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Donnie sat on the grass beside a large oak, viciously tearing little blades of grass from the ground. Her hands were now a pale green from the sap.
"Ya know, Ro wouldn't be to happy to see you doin' that."
She shrugged.
Logan sat down next to her. He took a deep breath and leaned against the tree. After a long time, he spoke, "The world is a pretty funny place sometimes, let's you have some things sometimes and others things the rest of the time and it's not always what you want. But you take what you get, and you use it and ya play around with it until it's a little closer to what ya want."
She stared into the clouds.
"Things can be pretty weird around here too. We got all types a kids and adults goin' through big changes in their lives. Ya get used to it after awhile. You always deal with what ya got. You understand what I'm sayin', D?"
"I should just deal with all this stuff I have in my head, not knowin' where it comes from right?"
"Kinda. Look D, I'm in the same boat as you. I've done martial arts for years and I speak Japanese, I fight with certain people all the time, but I don't know why I can do those things. I think I know, but I don't really remember. Some of it's age, but some of it's just cause I can't remember any of it. I deal with it, I move on. Yeah, I'd like to remember some things, like maybe my folks, my first girlfriend, but hell, ya can't always get everything. The world gives ya what it wants to give ya and that's about it. You'll get your memory back soon enough, just take it day by day."
Donnie sighed, "I suppose, it's just aggravatin'"
"A course it is, I'd be a bit worried if ya weren't goin' outta yer skull about it."
She looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, Logan."
"No problem, Darlin'."
Gambit ducked as the fifth spit ball hurled towards his head. "Madmoiselle Andrews," he began without looking up, "I t'ink maybe you should leave de class now."
"But..."
"Non, you disruptin' de class, I want you out now," he lifted his head and looked straight at her. "Take your books wit' you, I don' wanna see you back in here til you come in to learn."
Fifteen minutes later, the bell for class to end rang. "'Member, I want your notecards on Monday," he called after his class as they left. He heard laughter from the doorway.
"Remington Lebeau, Ah nevah thought of you as bein' able to handle kids," Rogue shook her head.
A big grin spread across Gambit's face, "Neither did I, but I guess maybe Xavier t'ought I be good at wranglin' dem."
"Did he now?"
He looked at her slyly, "Was dere somt'in you needed, Chere?"
"No, just guardin' yoah room from evil snakewomen."
"Have you been seein' any around?"
"Jus' one, but she saw me and hightailed it outta here," she laughed.
"Good, Gambit be gettin' tired o' comin' up wit' excuses."
Rogue simply smiled, "Join me for lunch Monsieur Lebeau?"
He glared at her, "De only people dat call me dat be de students."
"Ah'm jus' playin' with ya Sugah."
"So how your powers been behavin', Rogue?"
"They've been alright, Ah haven't really tried 'em out on anybody, an' Ah got no intention a doin' it anytime soon. How'd you know they were all haywire?"
"Would you believe de Professor told me?"
She tapped her foot, "No, Ah wouldn't, he's been tellin' everyone that Ah'm on a leave of absence on account o' my dreams. Hypnotic therapy and the like."
He looked down at the floor, "I followed you and Beast de night he told you dat your powers weren't workin' no more."
She glared, "An' why did ya do that?"
"Cuz Gambit worry about you, Chere. I may not always show it, but I do and you weren't lettin' me in, so I let myself in."
She sighed, "Ah know. Maybe it's bettah that you know now rather than findin' out latah when somethin' bad happens."
"Not'in bad gonna happen, Rogue. I won't let it."
She gave a weak smile.
"Come on, we got a lunch date, 'member?"
"Yeah, we do." They hooked arms and walked to the dining room.
Donnie looked across the room to Logan and Storm and gave the thumbs up as Rogue and Gambit passed. They smiled back. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.
"Oh, hi Professor."
"I'm not disrupting any mischief am I?"
She looked at him incredulously, "Me, mischief? Never!"
He smiled, "Of course not. I've arranged a training session for you in the Danger Room for nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Is that alright or do you think you need more time to recover from the linguistics fiasco?"
"No two days was enough time, don't worry about me. I'll be there, bright and early."
"Very well, tomorrow then."
Donnie rose early the next morning to be in the Danger room in time. She put on a pair of black leotards and walked to the bottom of the stairs to meet Logan.
"Nervous?"
"A little."
"Don't be." He eyed her up and down, "Looks like ya put on a little weight since we brought ya in. Looks good on ya."
She smiled, "Thanks."
"Well, here we go."
