Title: Fresh Start
Series: True Lies
Name: Jules
E-mail: goddessacacia@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-15 for now
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no
matter how much I WISH I did. They belong to the wonderful MARVEL and WB
Classification: (Major angst, romance, friendship)
Summary: Rogue gets to know the Logan inside the Wolverine.
And later Scott takes Rogue and the girls shopping!
Status: Unfinished
Fresh Start
By Jules
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Mikhaila slowly woke up, taking in her surroundings in amazement once more. She looked at the clock, 8:OO am.
She stretched, then put on her jeans, a white short sleeve shirt and long white gloves, that went past her elbows. On her hair she wore another dew-rag. She grabbed her cigarettes from her bag, opened the window, and flew down to a secluded spot in the woods.
Immediately she took a fag out, lit it, and took a long drag, relaxing as soon as the warm tendrils of smoke curled into her lungs. It abated the gnawing hunger in her stomach left from three days of not eating due to unconsciousness and not wanting to socialize. She sighed, blowing out the smoke.
"Smoking is bad for your health." A gruff voice suddenly said.
She was startled and she dropped her cigarette, "Shit! Damn it! What'd ya sneak up on me for?" She looked at him, noticing his calculating stare, and her face softened, "So ya know huh? Did the Professor tell yah? Scott?"
"No, I recognized your scent." He told her honestly.
"My scent? That is so gross."
"So is a 15-year-old destroying her lungs."
"Yeah, well it's my life, and if Ah want tah smoke, Ah will. Ah haven't had one in three days, Ah'm stressed, and ya just made me drop one of my last ones." She told him pissed off, taking out another and lighting it.
Logan growled at her.
"Oh knock it off. Ya don't scare me." She told him, blowing the smoke in his direction.
"You should be if you knew what was good for you. Why are you here? What does Mystique want from the Professor?" He demanded.
"Why does everyone assume mah Momma's the reason Ah'm here . . . actually she is sorta." Mikhaila said after she thought about it for a second, but went on before he could interrupt, "Ah'm here because she lied to me. She didn't tell me that she was my Momma. She pretended to be all you X-men to convince me tah join the Brotherhood and made me believe y'all were evil. And she made me absorb the powers of some woman, who is now runnin' around in my head, and she'll be there for the rest of my life. Ah can't trust her, Ah don't agree with her beliefs, and Carol was afraid of her. That is why Ah am here. Nothin' more to it than that."
"And Mikhaila is your real name?" He questions suspiciously.
"Yeah, but y'all can call me Khaila if yah want to. Ah don't care. No one's bothered to find out mah name for four months. Makes no difference to me, as long as yah don't call me Rogue around the others, seein' as how they ain't got a clue as to who Ah really am . . ."
Logan mulled this over, his arms crossed over his chest, then offered his right hand, "Name's Logan."
Mikhaila breathed a sigh of relief, then shot him a shy smile, putting her tiny hand in his huge one, "Khaila. It's nice tah meet ya Logan."
And as sort of a peace agreement, she threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it.
She cocked her head to the side, "Can yah show me the trainin' room them. Ah've got tah workout if Ah can't smoke. Ah'll go crazy if Ah don't."
"Know the feeling. Once ya get some proper lessons, I'll spar with ya Darlin'." He promised as they headed back to the mansion.
"Sugah, Ah've been getting 'proper lessons' since Ah was in diapers. Ah'd show yah right here an' now, but Ah don't want to hurt yah. Ah don't have good control on Carol's powers." She pauses for a second, "Oh yeah, she says that wouldn't be a good idea, Scott agrees. And Fred wants me tah hurt yah bad, but he's an idiot. The rest are too weak tah give a vocal opinion, but Ah can feel they'd frown upon it.
"You sure got a lot of people up there." He commented gruffly.
"Yeah, and a whole bunch of lifetimes of memories." She tells him quietly.
"I bet it gets confusing sometimes."
She nods, "Sometimes, Ah'm not even sure who Ah am, or Ah'll find myself watchin' some TV show Ah would normally hate, and Ah'm lovin' it. On top of that, Ah don't really remember turnin' the TV on . . . . That's why when Ah really have control, Ah use it. Smoking, for instance, is the one thing Ah like, but all of 'em hate. Keeps me in control."
"I know how you feel Darlin'. Sometimes, I feel the animal in me taking over, making my claws come out gives the control back to me."
Hesitantly, Mikhaila took his hand once more and squeezed it, "Thank you for tellin' me that."
'Rough and tough' Logan shrugged it off, "Come on, let's go to breakfast."
Scott, Kurt, and Jean were already eating breakfast when Logan and Mikhaila came in. If this wasn't surprise enough, Logan pulling out a chair and gesturing for her to sit, shocked them mid-bite.
Mikhaila smiled at him, and sat down.
He looks at the other students and glares, "Well don't just sit there, introduce yourselves to Mikhaila, and tell her what ya can do."
"Sorry." Jean apologized, "I'm Jean Gray. I have telekinesis, and I'm slightly telepathic."
"Hi." Mikhaila greets politely.
"I'm Scott Summers, I have optic beams." He introduced, pretending to be ignorant, and trying not to be jealous of Logan, because he was Scott, and he could have anyone he wanted.
"And I'm Kurt Wagner"
BAMFHe was suddenly hanging upside down from the chandelier in front for her.
"I can teleport. You might remember me from yesterday."
"Yeah, yah got a cute tail." She smiled, pretending to remember, knowing that flirting with him made him forget practically everything.
"You are very lovely fraulin."
"Hey, fur ball, what have I told you about hanging like that?" Logan interrupted quickly.
