Chapter Eight
When they returned, Kelly was exhausted, or so she said, so she returned to her room for a nap. As Logan was walking down the stairs, Scott was walking up. "What did you do? Shoot her?" He asked bitterly. Logan rolled his eyes and kept walking. "I took her sailing" Scott scoffed and muttered. "Oh great so you threw her overboard then"
Pissed of to the core by Scott already, he spun around to face him. "Look bud I don't know what problem it is you have with me but if all of you expect that we beat Magneto, then you better get over it" "No," Scott said now on the level with Logan. "I've gotten over my problem with you, the problem that I have now is how you treat your daughter." Confused, Logan said. "What about how I treat Kelly?" Scott's face was turning a little red. "God you don't even see it! She loves you and you don't give two shits and a fuck about her!"
At this, Logan deemed that he had little less to do then to slam his fist smartly into Scott's jaw. It, Logan would think of later, probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do. The toppled to the landing of the stairs where Charles was sitting in his wheelchair, instantly feeling guilty, they followed Charles as he wheeled to his office.
"I'm not going to say I' surprised by your actions, because I'm not. Perhaps I thought that the both of you were adult enough to overlook each other's little endeavors. Logan, I know that you're still pissed off that Scott had saved your life, and Scott I see nothing wrong with the wall Logan treats Kelly, in my opinion, he is being a good father, he's new at it. But you have responsibilities now Logan, and you have to be the adult, what kind of example is it to Kelly if you punching out everyone who makes you mad-" "He didn't punch me out" Scott said stubbornly. "Neither the less," Charles said, smoothly brushing Scott as if he were a slightly pesky puppy.
"I feel Magneto is growing steadily stronger, with the help of Kelly and the two recruits that Storm brought in this morning, we'll be strong enough" Logan raised an dark eyebrow. "What two new recruits?" Charles shuffled some papers on his desk and pulled out a small stack.
"Jillian McVie, also known as Demeter and Clay Horton, also known as Gonzales. Jillian can make things grow, trees, forests actually, flowers and plants things like that, rivers and lakes, this could become useful, however, she also had the power to destroy them, she's 18 years old. Clay is a runner; he can run anywhere in the world and back in 5 seconds, he is also a shifter, he can take certain shapes of things, which also could be useful, he's 19 years old."
Almost as if on cue, Storm walked through the door with the two at her side. Jillian was a pretty little thing, no taller then Kelly. Her hair was a dazzling brunette, Logan and Scott both wondered if someone's hair could actually be that glossy, and her eyes were the color of Spanish moss. The man at her side was taller, more definite with a go-to-hell expression on his face. He had a tanned complexion, a firm mouth and dark hair, off set by somewhat gentle blue eyes.
"Professor," Storm said, casting a nervous glance to the murderous way Scott and Logan were looking at each other. "Ignore them. Logan, Scott, if you could give us some time alone, I'll see you both at dinner tonight. And Logan, for God's sake, try to be on time tonight" Logan clicked his tongue and turned to leave.
Clay watched them leave then turned to face Charles as if he were a boxer in the ring. "You can relax," Charles said gently as he wheeled from behind the desk. "We're not going to hurt you. In fact you may be helpful to our case" Jillian, who was still standing silently in the doorway, suddenly spoke up.
"You mean the Mutant Problem?" She asked, her voice was silky and a little earthy. "Well we don't consider it a problem Ms.McVie, but yes. I believe that the both of you would be instrumental in helping us" Clay was slumping in a thick leather chair. "I've heard about you" He said in a smooth Scottish accent. "You go around wearing costumes and fighting crime."
Interested to see where he was going with his rant, Charles settled back and listened. "All of you are the reason I was always treated differently, now you're asking me to become one of you? No, I don't think so" He rose to leave the room, he cast one last baleful look at Jillian and Charles and left.
Still looking over the shoulder at the closed door, he ran into Kelly who was looking for Logan. She fell to the floor and Clay lifted her apologetically. "I'm sorry" He said as he gazed at her for a moment too long. "I haven't seen you here before" She said. "And you won't be, I'm not staying" As he walked down the hall, Kelly followed him. "Where are you going to go? You don't even know where you are"
He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "At least stay for dinner, then you can leave and I'll make sure they never bother you again" She said with a lop-sided smile that was identical to her father's. He looked down at his tattered blue jeans and dark gray shirt. "I don't have anything to wear" He said, sounding amused.
She smiled and hooked her arm with his. "We'll find you something" She said with a laugh and escorted him to Logan's room. The room was dark when Kelly creaked the door open and held a lean finger to her lips. They tiptoed into Logan's room and pulled the drawers open slowly. She pawed for clothes and pulled out a streamline jacket with pants and a black shirt.
