Logan stared in shock as Indiana entered the caravan they were sharing.
"You--- You---Your hair." Was all he could come out with.
Indiana's beautiful mane of candy-striped hair was gone. In its place was a shorter-then-shoulder-bob composed of varying lengths of hair. It didn't look that bad on her actually. The front of her hair sported ear-length bangs of snow white. The rest was almost pure electric blue.
"Look's good Kid, but why the sudden change?"
Indiana gave a shrug and picked up her pad. Why did Logan always have to call her Kid?
/Too hot./
She wrote. Deciding that it was his special way of being annoying.
Logan nodded, knowing the kid had other reasons that she wasn't willing to share. That was fine with him. He could deal.
"Why don't you go crash?" Logan pointed to the bedroom at the end of the trailer. "I made the bed up and all."
/Where will you sleep?/
Indiana asked, suddenly apprehensive.
I'm sleepin' up top kid." Logan pointed to the roof.
Indiana //looked// at Logan and raised an eyebrow.
/You're sleeping with me Logan. No way am I kicking out you out of a bed. You're just as tired as I am, more so. I haven't been driving./
Logan laughed as he read what Indiana had written.
"You want me to sleep with you?" He regretted the words, and his tone, as soon as he'd spoken. And when he saw the pained look flit across Indiana's tired face, he wished he could ram them back down his throat. How he'd read the note was obviously not how he'd interpreted it. Not that he would have minded. The girl had an annoying way of getting under your skin. Damn! He'd screwed things up big time. Why the hell had he even contemplated that she might possibly be interested in him? It was probably vanity. Looking down at the pad he winced in pain at what she'd written.
/God Logan, I'm not that bad am I?/
"Look, Indiana, I didn't mean it like that---" Logan tried in vain to explain himself, but Indiana cut him off by throwing a balled piece of paper at him, then stalking into the tiny bedroom and slamming the door. With a sigh Logan looked down at what she'd written.
/Don't worry about sleeping with me Logan. It's for the best. 'Cause judging by the way my lucks been running, I'd turn over in my sleep and blow you up./
Logan felt a tightening in his guts. This was the first time Indiana had ever mentioned the mutation she had. Logan had known she had to have had one, no one had hair and nails like that naturally, but this was the first time the girl had actually acknowledged it.
............
Indiana woke from the light doze she'd been in when a weight settled in on the other side of the bed. Turing, she regarded Logan through slightly puffy eyes. Logan regarded her back. Slowly he held up a fist, and Indiana watched in fascination as metal blades emerged from between his knuckles. Reaching out she hesitantly touched the tip of one of the razor sharp pieces of metal. She watched in silence as a single drop of blood appeared on her fingertip. The ruby globule glistened like a jewel in the moonlight that permitted the thin curtains.
"I'm not exactly Prince Charming." Logan whispered from the darkness. Indiana smiled.
*But you'll do* She thought, as she lent into the kiss.
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Oh yeah! I'm on so much of a roll I'm gunna finish this tonight.
"You--- You---Your hair." Was all he could come out with.
Indiana's beautiful mane of candy-striped hair was gone. In its place was a shorter-then-shoulder-bob composed of varying lengths of hair. It didn't look that bad on her actually. The front of her hair sported ear-length bangs of snow white. The rest was almost pure electric blue.
"Look's good Kid, but why the sudden change?"
Indiana gave a shrug and picked up her pad. Why did Logan always have to call her Kid?
/Too hot./
She wrote. Deciding that it was his special way of being annoying.
Logan nodded, knowing the kid had other reasons that she wasn't willing to share. That was fine with him. He could deal.
"Why don't you go crash?" Logan pointed to the bedroom at the end of the trailer. "I made the bed up and all."
/Where will you sleep?/
Indiana asked, suddenly apprehensive.
I'm sleepin' up top kid." Logan pointed to the roof.
Indiana //looked// at Logan and raised an eyebrow.
/You're sleeping with me Logan. No way am I kicking out you out of a bed. You're just as tired as I am, more so. I haven't been driving./
Logan laughed as he read what Indiana had written.
"You want me to sleep with you?" He regretted the words, and his tone, as soon as he'd spoken. And when he saw the pained look flit across Indiana's tired face, he wished he could ram them back down his throat. How he'd read the note was obviously not how he'd interpreted it. Not that he would have minded. The girl had an annoying way of getting under your skin. Damn! He'd screwed things up big time. Why the hell had he even contemplated that she might possibly be interested in him? It was probably vanity. Looking down at the pad he winced in pain at what she'd written.
/God Logan, I'm not that bad am I?/
"Look, Indiana, I didn't mean it like that---" Logan tried in vain to explain himself, but Indiana cut him off by throwing a balled piece of paper at him, then stalking into the tiny bedroom and slamming the door. With a sigh Logan looked down at what she'd written.
/Don't worry about sleeping with me Logan. It's for the best. 'Cause judging by the way my lucks been running, I'd turn over in my sleep and blow you up./
Logan felt a tightening in his guts. This was the first time Indiana had ever mentioned the mutation she had. Logan had known she had to have had one, no one had hair and nails like that naturally, but this was the first time the girl had actually acknowledged it.
............
Indiana woke from the light doze she'd been in when a weight settled in on the other side of the bed. Turing, she regarded Logan through slightly puffy eyes. Logan regarded her back. Slowly he held up a fist, and Indiana watched in fascination as metal blades emerged from between his knuckles. Reaching out she hesitantly touched the tip of one of the razor sharp pieces of metal. She watched in silence as a single drop of blood appeared on her fingertip. The ruby globule glistened like a jewel in the moonlight that permitted the thin curtains.
"I'm not exactly Prince Charming." Logan whispered from the darkness. Indiana smiled.
*But you'll do* She thought, as she lent into the kiss.
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Oh yeah! I'm on so much of a roll I'm gunna finish this tonight.