They went to the underground levels of the mansion to the Danger Room which had been set up as gym for normal workout. She and Logan stretched first. There were a few other people in the Danger Room, just working out and honing their skills. A knot tied in her stomach, but loosened when she saw Gambit and Rogue working out together. They saw her and waved.
"I figured you'd feel better if you saw some friendly faces."
She nodded.
The workout went smoothly, they finished with the simple excercises like jumping jacks and sit-ups and moved on to more complex with weights and resistance. They had worked for about an hour when Logan called it quits.
"I could go for about another hour, Logan."
"I don't think you should push it right now, D."
She pouted a bit but consented.
Right at that moment, the boys from the courtyard walked in, but Donnie didn't see them. One of them picked up a basketball from the rack and chucked it at her.
"Donnie, look out!"
She spun around and kicked the ball away right before it hit her face. She glared at the boys who scrambled from the room.
"Take it easy, D. Little runts are gone now. That was a really great block."
"Thanks."
"Say, I know I said to call it quits, but I wanna try sumthin' if that's alright with you."
She raised an eyebrow, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well this," he raised a fist and threw an punch at her, which she deflected and countered. He threw another punch and was blocked again. As they went along, her movements became more fluid, almost like a ballet. He would attack and she would parry then attack him with punches and kicks. They went on like this for several minutes, mirroring each others moves. Everyone in the room had stopped to watch. Donnie grabbed a staff and began a viscious attack against Logan. Her movements were no longer conscious, but instinctual. Logan was being cornered into a wall. Finally, he hit a pressure point behind her knee, causing her leg to buckle and stopping the fight.
"You okay?"
She took a deep breath and gulped, "Yeah, just fine. Just gimme a minute."
"I only know one man to move like that, and that was my sensei. Who trained you?"
"Don't know, just came naturally I guess."
Back in the gathered crowd, Gambit grabbed Kurt by the colar and dragged him to a corner.
"Was ist los, mein Freund?" What is wrong, my friend?
"You asked me a few days ago, what dose tattoos on her arms might mean, non?"
"Yes."
"Well, I wasn' sure, but now I know."
"And?"
"She guild."
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Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been on vacation, but here's a new chapter for all you loverly people. So...Review, now! Go! The almighty fic writer commands it!
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Donnie sat on the grass beside a large oak, viciously tearing little blades of grass from the ground. Her hands were now a pale green from the sap.
"Ya know, Ro wouldn't be to happy to see you doin' that."
She shrugged.
Logan sat down next to her. He took a deep breath and leaned against the tree. After a long time, he spoke, "The world is a pretty funny place sometimes, let's you have some things sometimes and others things the rest of the time and it's not always what you want. But you take what you get, and you use it and ya play around with it until it's a little closer to what ya want."
She stared into the clouds.
"Things can be pretty weird around here too. We got all types a kids and adults goin' through big changes in their lives. Ya get used to it after awhile. You always deal with what ya got. You understand what I'm sayin', D?"
"I should just deal with all this stuff I have in my head, not knowin' where it comes from right?"
"Kinda. Look D, I'm in the same boat as you. I've done martial arts for years and I speak Japanese, I fight with certain people all the time, but I don't know why I can do those things. I think I know, but I don't really remember. Some of it's age, but some of it's just cause I can't remember any of it. I deal with it, I move on. Yeah, I'd like to remember some things, like maybe my folks, my first girlfriend, but hell, ya can't always get everything. The world gives ya what it wants to give ya and that's about it. You'll get your memory back soon enough, just take it day by day."
Donnie sighed, "I suppose, it's just aggravatin'"
"A course it is, I'd be a bit worried if ya weren't goin' outta yer skull about it."
She looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, Logan."
"No problem, Darlin'."
Gambit ducked as the fifth spit ball hurled towards his head. "Madmoiselle Andrews," he began without looking up, "I t'ink maybe you should leave de class now."
"But..."
"Non, you disruptin' de class, I want you out now," he lifted his head and looked straight at her. "Take your books wit' you, I don' wanna see you back in here til you come in to learn."
Fifteen minutes later, the bell for class to end rang. "'Member, I want your notecards on Monday," he called after his class as they left. He heard laughter from the doorway.
"Remington Lebeau, Ah nevah thought of you as bein' able to handle kids," Rogue shook her head.
A big grin spread across Gambit's face, "Neither did I, but I guess maybe Xavier t'ought I be good at wranglin' dem."
"Did he now?"
He looked at her slyly, "Was dere somt'in you needed, Chere?"
