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Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 2: Stop Thinking
He didn't know how far he'd walked, the precious bundle in his arms slept.
He'd woken up in complete confusion, a brief flood of recent memories had almost instantly snapped him out of the cloud of fog in his mind.
He glanced down to the little blue mutant in his arms, the little creature happily dozing with a small innocent smile on his face. The little kid looked even smaller drowned in the massive black jumper that was keeping him as warm as possible.
One thing was becoming apparent from each faltering step; they needed to find shelter soon.
They were pretty high up but as he turned along side a massive rock, leaning on it in exhaustion, his eyes recognised the lights from a town in the distance- lodged in a valley.
It was protected from the harsh winds by the mountains towering above it and a railway track was present. That track was probably the only link to the other side world.
He stumbled down the side of the mountain, most of the earth below him covered in a carpet of snow, some grey rocks revealing themselves from under his feet as he continued walking.
His feet, still bare, were at serious risk from frostbite and he vaguely expected his healing ability to prevent or hold the frostbite at bay.
Hope was something that he'd not needed previously but there was more than his life at stake here. He growled at his mild protectiveness of the little weight in his arms.
The logical side of him was constantly complaining- "Its taking up room and slowing us down" but it was actually the primal animal in him that had developed an instinct to protect the weaker mutant.
They reached the small town, nothing more than a few homes, a pub, that with any luck doubled as a hotel, and a general store. All of it was made from the same trees that grew in the area, the pine-like smell was easy to pick up, and his hypersensitive sense of smell led him straight to the pub.
The entrance was a door with a stained glass panel with a pint design on it.
Below the glass panel, carved into a paler shade of brown wood were the prices for pints, whiskeys and room and board.
He smirked but was snapped out of his relief by the half gurgle, half whine from the blue ball of fur, he'd somehow have to hide the kid until he arranged a room.
Money was an issue as well, he'd need to find work or he could just slice some worthless guys throat- but that wasn't his style, he wasn't that desperate-yet.
He put his black cap onto the kid's head to cover his pointed ears, if anyone asked the kid was suffering from hypothermia and if anyone argued with that lie then they'd have to argue with the ademantium claws.
Pulling the door open and sliding into the room, it seemed that there was more noise coming from a room at the back of the pub than the actual drinking tables
Listening intently and standing eerily still just at the entrance, he was being observed by the man serving at the bar.
He tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the potential customer to approach.
The mans eyes widened when he realised that the man wasn't wearing any boots but forced his face neutral.
The stranger looked straight at him, like he knew all of his secrets just at a glance.
Wolverine could smell the nervousness emanating from the middle-aged man.
With a deliberate swagger, whilst drawing attention away from the bundle in his arms, he headed straight up to the counter.
"Need a room" he grunted in a rough voice.
"Don't let to outsiders" a brave response from such an unaware person.
Wolverine snorted and then continued, "Also need a job"
The man started wiping a glass that was already dry, "Can't help you"
Sliding a claw out with a nice abrupt * skint * sound, "I was gonna be polite but I'm cold and I'm having a bad day."
"You're, you're…" the glass shattered on the floor and the blue boy hiding in Wolverines arms shuffled with a little moan.
"A freak, a monster, a mistake" the man suggested in his gruff throaty voice, "Pick one."
"One of those experiments" the middle-aged man finished.
Wolverine allowed his other two claws to burst out, "Experiment?" his spare hand flew for the mans throat, "What do you know?"
"No.no.nothing!" the man whimpered and tried to take in some air, "That's just what they told us!"
"They?" Wolverine loosened his grip, "Who are 'they'?" he roared uncontrollably but obviously the people in the back room never heard; it was loud back there.
The blue kid started to wake up with small crying squeaks in Wolverines free arm.
"The military guys that came through…they said that" the man tried to fruitlessly release Wolverines grip on him just a little more, "that they were going to destroy an illegal Facility of freaks. They came in here on the way…the drink loosening their tongues. I just thought that that were talking about those new mutant things that are cropping up in the news…. I just thought…"
He was instantly dropped to the floor, "If you want to live" the man retracted his claws, "then you'll stop thinking."
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Please review! - They're writer food.
Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Chapter 2: Stop Thinking
He didn't know how far he'd walked, the precious bundle in his arms slept.
He'd woken up in complete confusion, a brief flood of recent memories had almost instantly snapped him out of the cloud of fog in his mind.
He glanced down to the little blue mutant in his arms, the little creature happily dozing with a small innocent smile on his face. The little kid looked even smaller drowned in the massive black jumper that was keeping him as warm as possible.
One thing was becoming apparent from each faltering step; they needed to find shelter soon.
They were pretty high up but as he turned along side a massive rock, leaning on it in exhaustion, his eyes recognised the lights from a town in the distance- lodged in a valley.
It was protected from the harsh winds by the mountains towering above it and a railway track was present. That track was probably the only link to the other side world.
He stumbled down the side of the mountain, most of the earth below him covered in a carpet of snow, some grey rocks revealing themselves from under his feet as he continued walking.
His feet, still bare, were at serious risk from frostbite and he vaguely expected his healing ability to prevent or hold the frostbite at bay.
Hope was something that he'd not needed previously but there was more than his life at stake here. He growled at his mild protectiveness of the little weight in his arms.
The logical side of him was constantly complaining- "Its taking up room and slowing us down" but it was actually the primal animal in him that had developed an instinct to protect the weaker mutant.
They reached the small town, nothing more than a few homes, a pub, that with any luck doubled as a hotel, and a general store. All of it was made from the same trees that grew in the area, the pine-like smell was easy to pick up, and his hypersensitive sense of smell led him straight to the pub.
The entrance was a door with a stained glass panel with a pint design on it.
Below the glass panel, carved into a paler shade of brown wood were the prices for pints, whiskeys and room and board.
He smirked but was snapped out of his relief by the half gurgle, half whine from the blue ball of fur, he'd somehow have to hide the kid until he arranged a room.
Money was an issue as well, he'd need to find work or he could just slice some worthless guys throat- but that wasn't his style, he wasn't that desperate-yet.
He put his black cap onto the kid's head to cover his pointed ears, if anyone asked the kid was suffering from hypothermia and if anyone argued with that lie then they'd have to argue with the ademantium claws.
Pulling the door open and sliding into the room, it seemed that there was more noise coming from a room at the back of the pub than the actual drinking tables
Listening intently and standing eerily still just at the entrance, he was being observed by the man serving at the bar.
He tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the potential customer to approach.
The mans eyes widened when he realised that the man wasn't wearing any boots but forced his face neutral.
The stranger looked straight at him, like he knew all of his secrets just at a glance.
Wolverine could smell the nervousness emanating from the middle-aged man.
With a deliberate swagger, whilst drawing attention away from the bundle in his arms, he headed straight up to the counter.
"Need a room" he grunted in a rough voice.
"Don't let to outsiders" a brave response from such an unaware person.
Wolverine snorted and then continued, "Also need a job"
The man started wiping a glass that was already dry, "Can't help you"
Sliding a claw out with a nice abrupt * skint * sound, "I was gonna be polite but I'm cold and I'm having a bad day."
"You're, you're…" the glass shattered on the floor and the blue boy hiding in Wolverines arms shuffled with a little moan.
"A freak, a monster, a mistake" the man suggested in his gruff throaty voice, "Pick one."
"One of those experiments" the middle-aged man finished.
Wolverine allowed his other two claws to burst out, "Experiment?" his spare hand flew for the mans throat, "What do you know?"
"No.no.nothing!" the man whimpered and tried to take in some air, "That's just what they told us!"
"They?" Wolverine loosened his grip, "Who are 'they'?" he roared uncontrollably but obviously the people in the back room never heard; it was loud back there.
The blue kid started to wake up with small crying squeaks in Wolverines free arm.
"The military guys that came through…they said that" the man tried to fruitlessly release Wolverines grip on him just a little more, "that they were going to destroy an illegal Facility of freaks. They came in here on the way…the drink loosening their tongues. I just thought that that were talking about those new mutant things that are cropping up in the news…. I just thought…"
He was instantly dropped to the floor, "If you want to live" the man retracted his claws, "then you'll stop thinking."
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