Disclaimor: I do not own the X-Men, so don't sue me, but i do own Zero, she's all mine so don't even think about it. ;-)
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to fit that description.
Light in the Dark chp6
Morning came late for Logan, Storm and Zero the next day. They were all exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep in.
At 10:00, Zero was awakened by the phone ringing. She clumsily got up from the couch and stumbled over to the phone. She sleepily answered, "Hello?"
Zero awoke with a bright smile at the voice on the other end. It was Kitty, one of her good friends at the institute.
Logan came out of his room when he heard the phone and Zero talking to someone. He smiled, hearing one side of the conversation.
"How's stuff goin' at the mansion?.....That's awesome!....Yeah, I'm feelin' kinda homesick.....really? The Prof. said it'd be ok? Cool! I'll ask Dad, hold on."
She took her ear away from the phone and looked at Logan, who was making coffee. "Dad, Kitty's on the phone, she wants ta know if I can stay at the mansion for the weekend. Can I? Please??"
Logan chuckled. "Sure, if Chuck says it's okay."
Storm came into the livingroom and heard what was going on as Zero happily chatted with Kitty about visiting. She walked over to the kitchen and Logan handed her a cup of coffee. "Hey Logan, since Zero is going to be at the mansion for the weekend, what do you say, you and me go out for dinner or something?"
Logan quirked an eyebrow and looked at her. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to go out with Storm, but he never expected she felt the same way. He didn't want to seem too eager so he gruffly replied, "Dinner?" He shrugged. "Sure, why not."
Storm was a little disheartened by the way he replied, but smiled anyway. "You know any nice places around here?"
Logan thought for a moment. "Uhh..well we don't got any really ritzy places or anythin'. We got some quiet little places with good home cookin'." He smiled.
Storm nodded. "Alright, that sound's nice."
Logan cleared his throat and sat down at the table, taking a sip of his coffee. "How 'bout 8? Is that too late fer dinner?"
Storm shook her head. "No, that's fine." She smiled.
Zero was still talking on the phone and then she stopped and handed it over to Logan. "Here, the Prof. wants ta talk to you." She began walking to her room. "Hank's gonna pick me up at 12. I'm goin' ta get my stuff."
Logan nodded and began discussing how things were going to the Professor. Storm put her coffee mug in the sink, then she grabbed some of her clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zero was picked up by Hank at exactly 12 o'clock. After that, 8 o'clock came around pretty fast for Logan and Ororo.
Before they knew it, they were riding in Logan's pickup, on their way to dinner. At the cozy little restaurant Storm had chosen, they had a nice, casual dinner and talked a little about things at the mansion.
After dinner, it was around 10:00, Logan suggested they go out for a few drinks. Storm agreed, after some persuading from Logan, and they entered an old pub called 'Marty's'. They sat at the bar, Logan having a beer and Storm with a martini.
When Logan finished his beer, he got up to play some pool. He picked up a stick and gestured for Ororo to do the same.
Storm smiled and shook her head. "No thank you Logan, I don't play much pool."
"Aw, c'mon 'Ro, I c'n teach ya." He grinned.
Storm just shook her head and Logan shrugged. She then watched as a man in a grey flannel shirt came over to the pool table.
Logan looked up at the man. "Ya play pool bub?"
He smiled, with missing front teeth. "Sure pal, I play some pool." He picked up a poolstick. "Wanna bet on the game?"
Storm sat by and watched, leaning against the bar with her head in her hand. She just wished Logan would sit with her instead of playing a game of pool with a perfect stranger.
Logan grunted. "Ahright bub, how 'bout 20 bucks?"
The man grinned, a sneaky, crooked grin. "Hmm..how 'bout 5 bucks an' ya let me kiss that pretty girl o' yours." He gestured toward Storm, who in return gave him a dirty look and stood up.
Logan growled. He stepped toward the man and shoved him up against the wall, lifting him by the collar of his shirt. "Did you jus' say what I think ya said bub?!"
