A/N: People, I still need someone to read over the next fic. It's a fairly
easy job, you'll get to see the fic before anyone else does, plus I might
even let you name it. And if I don't find someone, I won't post it until I
can see series three... And that might take a while.
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Later, she cried. She missed Logan's physical presence keenly, and the lingering remnant of him in her mind worsened the sensation. She'd stopped bleeding, and the scar was on its way to healing again.
Adam hadn't quite understood her explanation for the phenomena, but Emma mused that that was fair enough, because she didn't really either. Possibly the only one who did was Charles, and maybe Psion. When she had fought Psion it had left an imprint in her mind, that was connected to her anger. The wound that Psion had been forcing her body to reopen now opened anytime she succumbed to extreme anger.
"Emma. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" She looked at him, her eyes shining bright in the light of the fire between them.
"Making Logan mad. Making you mad."
"Oh Adam, don't be. It isn't your fault. If anything, I should be thanking you. He doesn't trust me and you can't get far in any relationship without trust."
There was silence again.
"I don't belong. Not even here."
"What do you mean?" Emma's brow was slightly furrowed in confusion.
"People. I don't belong. Much happier here, in trees."
She was silent, realizing that he was right. Instead of trying to help him, she'd been forcing him to join a world he didn't want to. "I once said that you were more animal than human. But now I think you're a better human than a lot of people. I'll take you home if you want."
He nodded.
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It was almost noon by the time Emma made it back to the mansion. She went up the newly repaired stairs without talking to anyone. A shower, and welcome change of clothes later, she was packing. Adam was waiting at the edge of the woods. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her scar was angry and red, the bruises on her neck had become an ugly yellow-brown, and the new bruise on her jaw was a flourishing purple-blue.
"If I keep this up I'll have to start to coordinating my wardrobe with my bruising." She remarked as she went back to shoving clothes back in her duffelbag. It was a great deal bigger than when she had arrived, due to the clothes she had bought. Someone had packed them away in their - his room. Emma was nearly finished when she came upon the light blue sundress.
She didn't really wear dresses, because she'd always thought that were somewhat impractical. But Jean and Kitty had insisted that it was beautiful on her, even persuading her to buy black low-heeled sandals to wear with it. She'd thought that Logan would like it.
Emma closed the cupboard. Then she opened it again and threw the dress into the bag, along with the sandals.
She zipped it up and looked around the room. She'd lain her torn uniform out on the bed. There was nothing of hers left in it that wasn't slung over her shoulder, and soon even she would be gone.
Emma noted that the gouges in the walls had been repaired. //Whoever Uncle gets to do his repairs, they're sure quick...// She was halfway down the stairs when Scott saw her.
"Emma! You're here. Wow, you look awful" He took in her bruises, new and old. Then he noted the bag. "Where are you going."
She shrugged. "Gee, thanks. I've got something to take care of."
He looked like he had something to say, but didn't quite know how to tell her.
"What is it Scott?" She smiled thinly, even though it was the furthest thing from how she felt.
"Well uh, actually I should let the Professor tell you-"
"Scott." Emma didn't want to play games.
"Logan's gone missing. He was chasing Sabretooth and he just disappeared. We can't find him with Cerebro." Scott looked like he was braced for a stronger reaction than the one she had.
"Ah. Well, I'll see ya." He stopped her.
"Did you hear me right? Logan's missing."
Emma opened the door and pulled her sunglasses down from the top of her head. She looked at Scott, sunglasses, to sunglasses. "And I should care why?"
Finis.
A/N: Yes, ooer, feel the angst in the air... Will it be resolved, or won't it? I'll wait for your input =]
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Later, she cried. She missed Logan's physical presence keenly, and the lingering remnant of him in her mind worsened the sensation. She'd stopped bleeding, and the scar was on its way to healing again.
Adam hadn't quite understood her explanation for the phenomena, but Emma mused that that was fair enough, because she didn't really either. Possibly the only one who did was Charles, and maybe Psion. When she had fought Psion it had left an imprint in her mind, that was connected to her anger. The wound that Psion had been forcing her body to reopen now opened anytime she succumbed to extreme anger.
"Emma. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" She looked at him, her eyes shining bright in the light of the fire between them.
"Making Logan mad. Making you mad."
"Oh Adam, don't be. It isn't your fault. If anything, I should be thanking you. He doesn't trust me and you can't get far in any relationship without trust."
There was silence again.
"I don't belong. Not even here."
"What do you mean?" Emma's brow was slightly furrowed in confusion.
"People. I don't belong. Much happier here, in trees."
She was silent, realizing that he was right. Instead of trying to help him, she'd been forcing him to join a world he didn't want to. "I once said that you were more animal than human. But now I think you're a better human than a lot of people. I'll take you home if you want."
He nodded.
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It was almost noon by the time Emma made it back to the mansion. She went up the newly repaired stairs without talking to anyone. A shower, and welcome change of clothes later, she was packing. Adam was waiting at the edge of the woods. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her scar was angry and red, the bruises on her neck had become an ugly yellow-brown, and the new bruise on her jaw was a flourishing purple-blue.
"If I keep this up I'll have to start to coordinating my wardrobe with my bruising." She remarked as she went back to shoving clothes back in her duffelbag. It was a great deal bigger than when she had arrived, due to the clothes she had bought. Someone had packed them away in their - his room. Emma was nearly finished when she came upon the light blue sundress.
She didn't really wear dresses, because she'd always thought that were somewhat impractical. But Jean and Kitty had insisted that it was beautiful on her, even persuading her to buy black low-heeled sandals to wear with it. She'd thought that Logan would like it.
Emma closed the cupboard. Then she opened it again and threw the dress into the bag, along with the sandals.
She zipped it up and looked around the room. She'd lain her torn uniform out on the bed. There was nothing of hers left in it that wasn't slung over her shoulder, and soon even she would be gone.
Emma noted that the gouges in the walls had been repaired. //Whoever Uncle gets to do his repairs, they're sure quick...// She was halfway down the stairs when Scott saw her.
"Emma! You're here. Wow, you look awful" He took in her bruises, new and old. Then he noted the bag. "Where are you going."
She shrugged. "Gee, thanks. I've got something to take care of."
He looked like he had something to say, but didn't quite know how to tell her.
"What is it Scott?" She smiled thinly, even though it was the furthest thing from how she felt.
"Well uh, actually I should let the Professor tell you-"
"Scott." Emma didn't want to play games.
"Logan's gone missing. He was chasing Sabretooth and he just disappeared. We can't find him with Cerebro." Scott looked like he was braced for a stronger reaction than the one she had.
"Ah. Well, I'll see ya." He stopped her.
"Did you hear me right? Logan's missing."
Emma opened the door and pulled her sunglasses down from the top of her head. She looked at Scott, sunglasses, to sunglasses. "And I should care why?"
Finis.
A/N: Yes, ooer, feel the angst in the air... Will it be resolved, or won't it? I'll wait for your input =]