This story took me FOREVER to make! So please enjoy this!
Ok, so remember chapter four when I "met" that guy named Remy? Well, we did meet, but it didn't end well. It all started that one night when I was nearly done making breakfast for the X-Men as a simple "thanks" for letting me stay here at the mansion.
Until Logan and his sourness ruined it all. As soon as he got in the kitchen, he threw all of my hard work into the garbage. "It's too late for that y'know." He growled darkly at me. His eyes were different tonight. His figure looked more of a tired man than that of a tall handsomely built- moving on!
"I made that for you!" My eye twitched from all the hard work I put into the food. Just like back home at Mars, no one cared about what I made as long as I did something.
"Look, kid, why don't you just go to bed, and I better not see you here alone again." Logan grunted. He was about to walk off to change his attire until I grabbed him by his muscular arm. Spinning him to face me. "What the fuck did you do that for?" I demanded, trying not to yell since everyone else was asleep at the moment. "Zoe, stop it, I'm tired alright." He sighed. I could tell he was too tired to deal with me but I did not care. I just wanted an apology.
"I'll let you go when you apologize." I hissed. Logan managed to get his arm away from me. "Look, you can just cook it tomorrow. Ok?" He said. "Now let me get some damn rest." He slugged himself away, as soon as I knew he was gone. I started to cry. "Just like home..." I whispered silently. I decided to just stay there and cry until I knew I couldn't cry anymore. There was a hand on my shoulder. "Eh bien, qu'est-ce que nous avons ici?" He said. I looked up to see him, Remy, "Who... who are you?" I asked. Furiously wiping my tears away.
I just cried in front of someone, how embarrassing! "Now now, why the long face?" He looked at me with his gleaming red eyes that shined so beautifully in the moonlight.
"I-I'm sorry, it's just that I was trying to make something for my friends, but then it all went down the dumpster. Just like back home." I sobbed onto his shoulder. "There there, a beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be so sad." Remy comforted me.
I read his mind realizing what his angle was. I elbowed him in the stomach. Standing up. I ran to Logan's room as fast as I could. Before I could knock on the door. I was knocked out.
{Later}
"Zoe? Zoe!" I awoke to look into Logan's eyes. "L-Logan-" He shushed me. "Yeah, someone snuck in, they left a note." He said. "Are you ok?" He asked me. "I'm fine." I said. "We have to stop him." I stood up. "We? What do you mean we?" He looked at me. "You need to stay here, I'll find him." Logan said. "No, I'm coming with you and that is final." I argued. "He messed with my feelings." I blushed. Logan set his hand on my shoulder.
"Alright, lets go. You better hurry up and get dressed-" I changed into my X-Men costume. "Ready?" I smiled playfully. "Give me a sec." Logan growled. Heading into his room to change.
Later on we got onto his motorcycle and drove off to go find Remy and give him what he deserved. We made it to where he was, demanding him to tell us where the collar was. Sadly, Remy said he sold it to someone else. "Who'd you sell it to?" Logan demanded. "Rule number one, of the Thieves Guild. Never reveal a client." Remy smirked. "That collar, it'll be used against mutants! And you sold your kind for a little cash?" Logan grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. "Absolument pas! I sold my kind for a large amount of cash." Remy smirked. I grabbed the bags. "This cash?" I demanded. Throwing it into the fire. Remy looked as if he died and went to hell. He looked at the burning money. "Are you insane!?" Remy exclaimed.
"Probably, because now, we're going to hire you." I said. Logan looked like he was gonna kill me. "Look, for what the lady paid you to get the collar, we'll pay you double." I said before Logan could argue. He realized what was going on and he nodded. Remy glared at him. "And you think I know where she is?" Remy crossed his arms. "Rule number two of the Thieves Guild. Always remember you're client." Logan stated. Remy smiled. We headed off to where the buyer was.
{...}
Remy, Logan and I managed to get past security with Remy flirting with me along the way. And the two even argued. There was one particular argument that took my interest.
"Why the hell do you like her so much?"
"Why did you throw away her hard work?"
"'Cause she was waisting her damn time! She didn't need to cook it."
"She made it for you."
