Coming to Trust
Logan's eyes searched around him, as he sniffed the air. Around him, he was surrounded by the danger room, with only tall blocks of concrete simulated around him. He stopped, and looked in front of him, as a figure ran to hide behind a block of concrete. A smirk formed on his lips, as he quietly ran towards the specific block. He unsheathed a set of claws, as he stood behind the block of concrete the figure hid itself behind. He sniffed again, sensing the familiar scent of Elizabeth fading. He came to love having his exercises with her. They affectionately referred to their exercises together as "play time". He pushed out the other set of his claws, and hovered down, as he crept towards the other side of the block in front of him. Just as he was going to turn the corner, he was thrown back. He flew back into the concrete block across from him. He looked up, and saw the figure disappear. He was held against the concrete block, unable to move. He saw Elizabeth phase out of a shadow in front of him, near the block he was investigating. She stared at him; a smile played her lips, as the mark on the left side of her face glowed. "You've learned to control it, eh Betts?" Logan grinned.
Elizabeth ignited her left fist, with the blade covering her fist. The white light from her blade touched her face. She stood back, hoisting the ignited fist above her head, as she pointed it towards him. She held her free hand out, guarding her body, looking as if she was going to strike. Logan smiled. Elizabeth's hair was pulled back into a bun, and she blew away a free strand of her hair that fell in front of her face. "Bring it on, dear Wolverine!" She smiled.
The mark on her face stopped glowing, as Logan fell to the ground. He squatted to break his fall. He held his arms out at his sides, pointing his claws at her. He rushed towards her, and attempted to throw one of his arms down onto her, but she blocked it with her free hand. She attempted to stab him with her psychic blade, but he grabbed onto her wrist as she attempted to strike. "Having fun yet?" He grinned.
Elizabeth smiled, "Oh yes!" She then became serious, as she threw a kick up to his face.
She stepped back for a moment, and still holding onto his arms, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his neck. She let go of his arms, as she flipped under him. He felt her squeeze her legs around his neck, as her hands touched the ground below him. As she locked her legs, she flipped him up into the air, and threw him onto his back on the ground. He looked up, and saw that she stood over him, her ankles locked at his neck. He threw his leg to her back, and kicked her forward.
Elizabeth fell forward, and rolled, breaking her fall. She quickly turned to look at him. She saw that he had made his way to his feet. He came at her, and swung his arm, and she ducked to dodge it. She threw an uppercut to his stomach, and he doubled over. She then stood up straight, and kicked him in the face, causing him to fall back onto the ground. He swept her feet, and she fell back. He quickly flipped to his feet, and jumped towards her. He screamed as he fell towards her, his claws unsheathed from his fists. He landed his feet on each side of her waist, and threw his claws into the ground on each side of her head. They stared at each other, smiling. His face was just above hers, and he coyly smiled, "Game over, I win!" He slyly remarked.
Elizabeth let out a laugh. "Want another round?" He smirked.
His eyes searched her face, as he felt his attraction towards her begin to rise. Their smiles slowly faded, as he retracted his claws. He planted his hands on each side of her head, as he leaned towards her. Elizabeth slowly smirked, and the mark on the left side of her face illuminated. Suddenly, Logan was flipped over her, and onto his back. He was thrown onto the ground. His head was on the other side of hers, as laid on his back above her. "Okay, I'll take that as a no." He sighed, staring at the ceiling above him.
Elizabeth glanced at him, "Sorry, Logan. You and I have set rules, remember?" She asked.
Logan sighed, as he calmed himself. He then nodded, "Yeah, you're right, Betts." He groaned frustratingly.
Elizabeth flipped up onto her feet, and dusted her back with her hands. Logan did the same, and he turned to look at her. He looked up at her, and saw her back towards him, as she unwrapped the bun in the back of her head. He smiled as her long, thick black hair fell to her waist. The weight of the thickness of her hair caused it to bounce, as it fell. She turned to him, and he quickly wiped the smile off of his face, turning his head away from her. She combed her hand through her hair, "Well, should we set another session of Play Time tomorrow?" She smiled at him.
He nodded, looking up at her. "Exercise disengage." Logan said aloud, commanding the computer of the danger room.
The simulations around them cleared, leaving the metal clad walls around them, and the metal floor beneath their feet. Logan looked back towards Elizabeth, seeing a towel wrapped around her neck already. She smiled at him, and walked past him towards the doors leading towards the mansion. "I'll see you later, Logan." She smiled.
