Disclaimer: If I owned the X-men (or Spider-man, for that matter), this
would be published in the comics.
A/N: Okay, for those of you who are picky about accents being written into the story, tough break. It's just easier to not write it that way. Come on, you all know how Gambit and Rogue sound. I don't see the point in frusterating myself by writing something that they said, only to realize later that I forgot to do the accents and have to redo it. I'm sorry if it bugs you. ____________________________________________________________________________
Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, and Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, walked out of the Danger Room. Both were breathing hard and were a bit sore. And both needed showers to rid themselves of the sweat that drenched their bodies after two hours of training.
"Good workout today, mon ami," commented Gambit.
"Likewise," answered Cyclops.
Wolverine came out of the same doors they had just gone through and roughly brushed past them. "Move it Gumbo and One-eye," he growled.
Gambit's temper flared, as did Cyclops's, but they let him go. He was always in a bad mood anyway. Why should today be any different? And it was a little worse today because it was his turn to watch the security moniters. He hated that job. While everyone else tended to like having a little time to relax a bit, Wolverine hated to stay in one spot for too long.
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It was well after three by the time she found the place. And it was pretty hot out. Her jacket tied firmly around her waist, she approached the walls at the edge of the school grounds. It took her a few minutes to scale the brick wall, despite the fact that she was in reasonably good shape. Between the heat and the extra weight of her backpack (she refused to simply throw it over the wall before she climbed), it was not an easy task.
When she was safely over the wall, she cautiously looked around. Not much security if this *was* a safe house for mutants. Or maybe she just couldn't see any of the security arrangments. Charles Xavier was a very rich man. He could easily afford a state of the art security system for his home/school. Hidden cameras, infered beams. The whole hog. It wouldn't have surprised her in the least to find them here. Silently and carefully, she started towards the mansion.
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Wolverine plopped down into the chair. He opened up his bottle of beer and fixed his eyes boredly on the moniters. He wasn't really supposed to be drinking on duty, but he didn't see how it was such a big issue. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been full on drunk. His healing factor usually processed the alcohol before that could happen. It was diffucult for him to just get a buzz off of the stuff that lasted more than a couple of minutes at most.
"Logan, you're not supossed to be drinking that in here."
He turned to see Jubilation Lee giving him a reproachful look from the doorway. He shrugged. "What old Cyke and the Professor don't know won't hurt 'em."
She shook her head and came in to sit down next to him. At least he wasn't smoking again. The Professor had finally gotten him to go outside when he wanted to smoke his cigars. It had taken some time and some rather interesting threats, but he had gotten him to start smoking outside.
"What do you want kid?"
She shrugged. "I was done with my homework. Figured you'd be bored."
He grunted. There was nothing on the moniters. They just sat there for a few minutes.
A flash of movement on one of the moniters caught his eye. Quickly he turned to it. Just in time to see whoever their uninvited guest was move off screen. Completely alert now, he switched his gaze to the screen that showed the images projected by the next camera. Soon enough a figure appeared on the screen.
"Who's that?" asked Jubilee.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be paying close attention," he answered. Observing the intruder, he realised that this girl, whoever she was, may very well be a threat. She moved smoothly and cautiously. She moved like a predator. "Let the others know we have a visitor." Then he quickly left the room.
"Wolverine, where are you-? Ugh." He was already gone. Probably to confront whoever the person who wondered onto the property was. Sighing in exasperation, she contacted Cyclops.
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Wolverine moved stealthily and fast. Soon he had worked his way behind the girl. Making sure he stayed out of sight, he kept up with her. It wasn't hard. She was taking her time. Or so it seemed. He knew better. The way she kept alert and looked around told him she was being cautios.
A tiny twig snapped under his foot. He mentally cursed and darted silently behind a tree as the girl stiffened. He was out of sight by the time she turned around. Hopefully she would think it was just a squirrel or something. Instictively he knew that wouldn't be the case. She was more alert than ever when she continued on. He grinned. He loved a challenge.
Knowing Jubilee would have alerted the others by now, he decided he'd better hurry this up. It didn't take long for him to catch up with her, even though she'd quickened her pace a bit. The strong scent of adrenaline coming from her set his own adreniline running. Moving like a striking serpant, he grabbed her from behind.
He hadn't expected her to react so quickly. Because he hadn't seen it coming, the elbow she drove into his gut sent him slightly off balance. She turned in his arms and kneed him. Then she took off running as he doubled over.
Okay. Now he was mad. He took off after her. He dove at her, intending to tackle her, and was quite surprised when she spun out of the way. He hit the ground, rolled and leapt to his feet. Adrenaline and anticipation surged through him. He had expected a tiny challenge. Apparently, he had sorely misjudged the situation. This girl was much more of a challenge than he'd thought. But still nothing he couldn't handle.
