Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men, the only one I own is Sara. Blah blah blah...
A/N: Thanks to everybody who has reviewed. I just have to say 'Wow'. I mean, I never thought I would get so many reviews so soon. Thank you guys, you're the best! ^_^ And since I love reviews and all the people who review (I even like constructive critisism), here's the 'thank you' list: witchlite, emily (thanks a lot to you!^_^), Mr Sinister, Thunder Angel, Oonagh, Butterfly(hey, I've experienced that it's the most effective way to get reviews, so...) Summer (no, I don't think it's Logan/Ororo...sorry...), Kitty, wild cat(splendid idea! I'll try it out sometime later in the story...^_~), Shane, Ladybugg, No one(although I would have written my name), Jackie, chris vogler, Rin Berry, Chili(hey, that's really flattering), Cilia, Magnolia Belle, Angel of the Dark Moon, RAP, cardboard tom, rayvn,
Oh yeah, and Rogue is only seventeen in this story. Remy is twenty, I think. Just so that you know it. And don't object: It's my story! Therefore: my rules.
Anybody who wonders what BSNS stands for: It's 'Brothers Should Not Smoke'. RBACLFG is the abbreviate for 'Remy Being A Charming Little French Git'. So there. And I know that Remy's a Cajun (at least an adopted Cajun) but I liked 'French' better...,
So. That done. Now....(drums)
Out of the Past
Chapter Two: BSNS problems and a talk about RBACLFG problems
Logan had a headache. Teoretically, he couldn't have one because of his healing factor. But know Logan learned – the hard way – that headaches not born out of physical contact or exercise was immune against his healing.
The name of his headache was Sara DeLougaisville. He had a feeling that he had become a babysitter – although this baby was just as stubborn (and other things he didn't want to confess to himself he was) as he.
They – Logan and his headache – were sitting in a café somewhere in Manhattan. Charles had 'suggested' that Logan should take Sara on a guide tour around New York, which he grudgingly agreed to do. At least he would get away from his snickering comrades-in-outlaw for a while... Now, though, he wondered if it was such a good idea. Sighing, he lit a sigar. Sara stopped looking out of the window and instead turned her icy blue eyes on her brother.
"Ya shouldn't smoke," she said accusingly.
"Not yer problem," Logan replied, inhaling deeply.
"I don't like it," Sara repeated, narrowing her eyes.
"Yer used ta guys who smoke. What's wrong with me doin' it?"
"Yer my brother," Sara said, piercing him with her stare.
"So what?" Damn. Those eyes are creepy.
"An' smokin's bad for the health."
Logan barked a short laugh. "That ain't a problem fer me, now is it?"
"Who ever talked about ya? Ever heard 'bout passive smokin'? Ye're damagin' my health, Pierre."
"Don't call me Pierre."
"It's yer name."
"Nope. My name's Logan."
"Yeah. Guess yer English friends couldn't pronounce yer name."
"If ya don't like 'Logan', call me Wolverine."
"Right. Yer code name. Now ain't that one surprisin'. Suits ya well, brother."
"I don't like yer tone, darlin'."
"My heart's smashed. I'll call ya 'Wolvie', then. Not as bad as 'Wolverine'."
Logan jumped a little. He remembered another girl who called him 'Wolvie'. Jubilee... he hadn't thought about her in a while. She had leaved the X-men a year ago (when she had turned 18), wanting to try out being by herself. The first half year they had received regular letters, but during the 8th month they had suddenly stopped. Respecting Jubilee's privacy, they hadn't gone to check on her... How would she react when she learned about him having a sister? He grinned. They would either be best friends or hate each other...
"What're ya grinnin' at?" Sara asked, again piercing him with her stare.
"Huh? Nothin'." Logan looked at his watch. "Time ta go, darlin'."
"Sure, darlin'," she replied. "Oh, an' Wolvie," she said before they started their bikes. "That smokin'..."
***
"So, how was the trip?" Hank asked.
"I din't die, did I?" Logan answered, still polishing his Harley.
"I shurely hope not. I just came here to say that I have finished the tests. Do you want to.."
"Spill it."
"Right. Well, you are brother and sister. But there is a minor problem..."
"What is it, Hank?" Logan looked up from his bike.
"It isn't actually a problem, but- what's that in your mouth?"
"Get to the point, Hank," Logan sighed.
"Well, since you're her nearest relative still alive, and she's a minor, you have to be her guardian."
"WHAT?!" Logan stared at Hank with a mix of shock, disbelief and horror. "I have ta be her guardian?! Hank, I can't take care of a kid!"
"First of all, she's not a child, Logan," Hank said calmly. He had expected such a reaction. "She's sixteen."
"Even worse."
"Besides, since you don't excactly have a job or apartment, she'll live at the Mansion."
"But I can't take care of her."
"Of course you can. And if we make her an X-man, you won't need to."
"All right," Logan said grumpily. Then he noticed Hank's look at him. "What're ya starin' at?"
"Logan, what is that in your mouth?" Hank was on the brink of laughing.
"Don't ya dare laugh," Logan said warningly.
"I won't laugh."
"It's a psssstpssst," Logan whispered.
"What?" Hank looked confused at him.
"It's a lollipop," Logan hissed. Hank looked at him with a expression of utter disbelief.
"A lollipop? Why would you eat a lollipop?"
"Sara forced me to. She doesn't allow me to smoke."
"Right," Hank said, trying not to smile. "What did she treaten to do?"
Logan muttered something.
"What?" Hank leaned closer.
"She said she would explode my Harley," Logan said. Hank looked at him sternly. "And date with Gambit wearing a tennis uniform."
