Chapter Fourteen:
Old Friends and New Flames
A little while later Bobby and Marie were in the middle of a heated thumb war.
"You're so, going down," she teased as they laughed and wrenched each other's arms around. He looked at her with those eyes like warm ice. She looked back at him with eyes greener than Ireland on St. Patty's day. He moved closer to her, she leaned away.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said. Little did they know they were being watched.
Peter Rasputin sat at a table not to far away. He was drawling a picture of Bobby and Marie romantically inclined, almost kissing, but now Bobby's hair was sticking up and sparks radiated from his lips as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket.
Peter laughed satisfied with the caricature and tapped the boy next to him on the shoulder as he slid the paper over. The boy laughed and smiled.
They younger children had a habit of herding around Peter. They looked up to him, in more than one way. He was modestly good looking with dark hair and eyes. Tall, with a build to make any football coach weep tears of joy. He spoke with a strong Russian accent, but not so much that you couldn't understand him.
It was then that Marie perked up. "Logan," she half yelled, half whispered, before she leapt up and headed out into the hall, Bobby hot on her heels. There her sight confirmed what the rest of her senses had already known. Logan was back.
"Logan," she shouted rushing to him and throwing her arms around him.
"Hey kid," he said as her grip loosened. That was when he noticed the boy beside her.
"Logan this is Bobby," Marie began. The boy stuck out a hand. Logan took it and a chill began to spread up his arm.
"They call me Iceman," he said. Logan shook his hand and flexed his fingers breaking the remaining ice crystals from his skin. "I'm her boyfriend."
"Boyfriend," Logan repeated. "How do you-" Marie blushed; Bobby went a little pink as well.
"We're working on that," he put in.
"Well, I'll see you around Logan," Marie began as Bobby pulled her away she turned and continued waving until she was out of sight. "Bye, I'll see ya."
"Look who's back," came a soft female voice. "Logan looked to the stair well to see Storm. " And just in time, we need a babysitter."
"Babysitter," Logan repeated skeptically. That's when he noticed Jean.
"Storm and I are going to Boston to track down the mutant who attacked the president, while Scott and Professor Xavier are going to find out what they can from Magneto."
*Speak of the pretty boy,* Logan thought seeing Scott come down the stairs. He didn't pay Logan any mind at first, only went to Jean.
"Be safe," he whispered kissing her cheek. Jean left with Storm as Scott, feet spread, and hands at his waist, Superman style, turned to Logan. Tense silence was all that was present as the adversaries glared at one another poison meeting poison. That's when a young girl came down the stairs.
"Excuse me, Mr. Summers," she called. Scott turned. "Have you seen Carmen?"
"Don't even joke about that," he said as she finished the length of the stairs with a wry smile and turned to Logan.
He noted her posture and appearance thoughtfully. Long copper hair and deep set Cal-Ripken-blue eyes, a milky complexion. Average body. No Ororo Munroe, and diffidently no Jean Grey, but not at all terrible looking. She didn't wear perfume, he liked that; it made it easier for him to identify her smell. Fresh green apples.
She kept her body centered and her feet slightly squared and turned out, as if she expected someone to come and try to knock her off her feet. She wore a long. white lace skirt, a crocheted short sleeve sweater, and a welcoming smile as she spoke.
"My name's Fallon, friends call me Blue Moon, you know, the whole code name thing," she said. "And you are?"
"Wolverine," he said. "I mean Logan." She smiled.
He was moderately good looking, sort of rugged and muscular. Not really caring what he looked like, spending so little time around humans. She liked that; he wasn't obsessed with his physical appearance. His shoulders, neck, and head were paramount to hers. He wore his black hair in a style that wouldn't fit any human, but it was apt to him. It kind of swooped back away from his face and his side burns came down to his jaw.
Their eyes locked for an eternity. Like the pale-blue winter sky meeting the gray sea after a storm for the first time, while all hatred and evil was still purged from the world.
"Nice to finally meet you," she said. "Logan. I suppose I'll be seeing you around."
"I guess you will," Logan agreed.
"Well then, I'll see you in class in half an hour," she said to Scott.
"Same as always," Scott replied with a familiar smiled.
With that the girl continued on with the same kind of grace that one believes only angels possess.
Logan's hands were in his pockets as he touched something cold and metallic. He tossed Scott the keys to his bike.
"Need's gas," he said. Scott caught the keys and without missing a beat, tossed them right back.
"Then fill'er up," he said and walked on. Logan shrugged internally, and went to find Professor Xavier.
