Lone Star

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Chapter seven, A dangerous liaison.

"Ok Logan I win." She dropped her cards on the table. "A royal flush. You know what that means."

Logan grumbled and dropped his cards--four sevens--down beside the rest of the deck. "Alright, Black, alright, you win. The bar opens at nine we'll leave at ten that fine with you?"

Polaris nodded and collected the cards, celebrating the victory in her head. She'd been bugging Logan to show her, the local bars, but he wouldn't. Finally she challenged him to a game of poker, she won, he'd take her to the bar, she lost, and she'd stop bothering him about it. Naturally she'd got the deck, so naturally she'd won. Mind you she'd cheated, but she wasn't about to tell him that.

She would have gotten out and gone to the bar herself, she'd walked through the town and seen it on her own, but going alone would be so dull, and she was in the mood for a little excitement.

Sure her lessons kept her busy, and training kept her occupied but she was growing more and more bored with it all, and that was not a good thing, in the past the second she'd grown bored with the place she was staying she left to find a greener pasture. She really liked this place, but old habits die-hard.

**Later that day**

"Black, hurry up!" Logan called irritably at the closed door that led to Polaris's room.

"I'm coming!" The doorknob twisted on it's own and the door was flung open, Polaris came bristling out shortly after. "I'm done! Your ready?"

Logan looked open mouthed at her, she wasn't wearing anything fancy per-say, but for some reason Logan couldn't help but thinking he was with the most beautiful woman in the world. Her outfit--a pair of faded, tight, form flattering jeans, a white wife beater tank top, and a leather jacket-- was very simple as was her hair, which was combed out neatly and fell behind her back in a black cascade. "Yeah. Sure." He grumbled turning away from her. "C'mon lets go."

She followed him into the garage, which was filled with a variety of cars, Scott's sports car, Jean's car, the X-van, and Logan's motorcycle. Polaris whistled softly, and looked at Logan. "We're gonna ride that?" She asked nodding her head at the bike.

"Unless you're a fan of walkin'." He snorted, and grabbed a pair of helmets from the rack at the back of the garage, he tossed one to her one to her, which she caught with her power out of reflex, and put his on.

He got on the bike and Polaris jumped on behind him gripping his middle securely he started the bike up and roared out, a slight grin on his face.

**In Xavier's office.**

Xavier watched the headlights of the motorcycle as they blazed into the night. He knew all about their going to the bar, he actually approved of it. It was a good change for Logan, and Polaris was beginning to get wrestles, he'd been sensing it for a while now, it was better for her to go out and about every once and a while.

Tearing his gaze away from the fading lights he turned to look instead at Hank and Storm who he had called into his office only moments before.

They were both lounging lazily in the two of the many purple armchairs that resided in his office. Storm was even drinking a cup of tea she'd made moments before Xavier had called her.

"Hank, Storm, I've just gotten some distressing news." He wheeled his chair towards them. "The mutant I've been tracking just disappeared from Cerebro's sensors, but not before I got his location, he'll be here with in the hour."

Hank and Storm glanced at each other apprehensive they'd been expecting this for some time now, "Should we warn the students?" Storm asked, and she lowered her cup into her lap.

"No, I believe this is one of Polaris's relatives, and he means her no harm. She's away from the school at the moment so I don't see how it could be a threat." He folded his hands in his lap.

Hank looked confused for a moment, "So why is the news distressing?"

He looked at them both levelly, "There is another mutant with him."

"What?" They both asked shocked. Storm almost dropped the cup of tea she was drinking.

"How can this be?" Hank asked getting up, shouldn't you or Cerebro have noticed him while you were trying to get an I.D. on the other one."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, "He's a her actually." He clarified, Hank sat back down, a little embarrassed by his outburst.

Best hadn't been having the best of days today and was on edge as it was. His current experiment had gone; awry was the softest word he could use for it. After all, the blast had destroyed half the lab. So the 'angry beast' in his mind had been throbbing in his brain like a bad headache, he took a moment to calm himself.