Logan sighed, and walked towards the metal rack holding the towels in front of him. He remembered the rules they had set for each other; they were attracted towards each other, but wanted to remain friends. He was always alone, fighting his own battles. But, he knew that he and Elizabeth fought well, side by side. Their fighting capabilities matched; both lethal and fast. One swift move from either of them, and the opponent was finished. He combed his hand through his thick black hair, pulling the strayed black wisps from his face.
Rogue looked into her room from her balcony. She saw Elizabeth walking towards her from inside of her room. "Just took a shower?" Rogue grinned.
Elizabeth smiled. Her long hair was half wet, obviously air dried. "Don't you know you could get sick, Betsy?" Rogue grinned, as Elizabeth rested her elbows on the stone railing of the balcony.
Elizabeth shrugged, "I'll be fine, Rogue." She looked at her best friend, with a look of concern, "How are the headaches?" She asked.
Rogue sighed, and looked out towards the ocean side in front of them, as she rested her hands on the railing. "I don't know, Betsy. I had a bad one earlier today," She looked at Elizabeth, "Have you talked to Brian yet?"
Elizabeth looked out in front of them, and shook her head, "No. What happened?"
They looked at each other, silence falling upon them. Rogue became close with Elizabeth; they shared secrets with each other. She was hesitant to tell her of her past, not knowing what she would think of her. And, with her secret, she didn't know if she trusted Elizabeth fully enough that she wouldn't say a word to anyone; not even her own twin. She sighed, and leaned her elbow onto the railing, facing Elizabeth. She looked at her hands, as she began to nervously pick at her gloves, "Betsy, if I were to tell you something, do you swear not to tell anyone?" She asked, nervously.
Elizabeth stood up straight, looking at her best friend. Rogue's eyes moved up to look at her. Elizabeth suddenly became concerned, as she sensed the urgency in Rogue's voice. "It's not something that could potentially hurt you, is it?" She asked.
Rogue shrugged, "It depends on how you look at it." She looked out towards the ocean, "But I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone," She then looked back at Elizabeth, "Please?"
Elizabeth hesitantly nodded, "Alright; I promise." She said.
Rogue sighed, and sat on the ground of the balcony, crossing her legs Indian style. Elizabeth sat in front of her, bending her leg up. Rogue looked at the ground, "Well, when I was about 14, I had been doin' business with Mystique. I mean, she adopted me for cryin' out loud." She looked up at Elizabeth, "We were pullin' some illegal stint, and we were caught," She looked away, as Elizabeth stared at her, listening to what she had to say, "So, we were runnin' from the cops, and we headed out to this field. We separated, don't ask me how, and when we hid, someone suddenly grabbed me," She looked back at her friend, "But, it was a mutant. She was flyin' in the air. Besides Mystique, she was the first mutant I'd ever seen. Then, Mystique tells me to grab onto her, with my bare hands," She shrugged as she continued, "So, stupid me, I go ahead and do it." She looked at her hands, as she leaned her elbows onto her knees. "But then, I felt something going wrong. I began absorbin' everything of her; everything. I couldn't let go, 'cause I was gonna fall. We were so high up into the air." She looked up at her friend, as her eyes began to water, "But, she didn't want to go down. She just kept flying higher into the air. I mean, I wasn't gonna let go, and fall flat on my face! Then, she just falls to the ground, right onto her face. I'm fallin' with her, but, when she hits the ground, I don't. I'm like, flyin' above her!" Rogue finished, as a tear fell down her face.
Elizabeth stared at her, not knowing what to say. "I didn't want to hurt her, Betsy. But, she ended up dyin'! I permanently absorbed her life, her memories, and even her powers. That's most likely why I was flyin' last night, and when I had another headache earlier today. Now, she's comin' up again in my mind. I have nightmares about her, Betts. She's tryin' to kill me in my nightmares!" Rogue looked back at her lap, as she wiped her face clear of the tears, "I just can't get her out of my head." She sighed.
Elizabeth sighed, looking at the ocean in front of them. Rogue looked up at her, "You think I'm crazy?" She lightly asked of her friend.
Elizabeth's eyes looked to her, as she shook her head. "No. And don't ever let yourself think any different, Rogue." She said, turning her face towards her.
Rogue wiped a platinum colored strand of her hair, out of her face as the wind blew. She sighed, letting out an exhale mixed with a groan of confusion. "I don't know who to turn to, Betts. I mean, the Prof ain't around, Mr. McCoy can't look into my head to push this broad out." Rogue looked up at her friend, "Can you?"
Elizabeth looked at her. "Push her out, I mean? Like, lock her away; maybe kick her ass while you're at it?" Rogue asked her.
