DISCLAIMER – The X-Men belong to Marvel but the other characters belong to me.
NOTES – This is my second ever fic so it's not that good. I will write a sequel to my first (It Was An Accident) but until I get a good idea about what can happen in the sequel I thought I'd write this.
This is part one but I don't know how many parts it will have, not many hopefully.
This story is written from the view of Cyclops, Gambit and Wolverine. You have to figure out who is saying what part (if you know the X-Men it should be obvious.)
Please review if you read because I need comments and advice.
THANKS – I just quickly want to say thank-you to Abri who beta reads for me.
THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
Chapter 1 - I HATE SMOKE
I hate smoke and I hate people who smoke. I especially hate people who smoke when they're in a car with people who hate smoking. But then they know that I hate smoking so that's probably why they do it. I try to hint by opening all the windows. I try to cough dramatically but they ignore me. I try to tell them directly but they just grin at me. So I've given up and I'll just let them feel guilty when I'm dying of lung cancer.
"Speed up a bit Cyke, I just saw a snail overtake us."
I sighed, "I'm going the speed limit Logan, no more, no less."
I saw him roll his eyes at Gambit who was sitting in the back. I think Professor Xavier must have been really angry at me to send me on this mission with them.
"You could speed up just a little homme." A voice called from the back.
"When it's your turn to drive Remy, you can get a speeding ticket if you wish."
He slumped back in his seat and continued to read his book, I was surprised as I didn't think he could even read. No that was mean; I didn't know he could read English. I was annoying him so what did Logan do in his mature manner? That's right, he blew that darn smoke in my face again. I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned to him and decided to use my last option.
"Logan, for goodness sake, I'm ordering you to stop blowing that smoke in my face. Just because you've got a healing factor and Remy doesn't mind destroying his body, doesn't mean I want to breathe it in too."
"Uh-huh, Scott…."
I wasn't going to let him get away with it anymore.
"You should learn to show some courtesy to someone else for once in your ever so long life."
"Yeah but Cyke….."
"Don't try to pretend it's not an important issue because…."
Logan reaching over and grabbing the steering wheel cut me off suddenly. I looked forward and realized I was on the wrong side of the road and heading straight towards a very large truck. My foot slammed onto the brake as Logan steered us out of the way much to the annoyance of the horn blaring truck driver. We skidded across the road onto the dusty roadside and went straight into the only tree for miles around. Yep that just about summed up my life. The only tree we had come across in thirty minutes and Logan drove us right for it before we could stop.
Yes it hurt. Your body slamming against a seat-belt does hurt, but at least I was wearing a seat belt unlike Gambit who flew into the back of my seat. There was silence for a few seconds apart from the sound of the hissing engine.
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Great, just what I needed. I decided to break the silence by doing my duty to the team.
"Anyone hurt?" I asked making sure I sounded like I didn't really care. The French cursing from the back told me that the Cajun was at least conscious. I undid my seat belt and looked over at our driver who was looking more fed-up than injured.
"I'm fine no thanks to you." He snapped. I couldn't be bothered with him at that moment so I got out of the car to check if it was a complete right off or if we could still use it.
As I walked round to the smoking bonnet, which was bent around the tree, I could hear Cyke and Gambit arguing in the car.
"Don't blame me, it was him, he grabbed the steering-wheel and sent us off the road."
"You were heading straight for dat huge truck."
"Well if he wasn't blowing the smoke right in my face then I wouldn't have had to take my eyes off the road in the first place."
I was so tempted to get my lighter out and set fire to the car and the arguing idiots, which would be easy as there was a lot of fuel dripping on the sandy ground. I was very tempted in fact but then I imagined all the crying Rogue and Jean would do when they found out. Also being a telepath Jean would know it was me and she'd never want to see me again. So I guessed telling them that the car could explode would be the best idea.
They stared blankly at me when I yelled about how the car could explode. It took a couple of seconds to sink in. When it did they couldn't get out of the car fast enough, it was quite amusing actually.
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An hour later and Gumbo still hadn't stopped complaining about his new boots that had been destroyed in his bag in the back of the car. Scooter hadn't stopped mumbling about how the Professor was going to be really angry with us for blowing up one of his cars. I just wanted to find the darn renegade mutant as soon as possible before I felt the real urge to kill one of them, again.
"Are we dere yet?"
Give me a break!
"Do we look like we're there?" I snapped.
Gambit stopped in his tracks and looked in front, squinting so he can see into the distance. I had already seen the small town in the distance but he obviously hadn't until then. Jumping up and down he yelled for joy.
"Gambit sees a town."
"At last," Scott groaned, "I really need to urinate."
I looked at him. He was a weird kid. We were in the middle of nowhere, only us three men for miles around and he waits until we find a proper toilet to take a piss. That boy was an embarrassment to everything that was male.
"If ya run real fast you'll get there in extra quick time," I suggested, hoping one of them would take up my suggestion and leave me alone. Unfortunately neither of them did.
By the time we actually got to the town poor Scott was desperate. It looked like a typical town in the middle of no-where kind of place. Reminded me of something out of a Western film. I suggested we should find a bar or some-where so Scott could stop holding his crotch in a vain attempt to stop himself from going.