"Oops, sorry."
Then he BAMF himself to his seat, picked up his plate BAMF into the seat next to her, "So where are you from?"
"Mississippi. Deep south." Mikhaila drawled.
"Do you have much family?" Kurt questioned.
"Just mah mother . . ." She said quietly.
Just them the bundle of energy known as Kitty came bounding into the room.
"Good morning everybody! Isn't it a great day for shopping?" She practically skipped over to Mikhaila, "Hi, I'm Kitty, you must be Mikhaila. The Professor told us all about you. I can't wait to go shopping, can you?"
Luckily Storm and the Professor came in and Mikhaila was saved from answering.
Everyone sat down and began eating. About 20 minutes later Evan came stumbling in, yawning.
"Morn' Professor, Auntie O, everybody else." He plopped down and started shoveling bacon in his mouth.
Mikhaila stared at him in disgust.
"Yo, porcupine, chew and close your mouth. There are ladies present." Logan ordered.
Evan swallowed, "Sorry." After that he ate slower, but with a sullen look on his face.
Mikhaila picked at a muffin, eating bits of it every now and then.
Logan nudged her and frowned at her place. In his opinion, she looked too thin.
Mikhaila rolled her eyes, but took a couple pieces of bacon to assuage him.
"Happy?" She muttered under the din of the chattering group.
"Not completely, but it's a start."
"Mah God. Ah stopped smokin' the damn cigarette didn't Ah? Do not complain about how Ah eat too." She hissed, "Don't push your luck, cause Ah push back, hard."
Logan did something that once again astounded the whole table. He cracked a smile, and he chuckled.
Mikhaila smirked, then went on with her breakfast, 'So there you motorcycle ridin'. . .' suddenly she dropped her bacon and her face turned pale, her motorcycle! She'd forgotten her motorcycle! What if one of the guys got their hands on it? They'd ruin her baby! She pushed back in her chair, sending it crashing into the wall behind her, shattering it and ran out of the room, leaving everyone behind her shocked. As soon as she reached the outside, she flew off.
Logan and Scott had followed her, but once they saw her take to the air, they knew they couldn't follow her.
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Mikhaila crept up to the house, knowing everyone would be still be asleep, but still wanting to be careful. Her heartbeat finally slowed when she saw her bike sitting where she'd left it, in perfect condition. No one had touched it. Quietly, she rolled the bike down the street. Once she was far enough away, she straddled it, feeling like herself for the first time in two days. She started the engine, and rode off.
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[Author's note: Mikhaila is too long to type, so from now on, she's just Khaila, well, at least when referring to her, some people might CALL her Mikhaila . . . That's all I need to tell ya!]
Scott was washing his car when he heard a motorcycle come towards the mansion. He raised his head, and then his eyebrow when he noticed it was Khaila. She pulled up next to him, turned off the bike, and dismounted.
Noticing his incredulous look she frowned, "What?! Ah couldn't very well leave mah baby with those idiots! They might scratch her!"
"That's what made you destroy a chair and leave all of a sudden during the middle of breakfast?"
"Well Ah'd only just thought of it. Ah was thinkin' about you bein' a motorcycle ridin' jerk and Ah realized Ah'd left her behind when Ah ran away." She told him, leaning against her bike, "So you're washin' your car again."
"Well it's not like you treat your bike any differently." Scott teased.
Khaila nodded her head in grudging agreement. The two stayed silent for a while. Khaila eventually started helping him. She wasn't sure why, but she felt at ease around the guy, which wasn't something she'd felt around anyone in a very long time.
The silence was comfortable, not awkward. There wasn't really a need for words between them. They understood each other, and the need for space they both shared. Both could have happily stayed like that for a long time, unfortunately, Kitty and Jean found them.
"There you are! We've been looking all over for you. We haven't seen you since you ran out during breakfast. Is like, everything ok?" Kitty asked.
Khaila quickly got up, brushing off her pants, "Yeah, everthin's fine. Ah just realized Ah'd forgotten somethin'. Ah had to go back for it."
"Oh, ok. Well, you ready to go?"
"As ready as Ah'll ever be. So, how we gettin' there?"
"The Professor told us to ask Scott." Jean said smiling.
A clatter echoed through the garage as Scott dropped the hose nozzle he'd been unscrewing, "Excuse me?"
"Everyone else is like, busy! Storm's helping Evan with his homework, Logan's out doing whatever he does, Kurt's at the burger place, and you're like, the only one who can drive!"
"Why don't any of you have your license yet?"
"Ah do." Khaila spoke up timidly, "But Ah don't know how tah drive a car, just mah bike . . ."
"Aw man . . ." Scott sighed. He stripped of his wet shirt, leaving the three girls ogling at the sight of his muscular chest, as he put on another shirt he had lying off to the side, finally he was done, "Let's go. This better not take too long." He grumbled.
** An hour or so later **
Once the three girls had Scott settled in the center of the mall with a book he had to read for class, with the rest of the parents, boyfriends, and drivers, Kitty and Jean dragged Khaila from store to store. They tried to pull her into The Gap, but luckily, her superior strength saved her from such a fate.
They did however make quick work of American Eagle, Old Navy, Limited, and The Icing. They stopped to drop off a dozen or so bags with Scott, and then went back in.
Finally Khaila escaped the two girls as they went into Victoria Secret's and sunk into a chair next to Scott, "Mah Gawd! They tried to take me into the GAP!"
Scott chuckles, "So that place scares you too?"
"Are yah kiddin'? Have you SEEN those commercials they make?" She shuddered.
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