Note: The song in this chapter is 'More Than Fine' by Switchfoot.
The Drifters
*****
When I wake in the morning
I want to blow into pieces.
I want more than just okay, more than just okay.
*****
Hallie and Logan both raced out into the rain, away from the brawling of the bar and thankful that no one had bothered, or were stupid enough, to follow them. Logan stopped and sniffed the air, then turned to look at their old and beaten pick-up. "She's at the truck." he told Hallie, pointing towards it.
She nodded, and the two of them calmly walked over. Hallie spotted Grace sitting in the bed of the truck near Logan's Harley, curled up with her knees close to her chest. Hallie approached her slowly and climbed into the back of the truck, holding out a hand for Logan to give her a minute.
Grace could hear her coming into the truck, and when Hallie's hand touched her shoulder, she flinched away, burying her face into her knees and sniffling.
Hallie pulled her hand away with a frown, and knelt beside the cowering girl. She sighed. "I'm not gonna hurt you Grace...I-"
"I know." the young girl sniffled, looking up just enough so that her amber eyes showed.
Hallie's eyebrows furrowed and Logan stood beside the truck, leaning against it and watching the two. "Then...what's the matter?"
Grace shrugged. "You...surprised me." she sniffled again.
"Because we're mutants?" Logan supplied, ignoring the rain that was soaking them all through to the bone.
Grace nodded slowly. "Why didn't you just tell me?" she looked up and wiped her tears with a shirt sleave that was soaking wet anyway.
Hallie looked at Logan with a crooked smile and shrugged. "I dunno. I guess we thought maybe...you wouldn't wanna stay with us."
Grace half smiled. "I still woulda. I love you guys, you're my family now."
Logan chuckled, then smacked his hand on the side of the truck. "Well then, no problem here." he smiled. "Now let's hit the road 'fore the cops show up."
Grace stood up, taking Hallie's hand as they climbed out of the truck and inside.
*****
Inside the truck, Hallie took the wheel to give Logan a break. It was getting late and everyone was tired and soaking wet. "Well, where to folks?" she laughed.
"Oregon!" Grace perked up, a great big smile across her face.
"That'll take some drivin'." Logan grumbled with a lopsided smile.
"Why Oregon?" Hallie questioned, still staring out at the road.
Grace shrugged. "I dunno. It's far away and...I've never been there!" she smiled.
Logan ruffled her now short black hair. "Well, Oregon it is then."
Grace just leaned against Logan, having sat up front this time. She closed her eyes and smiled. Maybe these couple of drifters would settle down, and she would be with her new family, live her new life, and be happy.
*****The End*****
Note: I know this chapter was short, but that's the end! I will write a sequel taking place a few years later if anyone is interested. Please review!!!
The Drifters
*****
When I wake in the morning
I want to blow into pieces.
I want more than just okay, more than just okay.
*****
Hallie and Logan both raced out into the rain, away from the brawling of the bar and thankful that no one had bothered, or were stupid enough, to follow them. Logan stopped and sniffed the air, then turned to look at their old and beaten pick-up. "She's at the truck." he told Hallie, pointing towards it.
She nodded, and the two of them calmly walked over. Hallie spotted Grace sitting in the bed of the truck near Logan's Harley, curled up with her knees close to her chest. Hallie approached her slowly and climbed into the back of the truck, holding out a hand for Logan to give her a minute.
Grace could hear her coming into the truck, and when Hallie's hand touched her shoulder, she flinched away, burying her face into her knees and sniffling.
Hallie pulled her hand away with a frown, and knelt beside the cowering girl. She sighed. "I'm not gonna hurt you Grace...I-"
"I know." the young girl sniffled, looking up just enough so that her amber eyes showed.
Hallie's eyebrows furrowed and Logan stood beside the truck, leaning against it and watching the two. "Then...what's the matter?"
Grace shrugged. "You...surprised me." she sniffled again.
"Because we're mutants?" Logan supplied, ignoring the rain that was soaking them all through to the bone.
Grace nodded slowly. "Why didn't you just tell me?" she looked up and wiped her tears with a shirt sleave that was soaking wet anyway.
Hallie looked at Logan with a crooked smile and shrugged. "I dunno. I guess we thought maybe...you wouldn't wanna stay with us."
Grace half smiled. "I still woulda. I love you guys, you're my family now."
Logan chuckled, then smacked his hand on the side of the truck. "Well then, no problem here." he smiled. "Now let's hit the road 'fore the cops show up."
Grace stood up, taking Hallie's hand as they climbed out of the truck and inside.
*****
Inside the truck, Hallie took the wheel to give Logan a break. It was getting late and everyone was tired and soaking wet. "Well, where to folks?" she laughed.
"Oregon!" Grace perked up, a great big smile across her face.
"That'll take some drivin'." Logan grumbled with a lopsided smile.
"Why Oregon?" Hallie questioned, still staring out at the road.
Grace shrugged. "I dunno. It's far away and...I've never been there!" she smiled.
Logan ruffled her now short black hair. "Well, Oregon it is then."
Grace just leaned against Logan, having sat up front this time. She closed her eyes and smiled. Maybe these couple of drifters would settle down, and she would be with her new family, live her new life, and be happy.
*****The End*****
Note: I know this chapter was short, but that's the end! I will write a sequel taking place a few years later if anyone is interested. Please review!!!