"And she just came into contact with the other one." Xavier continued. "The visit wasn't expected obviously, because the movement of the two stopped for some time, then it continued, then stopped and then disappeared completely. It is obvious that the one warned the other of his mistake."

"So they are working together then?" Storm asked calmly taking a sip of tea, her composure regained from her initial shock.

"Yes, I think we should prepare two of the extra rooms for guests."

**At the bar**

Polaris was had her elbows propped up on the bar enjoying her third drink. "This is the life." She sighed contentedly. "I haven't had a beer in ages!"

They'd only been in the bar ten minutes and already Polaris had drunk three beers. Logan was very impressed; she didn't seen to be showing any signs of being drunk.

The green shaded lights of the bar cast dim shadow, giving the bar a mysterious look. The bar itself wasn't any thing special, really a dime a dozen, but Polaris was glad to have gotten out of the institute for a while, even if no one else but the bartender was in the bar, and HE wasn't even there most of the time, he'd just walk into the EMPLYOEE'S ONLY room.

Logan was actually enjoying her company, she hadn't said much outside of commenting on the bar's lousy service, and that was good, when people chattered away about stupid trivial things it tended to give him a headache.

A draft came in through the bar's open door, and Logan caught a sent on the air. His head jerked up and he looked behind his shoulder, growling he turned around to Polaris, who was looking at him inquisitively, the people were too far away for her to see or hear. "We've got company." He snarled, his claws extending.

"Got it covered." Polaris said nonchalantly. The door slammed shut and the handle bed so no one could turn it, and Polaris slide off of the barstool. "I've gotta go to the bathroom. They won't be through that door for a while so you should be alright for the time being."

Logan stopped for a moment, retracted his claws, and then turned to finish his drink, no use bothering with anything now. He didn't hear the door open, nor did he hear the footsteps.

"Excuse me young man." An icy voice said from behind him, "But I'm looking for someone, could you please tell me where I might find one Elaine Black?"

Logan turned around, and came face to face with one of the most intimidating people he'd ever seen, but of course he didn't let it show. The man had a face etched with scars that would have curdled new milk, long straggly white hair fell around his face from under his bowler hat, his eyes--both sharp and piercing, were two different colors one blue and the other green--were under a mantle of bushy white eyebrows.

He looked like a aristocratic man, his black over coat coming down to mid- shin was lined with fur at the collars of both wrists the neck, the v-cut neck and the bottom hem and had six big buttons going down it.

He took a step forward towards Logan using his wooden walking cane as leverage. Logan got up and faced him, "I don't see how it is any of your business."

The man lifted his cane and pushed Logan's chin up, "And we don't see how it is any of yours." The man said, advancing his cane still pressed firmly to Logan's chin.

"We, bub? I only see one of ya' what's the matter going senile in your old age?" He extended his claws once more and was getting ready to slice the old man's cane in half, when he was lifted off his feet, when two strong arms hooked under his arm pits.

"Boo." Said a playful female voice. A face lowered in front of his, and he saw it was a furry mutant; she had electric blue fur that covered all the skin he could see, shocking orange normal hair hung low as the smiling face of the woman looked at him. Through the smile Logan could see the unnaturally long, sharp canines. Two pointed ears peeked out of the orange hair. The face of the woman, he couldn't help but notice, was cute if not beautiful, a button nose, and almond shaped eyes.

"Uncle A.?!" The shocked voice f Polaris came from behind him. "March?!? Put him down!"

Suddenly he was dropped as the woman-March-let go of him, back flipped off the beam she was holding onto with her feet and picked Polaris up in a tight hug. "Polly! You're all right! No evil death has befallen you!" She squealed.

"Mar! You're back!" Polaris hugged the beast-woman back. "What are you doing here?"