Old Friends and New Flames
A little while later Bobby and Marie were in the middle of a heated thumb war.
"You're so, going down," she teased as they laughed and wrenched each other's arms around. He looked at her with those eyes like warm ice. She looked back at him with eyes greener than Ireland on St. Patty's day. He moved closer to her, she leaned away.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said. Little did they know they were being watched.
Peter Rasputin sat at a table not to far away. He was drawling a picture of Bobby and Marie romantically inclined, almost kissing, but now Bobby's hair was sticking up and sparks radiated from his lips as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket.
Peter laughed satisfied with the caricature and tapped the boy next to him on the shoulder as he slid the paper over. The boy laughed and smiled.
They younger children had a habit of herding around Peter. They looked up to him, in more than one way. He was modestly good looking with dark hair and eyes. Tall, with a build to make any football coach weep tears of joy. He spoke with a strong Russian accent, but not so much that you couldn't understand him.
It was then that Marie perked up. "Logan," she half yelled, half whispered, before she leapt up and headed out into the hall, Bobby hot on her heels. There her sight confirmed what the rest of her senses had already known. Logan was back.
"Logan," she shouted rushing to him and throwing her arms around him.
"Hey kid," he said as her grip loosened. That was when he noticed the boy beside her.
"Logan this is Bobby," Marie began. The boy stuck out a hand. Logan took it and a chill began to spread up his arm.
"They call me Iceman," he said. Logan shook his hand and flexed his fingers breaking the remaining ice crystals from his skin. "I'm her boyfriend."
"Boyfriend," Logan repeated. "How do you-" Marie blushed; Bobby went a little pink as well.
"We're working on that," he put in.
"Well, I'll see you around Logan," Marie began as Bobby pulled her away she turned and continued waving until she was out of sight. "Bye, I'll see ya."
"Look who's back," came a soft female voice. "Logan looked to the stair well to see Storm. " And just in time, we need a babysitter."
"Babysitter," Logan repeated skeptically. That's when he noticed Jean.
"Storm and I are going to Boston to track down the mutant who attacked the president, while Scott and Professor Xavier are going to find out what they can from Magneto."
*Speak of the pretty boy,* Logan thought seeing Scott come down the stairs. He didn't pay Logan any mind at first, only went to Jean.
"Be safe," he whispered kissing her cheek. Jean left with Storm as Scott, feet spread, and hands at his waist, Superman style, turned to Logan. Tense silence was all that was present as the adversaries glared at one another poison meeting poison. That's when a young girl came down the stairs.
"Excuse me, Mr. Summers," she called. Scott turned. "Have you seen Carmen?"
"Don't even joke about that," he said as she finished the length of the stairs with a wry smile and turned to Logan.
He noted her posture and appearance thoughtfully. Long copper hair and deep set Cal-Ripken-blue eyes, a milky complexion. Average body. No Ororo Munroe, and diffidently no Jean Grey, but not at all terrible looking. She didn't wear perfume, he liked that; it made it easier for him to identify her smell. Fresh green apples.
She kept her body centered and her feet slightly squared and turned out, as if she expected someone to come and try to knock her off her feet. She wore a long. white lace skirt, a crocheted short sleeve sweater, and a welcoming smile as she spoke.
"My name's Fallon, friends call me Blue Moon, you know, the whole code name thing," she said. "And you are?"
"Wolverine," he said. "I mean Logan." She smiled.
He was moderately good looking, sort of rugged and muscular. Not really caring what he looked like, spending so little time around humans. She liked that; he wasn't obsessed with his physical appearance. His shoulders, neck, and head were paramount to hers. He wore his black hair in a style that wouldn't fit any human, but it was apt to him. It kind of swooped back away from his face and his side burns came down to his jaw.
Their eyes locked for an eternity. Like the pale-blue winter sky meeting the gray sea after a storm for the first time, while all hatred and evil was still purged from the world.
"Nice to finally meet you," she said. "Logan. I suppose I'll be seeing you around."
"I guess you will," Logan agreed.
"Well then, I'll see you in class in half an hour," she said to Scott.
"Same as always," Scott replied with a familiar smiled.
With that the girl continued on with the same kind of grace that one believes only angels possess.
Logan's hands were in his pockets as he touched something cold and metallic. He tossed Scott the keys to his bike.
"Need's gas," he said. Scott caught the keys and without missing a beat, tossed them right back.
"Then fill'er up," he said and walked on. Logan shrugged internally, and went to find Professor Xavier.
