A/N - Thanks again for those who were kind enough to review and to all
those who are reading I hope you enjoy.
Logan and Ororo had agreed to meet on top of Gateway's rock after the others had gone to bed. The night air was crisp and cool yet Gateway, an Aborigine with mutant powers of teleportation, sat motionlessly, clad only in a loin cloth, seemingly unaware of the chill. Beside him on the ground was a flat oval shaped piece of wood with a double string attached to one end. This was a teleporting bullroarer that he used to assist the X-Men ever since they'd taken over the Reavers compound in the Outback.
"Good evening, Gateway," Storm greeted the silent man as she landed from the sky. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder for a moment. He took no notice of Storm or of Wolverine who was sitting Indian style across from him.
"Didn't know if ya were comin' or not."
"I feel you were right and I trust you explicitly, Logan."
"Outtin' with the girls didn't do it fer ya, eh?"
She laughed, "Shopping is not all it is made out to be. I found no peace at that mall."
"If it's peace yer lookin' fer ya better high tail it back ta yer room."
She placed her hand in his and smiled, "The anticipation is already rejuvenating my soul. Shall we go?"
"Give me a moment," Logan said as he stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a black eye patch.
Ororo, feeling a little foolish for having held his hand, wondered what he was doing with an eye patch.
"What is that?" She asked.
"Eye patch."
"What . . . ?"
"It is an eye patch!" He articulated slowly.
"Hmm, and what purpose does it serve?"
"It's my disguise . . . ."
"Your . . . disguise?"
"Yup, ya know, like Clark Kent an' his glasses . . . "
"Logan, I do not know who Clark Kent is but I do know what a disguise is after all this time. Your usual uniform with the mask hid your identity quite well in the past."
"Yeh, but I don't want anyone knowing I'm Wolverine."
"And an eye patch actually keeps them from seeing your true self?" She asked in utter disbelief.
"Yeh, well it works fer me."
"I see."
"An' speakin' of keepin' our identities secret, ya can't go 'round with that long white hair of yers, ya gotta . . ."
"Put it in a hair net perhaps?"
"A hair net?" He looked disgusted. "That ain't a disguise. Maybe some dye or a wig---yeh, a wig's what ya need. Gateway, we gotta get to a mall!"
"I . . ." But before Ororo could say anything further, Gateway's bullroarer spun in the air. Time seemed to stand still for just an instant as the bullroarer made a strange humming sound and then there was nothing there save Gateway, his bullroarer now silent and resting beside him as if nothing had happened. The tiniest flicker of a smile seemed to reach his dark eyes just before they closed.
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Gateway had teleported the two outside a small mall. It least it wasn't the same mall Ororo, Rouge and Betsy had tried to save a young Asian girl from being attacked. Although the sun was going down & dusk was setting in they could hear people speaking English so it was safe to assume they were in the States. Logan grabbed a hesitant Ororo's hand & quickly led her inside.
"People are staring . . ."
"People always stare at ya, 'Ro. Yer too stunnin' for anyone to ignore. Ya oughta be used ta it by now."
"Perhaps you are right and a wig is the answer."
"Come on, they've got hair fer sale at this lil' cart." There in the middle of the shopping center a kiosk was indeed covered with different lengths of hair in all types of colors.
"Well, hurry it up an' pick one. We gotta take care of some business." Logan said impatiently.
Ororo was a little out of her element having never had a need for extra hair and never having a desire to change the color of her hair.
"Get the black one an' I'll pay fer it," Logan pointed at a long black wig with short scruffy bangs.
Shrugging, she was about to pick the wig up when the lady in the kiosk finished with her customer and said, "Miss, you can't just buy a wig you got to try it on!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You got too much hair though. You got to put it up so the wig'll fit."
"Put it up . . . ?"
"I've got some pins if you don't mind messing up your pretty hair."
"Very well."
Thirty minutes later Ororo left the little wig kiosk the proud owner of a very bad wig.
"Here, put these on," Logan handed her a pair of sunglasses that he'd just purchased from a nearby kiosk.
"Part of the disguise?"
"Yup."
Ororo obediently put the shades on.
"Perfect, 'Ro. Ya look hot."
Although Ororo wasn't so sure she agreed with Logan, once again, as if on cue, time seemed to stand still for the briefest of moments and they felt Gateway teleporting them away.