"We came here to rescue you from a fate worse then death!" March declared.

"But there is no fate worse than death, at least not here anyway." She looked quickly to her Uncle who still had his cane pressed to Logan chin. "Uncle A.! Stop that!"

"Ah, Elaine, It's so good to see you again!" the man took the cane away and turned to face her., she promptly launched herself onto him in a hug. He looked shocked at first, then his face softened and he returned the hug.

"What are you two doing here?" Polaris asked pulling away from here?" She asked pulling away from him.

"It is a long story. I think you should take us to your new residence to discuss it." He said and walked out the door.

Polaris shrugged helpless, once he wanted to do something, he'd do it, and followed him. Logan and March followed them.

When they had gotten out of the bar, March leaned over to Polaris, "Polly, who's the rugged looking fellow?" She asked.

"Oh yes introductions. Uncle A., March, this Logan, one of my fellow instructors at the Xavier Institute." She said hastily.

Archimedes turned around, "Ah yes, I am Archimedes Black, Polaris's Great Uncle." He held out his hand, when Logan did not take it he placed it on his cane. "I'm sorry for the unpleasantness earlier." When he got a grunt for his answer he walked to his car, and beaconed March to follow, she grinned suggestively at Polaris and her eyes darted to Logan before she followed.

**At the mansion**

Polaris hopped off of the bike, she took off the helmet, set it in her place on the bike, and ran towards the mansion door, as the old car pulled up into the garage. It was obvious to Logan that these two people were important to Polaris, he'd never seen her this excited. He was angry about the way they'd been introduced, but if these people meant this much to her, he'd tolerate them for now.

She helped her Uncle out of the car, and turned to open March's door, but she was already on her way to the mansion, her curiosity getting the better of her. Logan hurried over to them and they caught up with her.

"Well Uncle A. this is where I live." She flung open the door the hall was full of the students, bustling about some coming from the training room, some coiming to and from the kitchen for snack or dinner. Some waved at Logan and Polaris as they came in, Kurt 'bamfed' over to them.

"Guten Tag!" He said cheerfully waving at Polaris and Logan, and then he registered the guests or more specifically March. "AH! Anothzer blue fuzzy one! I'm lozing ze enterprise!" He exclaimed in mock aghast and he 'bamfed' away.

Logan noticed for the first time that March was wearing a black T-shirt with 'Youkai' written on it. (Translation: Demon) She was also wearing a pair of normal jeans that had been cut off at the knee to accommodate her beast like legs.

March laughed to herself, "He has no idea!"

Polaris grinned knowingly back at her laughing at a joke only they got. "That was Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler, he is one of the students here."

A slight whirring sound directed their attention to the stairs; the Professor and Hank came out of the double doors. March looked at Hank and then dashed towards the stairs, catching hold of the railing she swung herself up, to come face to face with him, she crouched down on the railing, monkey-like, just as the Professor was saying,

"Ah yes we've been expecting you."

"You have, what are you physic, wait don't answer that." March said eyeing Hank; she always liked to inspect fellow beast-like mutants.

Hank surprised by her sudden appearance fell back a step. "Who-who are you?" He stammered.

"Hello Charles!" Polaris said coming up the stairs with Logan and her uncle.

"I am March Black." She said not taking her eyes from him. "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen another beast mutate?"

"Um no." He said somewhat sheepishly.

"Well it's actually a fairly common mutation really. I'm surprised that you haven't seen any others." She smiled and back flipped off of the railing to land behind Archimedes.

"Charles, these are my relations Uncle Archimedes," He tipped his bowler hat at him. "And March." She smiled happily and waved, mostly at Hank.

A/N: The insanity! AH! THIS MESSAGE IS IMPORTANT!!! IF YOU CAN GUESS 1 OF THE 2 PEOPLE UNCLE ARCHEMIDESE IS BASED OFF OF THEN YOU GET A WALK ON IN MY STORY! REVIEW!!