Coming to an Understanding
Rogue looked up from reading out of her book. She saw Elizabeth walk out of the kitchen doorway, leading outside to where she was. Elizabeth sat on one of the concrete garden benches in the atrium. Rogue closed her book, and walked towards her. She sat next to Elizabeth, and sighed. Elizabeth looked at her, and smiled faintly. "You alright?" Rogue asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. "The truth hurts, I guess." She sighed.
Rogue nodded in understanding. "Look, Scott was a jerk to me too when I first came here. It had to take me saving his life in order to earn his respect." She explained.
Elizabeth looked at her in shock. She then scoffed, "I'm not going to wait for an opportunity to save that wanker's life!"
"Well, Scott's not really a bad guy once you get to know him. We all have our moments, I guess." Rogue sighed.
"Elizabeth, what happened up there?" They heard.
The two girls looked behind them and saw Peter walking towards them. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Brian's room. What happened up there?" Peter asked.
Elizabeth sighed. "Brian was just upset. That's all."
Peter squatted in front of the two girls, facing them. He looked at Elizabeth, "Are you alright?"
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow at him, "Are you?" She snapped.
Peter stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head, as he began to laugh. He stood up, and looked at her, "You are a difficult woman, Elizabeth."
She watched Peter as he walked back towards the mansion. "I try!" Elizabeth smirked.
She stared at him, as he walked into the mansion. She then looked back at Rogue, "What?"
Rogue's lips formed to a smile, "You like him, don't you?"
Elizabeth was taken back by the comment. "No I don't!"
Rogue laughed. "Yes you do! I saw you, with the way you were looking at him. You're playing hard to get, aren't you?"
"Rogue, he has a girlfriend, doesn't he? I'm not going to go after him when he's got a girlfriend hanging over his every word, and worshipping the very ground he walks on." Elizabeth scoffed.
"Which is exactly why you're acting the way you are towards him." Rogue smiled.
Elizabeth shook her head, smiling, "Rogue, don't get too far ahead of yourself."
The girls laughed together. They stood up, and walked towards the kitchen doorway. Scott rushed into the kitchen, and stopped, as he saw the two girls walking in from outside. "Elizabeth, there you are!" Scott said.
Elizabeth and Rogue stopped, and Elizabeth stared at him. "What do you want, Scott?" Elizabeth snapped.
"Look, can I speak with you; alone?" He asked.
Elizabeth sighed. Rogue looked at her, "Just talk to each other."
Elizabeth turned her head for a moment, and then looked back at him. "Alright."
Rogue walked out of the kitchen. Scott and Elizabeth both sat at the breakfast bar. Scott took a deep breath. "Look, Elizabeth, I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you and your brother." He began.
Logan walked towards the kitchen, and stopped at the doorway, as he saw Elizabeth and Scott sitting together at the breakfast bar. He hid against the wall, next to the kitchen doorway.
Elizabeth sighed, and looked at Scott. "I have a judgment problem, which I know that I need to work on. It's always good to keep this team growing, and growing. And I know that we all, as mutants, have one thing in common; which is coming to acceptance of who we are, as well as accepting each other for who we are. I'm very sorry, Elizabeth, and I hope that you feel that as time goes on, that you can trust me as a friend, and a teammate." Scott apologized.
Elizabeth stared at him. After a few moments, she finally spoke, "Well, Scott, I do accept your apology. But, of course, coming to trust you will take some time. When I am ready, I will sit down with you, and hopefully open up. But until then, we're teammates." Elizabeth sighed.
Scott nodded, and stood up. "Well, I'll see you, Elizabeth." He said, before he walked out of the kitchen.
Elizabeth turned back, facing the breakfast bar. She looked at her folded hands on the counter top. She sat in silence, her mind trailing with thoughts. She wanted to trust her housemates, but she had to give them time. The only one she remotely felt a kinship with, was Rogue. Her eyes moved up, staring at the cabinets in front of her, as she thought about Rogue. She felt a connection with Rogue. As if they understood everything about each other, before they spoke one word. She knew Rogue was aching for someone she could bond with. Elizabeth sensed that Rogue had been hurt by someone she had become close to. But, she couldn't get a grip on whom.
She then thought about Logan. Now, Logan was quite a character, she thought to herself. She smiled to herself, as she thought of her game she played on him. Elizabeth had never really paid attention to the opposite sex. She was busy concentrating on getting her modeling career moving along. After her father had passed away, she gave up on modeling, and became a recluse. Logan was awfully handsome, in a rugged way. But, she knew she could never become attached to him due to how much older he was.
Peter was the next thought on her mind. All Elizabeth could think of, was his charming smile and his piercing blue eyes. But, Peter of course had Tara on his arm, making sure everyone knew that Peter was not available. She wanted to deny it, but, one thought kept coming to mind; she liked him. Heaven forbid, she liked him. He was everything opposite that she was; nice, easy going, easily trusting, and somewhat of a vain person. She let out a short, small laugh, as she thought of how 'difficult' she was with him. He keeps trying so hard, she thought to herself.