A/N - Next the adventure begins! Please let me know if you're enjoying so far.
Logan and Ororo had agreed to meet on top of Gateway's rock after the others had gone to bed. The night air was crisp and cool yet Gateway, an Aborigine with mutant powers of teleportation, sat motionlessly, clad only in a loin cloth, seemingly unaware of the chill. Beside him on the ground was a flat oval shaped piece of wood with a double string attached to one end. This was a teleporting bullroarer that he used to assist the X-Men ever since they'd taken over the Reavers compound in the Outback.
"Good evening, Gateway," Storm greeted the silent man as she landed from the sky. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder for a moment. He took no notice of Storm or of Wolverine who was sitting Indian style across from him.
"Didn't know if ya were comin' or not."
"I feel you were right and I trust you explicitly, Logan."
"Outtin' with the girls didn't do it fer ya, eh?"
She laughed, "Shopping is not all it is made out to be. I found no peace at that mall."
"If it's peace yer lookin' fer ya better high tail it back ta yer room."
She placed her hand in his and smiled, "The anticipation is already rejuvenating my soul. Shall we go?"
"Give me a moment," Logan said as he stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a black eye patch.
Ororo, feeling a little foolish for having held his hand, wondered what he was doing with an eye patch.
"What is that?" She asked.
"Eye patch."
"What . . . ?"
"It is an eye patch!" He articulated slowly.
"Hmm, and what purpose does it serve?"
"It's my disguise . . . ."
"Your . . . disguise?"
"Yup, ya know, like Clark Kent an' his glasses . . . "
"Logan, I do not know who Clark Kent is but I do know what a disguise is after all this time. Your usual uniform with the mask hid your identity quite well in the past."
"Yeh, but I don't want anyone knowing I'm Wolverine."
"And an eye patch actually keeps them from seeing your true self?" She asked in utter disbelief.
"Yeh, well it works fer me."
"I see."
"An' speakin' of keepin' our identities secret, ya can't go 'round with that long white hair of yers, ya gotta . . ."
"Put it in a hair net perhaps?"
"A hair net?" He looked disgusted. "That ain't a disguise. Maybe some dye or a wig---yeh, a wig's what ya need. Gateway, we gotta get to a mall!"
"I . . ." But before Ororo could say anything further, Gateway's bullroarer spun in the air. Time seemed to stand still for just an instant as the bullroarer made a strange humming sound and then there was nothing there save Gateway, his bullroarer now silent and resting beside him as if nothing had happened. The tiniest flicker of a smile seemed to reach his dark eyes just before they closed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Gateway had teleported the two outside a small mall. It least it wasn't the same mall Ororo, Rouge and Betsy had tried to save a young Asian girl from being attacked. Although the sun was going down & dusk was setting in they could hear people speaking English so it was safe to assume they were in the States. Logan grabbed a hesitant Ororo's hand & quickly led her inside.
"People are staring . . ."
"People always stare at ya, 'Ro. Yer too stunnin' for anyone to ignore. Ya oughta be used ta it by now."
"Perhaps you are right and a wig is the answer."
"Come on, they've got hair fer sale at this lil' cart." There in the middle of the shopping center a kiosk was indeed covered with different lengths of hair in all types of colors.
"Well, hurry it up an' pick one. We gotta take care of some business." Logan said impatiently.
Ororo was a little out of her element having never had a need for extra hair and never having a desire to change the color of her hair.
"Get the black one an' I'll pay fer it," Logan pointed at a long black wig with short scruffy bangs.
Shrugging, she was about to pick the wig up when the lady in the kiosk finished with her customer and said, "Miss, you can't just buy a wig you got to try it on!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You got too much hair though. You got to put it up so the wig'll fit."
"Put it up . . . ?"
"I've got some pins if you don't mind messing up your pretty hair."
"Very well."
Thirty minutes later Ororo left the little wig kiosk the proud owner of a very bad wig.
"Here, put these on," Logan handed her a pair of sunglasses that he'd just purchased from a nearby kiosk.
"Part of the disguise?"
"Yup."
Ororo obediently put the shades on.
"Perfect, 'Ro. Ya look hot."
Although Ororo wasn't so sure she agreed with Logan, once again, as if on cue, time seemed to stand still for the briefest of moments and they felt Gateway teleporting them away.
A/N - Next the adventure begins! Please let me know if you're enjoying so far.