till one of them landed a punch. Or the buzzer went off saying they needed to get ready for their respective classes…
Their worlds had narrowed to block, punch, block, feint… *BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-BEEP* screamed the buzzer in the corner. Both Logan and Vixen stared at it stupidly for a minute until Logan turned it off (By putting his claws through it). Vixen took down the shield. "I need a hot shower." She said moving slowly.
"Good plan." Replied Logan.
"If I weren't so tired I'd move us up to our rooms… But I don't have enough concentration to do that…"
"Don't bother, we need the warm-down anyway."
"True."
The two of them slowly walked back to their rooms. Eventually regaining enough strength to converse…
"So have you thought about how you're going to tell her yet?" asked Logan.
"No, well, I've thought about it but I still have no idea about how to do it. With you it just, came out. But you aren't married…" she replied with a sigh.
"Doesn't make it easy." Commented Logan
"Oh, I know, believe me. But it's harder with her being married…" replied Vixen.
"I know Kid." Replied Logan with a smile. Vixen smiled back.
Then they were at their rooms. "Shower, then class, then working on the motorbike tonight?" asked Vixen
"You got it Kid." Replied Logan with a smile.
"Cool, see you then." She said as they entered their rooms.
Vixen thought more about her dilemma as she let the hot water ease any tense muscles. How do you tell someone that they (genetically) have a child with someone who was not their husband. Particularly when everyone knew that there was an almost relationship between her and Logan? One that only the fact that she was married when she met Logan had decided the outcome? It was very clear that neither would act on their feelings for each other, they both had too much respect for each other and Jean had too much respect for Cyclops. Though she didn't see what her 'mother' saw in the man…She shrugged as another buzzer went off. Time she was out of the shower. She got out of the shower and turned off the alarm. Clothes. She really needed to get some more of those… Living on two sets of someone else's clothing was starting to get annoying. But she had discovered that she liked Jeans and some of the clothing on her classmates had gotten her interested in what she could wear… She looked at the clothing… At the company they had told her that she had the ability to manipulate things at the molecular level… Did that mean she could turn her current clothing into something else?
Vixen shrugged. She wasn't going to experiment on the few clothes she had just to see whether it worked. Maybe she should ask the professor whether she could go to a mall or something. Just her and one of the teachers. Maybe Jean…