Elizabeth's thoughts were broken, as she sensed someone walking into the kitchen. It was Logan, drinking a beer. He sat on the stool next to her, placing the beer on the counter in front of him. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Hey kid." He said.
He looked at her, and she looked back at her folded hands. "Look, about what you said in that office earlier;" Logan paused, and cleared his throat, "I know what you're going through. I know exactly what you're going through."
Elizabeth looked at him. "Something like that happened to me a long time ago too." Logan began.
Elizabeth turned to face him. "What happened?" She asked.
Logan shrugged, "I was what they called, Weapon X."
"They?" Elizabeth asked in confusion.
"A group of stupid scientists who thought they knew what they were doing. I was born with original mutant powers like yourself." Logan sighed, and took a drink of his beer. He placed it back onto the counter, and continued, his eyes moving up in thought, as he began remembering what happened, "But then, I was put in this chamber filled with water. They drew marks of my skeleton on my skin, and injected adamantium on my bones. They put these claws into my hands." He looked at her, "My life was taken away from me also. That's when I became the Wolverine."
Elizabeth's eyes widened with disbelief. "How did you survive something like that?" She asked.
"I was born with enhanced regenerative capabilities, or whatever they want to call it. To the lame brains, it's basically the same as healing faster than a normal human being. Also born with heightened senses." Logan explained.
Elizabeth smirked, "If you have heightened senses, how come you didn't know that was me the other night?"
"I didn't know your scent just yet." He said, raising an eyebrow.
Elizabeth nodded, and looked around. She quickly grabbed his beer, and took a sip from it. She placed it back onto the table, and looked at him. Logan looked at the beer in front of him, then back at her. "Okay, now I won't let the Prof know you did that." He snapped.
Elizabeth smiled, and then sighed, frowning. Logan looked at her, "Elizabeth, I know how you feel when the past is brought up. I know the pain of trying to forget it. But, it's like, you can't. It gets harder, and harder trying to deal with it, but if you do need anyone to talk to," Logan paused, as she looked at him. He cleared his throat again in nervousness, and continued, "You can talk to me about it. I'll understand completely." He finished.
A smile formed on Elizabeth's lips, "Thanks, Logan."
Logan smiled. "Anytime, kid."
Elizabeth frowned, scrunching her nose, "Logan, that's another thing. I'm not a kid, so I would appreciate it if you'd stop calling me one. I have a name! Use it!" She retorted, as she stood up.
Elizabeth walked out of the kitchen. Logan shrugged, as a coy smile formed on his face. He drank another last gulp of his beer, and he threw the empty can into the recycling bin.
Rogue looked up from reading out of her book. She saw Elizabeth walk out of the kitchen doorway, leading outside to where she was. Elizabeth sat on one of the concrete garden benches in the atrium. Rogue closed her book, and walked towards her. She sat next to Elizabeth, and sighed. Elizabeth looked at her, and smiled faintly. "You alright?" Rogue asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. "The truth hurts, I guess." She sighed.
Rogue nodded in understanding. "Look, Scott was a jerk to me too when I first came here. It had to take me saving his life in order to earn his respect." She explained.
Elizabeth looked at her in shock. She then scoffed, "I'm not going to wait for an opportunity to save that wanker's life!"
"Well, Scott's not really a bad guy once you get to know him. We all have our moments, I guess." Rogue sighed.
"Elizabeth, what happened up there?" They heard.
The two girls looked behind them and saw Peter walking towards them. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Brian's room. What happened up there?" Peter asked.
Elizabeth sighed. "Brian was just upset. That's all."
Peter squatted in front of the two girls, facing them. He looked at Elizabeth, "Are you alright?"
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow at him, "Are you?" She snapped.
Peter stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head, as he began to laugh. He stood up, and looked at her, "You are a difficult woman, Elizabeth."
She watched Peter as he walked back towards the mansion. "I try!" Elizabeth smirked.
She stared at him, as he walked into the mansion. She then looked back at Rogue, "What?"
Rogue's lips formed to a smile, "You like him, don't you?"
Elizabeth was taken back by the comment. "No I don't!"
Rogue laughed. "Yes you do! I saw you, with the way you were looking at him. You're playing hard to get, aren't you?"
"Rogue, he has a girlfriend, doesn't he? I'm not going to go after him when he's got a girlfriend hanging over his every word, and worshipping the very ground he walks on." Elizabeth scoffed.
"Which is exactly why you're acting the way you are towards him." Rogue smiled.
Elizabeth shook her head, smiling, "Rogue, don't get too far ahead of yourself."
The girls laughed together. They stood up, and walked towards the kitchen doorway. Scott rushed into the kitchen, and stopped, as he saw the two girls walking in from outside. "Elizabeth, there you are!" Scott said.
Elizabeth and Rogue stopped, and Elizabeth stared at him. "What do you want, Scott?" Elizabeth snapped.
"Look, can I speak with you; alone?" He asked.
Elizabeth sighed. Rogue looked at her, "Just talk to each other."
Elizabeth turned her head for a moment, and then looked back at him. "Alright."