"No, just guardin' yoah room from evil snakewomen."
"Have you been seein' any around?"
"Jus' one, but she saw me and hightailed it outta here," she laughed.
"Good, Gambit be gettin' tired o' comin' up wit' excuses."
Rogue simply smiled, "Join me for lunch Monsieur Lebeau?"
He glared at her, "De only people dat call me dat be de students."
"Ah'm jus' playin' with ya Sugah."
"So how your powers been behavin', Rogue?"
"They've been alright, Ah haven't really tried 'em out on anybody, an' Ah got no intention a doin' it anytime soon. How'd you know they were all haywire?"
"Would you believe de Professor told me?"
She tapped her foot, "No, Ah wouldn't, he's been tellin' everyone that Ah'm on a leave of absence on account o' my dreams. Hypnotic therapy and the like."
He looked down at the floor, "I followed you and Beast de night he told you dat your powers weren't workin' no more."
She glared, "An' why did ya do that?"
"Cuz Gambit worry about you, Chere. I may not always show it, but I do and you weren't lettin' me in, so I let myself in."
She sighed, "Ah know. Maybe it's bettah that you know now rather than findin' out latah when somethin' bad happens."
"Not'in bad gonna happen, Rogue. I won't let it."
She gave a weak smile.
"Come on, we got a lunch date, 'member?"
"Yeah, we do." They hooked arms and walked to the dining room.
Donnie looked across the room to Logan and Storm and gave the thumbs up as Rogue and Gambit passed. They smiled back. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.
"Oh, hi Professor."
"I'm not disrupting any mischief am I?"
She looked at him incredulously, "Me, mischief? Never!"
He smiled, "Of course not. I've arranged a training session for you in the Danger Room for nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Is that alright or do you think you need more time to recover from the linguistics fiasco?"
"No two days was enough time, don't worry about me. I'll be there, bright and early."
"Very well, tomorrow then."
Donnie rose early the next morning to be in the Danger room in time. She put on a pair of black leotards and walked to the bottom of the stairs to meet Logan.
"Nervous?"
"A little."
"Don't be." He eyed her up and down, "Looks like ya put on a little weight since we brought ya in. Looks good on ya."
She smiled, "Thanks."
"Well, here we go."
They went to the underground levels of the mansion to the Danger Room which had been set up as gym for normal workout. She and Logan stretched first. There were a few other people in the Danger Room, just working out and honing their skills. A knot tied in her stomach, but loosened when she saw Gambit and Rogue working out together. They saw her and waved.
"I figured you'd feel better if you saw some friendly faces."
She nodded.
The workout went smoothly, they finished with the simple excercises like jumping jacks and sit-ups and moved on to more complex with weights and resistance. They had worked for about an hour when Logan called it quits.
"I could go for about another hour, Logan."
"I don't think you should push it right now, D."
She pouted a bit but consented.
Right at that moment, the boys from the courtyard walked in, but Donnie didn't see them. One of them picked up a basketball from the rack and chucked it at her.
"Donnie, look out!"
She spun around and kicked the ball away right before it hit her face. She glared at the boys who scrambled from the room.
"Take it easy, D. Little runts are gone now. That was a really great block."
"Thanks."
"Say, I know I said to call it quits, but I wanna try sumthin' if that's alright with you."
She raised an eyebrow, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well this," he raised a fist and threw an punch at her, which she deflected and countered. He threw another punch and was blocked again. As they went along, her movements became more fluid, almost like a ballet. He would attack and she would parry then attack him with punches and kicks. They went on like this for several minutes, mirroring each others moves. Everyone in the room had stopped to watch. Donnie grabbed a staff and began a viscious attack against Logan. Her movements were no longer conscious, but instinctual. Logan was being cornered into a wall. Finally, he hit a pressure point behind her knee, causing her leg to buckle and stopping the fight.
"You okay?"
She took a deep breath and gulped, "Yeah, just fine. Just gimme a minute."
"I only know one man to move like that, and that was my sensei. Who trained you?"
"Don't know, just came naturally I guess."
Back in the gathered crowd, Gambit grabbed Kurt by the colar and dragged him to a corner.
"Was ist los, mein Freund?" What is wrong, my friend?
"You asked me a few days ago, what dose tattoos on her arms might mean, non?"
"Yes."
"Well, I wasn' sure, but now I know."
"And?"
"She guild."
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Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been on vacation, but here's a new chapter for all you loverly people. So...Review, now! Go! The almighty fic writer commands it!