A/N: I apologise if my German spelling is poor, it's been a while since I
took it at school. And I couldn't be bothered to look it up. Neither can I
give you a translation, because I think that if I did, I'd have to change
the rating on this story =] Just use your imagination.
It was complete chaos in the danger room. Emma was feeling somewhat proud of herself, having made it just over halfway through the course while the new recruits had been 'killed' with paint pellets.
The objective was to rescue the 'kidnapped' and 'trapped' Storm and take her to the safety point. Without being tagged by a pellet, which constituted death.
Emma's legs burned as she raced up a rocky slope, sending off bolts of energy behind her at a pursuing pellet gun. It dodged her first two attempts, but crashed and burned on her third. Rogue was a few paces in front of her, breathing heavily as they pelted up onto the plateau where Storm was.
Finally on level ground, the two looked around cautiously. Storm was standing in the center of the open space, seemingly unguarded. Jean and Scott joined them in seconds, followed by Evan and Kitty. Kurt teleported he and Logan in.
Nothing moved, and Spyke stepped forward. "Okay-"
His movement produced a whirr of machinery and a circle of turret guns rose out of the ground around Ororo. Orange paint pellets flew everywhere, nailing a split-second too slow Kurt. Kitty phased through one, shorting it out. Logan sliced two apart with his claws, while Emma blew apart another.
"Electra, look out!" Kitty warned her too late. One of the hovering guns plastered Emma so that her entire front was covered with orange. She sighed and made her way out of the danger room where the new recruits and Kurt were, all splattered with the paint. Adam was there also, and looked very happy to see her. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to stay outside the danger room and wait for her.
As she sat down, she muttered a slight expletive and mused that at least she did better than Kurt, who had been a x-man longer than she.
The furred teen in question smiled cheekily as she sat opposite her. "Hey, don't swear! Some of us understand English."
Emma looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Kurt. Du canst mich am arsch lecken."
He looked stunned before he laughed. The others - who didn't know what she'd said - just looked confused.
**********
"Adam, don't sulk! You just can't come with me." Emma hunted around the room for her sunglasses, handbag slung over her right shoulder. "Aha! Here they are." She put them on, then slid them up on top of her head. "It's a mall, they don't let animals in. You'll be fine here with Logan."
"Don't wanna. Don't like him."
"Don't be silly. And use proper English. I know you know how." She checked her reflection in the mirror, adjusted her hair slightly and rubbed a finger over her scar. It was fairly faint now, as long as she kept her anger in check. "I really need some new clothes. I need clothes, period. And I think the girls will go insane if they don't get to go shopping. Even Jean's got that look in her eye. And Storm's busy, so I have to take them. I fear for my safety if I don't take them."
Adam shifted back into his canine form and followed her out of the room, whining. She stopped him at the top of the stairs. "Adam, I'm serious. Don't make me chain you up."
They stared at each other for a long moment before he backed down, sitting on his haunches with a sigh.
She smiled. "Thank you. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"You keep talking to that animal like that and people will start to think you're crazy. After all, he can't understand you, can he?" Logan leaned against the banister and cast a look between Emma and Adam. His tone was cold. He always referred to him as 'the animal' now. It disturbed Emma, for both he and Adam were important people in her life.
Her smile faded and she crossed over to Logan, leaning on the banister beside him. Emma sighed. "Is there anything wrong? You seem kinda distant lately."
He didn't look at her, shrugging non-commitally.
She wasn't convinced, but she couldn't quite deal with the problem now a chorus of impatient female voices called out to her. "Hey, I've gotta go. But we'll talk when I get back, okay?" She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek before departing down the stairs.
Slowly Logan raised his hand to his cheek, the place where he could still feel her lips burning his skin. Hate burned within him. His dark eyes settled on Adam, and there was a soft sound of metal on metal as his claws extended from his hands.
It was complete chaos in the danger room. Emma was feeling somewhat proud of herself, having made it just over halfway through the course while the new recruits had been 'killed' with paint pellets.
The objective was to rescue the 'kidnapped' and 'trapped' Storm and take her to the safety point. Without being tagged by a pellet, which constituted death.
Emma's legs burned as she raced up a rocky slope, sending off bolts of energy behind her at a pursuing pellet gun. It dodged her first two attempts, but crashed and burned on her third. Rogue was a few paces in front of her, breathing heavily as they pelted up onto the plateau where Storm was.
Finally on level ground, the two looked around cautiously. Storm was standing in the center of the open space, seemingly unguarded. Jean and Scott joined them in seconds, followed by Evan and Kitty. Kurt teleported he and Logan in.
Nothing moved, and Spyke stepped forward. "Okay-"
His movement produced a whirr of machinery and a circle of turret guns rose out of the ground around Ororo. Orange paint pellets flew everywhere, nailing a split-second too slow Kurt. Kitty phased through one, shorting it out. Logan sliced two apart with his claws, while Emma blew apart another.
"Electra, look out!" Kitty warned her too late. One of the hovering guns plastered Emma so that her entire front was covered with orange. She sighed and made her way out of the danger room where the new recruits and Kurt were, all splattered with the paint. Adam was there also, and looked very happy to see her. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to stay outside the danger room and wait for her.
As she sat down, she muttered a slight expletive and mused that at least she did better than Kurt, who had been a x-man longer than she.
The furred teen in question smiled cheekily as she sat opposite her. "Hey, don't swear! Some of us understand English."
Emma looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Kurt. Du canst mich am arsch lecken."
He looked stunned before he laughed. The others - who didn't know what she'd said - just looked confused.
**********
"Adam, don't sulk! You just can't come with me." Emma hunted around the room for her sunglasses, handbag slung over her right shoulder. "Aha! Here they are." She put them on, then slid them up on top of her head. "It's a mall, they don't let animals in. You'll be fine here with Logan."
"Don't wanna. Don't like him."
"Don't be silly. And use proper English. I know you know how." She checked her reflection in the mirror, adjusted her hair slightly and rubbed a finger over her scar. It was fairly faint now, as long as she kept her anger in check. "I really need some new clothes. I need clothes, period. And I think the girls will go insane if they don't get to go shopping. Even Jean's got that look in her eye. And Storm's busy, so I have to take them. I fear for my safety if I don't take them."
Adam shifted back into his canine form and followed her out of the room, whining. She stopped him at the top of the stairs. "Adam, I'm serious. Don't make me chain you up."
They stared at each other for a long moment before he backed down, sitting on his haunches with a sigh.
She smiled. "Thank you. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
"You keep talking to that animal like that and people will start to think you're crazy. After all, he can't understand you, can he?" Logan leaned against the banister and cast a look between Emma and Adam. His tone was cold. He always referred to him as 'the animal' now. It disturbed Emma, for both he and Adam were important people in her life.
Her smile faded and she crossed over to Logan, leaning on the banister beside him. Emma sighed. "Is there anything wrong? You seem kinda distant lately."
He didn't look at her, shrugging non-commitally.
She wasn't convinced, but she couldn't quite deal with the problem now a chorus of impatient female voices called out to her. "Hey, I've gotta go. But we'll talk when I get back, okay?" She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek before departing down the stairs.
Slowly Logan raised his hand to his cheek, the place where he could still feel her lips burning his skin. Hate burned within him. His dark eyes settled on Adam, and there was a soft sound of metal on metal as his claws extended from his hands.