"I think you and Slick are about the same size, go quietly in the bathroom and try them on" She said as she tossed them to him. He disappeared into the dark connecting bathroom. Kelly wandered over to Logan's bed was and felt the rumpled covers under her fingertips.
A few minutes later, Clay walked out of the bathroom and in the slant of light that was coming through the doorway, he looked like the kind of men women dreamed off. She repressed the whistle that was on the tip of her tongue and grinned. "Not bad, I doubt Slick will notice they're gone, I swear that he lives in those jeans"
Clay began to pull the jacket and shirt off in front of her and she began to feel her pulse quicken. He was lean, but not skinny, he had tight muscles across his arms and a smooth hairless chest. "Who's Slick?" He asked as he put his own shirt back on. "Logan Hill" His face changed a little. "Logan? The guy I saw in that guy's office?" Kelly shrugged and picked up the clothes he had dropped on the floor.
"I guess" He took them as she handed the bundle of clothes to him. "Then why do you call him Slick?" Kelly shrugged and with loss if anything else to do, began to make Logan's bed in the dark. "Because I can't call him Dad yet" Clay shook his head, obviously confused. "I don't understand" She fluffed the pillows and smoothed the sheets. "It's really not hard to understand, Logan's my dad, I just found out and we agreed that we'd ease our way into a relationship"
Clay watched her for a moment. "Right," He said slowly. "What time is this dinner tonight?" She glanced over her shoulder at him and shrugged. "It's normally around 8" She straightened and brushed at her jeans. "Be ready for the ball" She said with a dramatic flourish. He bowed to her with a laugh and followed her out of Logan's room.
"So what room do you stay in?" He asked. She paused for a moment in the middle of the hallway and pointed down a corridor. "Hmmm.that room. It's pretty, I really like it" He looked where she was pointing and back down at her, for he was quite a bit taller. "Maybe you'll show it to me sometime" She smiled and walked to her door. "I thought you weren't staying" She said coyly. Clay ran a hand over her surprisingly soft hair. "Maybe you could convince me to stay"
Kelly shook her head with a laugh. "Well, thanks for walking me to the door, see ya at dinner, Handsome" She winked at him and closed the door in his face. Once she was safely inside, she leaned against the door and let out a long breath she didn't know she had been holding in. She had always felt more comfortable with men then other women, but with Clay Horton, she felt like she was playing too close to the fire.
When they returned, Kelly was exhausted, or so she said, so she returned to her room for a nap. As Logan was walking down the stairs, Scott was walking up. "What did you do? Shoot her?" He asked bitterly. Logan rolled his eyes and kept walking. "I took her sailing" Scott scoffed and muttered. "Oh great so you threw her overboard then"
Pissed of to the core by Scott already, he spun around to face him. "Look bud I don't know what problem it is you have with me but if all of you expect that we beat Magneto, then you better get over it" "No," Scott said now on the level with Logan. "I've gotten over my problem with you, the problem that I have now is how you treat your daughter." Confused, Logan said. "What about how I treat Kelly?" Scott's face was turning a little red. "God you don't even see it! She loves you and you don't give two shits and a fuck about her!"
At this, Logan deemed that he had little less to do then to slam his fist smartly into Scott's jaw. It, Logan would think of later, probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do. The toppled to the landing of the stairs where Charles was sitting in his wheelchair, instantly feeling guilty, they followed Charles as he wheeled to his office.
"I'm not going to say I' surprised by your actions, because I'm not. Perhaps I thought that the both of you were adult enough to overlook each other's little endeavors. Logan, I know that you're still pissed off that Scott had saved your life, and Scott I see nothing wrong with the wall Logan treats Kelly, in my opinion, he is being a good father, he's new at it. But you have responsibilities now Logan, and you have to be the adult, what kind of example is it to Kelly if you punching out everyone who makes you mad-" "He didn't punch me out" Scott said stubbornly. "Neither the less," Charles said, smoothly brushing Scott as if he were a slightly pesky puppy.
"I feel Magneto is growing steadily stronger, with the help of Kelly and the two recruits that Storm brought in this morning, we'll be strong enough" Logan raised an dark eyebrow. "What two new recruits?" Charles shuffled some papers on his desk and pulled out a small stack.
"Jillian McVie, also known as Demeter and Clay Horton, also known as Gonzales. Jillian can make things grow, trees, forests actually, flowers and plants things like that, rivers and lakes, this could become useful, however, she also had the power to destroy them, she's 18 years old. Clay is a runner; he can run anywhere in the world and back in 5 seconds, he is also a shifter, he can take certain shapes of things, which also could be useful, he's 19 years old."