Elizabeth tilted her head upright, "Rogue, my telepathy isn't that strong. I wouldn't know how to; I mainly use it to stun people. I can barely probe someone's head." She sighed, as she looked to her hands, "Jean could." She suggested.
Rogue raised her eyebrow. Jean was a teammate, there was no changing that, but she couldn't stand Jean. Elizabeth knew that as well. Jean was everything opposite of Rogue. Miss Popularity, Rogue referred her as. "You need the help, Rogue." Elizabeth said.
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Betsy, I know you did not just suggest that I tell her that?" She said.
Elizabeth shrugged, "What do you have to lose, Rogue? Either that, or you can take your two other options; call the Professor, and bring him back immediately, which you know he'll do, or you could wait for two more weeks for him to come back." Elizabeth pointed out.
Rogue sighed, "Betsy, Jean's got a big mouth. I haven't let her in my head before, and I ain't about to start." She coldly said.
Elizabeth shrugged again, looking towards the balcony railing. She ran her hand down one of the posts holding up the top of the railing, "Your choice, luv. But, you have to learn to at least accept the help that's offered to you. Not everyone's out to hurt you." Elizabeth sighed.
Rogue ran her gloved hand through her shoulder length hair. She didn't want to have to go to the very person she couldn't stand for help. Of all people! She was hoping Elizabeth would be able to help her, but she couldn't. Her telepathy wasn't strong enough to probe that deep into someone's mind. But, she had to trust her teammates. If she trusted her life into their hands on the field and in the danger room, she needed to trust them with her secrets. But she couldn't. She'd been at the institute, living with them for a year and a half now. She rolled her eyes, as she thought of her decision, "Alright, Betts. But, I want you to be there while it's all goin' on. I don't want her to go off babblin' about what kind of person I am." She finally said.
Elizabeth looked at her. "And what kind of person would she think of you to be, luv?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rogue shrugged, "I don't know, a bitch for killin' someone maybe? You know how Miss Goodie Two Shoes can get about 'harmin' people!" She coyly remarked.
Elizabeth smacked her best friend's arm. "Shut up, Rogue! You know that you are not a bitch, and if you, or anyone else calls you that again, I will rip whoever said it another bloody hole they won't need!" Elizabeth jokingly snapped, as she bobbed her finger in Rogue's face.
Rogue let out a laugh at her friend's comment. Elizabeth soon laughed with her.
Logan's eyes searched around him, as he sniffed the air. Around him, he was surrounded by the danger room, with only tall blocks of concrete simulated around him. He stopped, and looked in front of him, as a figure ran to hide behind a block of concrete. A smirk formed on his lips, as he quietly ran towards the specific block. He unsheathed a set of claws, as he stood behind the block of concrete the figure hid itself behind. He sniffed again, sensing the familiar scent of Elizabeth fading. He came to love having his exercises with her. They affectionately referred to their exercises together as "play time". He pushed out the other set of his claws, and hovered down, as he crept towards the other side of the block in front of him. Just as he was going to turn the corner, he was thrown back. He flew back into the concrete block across from him. He looked up, and saw the figure disappear. He was held against the concrete block, unable to move. He saw Elizabeth phase out of a shadow in front of him, near the block he was investigating. She stared at him; a smile played her lips, as the mark on the left side of her face glowed. "You've learned to control it, eh Betts?" Logan grinned.
Elizabeth ignited her left fist, with the blade covering her fist. The white light from her blade touched her face. She stood back, hoisting the ignited fist above her head, as she pointed it towards him. She held her free hand out, guarding her body, looking as if she was going to strike. Logan smiled. Elizabeth's hair was pulled back into a bun, and she blew away a free strand of her hair that fell in front of her face. "Bring it on, dear Wolverine!" She smiled.
The mark on her face stopped glowing, as Logan fell to the ground. He squatted to break his fall. He held his arms out at his sides, pointing his claws at her. He rushed towards her, and attempted to throw one of his arms down onto her, but she blocked it with her free hand. She attempted to stab him with her psychic blade, but he grabbed onto her wrist as she attempted to strike. "Having fun yet?" He grinned.
Elizabeth smiled, "Oh yes!" She then became serious, as she threw a kick up to his face.
She stepped back for a moment, and still holding onto his arms, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his neck. She let go of his arms, as she flipped under him. He felt her squeeze her legs around his neck, as her hands touched the ground below him. As she locked her legs, she flipped him up into the air, and threw him onto his back on the ground. He looked up, and saw that she stood over him, her ankles locked at his neck. He threw his leg to her back, and kicked her forward.