The man before her looked almost like an animal. And he was a damn good fighter. She could tell that just by his stance. Okay, so security wasn't lacking. She took on her own fighting stance, ready to defend herself if he attacked again. His eyes glinted when he realised she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Oh, I love it when they play hard to get," he drawled with a smirk. He extended his claws. It was mostly for show. He didn't see any reason yet to use them. He was satisfied by the shocked look that crossed her features. He smelled the fresh surge of adrenaline in her body and it made him grin.
He flew at her and she barely got out of the way this time. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anyone move so fast or with such animalistic grace in all her life. However, now was *definately* not the time to admire the man's speed and agility. No sooner had she avoided him than he sprang at her again. As she continued to dodge him, it occured to her than he didn't want to kill her. Not just yet at least. If he did, he would just use those claws of his and be done with it. That didn't mean she was about to let him catch her.
She caught him off guard with a kick to the stomach. It hurt. Damn it, it hurt. He'd taken hits from people twice her size. If he wasn't caught up in the fight, he would have acknoledged that he was impressed. She was putting up more of a fight than he had expected, even after acknowledging that she would be more of a challenge than he'd originally thought.
After another minute or two, he managed to grab hold of her and pin her to a nearby tree. He kept one arm back, claws extended, just so she got the message that he was tired of fooling around. Smart too, he decided when she ceased her struggling.
"Wolverine, enough!" They both turned their heads in the direction the voice had come from. Coming towards them was a group of people. In the lead was Cyclops. Following closely were Jean Grey, Rouge, Gambit, and Professor Xavier. Cyclops didn't look happy. "What are you doing?"
"I was just checking out our uninvited guest here. There was a little confusion."
"Confusion? Excuse me, but I believe you attacked me, claw boy," the girl spoke up, glaring at Wolverine.
Wolverine raised a brow. Claw boy?
"Logan, enough of this. Let her down," said Professor Xavier.
Reluctantly, he did so. They glared at each other as her feet were allowed to touch the ground again.
"Now, who are you?" asked the Professor. "And what are you doing here?"
She gave him an appraising look. "Are you Charles Xavier?" she asked, even though she knew he was.
"Yes."
"Then I came here to see you, Professor Xavier."
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Okay, I finally finished this chapter. I apologize to me two (count 'em, TWO!) readers for taking forever. I finally got the X-Men into my X-Men fanfic. Aren't you proud?
A/N: Okay, for those of you who are picky about accents being written into the story, tough break. It's just easier to not write it that way. Come on, you all know how Gambit and Rogue sound. I don't see the point in frusterating myself by writing something that they said, only to realize later that I forgot to do the accents and have to redo it. I'm sorry if it bugs you. ____________________________________________________________________________
Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, and Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, walked out of the Danger Room. Both were breathing hard and were a bit sore. And both needed showers to rid themselves of the sweat that drenched their bodies after two hours of training.
"Good workout today, mon ami," commented Gambit.
"Likewise," answered Cyclops.
Wolverine came out of the same doors they had just gone through and roughly brushed past them. "Move it Gumbo and One-eye," he growled.
Gambit's temper flared, as did Cyclops's, but they let him go. He was always in a bad mood anyway. Why should today be any different? And it was a little worse today because it was his turn to watch the security moniters. He hated that job. While everyone else tended to like having a little time to relax a bit, Wolverine hated to stay in one spot for too long.
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It was well after three by the time she found the place. And it was pretty hot out. Her jacket tied firmly around her waist, she approached the walls at the edge of the school grounds. It took her a few minutes to scale the brick wall, despite the fact that she was in reasonably good shape. Between the heat and the extra weight of her backpack (she refused to simply throw it over the wall before she climbed), it was not an easy task.
When she was safely over the wall, she cautiously looked around. Not much security if this *was* a safe house for mutants. Or maybe she just couldn't see any of the security arrangments. Charles Xavier was a very rich man. He could easily afford a state of the art security system for his home/school. Hidden cameras, infered beams. The whole hog. It wouldn't have surprised her in the least to find them here. Silently and carefully, she started towards the mansion.
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Wolverine plopped down into the chair. He opened up his bottle of beer and fixed his eyes boredly on the moniters. He wasn't really supposed to be drinking on duty, but he didn't see how it was such a big issue. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been full on drunk. His healing factor usually processed the alcohol before that could happen. It was diffucult for him to just get a buzz off of the stuff that lasted more than a couple of minutes at most.
"Logan, you're not supossed to be drinking that in here."
He turned to see Jubilation Lee giving him a reproachful look from the doorway. He shrugged. "What old Cyke and the Professor don't know won't hurt 'em."
