Thanks To: My reviewers! I appreciate your opinions on the story.
Suzaka and stAte; In regards to me throwing Hallie in here, it will be more clear the importance she places in later chapters since it probably seems so pointless now. It has to do with bringing Logan out of his shell, so to speak, and softening up a bit. A strong friendship will grow out of this, so don't worry, it eventually won't be pointless, I hope. x_0; Atleast, that's what my muse tells me...heh.
Time Warp: Chapter 6-School Days: School's Out
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The two remaining fugitives slowly made their way towards the near vacant student parking lot. Hallie glanced up at Logan as the wind picked up, blowing thier hair around wildly. "Hey, you got anywhere to go?"
Logan shrugged. "Not really. I'm s'posed ta be here."
Hallie looked around, then finally set her eyes back on Logan, deciding to say exactly what was on her mind. "You from Xavier's place? The mutant institute?"
Logan raised an eyebrow in a surprised and almost timid sort of way. "Does it matter?" he asked gruffly, feeling as if he knew where this was going.
The girl before him just grinned impishly, which he had discovered seemed to be her sincere smile; childish, but heartening at the same time. "Just curious. That bald guy asked me to come up to his school when I first moved here. I turned him down." she shrugged idly.
Logan looked surprised, even shocked. "Charlie-I mean-the Professor came ta recruit you?"
Hallie just nodded as they ventured further into the parking lot, her not having a clue why, since she didn't have a car.
"So yer a mutant too..." Logan said aloud, mostly to himself.
Hallie must have heard him because she responded, tossing her head back to let the wind blow the hair away from her face. "Yeh, my hands can release electricity and do stuff." she cocked her head to the side. "I have trouble controling it when there's a lot of electrical stuff around sometimes though." she shrugged, looking back at Logan.
"Why didn't ya join him? Join us?" he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets as the wind picked up again, the cold autumn air giving him a chill.
Hallie smirked, squinting one eye. "Nah, it ain't for me." she shook her head. "Funky 'codenames', tight suits, fancy shmancy living? It's not really my style." she glanced at a beautiful Harley Davidson when Logan stopped at it and and pulled a helmet off the bike. "This yours? Man, it's gorgeous!" she grinned. "Always wanted a bike of my own."
Logan nodded proudly. "Yeh, it's mine." he then addressed what Hallie had said about why she hadn't come to the institute. He shook his head. "All that ain't really my style either. I been a loner all m'life." he shrugged, pulling the motorcycle's keys from his pocket. "The Prof. let's me take off pretty much whenever, but it's a place ta call home y'know?" he turned to Hallie, noticing the uncertainty in her calm hazel eyes.
"I wouldn't know..." she said sadly, then her eyes sparkled again and she stared at Logan's bike. "Hey, since you kinda can't go home yet 'cuz you're supposed to be in detention, wanna go to Black Hawk's? It's-"
"A bar." Logan finished, a somewhat confused look on his face. He knew the place; he'd never actually gone there, but he knew about it. "But yer-we're-underage."
Hallie just smiled brightly and waved a hand of dismissal. "Aw, don't worry 'bout it! I know the lady who owns the place, she let's me live in the loft upstairs for workin' there once in a while. She doesn't care if I drink, s'long as I pay or work off the cash."
Logan shrugged. After the day he had, he could use a drink. "Well, let's go." he straddled his Harley and motioned for Hallie to do the same. "Hop on."
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Hallie walked confidently into the bar, followed by Logan. She grinned, then hopped on a stool, tossing her backpack on the floor and leaning against the bar. "Hey, Syndee, ya here?"
Logan took a seat on a stool beside Hallie as a tall, well rounded women with long, wavy brown hair came out of the back room. She looked in her mid-thirties, and wore a tight black t-shirt with 'Black Hawk's' written across the front in white, old english letters.
The women offered a friendly smile when she saw Hallie, and pulled two beer glasses from under the counter. "Hey gal, your usual?"
Hallie nodded with a smile.
"What about your friend?" Syndee gestured toward Logan.
Without giving Logan a chance to say anything, Hallie responded for him. "He'll have a Molsen too."
Logan raised an eyebrow, staring at Hallie. "How do ya know if I like Molsen?"
She just smiled, looking him up and down as he stared at her. "Well, ya seem like a drinker ta me, and you're Canadian right?" Hallie shrugged, then took her drink as Syndee set them on the bar, passing Logan his glass. "Molsen's Canadian beer." she shrugged again, as if there was no question in her mind that Logan would like her chosen beer, then took a long swig from the glass.
Logan just snorted with a half smile. He took his beer, drinking only about a quarter of the glass, though he knew he could (and wanted to) finish it off easily. He still needed to remember that he was playing off his part as a teenager.
Hallie cocked her head to the side, leaning her elbow against the bar. She tilted her head back and downed the rest of her beer, then slammed down the glass and leaned over the bar. "Hey Synd, can I get another one?"
"Sure Hallie, hang on a sec." Syndee called back as she was getting a drink for another customer.