Elizabeth fell forward, and rolled, breaking her fall. She quickly turned to look at him. She saw that he had made his way to his feet. He came at her, and swung his arm, and she ducked to dodge it. She threw an uppercut to his stomach, and he doubled over. She then stood up straight, and kicked him in the face, causing him to fall back onto the ground. He swept her feet, and she fell back. He quickly flipped to his feet, and jumped towards her. He screamed as he fell towards her, his claws unsheathed from his fists. He landed his feet on each side of her waist, and threw his claws into the ground on each side of her head. They stared at each other, smiling. His face was just above hers, and he coyly smiled, "Game over, I win!" He slyly remarked.
Elizabeth let out a laugh. "Want another round?" He smirked.
His eyes searched her face, as he felt his attraction towards her begin to rise. Their smiles slowly faded, as he retracted his claws. He planted his hands on each side of her head, as he leaned towards her. Elizabeth slowly smirked, and the mark on the left side of her face illuminated. Suddenly, Logan was flipped over her, and onto his back. He was thrown onto the ground. His head was on the other side of hers, as laid on his back above her. "Okay, I'll take that as a no." He sighed, staring at the ceiling above him.
Elizabeth glanced at him, "Sorry, Logan. You and I have set rules, remember?" She asked.
Logan sighed, as he calmed himself. He then nodded, "Yeah, you're right, Betts." He groaned frustratingly.
Elizabeth flipped up onto her feet, and dusted her back with her hands. Logan did the same, and he turned to look at her. He looked up at her, and saw her back towards him, as she unwrapped the bun in the back of her head. He smiled as her long, thick black hair fell to her waist. The weight of the thickness of her hair caused it to bounce, as it fell. She turned to him, and he quickly wiped the smile off of his face, turning his head away from her. She combed her hand through her hair, "Well, should we set another session of Play Time tomorrow?" She smiled at him.
He nodded, looking up at her. "Exercise disengage." Logan said aloud, commanding the computer of the danger room.
The simulations around them cleared, leaving the metal clad walls around them, and the metal floor beneath their feet. Logan looked back towards Elizabeth, seeing a towel wrapped around her neck already. She smiled at him, and walked past him towards the doors leading towards the mansion. "I'll see you later, Logan." She smiled.
Logan sighed, and walked towards the metal rack holding the towels in front of him. He remembered the rules they had set for each other; they were attracted towards each other, but wanted to remain friends. He was always alone, fighting his own battles. But, he knew that he and Elizabeth fought well, side by side. Their fighting capabilities matched; both lethal and fast. One swift move from either of them, and the opponent was finished. He combed his hand through his thick black hair, pulling the strayed black wisps from his face.
Rogue looked into her room from her balcony. She saw Elizabeth walking towards her from inside of her room. "Just took a shower?" Rogue grinned.
Elizabeth smiled. Her long hair was half wet, obviously air dried. "Don't you know you could get sick, Betsy?" Rogue grinned, as Elizabeth rested her elbows on the stone railing of the balcony.
Elizabeth shrugged, "I'll be fine, Rogue." She looked at her best friend, with a look of concern, "How are the headaches?" She asked.
Rogue sighed, and looked out towards the ocean side in front of them, as she rested her hands on the railing. "I don't know, Betsy. I had a bad one earlier today," She looked at Elizabeth, "Have you talked to Brian yet?"
Elizabeth looked out in front of them, and shook her head, "No. What happened?"
They looked at each other, silence falling upon them. Rogue became close with Elizabeth; they shared secrets with each other. She was hesitant to tell her of her past, not knowing what she would think of her. And, with her secret, she didn't know if she trusted Elizabeth fully enough that she wouldn't say a word to anyone; not even her own twin. She sighed, and leaned her elbow onto the railing, facing Elizabeth. She looked at her hands, as she began to nervously pick at her gloves, "Betsy, if I were to tell you something, do you swear not to tell anyone?" She asked, nervously.
Elizabeth stood up straight, looking at her best friend. Rogue's eyes moved up to look at her. Elizabeth suddenly became concerned, as she sensed the urgency in Rogue's voice. "It's not something that could potentially hurt you, is it?" She asked.
Rogue shrugged, "It depends on how you look at it." She looked out towards the ocean, "But I need you to promise me you won't tell anyone," She then looked back at Elizabeth, "Please?"
Elizabeth hesitantly nodded, "Alright; I promise." She said.