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It was a strange place. Der didn't seem to be many people around. It was like de middle of no-where. Wolverine spotted a bar, he could smell beer a mile away, so we went in.
It was almost empty with just a couple of old smelly guys drinking whilst watching golf on the over-head TV. I followed Wolverine towards de barstools, Scott ducked off as soon as he saw de sign for the toilettes. I hopped up on one of de barstools next to de Canadian as he waved towards de big hairy barman.
"What can I get you fellas?" The barman asked.
"Two buds and…" Logan thought, "A cola." I hoped de coke was for Scott. As the barman was getting de drinks Logan asked him questions.
"Is there a motel nearby?"
"Yep," de barman nodded. "Out of here, turn left. Straight on until you get to the junction then turn right. It's down that road on your left."
"Will they have a room?"
"Oh yeah, it doesn't get that busy there."
By de time we got our drinks Scott was back.
"I just spoke to Jean and she's checked on cerebro. The mutant we're looking for is definitely in this town."
"Good," I said. "Gambit's feet are aching he can't walk anymore." Logan passed Scott his cola. He looked at it for a couple of seconds den looked at our buds.
"I am legally old enough to drink you know." He mumbled.
"By the way ya owe me three bucks." Scott stared at Logan trying to figure out if he was being serious but in de end decided to change de subject.
"We should get going after my drink, it's getting dark."
"If you're old enough to drink you old enough to walk in de dark." I told him. "Or doesn't Jean like you doing that." Logan snorted in amusement. Scott realised he was out numbered and just drunk his cola.
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The place was a dump. It smelt, was dirty and there was only one spare room. There was only two beds as well, double beds but I didn't want to share with either of them. I stood in the doorway until I got use to the smell. Gambit immediately grabbed the TV remote and jumped on one of the beds, turning the TV on.
"We should start looking for this mutant. The sooner the better, this guy could be causing trouble as we're in here."
"It ain't that bad Cyke."
"What?" I asked.
"This room."
I sniffed the air to remind myself of the smell. I looked at the dirty windows and stained carpet. I noticed the black something in the bathtub.
"It is." I told him.
"Look, I'll sleep on the floor and you two can have the beds." That was one good thing about Logan's animalistic nature; he liked sleeping in the most uncomfortable places.
"Are we going to go?" I asked before Gambit got too cozy watching TV.
"Perhaps you should get changed first homme." I looked down at the trousers, shirt and tie I was wearing. I thought what I was wearing made me look smart and I said as much. Gambit looked up at me.
"You do look smart chere, dat is why you should change. Dis isn't a place you should look smart in." I didn't understand what he meant but it didn't matter because all my clothes had gone up in flames with the car. Gambit saw me standing there and realized the same thing. He got up off the bed and came over to me. He undid my tie and slipped it off. He then undid my top button and by his grin I guessed he was actually enjoying this. Next he took off his trench coat and passed it to me. I slipped it on and he studied my new look.
"It doesn't suit you but never mind."
"Won't you get cold?" I asked, noting he was now only wearing a T-shirt.
"Gambit be alright. If we look like we aren't from around here den we'll be targets for various people."
"He's right Cyke," Logan told me. "We have to try and stay inconspicuous if we want to find this mutant guy."
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My knuckles cracked as dey made contact with de skinheads face. He went down but I still had de guy with the pool cue to deal with. As I spun around I quickly looked around to check how de other two were doing. Logan was throwing a guy across de bar and Scott was holding his own against two truckers. Inconspicuous? Didn't really work!
De guy swung the cue, which I just managed to duck. I grabbed his shoulder and threw him onto de pool table. His weight broke de darn thing. I ran over to Scott to help him out. Before I could reach him Logan grabbed me by the arm.
"I can hear a bunch of bikes coming, do we stay or should we go?"
I knew Logan wanted to stay and Scott probably wanted to go so I had to decide. I didn't have to dink long because I heard a loud crash and de whole bar suddenly got blown away. When de red beam, which had caused the damaged, disappeared we both looked over at de man dat had produced de blast. Scott was lying on de floor curled up with his hands tight over his eyes. De men dat were attacking him had now backed away. One of dem had his ruby quartz glasses in his hands. Dey all looked at each other and den bolted for the door, as did everyone else dat was in the room.
"They're god damn muties."
"Let's call the cops."
They yelled as they left the bar. Logan and I ran over to Scott. He looked so different lying on de ground, his knees tucked up to his chest. He seemed so vulnerable. Logan knelt down next to him as I watched de door for any unwelcome company.
"Cyke, you alright?"
"Where are my glasses?" Scott asked keeping his eyes shut tight.
"You mean these?"
Logan and I looked up at someone dat had appeared from de hole dat once was de bar. He was dressed all in black, including sunglasses. His hair was black and spiky, he wore large boots which had lots of silver buckles. Holding Scott's red glasses in one hand he removed his with de other. I almost gasped when I saw de holes in his eye-sockets. Dis guy had no eyes!
To Be Continued…
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