Almost as if on cue, Storm walked through the door with the two at her side. Jillian was a pretty little thing, no taller then Kelly. Her hair was a dazzling brunette, Logan and Scott both wondered if someone's hair could actually be that glossy, and her eyes were the color of Spanish moss. The man at her side was taller, more definite with a go-to-hell expression on his face. He had a tanned complexion, a firm mouth and dark hair, off set by somewhat gentle blue eyes.
"Professor," Storm said, casting a nervous glance to the murderous way Scott and Logan were looking at each other. "Ignore them. Logan, Scott, if you could give us some time alone, I'll see you both at dinner tonight. And Logan, for God's sake, try to be on time tonight" Logan clicked his tongue and turned to leave.
Clay watched them leave then turned to face Charles as if he were a boxer in the ring. "You can relax," Charles said gently as he wheeled from behind the desk. "We're not going to hurt you. In fact you may be helpful to our case" Jillian, who was still standing silently in the doorway, suddenly spoke up.
"You mean the Mutant Problem?" She asked, her voice was silky and a little earthy. "Well we don't consider it a problem Ms.McVie, but yes. I believe that the both of you would be instrumental in helping us" Clay was slumping in a thick leather chair. "I've heard about you" He said in a smooth Scottish accent. "You go around wearing costumes and fighting crime."
Interested to see where he was going with his rant, Charles settled back and listened. "All of you are the reason I was always treated differently, now you're asking me to become one of you? No, I don't think so" He rose to leave the room, he cast one last baleful look at Jillian and Charles and left.
Still looking over the shoulder at the closed door, he ran into Kelly who was looking for Logan. She fell to the floor and Clay lifted her apologetically. "I'm sorry" He said as he gazed at her for a moment too long. "I haven't seen you here before" She said. "And you won't be, I'm not staying" As he walked down the hall, Kelly followed him. "Where are you going to go? You don't even know where you are"
He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "At least stay for dinner, then you can leave and I'll make sure they never bother you again" She said with a lop-sided smile that was identical to her father's. He looked down at his tattered blue jeans and dark gray shirt. "I don't have anything to wear" He said, sounding amused.
She smiled and hooked her arm with his. "We'll find you something" She said with a laugh and escorted him to Logan's room. The room was dark when Kelly creaked the door open and held a lean finger to her lips. They tiptoed into Logan's room and pulled the drawers open slowly. She pawed for clothes and pulled out a streamline jacket with pants and a black shirt.
"I think you and Slick are about the same size, go quietly in the bathroom and try them on" She said as she tossed them to him. He disappeared into the dark connecting bathroom. Kelly wandered over to Logan's bed was and felt the rumpled covers under her fingertips.
A few minutes later, Clay walked out of the bathroom and in the slant of light that was coming through the doorway, he looked like the kind of men women dreamed off. She repressed the whistle that was on the tip of her tongue and grinned. "Not bad, I doubt Slick will notice they're gone, I swear that he lives in those jeans"
Clay began to pull the jacket and shirt off in front of her and she began to feel her pulse quicken. He was lean, but not skinny, he had tight muscles across his arms and a smooth hairless chest. "Who's Slick?" He asked as he put his own shirt back on. "Logan Hill" His face changed a little. "Logan? The guy I saw in that guy's office?" Kelly shrugged and picked up the clothes he had dropped on the floor.
"I guess" He took them as she handed the bundle of clothes to him. "Then why do you call him Slick?" Kelly shrugged and with loss if anything else to do, began to make Logan's bed in the dark. "Because I can't call him Dad yet" Clay shook his head, obviously confused. "I don't understand" She fluffed the pillows and smoothed the sheets. "It's really not hard to understand, Logan's my dad, I just found out and we agreed that we'd ease our way into a relationship"
Clay watched her for a moment. "Right," He said slowly. "What time is this dinner tonight?" She glanced over her shoulder at him and shrugged. "It's normally around 8" She straightened and brushed at her jeans. "Be ready for the ball" She said with a dramatic flourish. He bowed to her with a laugh and followed her out of Logan's room.
"So what room do you stay in?" He asked. She paused for a moment in the middle of the hallway and pointed down a corridor. "Hmmm.that room. It's pretty, I really like it" He looked where she was pointing and back down at her, for he was quite a bit taller. "Maybe you'll show it to me sometime" She smiled and walked to her door. "I thought you weren't staying" She said coyly. Clay ran a hand over her surprisingly soft hair. "Maybe you could convince me to stay"
Kelly shook her head with a laugh. "Well, thanks for walking me to the door, see ya at dinner, Handsome" She winked at him and closed the door in his face. Once she was safely inside, she leaned against the door and let out a long breath she didn't know she had been holding in. She had always felt more comfortable with men then other women, but with Clay Horton, she felt like she was playing too close to the fire.