Logan watched Hallie with amazement mixed with confusion. She was really an intriuging kid, he thought. He watched as the bartender passed her another beer and she drained half the glass. "Take it easy there kid, ya really think you should be drinkin' so much?" he raised an eyebrow at her, finishing his own beer.
Hallie gazed at Logan wistfully, that impish smile on her face. "I'm fiiiiine." she shrugged, then tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes. "What's with all this 'kid' stuff?" she rolled her head back and laughed. "I'm 18, an' your like, what, the same age or like a year older?"
Logan leaned against the bar and smirked, surpressing a laugh. Yeh, he was 18 all right, ha. He gave a one shouldered shrug, meeting Hallie's twinkling eyes. "Alright, I'll take it easy on the 'kid' stuff." he snagged her beer glass off the bar and finished it off.
"Hey!" Hallie protested.
Logan smirked, slamming down the empty glass. "You gotta take it easy on the beer."
Hallie just rolled her eyes, then started fishing through her pocket for some cash.
Logan put a hand on her wrist. "I got it."
She watched as he pulled out his wallet and placed a rumpled amount of cash on the counter. Hallie smiled, hopping off the barstool and grabbing her backpack off the floor. She looked over Logan's rumpled and dirty clothes from the scuffle at school earlier, then noticed her own. She started dragging Logan to the side of the bar, though a door which led to an old wooden staircase. "C'mon, I'll show ya my place."
As they started up the stairs Logan stopped, holding Hallie back a minute. "Wait a sec. Why ya bein' so nice ta me? I'm a stranger to you ki-Hallie."
She just grinned, then blew a stray hair from her face. "Stranger? C'mon, you're no stranger, we spent nearly half the day gettin' in trouble together!" Hallie laughed. "B'sides, we'll probably know eachother's life history's by the end of next week with all the detentions we got together."
Logan frowned for a moment. He knew she didn't mean anything by it, but he realized he didn't have much of a history that he knew of, and since he'd been with Hallie he'd pretty much lied to her. Not about what he'd said mostly or anything like that, but she thought he was a teenager! Logan was beginning to like Hallie as a good friend, and he was starting to wonder if he should tell her the truth.
Hallie noticed Logan's hesitation and snapped her fingers infront of his face. "Hey, hey, I was kiddin' you know. I mean, my history's not somethin' I speak of much anyways." she smiled although Logan could tell something was bothering her.
"Yeh. Yeh, I know." Logan grinned, then followed Hallie further up the stairs until they reached a small hallway with one door.
"This is it!" Hallie said cheerfully, digging into her pocket and pulling out a pair of keys which she used on the locked door.
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Suzaka and stAte; In regards to me throwing Hallie in here, it will be more clear the importance she places in later chapters since it probably seems so pointless now. It has to do with bringing Logan out of his shell, so to speak, and softening up a bit. A strong friendship will grow out of this, so don't worry, it eventually won't be pointless, I hope. x_0; Atleast, that's what my muse tells me...heh.
Time Warp: Chapter 6-School Days: School's Out
*****
The two remaining fugitives slowly made their way towards the near vacant student parking lot. Hallie glanced up at Logan as the wind picked up, blowing thier hair around wildly. "Hey, you got anywhere to go?"
Logan shrugged. "Not really. I'm s'posed ta be here."
Hallie looked around, then finally set her eyes back on Logan, deciding to say exactly what was on her mind. "You from Xavier's place? The mutant institute?"
Logan raised an eyebrow in a surprised and almost timid sort of way. "Does it matter?" he asked gruffly, feeling as if he knew where this was going.
The girl before him just grinned impishly, which he had discovered seemed to be her sincere smile; childish, but heartening at the same time. "Just curious. That bald guy asked me to come up to his school when I first moved here. I turned him down." she shrugged idly.
Logan looked surprised, even shocked. "Charlie-I mean-the Professor came ta recruit you?"
Hallie just nodded as they ventured further into the parking lot, her not having a clue why, since she didn't have a car.
"So yer a mutant too..." Logan said aloud, mostly to himself.
Hallie must have heard him because she responded, tossing her head back to let the wind blow the hair away from her face. "Yeh, my hands can release electricity and do stuff." she cocked her head to the side. "I have trouble controling it when there's a lot of electrical stuff around sometimes though." she shrugged, looking back at Logan.
"Why didn't ya join him? Join us?" he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets as the wind picked up again, the cold autumn air giving him a chill.
Hallie smirked, squinting one eye. "Nah, it ain't for me." she shook her head. "Funky 'codenames', tight suits, fancy shmancy living? It's not really my style." she glanced at a beautiful Harley Davidson when Logan stopped at it and and pulled a helmet off the bike. "This yours? Man, it's gorgeous!" she grinned. "Always wanted a bike of my own."
Logan nodded proudly. "Yeh, it's mine." he then addressed what Hallie had said about why she hadn't come to the institute. He shook his head. "All that ain't really my style either. I been a loner all m'life." he shrugged, pulling the motorcycle's keys from his pocket. "The Prof. let's me take off pretty much whenever, but it's a place ta call home y'know?" he turned to Hallie, noticing the uncertainty in her calm hazel eyes.