She shook her head and came in to sit down next to him. At least he wasn't smoking again. The Professor had finally gotten him to go outside when he wanted to smoke his cigars. It had taken some time and some rather interesting threats, but he had gotten him to start smoking outside.
"What do you want kid?"
She shrugged. "I was done with my homework. Figured you'd be bored."
He grunted. There was nothing on the moniters. They just sat there for a few minutes.
A flash of movement on one of the moniters caught his eye. Quickly he turned to it. Just in time to see whoever their uninvited guest was move off screen. Completely alert now, he switched his gaze to the screen that showed the images projected by the next camera. Soon enough a figure appeared on the screen.
"Who's that?" asked Jubilee.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be paying close attention," he answered. Observing the intruder, he realised that this girl, whoever she was, may very well be a threat. She moved smoothly and cautiously. She moved like a predator. "Let the others know we have a visitor." Then he quickly left the room.
"Wolverine, where are you-? Ugh." He was already gone. Probably to confront whoever the person who wondered onto the property was. Sighing in exasperation, she contacted Cyclops.
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Wolverine moved stealthily and fast. Soon he had worked his way behind the girl. Making sure he stayed out of sight, he kept up with her. It wasn't hard. She was taking her time. Or so it seemed. He knew better. The way she kept alert and looked around told him she was being cautios.
A tiny twig snapped under his foot. He mentally cursed and darted silently behind a tree as the girl stiffened. He was out of sight by the time she turned around. Hopefully she would think it was just a squirrel or something. Instictively he knew that wouldn't be the case. She was more alert than ever when she continued on. He grinned. He loved a challenge.
Knowing Jubilee would have alerted the others by now, he decided he'd better hurry this up. It didn't take long for him to catch up with her, even though she'd quickened her pace a bit. The strong scent of adrenaline coming from her set his own adreniline running. Moving like a striking serpant, he grabbed her from behind.
He hadn't expected her to react so quickly. Because he hadn't seen it coming, the elbow she drove into his gut sent him slightly off balance. She turned in his arms and kneed him. Then she took off running as he doubled over.
Okay. Now he was mad. He took off after her. He dove at her, intending to tackle her, and was quite surprised when she spun out of the way. He hit the ground, rolled and leapt to his feet. Adrenaline and anticipation surged through him. He had expected a tiny challenge. Apparently, he had sorely misjudged the situation. This girl was much more of a challenge than he'd thought. But still nothing he couldn't handle.
The man before her looked almost like an animal. And he was a damn good fighter. She could tell that just by his stance. Okay, so security wasn't lacking. She took on her own fighting stance, ready to defend herself if he attacked again. His eyes glinted when he realised she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Oh, I love it when they play hard to get," he drawled with a smirk. He extended his claws. It was mostly for show. He didn't see any reason yet to use them. He was satisfied by the shocked look that crossed her features. He smelled the fresh surge of adrenaline in her body and it made him grin.
He flew at her and she barely got out of the way this time. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen anyone move so fast or with such animalistic grace in all her life. However, now was *definately* not the time to admire the man's speed and agility. No sooner had she avoided him than he sprang at her again. As she continued to dodge him, it occured to her than he didn't want to kill her. Not just yet at least. If he did, he would just use those claws of his and be done with it. That didn't mean she was about to let him catch her.
She caught him off guard with a kick to the stomach. It hurt. Damn it, it hurt. He'd taken hits from people twice her size. If he wasn't caught up in the fight, he would have acknoledged that he was impressed. She was putting up more of a fight than he had expected, even after acknowledging that she would be more of a challenge than he'd originally thought.
After another minute or two, he managed to grab hold of her and pin her to a nearby tree. He kept one arm back, claws extended, just so she got the message that he was tired of fooling around. Smart too, he decided when she ceased her struggling.
"Wolverine, enough!" They both turned their heads in the direction the voice had come from. Coming towards them was a group of people. In the lead was Cyclops. Following closely were Jean Grey, Rouge, Gambit, and Professor Xavier. Cyclops didn't look happy. "What are you doing?"
"I was just checking out our uninvited guest here. There was a little confusion."
"Confusion? Excuse me, but I believe you attacked me, claw boy," the girl spoke up, glaring at Wolverine.
Wolverine raised a brow. Claw boy?
"Logan, enough of this. Let her down," said Professor Xavier.
Reluctantly, he did so. They glared at each other as her feet were allowed to touch the ground again.
"Now, who are you?" asked the Professor. "And what are you doing here?"
She gave him an appraising look. "Are you Charles Xavier?" she asked, even though she knew he was.
"Yes."
"Then I came here to see you, Professor Xavier."
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Okay, I finally finished this chapter. I apologize to me two (count 'em, TWO!) readers for taking forever. I finally got the X-Men into my X-Men fanfic. Aren't you proud?