Rogue sighed, and sat on the ground of the balcony, crossing her legs Indian style. Elizabeth sat in front of her, bending her leg up. Rogue looked at the ground, "Well, when I was about 14, I had been doin' business with Mystique. I mean, she adopted me for cryin' out loud." She looked up at Elizabeth, "We were pullin' some illegal stint, and we were caught," She looked away, as Elizabeth stared at her, listening to what she had to say, "So, we were runnin' from the cops, and we headed out to this field. We separated, don't ask me how, and when we hid, someone suddenly grabbed me," She looked back at her friend, "But, it was a mutant. She was flyin' in the air. Besides Mystique, she was the first mutant I'd ever seen. Then, Mystique tells me to grab onto her, with my bare hands," She shrugged as she continued, "So, stupid me, I go ahead and do it." She looked at her hands, as she leaned her elbows onto her knees. "But then, I felt something going wrong. I began absorbin' everything of her; everything. I couldn't let go, 'cause I was gonna fall. We were so high up into the air." She looked up at her friend, as her eyes began to water, "But, she didn't want to go down. She just kept flying higher into the air. I mean, I wasn't gonna let go, and fall flat on my face! Then, she just falls to the ground, right onto her face. I'm fallin' with her, but, when she hits the ground, I don't. I'm like, flyin' above her!" Rogue finished, as a tear fell down her face.
Elizabeth stared at her, not knowing what to say. "I didn't want to hurt her, Betsy. But, she ended up dyin'! I permanently absorbed her life, her memories, and even her powers. That's most likely why I was flyin' last night, and when I had another headache earlier today. Now, she's comin' up again in my mind. I have nightmares about her, Betts. She's tryin' to kill me in my nightmares!" Rogue looked back at her lap, as she wiped her face clear of the tears, "I just can't get her out of my head." She sighed.
Elizabeth sighed, looking at the ocean in front of them. Rogue looked up at her, "You think I'm crazy?" She lightly asked of her friend.
Elizabeth's eyes looked to her, as she shook her head. "No. And don't ever let yourself think any different, Rogue." She said, turning her face towards her.
Rogue wiped a platinum colored strand of her hair, out of her face as the wind blew. She sighed, letting out an exhale mixed with a groan of confusion. "I don't know who to turn to, Betts. I mean, the Prof ain't around, Mr. McCoy can't look into my head to push this broad out." Rogue looked up at her friend, "Can you?"
Elizabeth looked at her. "Push her out, I mean? Like, lock her away; maybe kick her ass while you're at it?" Rogue asked her.
Elizabeth tilted her head upright, "Rogue, my telepathy isn't that strong. I wouldn't know how to; I mainly use it to stun people. I can barely probe someone's head." She sighed, as she looked to her hands, "Jean could." She suggested.
Rogue raised her eyebrow. Jean was a teammate, there was no changing that, but she couldn't stand Jean. Elizabeth knew that as well. Jean was everything opposite of Rogue. Miss Popularity, Rogue referred her as. "You need the help, Rogue." Elizabeth said.
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Betsy, I know you did not just suggest that I tell her that?" She said.
Elizabeth shrugged, "What do you have to lose, Rogue? Either that, or you can take your two other options; call the Professor, and bring him back immediately, which you know he'll do, or you could wait for two more weeks for him to come back." Elizabeth pointed out.
Rogue sighed, "Betsy, Jean's got a big mouth. I haven't let her in my head before, and I ain't about to start." She coldly said.
Elizabeth shrugged again, looking towards the balcony railing. She ran her hand down one of the posts holding up the top of the railing, "Your choice, luv. But, you have to learn to at least accept the help that's offered to you. Not everyone's out to hurt you." Elizabeth sighed.
Rogue ran her gloved hand through her shoulder length hair. She didn't want to have to go to the very person she couldn't stand for help. Of all people! She was hoping Elizabeth would be able to help her, but she couldn't. Her telepathy wasn't strong enough to probe that deep into someone's mind. But, she had to trust her teammates. If she trusted her life into their hands on the field and in the danger room, she needed to trust them with her secrets. But she couldn't. She'd been at the institute, living with them for a year and a half now. She rolled her eyes, as she thought of her decision, "Alright, Betts. But, I want you to be there while it's all goin' on. I don't want her to go off babblin' about what kind of person I am." She finally said.
Elizabeth looked at her. "And what kind of person would she think of you to be, luv?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rogue shrugged, "I don't know, a bitch for killin' someone maybe? You know how Miss Goodie Two Shoes can get about 'harmin' people!" She coyly remarked.
Elizabeth smacked her best friend's arm. "Shut up, Rogue! You know that you are not a bitch, and if you, or anyone else calls you that again, I will rip whoever said it another bloody hole they won't need!" Elizabeth jokingly snapped, as she bobbed her finger in Rogue's face.
Rogue let out a laugh at her friend's comment. Elizabeth soon laughed with her.