Rogue walked out of the kitchen. Scott and Elizabeth both sat at the breakfast bar. Scott took a deep breath. "Look, Elizabeth, I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you and your brother." He began.
Logan walked towards the kitchen, and stopped at the doorway, as he saw Elizabeth and Scott sitting together at the breakfast bar. He hid against the wall, next to the kitchen doorway.
Elizabeth sighed, and looked at Scott. "I have a judgment problem, which I know that I need to work on. It's always good to keep this team growing, and growing. And I know that we all, as mutants, have one thing in common; which is coming to acceptance of who we are, as well as accepting each other for who we are. I'm very sorry, Elizabeth, and I hope that you feel that as time goes on, that you can trust me as a friend, and a teammate." Scott apologized.
Elizabeth stared at him. After a few moments, she finally spoke, "Well, Scott, I do accept your apology. But, of course, coming to trust you will take some time. When I am ready, I will sit down with you, and hopefully open up. But until then, we're teammates." Elizabeth sighed.
Scott nodded, and stood up. "Well, I'll see you, Elizabeth." He said, before he walked out of the kitchen.
Elizabeth turned back, facing the breakfast bar. She looked at her folded hands on the counter top. She sat in silence, her mind trailing with thoughts. She wanted to trust her housemates, but she had to give them time. The only one she remotely felt a kinship with, was Rogue. Her eyes moved up, staring at the cabinets in front of her, as she thought about Rogue. She felt a connection with Rogue. As if they understood everything about each other, before they spoke one word. She knew Rogue was aching for someone she could bond with. Elizabeth sensed that Rogue had been hurt by someone she had become close to. But, she couldn't get a grip on whom.
She then thought about Logan. Now, Logan was quite a character, she thought to herself. She smiled to herself, as she thought of her game she played on him. Elizabeth had never really paid attention to the opposite sex. She was busy concentrating on getting her modeling career moving along. After her father had passed away, she gave up on modeling, and became a recluse. Logan was awfully handsome, in a rugged way. But, she knew she could never become attached to him due to how much older he was.
Peter was the next thought on her mind. All Elizabeth could think of, was his charming smile and his piercing blue eyes. But, Peter of course had Tara on his arm, making sure everyone knew that Peter was not available. She wanted to deny it, but, one thought kept coming to mind; she liked him. Heaven forbid, she liked him. He was everything opposite that she was; nice, easy going, easily trusting, and somewhat of a vain person. She let out a short, small laugh, as she thought of how 'difficult' she was with him. He keeps trying so hard, she thought to herself.
Elizabeth's thoughts were broken, as she sensed someone walking into the kitchen. It was Logan, drinking a beer. He sat on the stool next to her, placing the beer on the counter in front of him. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Hey kid." He said.
He looked at her, and she looked back at her folded hands. "Look, about what you said in that office earlier;" Logan paused, and cleared his throat, "I know what you're going through. I know exactly what you're going through."
Elizabeth looked at him. "Something like that happened to me a long time ago too." Logan began.
Elizabeth turned to face him. "What happened?" She asked.
Logan shrugged, "I was what they called, Weapon X."
"They?" Elizabeth asked in confusion.
"A group of stupid scientists who thought they knew what they were doing. I was born with original mutant powers like yourself." Logan sighed, and took a drink of his beer. He placed it back onto the counter, and continued, his eyes moving up in thought, as he began remembering what happened, "But then, I was put in this chamber filled with water. They drew marks of my skeleton on my skin, and injected adamantium on my bones. They put these claws into my hands." He looked at her, "My life was taken away from me also. That's when I became the Wolverine."
Elizabeth's eyes widened with disbelief. "How did you survive something like that?" She asked.
"I was born with enhanced regenerative capabilities, or whatever they want to call it. To the lame brains, it's basically the same as healing faster than a normal human being. Also born with heightened senses." Logan explained.
Elizabeth smirked, "If you have heightened senses, how come you didn't know that was me the other night?"
"I didn't know your scent just yet." He said, raising an eyebrow.
Elizabeth nodded, and looked around. She quickly grabbed his beer, and took a sip from it. She placed it back onto the table, and looked at him. Logan looked at the beer in front of him, then back at her. "Okay, now I won't let the Prof know you did that." He snapped.
Elizabeth smiled, and then sighed, frowning. Logan looked at her, "Elizabeth, I know how you feel when the past is brought up. I know the pain of trying to forget it. But, it's like, you can't. It gets harder, and harder trying to deal with it, but if you do need anyone to talk to," Logan paused, as she looked at him. He cleared his throat again in nervousness, and continued, "You can talk to me about it. I'll understand completely." He finished.
A smile formed on Elizabeth's lips, "Thanks, Logan."
Logan smiled. "Anytime, kid."
Elizabeth frowned, scrunching her nose, "Logan, that's another thing. I'm not a kid, so I would appreciate it if you'd stop calling me one. I have a name! Use it!" She retorted, as she stood up.
Elizabeth walked out of the kitchen. Logan shrugged, as a coy smile formed on his face. He drank another last gulp of his beer, and he threw the empty can into the recycling bin.