The rest of the few patrons at the bar looked over at them.
Storm walked up beside Logan.
The man in the flannel shirt just glared. "Hey, take it easy man, alls I want is a piece o' your woman."
Logan got even angrier and tossed the man to the ground. "She ain't mine fer the takin'!! And if I was you *pal*, I'd get my ass outta here 'fore ya get yerself in some real trouble!" He snarled.
Storm put a hand on his shoulder. "Logan, it's alright, really. Let's just leave."
"Stay outta this Storm." He snapped.
Storm was taken abback from the tone of his voice and turned to leave. "Logan, if you will not stop this and leave with me, then I will leave alone!"
Logan turned away from the man and started after Storm. "'Ro wait! I'm sorry I-"
He was interrupted when three men burst into the pub. Each of the men had guns in their hands; one with a dart gun, one with a rifle, and the other with a revolver.
"Nobody move!!!" Yelled the man with the dart gun.
Storm gasped but dared not move, for fear of the other people in the bar getting injured.
Logan stood in his place, wanting to finish his apology to Storm and just be near her. He grumbled, thinking of what to do.
The man with the revolver gestured for the bartender to step out from behind the bar and stand with his hands against the wall.
The man who seemed to be in charge, the one with the dart gun, waved the gun around and glared at everyone, turning away when he saw the gleam in Logan's dark eyes. "Everybody listen up!!" He yelled. "And ya'll better listen good, 'coz I'm only gonna say this once! I'm bettin' this place if chock full o' ya mutie freaks! See this gun in mah hand?!." He held up the dart gun. "This here's a poison that is gonna rid us normal people o' damn muties! It'll take their powers away fer a damn while." He gestured toward his friend with the rifle. "This friend o' mine has got his rifle full o' hollow point rounds that can tear yer insides ta pieces." He paused. "So don't move!"
Storm sighed and shook her head. 'These people never learn do they?' She thought.
The man holding the revolver stepped toward her and looked her right in the eyes. "Y'got somethin' ta say to me an' my pals woman?!"
Storm didn't answer him and he grabbed her around the waist and dragged her near the door. She struggled, but could not get free of his grasp.
At that moment, Logan felt the rage building up inside him and he just snapped. He yelled out, "Let 'er go now!!!"
The man with the rifle came behind Logan and the one with the dart gun glared at him. "Or what Short-stuff?!"
"Raaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggh!!" Logan roared and leaped toward the man holding Storm, claws pointed right for his neck.
The one with the dart shot at him. "He's a friggin' mutie!"
Logan felt a prick on his neck and reached on his neck, pulling out the dart. He continued forward, intent on freeing Storm from the man.
"Logan no!!" Storm yelled.
The man with the revolver dropped his gun and let go of Storm in fear. Before he knew it, Logan knocked him to the ground with his outter claws on each side of his neck.
Storm ran toward them, but fell to her knees when the man in charge hit her in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. She blacked out and lay on the ground with the man standing over her and grinning.
Logan turned to see Storm fall to the floor unconscious. He quickly left the man that he was attacking and jumped toward the one who had hit Storm.
All of a sudden there was a gun blast, and people screaming. That was the last thing he heard.
The man with the rifle had snuck behind him during the fiasco and shot him in the back.
Logan's claws retracted into his forearms, and he collapsed to the ground, blackness overtaking him.
The one that had hit Storm, stood up and kicked Logan in the ribs while he was down. "Friggin' mutie freaks." He mumbled.
Looking around at the rest of the frightened people in the bar, the man with the rifle yelled, "That's what we do to damn muties! Don't even think of moving or that's what's gonna happen to all o' you!!"
There were a few gasps from the small crowd, and the men helped their friend up that Logan had originally attacked and walked out.
Upon leaving, the man with the dart gun ducked behind a truck and transformed back to his, well rather her, true form. It could only be the blue skinned, golden eyed mutant, Mystique.
Author's Note: so how was that?? Cliff hanger ending, hope yer as excited to read the next chap. as I am to write it. :-D Please review!! It would mean alot to me! *BAMF*
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to fit that description.