Hank looked at him with sudden understanding. "Poor you," he said.
"Yup. Poor me."
"Let's get a beer, shall we?"
"Yup."
"Can I laugh?"
"Nope."
***
"Take that! And that and that and that!!"
Place: Work out room at the Mansion
Time: Late evening Saturday night (four weeks since Sara's arrival at the Mansion)
Speaker: Sara
Situation: She's smashing a punching ball to bits
She paused a little, looking at the tattered punching ball. She shrugged, and started delivering kicks.
"Man, sugah," a voice from the door said. "What're yah all worked up for?"
"It's Logan," Sara said, kicking the punching ball to punctuate it. "He refused ta take me along to Hardcase's." A series of kickes. "He thinks I'm just a kid."
"Yah ain't a kid," Rogue protested.
"That's what I'm tryin' ta tell him."
"Say, Sara," Rogue said. "Yah wanna go tah town with me?"
Sara stopped abruptly in mid-punch and spurred around. "Ya mean, go to the movies or somethin'?" She ducked under the flying punching ball.
"Yeah," Rogue smiled.
"Sure. I just have t' take a shower first."
"Great, sugah."
***
"So, where d'ya wanna go?" Sara shouted to Rogue. They were sitting on Sara's bike, Rogue behind Sara. (If they had taken a car from the garage they probably would've been grounded a couple of years. Sara thought it a good idea, but Rogue protested: 'Can yah drive it? Ah sure can't, and Ah don't wanna crash it into tha Blackbird.' So they had taken Sara's motor bike instead.)
"Ah dunno. Yah know any good movies going now?"
"Well, I've heard that there is this movie with some chinese martial artists, but it's an 18." (A/N:At least in Norway, it is.)
"Let's see it." Sara could almost feel Rogue grinning.
***
They stopped outside the cinema, and Sara parked her bike.
"Ain't yah a bit scared 'bout anyone stealin' yah car?"
"Nope," Sara replied. "No one's dumb enough to steal a Harley."
"Why not?" Rogue asked curiously.
"Usually it belongs ta some sort o' Hell's Angel, or somethin'."
"Like yah brothah?"
"Yeah."
They walked into the cinema, ignoring the cat whistle some guys throwed at them.
"Two tickets tah 'Romeo must die'," Rogue said to the ticket seller. (A/N: I try get that movie into every one of my stories if I get the chance at some point.)
The ticket seller looked up at her from his desk, calculating her behind his half spectacles. He seemed to think she looked mature enough, and shrugged.
"8 dollars, please," he said. (A/N: I don't know the movie's ticket prise in USA, so don't flame me if I got it wrong. I just guessed.)
Rogue handed him the money.
"I'll pay ya later," Sara said. "Care t' have some pop corn? We could buy it together." Rogue nodded and they went to the snacks disk.
***
"So, what d'ya think?" Sara said as they walked out of the cinema.
"It was great. But Ah understand why they rated it 18..."
"It wasn't that much blood!" Sara protested.
"Nah, but tha story itself...so sombre."
"Yeah, I know what ya mean. But Jet Li was a hottie..." They laughed. "Say, ya wanna eat somethin'? I'm starvin'."
Rogue laughed. "Me too. As long as it's not alive."
"Let's grab a burger, then."
***
"Why is it that yah are so familiar with tha twentieth century?" Rogue asked curiously. They were sitting in a Burger King, munching on their burgers.
"Well, I mostly had ta take care o' myself, so I learned quickly."
"But, didn't yah come here when yah were thirteen?"
"That's true. At first I lived in an orphanage. Buth when I was almost fifteen, I got bored an' ran away ta find my brother."
Rogue nodded and swallowed. "How did yah get yah bike?"
"Oh, that was fun," Sara grinned. "I won it."
"Yah won it?" Rogue stared at her.
"Yeah. In a bet."
"What kinda bet?"
"I an' a guy had a drinkin' contest."
"Not...booze, right? Yah are under age..."
Sara's grin widened. "No, of course not. The barman didn't allow it. Nope, we saw who could drink the most water in ten minutes. I won: 30 pints. Of course," she said as an afterthought, "I had ta pee for two hours afterwards."
Rogue smiled. "But, ain't yah too young for a motor bike?"
"Yeah, but I never get controlled... 'sides, in one year's time I can drive it legally."
They laughed. After a little while, Rogue broke the silence, staring intently into her coke.
"Sara, is there something between yah an' Gambit?"
Sara stared at her for a moment. "I was wonderin' if ya would ask that," she said. Rogue turned a bright pink. "Relax, Rogue. I think he was just testin'. Me or Logan, I'm not sure which." Rogue looked relieved. Sara smiled. "Ya like 'im, don'tcha?" Rogue nodded, blushing more. "Well, I hope ya learn ta control yer powers, then." Sara smiled encouragingly at her. "Ya finished?"
They went out of the door and started driving home.
***
"Sara, can we stop for a moment? Ah've gottah pee."
"Sure, darlin'," Sara said, stopping outside a pub. "I'll just wait here."
Rogue went inside. Suddenly, Sara heard a noise. Like faltering footsteps. She looked around. Did it come from that alley? She went over to it and gasped.
A girl was lying on the ground. Her clothes was torn and various places there seeped blood out through them, and her black hair lay in tatters. Sara ran over to her. The girl looked up. She had Chinese features, and blood in her face from a cut in her forehead. A look of recognition came across her face as she looked at Sara.
"....Wolvie....?" she whispered, and fell over unconscouss.
A/N: Well, what d'ya think? And apologies to my terrible accent writing. You know how they speak.
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