"..." There was a long awkward silence. Until Logan spoke again. "She... she did?" He asked. "Yes, but you treated her present as garbage." Remy spat. My cheeks turned hot red. Then we were all silent as we went to get the collar back.
Remy introduced us to the woman in white, Cybil Zane, he didn't know who the man working the machine where the collar was. Logan just so happened to.
"That's Bolivar Trask," he growled. "He's the gadget man behind the M.R.D." I looked at Trask. Then at the two men. But Logan was already gone. "Where is he?" I asked. "Down there," Remy pointed. I looked down to see Logan ripping out the machine thing Trask was using. So much for being sneaky.
Knowing that the infamous Wolverine was going to get his ass kicked to the curb. I jumped off the railing, turning invisible and flying down to grab the collar from Zane. Until I was shot in the back by some sort of beam. I fell to the ground, turning visible again on the way. The collar fell. I managed to grab it, then turning. I saw spider robots shooting at the three of us. I ran to the nearest wall.
In case Remy wanted the collar. I hid it in my bra, holding the case around my belt. Logan and Remy joined me in hiding. The robot kept shooting at the wall. I noticed Remy holding nuts and bolts in his hand. "Hey! We could use a hand here!" I yelled at him. Remy turned to me. A bit hesitant.
"Blast the damn thing already!" Logan barked. "What's the magic word mon amie?" Remy teased. I sighed. "Please?" I begged. Remy smiled. "Now that wasn't so hard now, was it cher?" He said. The nuts and bolts in his hand turned light purple, throwing them at the machine. The robot exploded.
"Now, how about that collar?" He said. "Are you serious!?" Logan snarled. "I did my part, now you do yours." Remy taunted. Logan looked like he was about to show Remy the reason why people call him the wolverine. Before he could do anything. I threw the empty collar to Remy. "Thank you cher." Remy grinned. Blowing me an air kiss, he blasted an exit for Logan and I to escape from. We all left before something else will happen to us.
As soon as Remy was gone, Logan started yelling at me. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" He yelled. "You start doing shitty things in the kitchen, then you made Gambit help us, and you gave him the fucking collar!?" He snarled. I rolled my eyes at him. "Look, I know I don't listen to you sometimes." I said. "SOMETIMES?" Logan bellowed. "But sometimes, you need to put a little more trust in your team mates." I took the collar out of my bra. Handing it to him.
He looked down at the collar, then at me, I was awaiting for the inevitable to happen, for him to tell me to scram and never come back. But instead, he smiled. "Maybe you're right." He said. "I'm sorry." I sighed. "I'm sorry too." I looked to the ground. Thinking of my previous actions towards him, Logan was probably really tired and had no clue what I was doing any way, I should have never angered him.
"For what?" He was surprised. "You know, for the kitchen." I blushed. "I guess I was going a little upset, being reminded of how my talents were never discovered back home." I was still looking to the ground. "I just thought that for once, things would be different being with you and the others." Tears began to fall down to the ground. "But I guess I was wrong." I wiped the tears out of my face. Embarrassed to be crying in front of my leader. Logan simply pulled my face up with his fingers to make me look at him.
His expression was serious, there was no anger nor venom in those eyes of his at all. Just plain sympathy. "You have nothing to be sorry about." Logan said. "But I do, and I'm gonna make it up to you, kid," he smiled softly. "I promise." We walked to his motorcycle. Where we drove back to the institute. I dozed off, going into my own personal land of dreams.
{Next day}
I awoke to the smell of food. Floating to the source. I found Logan making... breakfast? I floated towards him. He turned to me, everyone else was eating his cooking, looking as if Logan was the cooking god. "We should have Logan cook more often." Forge said with a mouth full of stew. Kitty and Bobby agreed.
"Hey." He said. "Hey." I said. He took out a bowl of stew. "I was saving this for you, y'know, when you got hungry." He explained. I took the bowl. Now really confused. "I did say I was gonna make it up to you." He smirked. "Now go join the others, you'll need the energy for when I take you to the Danger Room." I smiled. Kissing his cheek before heading to the table to join the others. I couldn't help but blush at what he meant by taking me to the Danger Room though.