Light in the Dark chp6
Morning came late for Logan, Storm and Zero the next day. They were all exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep in.
At 10:00, Zero was awakened by the phone ringing. She clumsily got up from the couch and stumbled over to the phone. She sleepily answered, "Hello?"
Zero awoke with a bright smile at the voice on the other end. It was Kitty, one of her good friends at the institute.
Logan came out of his room when he heard the phone and Zero talking to someone. He smiled, hearing one side of the conversation.
"How's stuff goin' at the mansion?.....That's awesome!....Yeah, I'm feelin' kinda homesick.....really? The Prof. said it'd be ok? Cool! I'll ask Dad, hold on."
She took her ear away from the phone and looked at Logan, who was making coffee. "Dad, Kitty's on the phone, she wants ta know if I can stay at the mansion for the weekend. Can I? Please??"
Logan chuckled. "Sure, if Chuck says it's okay."
Storm came into the livingroom and heard what was going on as Zero happily chatted with Kitty about visiting. She walked over to the kitchen and Logan handed her a cup of coffee. "Hey Logan, since Zero is going to be at the mansion for the weekend, what do you say, you and me go out for dinner or something?"
Logan quirked an eyebrow and looked at her. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to go out with Storm, but he never expected she felt the same way. He didn't want to seem too eager so he gruffly replied, "Dinner?" He shrugged. "Sure, why not."
Storm was a little disheartened by the way he replied, but smiled anyway. "You know any nice places around here?"
Logan thought for a moment. "Uhh..well we don't got any really ritzy places or anythin'. We got some quiet little places with good home cookin'." He smiled.
Storm nodded. "Alright, that sound's nice."
Logan cleared his throat and sat down at the table, taking a sip of his coffee. "How 'bout 8? Is that too late fer dinner?"
Storm shook her head. "No, that's fine." She smiled.
Zero was still talking on the phone and then she stopped and handed it over to Logan. "Here, the Prof. wants ta talk to you." She began walking to her room. "Hank's gonna pick me up at 12. I'm goin' ta get my stuff."
Logan nodded and began discussing how things were going to the Professor. Storm put her coffee mug in the sink, then she grabbed some of her clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Zero was picked up by Hank at exactly 12 o'clock. After that, 8 o'clock came around pretty fast for Logan and Ororo.
Before they knew it, they were riding in Logan's pickup, on their way to dinner. At the cozy little restaurant Storm had chosen, they had a nice, casual dinner and talked a little about things at the mansion.
After dinner, it was around 10:00, Logan suggested they go out for a few drinks. Storm agreed, after some persuading from Logan, and they entered an old pub called 'Marty's'. They sat at the bar, Logan having a beer and Storm with a martini.
When Logan finished his beer, he got up to play some pool. He picked up a stick and gestured for Ororo to do the same.
Storm smiled and shook her head. "No thank you Logan, I don't play much pool."
"Aw, c'mon 'Ro, I c'n teach ya." He grinned.
Storm just shook her head and Logan shrugged. She then watched as a man in a grey flannel shirt came over to the pool table.
Logan looked up at the man. "Ya play pool bub?"
He smiled, with missing front teeth. "Sure pal, I play some pool." He picked up a poolstick. "Wanna bet on the game?"
Storm sat by and watched, leaning against the bar with her head in her hand. She just wished Logan would sit with her instead of playing a game of pool with a perfect stranger.
Logan grunted. "Ahright bub, how 'bout 20 bucks?"
The man grinned, a sneaky, crooked grin. "Hmm..how 'bout 5 bucks an' ya let me kiss that pretty girl o' yours." He gestured toward Storm, who in return gave him a dirty look and stood up.
Logan growled. He stepped toward the man and shoved him up against the wall, lifting him by the collar of his shirt. "Did you jus' say what I think ya said bub?!"
The rest of the few patrons at the bar looked over at them.
Storm walked up beside Logan.