"I wouldn't know..." she said sadly, then her eyes sparkled again and she stared at Logan's bike. "Hey, since you kinda can't go home yet 'cuz you're supposed to be in detention, wanna go to Black Hawk's? It's-"
"A bar." Logan finished, a somewhat confused look on his face. He knew the place; he'd never actually gone there, but he knew about it. "But yer-we're-underage."
Hallie just smiled brightly and waved a hand of dismissal. "Aw, don't worry 'bout it! I know the lady who owns the place, she let's me live in the loft upstairs for workin' there once in a while. She doesn't care if I drink, s'long as I pay or work off the cash."
Logan shrugged. After the day he had, he could use a drink. "Well, let's go." he straddled his Harley and motioned for Hallie to do the same. "Hop on."
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Hallie walked confidently into the bar, followed by Logan. She grinned, then hopped on a stool, tossing her backpack on the floor and leaning against the bar. "Hey, Syndee, ya here?"
Logan took a seat on a stool beside Hallie as a tall, well rounded women with long, wavy brown hair came out of the back room. She looked in her mid-thirties, and wore a tight black t-shirt with 'Black Hawk's' written across the front in white, old english letters.
The women offered a friendly smile when she saw Hallie, and pulled two beer glasses from under the counter. "Hey gal, your usual?"
Hallie nodded with a smile.
"What about your friend?" Syndee gestured toward Logan.
Without giving Logan a chance to say anything, Hallie responded for him. "He'll have a Molsen too."
Logan raised an eyebrow, staring at Hallie. "How do ya know if I like Molsen?"
She just smiled, looking him up and down as he stared at her. "Well, ya seem like a drinker ta me, and you're Canadian right?" Hallie shrugged, then took her drink as Syndee set them on the bar, passing Logan his glass. "Molsen's Canadian beer." she shrugged again, as if there was no question in her mind that Logan would like her chosen beer, then took a long swig from the glass.
Logan just snorted with a half smile. He took his beer, drinking only about a quarter of the glass, though he knew he could (and wanted to) finish it off easily. He still needed to remember that he was playing off his part as a teenager.
Hallie cocked her head to the side, leaning her elbow against the bar. She tilted her head back and downed the rest of her beer, then slammed down the glass and leaned over the bar. "Hey Synd, can I get another one?"
"Sure Hallie, hang on a sec." Syndee called back as she was getting a drink for another customer.
Logan watched Hallie with amazement mixed with confusion. She was really an intriuging kid, he thought. He watched as the bartender passed her another beer and she drained half the glass. "Take it easy there kid, ya really think you should be drinkin' so much?" he raised an eyebrow at her, finishing his own beer.
Hallie gazed at Logan wistfully, that impish smile on her face. "I'm fiiiiine." she shrugged, then tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes. "What's with all this 'kid' stuff?" she rolled her head back and laughed. "I'm 18, an' your like, what, the same age or like a year older?"
Logan leaned against the bar and smirked, surpressing a laugh. Yeh, he was 18 all right, ha. He gave a one shouldered shrug, meeting Hallie's twinkling eyes. "Alright, I'll take it easy on the 'kid' stuff." he snagged her beer glass off the bar and finished it off.
"Hey!" Hallie protested.
Logan smirked, slamming down the empty glass. "You gotta take it easy on the beer."
Hallie just rolled her eyes, then started fishing through her pocket for some cash.
Logan put a hand on her wrist. "I got it."
She watched as he pulled out his wallet and placed a rumpled amount of cash on the counter. Hallie smiled, hopping off the barstool and grabbing her backpack off the floor. She looked over Logan's rumpled and dirty clothes from the scuffle at school earlier, then noticed her own. She started dragging Logan to the side of the bar, though a door which led to an old wooden staircase. "C'mon, I'll show ya my place."
As they started up the stairs Logan stopped, holding Hallie back a minute. "Wait a sec. Why ya bein' so nice ta me? I'm a stranger to you ki-Hallie."
She just grinned, then blew a stray hair from her face. "Stranger? C'mon, you're no stranger, we spent nearly half the day gettin' in trouble together!" Hallie laughed. "B'sides, we'll probably know eachother's life history's by the end of next week with all the detentions we got together."
Logan frowned for a moment. He knew she didn't mean anything by it, but he realized he didn't have much of a history that he knew of, and since he'd been with Hallie he'd pretty much lied to her. Not about what he'd said mostly or anything like that, but she thought he was a teenager! Logan was beginning to like Hallie as a good friend, and he was starting to wonder if he should tell her the truth.
Hallie noticed Logan's hesitation and snapped her fingers infront of his face. "Hey, hey, I was kiddin' you know. I mean, my history's not somethin' I speak of much anyways." she smiled although Logan could tell something was bothering her.
"Yeh. Yeh, I know." Logan grinned, then followed Hallie further up the stairs until they reached a small hallway with one door.
"This is it!" Hallie said cheerfully, digging into her pocket and pulling out a pair of keys which she used on the locked door.
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