The man in the flannel shirt just glared. "Hey, take it easy man, alls I want is a piece o' your woman."
Logan got even angrier and tossed the man to the ground. "She ain't mine fer the takin'!! And if I was you *pal*, I'd get my ass outta here 'fore ya get yerself in some real trouble!" He snarled.
Storm put a hand on his shoulder. "Logan, it's alright, really. Let's just leave."
"Stay outta this Storm." He snapped.
Storm was taken abback from the tone of his voice and turned to leave. "Logan, if you will not stop this and leave with me, then I will leave alone!"
Logan turned away from the man and started after Storm. "'Ro wait! I'm sorry I-"
He was interrupted when three men burst into the pub. Each of the men had guns in their hands; one with a dart gun, one with a rifle, and the other with a revolver.
"Nobody move!!!" Yelled the man with the dart gun.
Storm gasped but dared not move, for fear of the other people in the bar getting injured.
Logan stood in his place, wanting to finish his apology to Storm and just be near her. He grumbled, thinking of what to do.
The man with the revolver gestured for the bartender to step out from behind the bar and stand with his hands against the wall.
The man who seemed to be in charge, the one with the dart gun, waved the gun around and glared at everyone, turning away when he saw the gleam in Logan's dark eyes. "Everybody listen up!!" He yelled. "And ya'll better listen good, 'coz I'm only gonna say this once! I'm bettin' this place if chock full o' ya mutie freaks! See this gun in mah hand?!." He held up the dart gun. "This here's a poison that is gonna rid us normal people o' damn muties! It'll take their powers away fer a damn while." He gestured toward his friend with the rifle. "This friend o' mine has got his rifle full o' hollow point rounds that can tear yer insides ta pieces." He paused. "So don't move!"
Storm sighed and shook her head. 'These people never learn do they?' She thought.
The man holding the revolver stepped toward her and looked her right in the eyes. "Y'got somethin' ta say to me an' my pals woman?!"
Storm didn't answer him and he grabbed her around the waist and dragged her near the door. She struggled, but could not get free of his grasp.
At that moment, Logan felt the rage building up inside him and he just snapped. He yelled out, "Let 'er go now!!!"
The man with the rifle came behind Logan and the one with the dart gun glared at him. "Or what Short-stuff?!"
"Raaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggh!!" Logan roared and leaped toward the man holding Storm, claws pointed right for his neck.
The one with the dart shot at him. "He's a friggin' mutie!"
Logan felt a prick on his neck and reached on his neck, pulling out the dart. He continued forward, intent on freeing Storm from the man.
"Logan no!!" Storm yelled.
The man with the revolver dropped his gun and let go of Storm in fear. Before he knew it, Logan knocked him to the ground with his outter claws on each side of his neck.
Storm ran toward them, but fell to her knees when the man in charge hit her in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. She blacked out and lay on the ground with the man standing over her and grinning.
Logan turned to see Storm fall to the floor unconscious. He quickly left the man that he was attacking and jumped toward the one who had hit Storm.
All of a sudden there was a gun blast, and people screaming. That was the last thing he heard.
The man with the rifle had snuck behind him during the fiasco and shot him in the back.
Logan's claws retracted into his forearms, and he collapsed to the ground, blackness overtaking him.
The one that had hit Storm, stood up and kicked Logan in the ribs while he was down. "Friggin' mutie freaks." He mumbled.
Looking around at the rest of the frightened people in the bar, the man with the rifle yelled, "That's what we do to damn muties! Don't even think of moving or that's what's gonna happen to all o' you!!"
There were a few gasps from the small crowd, and the men helped their friend up that Logan had originally attacked and walked out.
Upon leaving, the man with the dart gun ducked behind a truck and transformed back to his, well rather her, true form. It could only be the blue skinned, golden eyed mutant, Mystique.
Author's Note: so how was that?? Cliff hanger ending, hope yer as excited to read the next chap. as I am to write it. :-D Please review!! It would mean alot to me! *BAMF*