~incase you were confused, Charles Beamers from chapter one's name has been
changed to Aaron Beamers because of an error in chapter two. Besides I just
realized the professors name is Charles to.and that would be weird. ALSO my
Logan/Wolverine is more like the movie's Logan/Wolverine because Hugh
Jackman is SO hot and I don't really think I want a 5'3 fur ball in my
story. So comic Logan is replaced w/ movie Logan in this story, however all
other characters are comic book.even though I always did think that
Professor X looked a lot like Patrick Stewart. Lol.
La Fille
Part. 3
Well this is new.
Aimée's motorcycle roared. Her chestnut hair flowed wildly behind her. Tears blurred her vision, clouding up the shield attached to the helmet attached to her head. A bitter wind was rushing at her face, her tears seeming to freeze on her skin. A police siren rapidly approached her vehicle.
"Shit" she cursed under her breath.she hated the cops, and she was in no mood to deal with their wandering eyes, and 'I'm king of the world' attitudes. She slowed after about 5 minutes of chasing, her bike screeching to a halt. A man in his mid 40's walked towards her, he had a confident roll to his stroll. He was one of those guys who would cheat on his wife with the nanny. The Cop looked down at Aimée, a cocky grin on his clean- shaven face.
"A little late for a trip to the mall" He bent down to reach her sitting height; she could smell the cheap liquor on his breath "Isn't it? Hun." He laughed at his lame excuse for a joke, and Aimée rolled her eyes under her shades. She had not turned to acknowledge the man, but already knew that he was going to give her trouble. "I'm gunna have to write you up for speeding.that is unless you have a very.very good excuse" he leaned in close so that she could feel his humid breath on her earlobe "or maybe you can do something for me?" The revolting officer reached his hand down and pinched Aimée's ass. She shot up a wince running down her spin. Aimée towered over his 5"7 stature at her standing form, but she stooped lower removing the helmet and freeing her auburn mane.
"And what could I do?" She whispered into his ear, stroking his badge "officer.to make you change your mind?" He laughed, reaching to cup both cheeks.big mistake. Aimée reeled her arm back, her body still tingling with power she had absorbed earlier that night, but she opted for a more subtle approach. A quick shot to the groin. Aimée's hand shot down and gripped it tightly, squeezing until the man's face turned entirely white.
"How its feel chump?" she yelled before lifting him by the sweet spot and throwing him down on the road. She hopped back on her bike and accelerated.driving off into the night.her destination unknown.
"Jean?" Logan knocked on her ajar door, letting himself into her bedroom. Jean was furiously packing a small suitcase, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was half dressed. "Jeannie? What are ye'h doin'?" Logan sat next to her pulling stuff out of her suitcase.
"Logan stop it.I don't care what the professor says, Aimée is in no condition to be chasing her father who for all we know is lying in a pool of his own blood." Jean raised her hand to her head trying to erase the thought of another dear friend's death. "Believe it or not I care about that girl, and I know Rogue would not stand for this. Aimée is searching for things her young mind isn't even capable of dealing with and we have no idea what kind of danger is surrounding Gambit right now." She looked up into Logan's blue eyes her packing finally done. He was blocking her way, but a smile rose to his lips.
"Well I'm coming with ye'h"
"Logan don't think of this as a romantic getaway" She groaned pushing the man aside.
"Hey" he growled, actually raising his voice to his not so secret love, "despite the fact that she's that swamp rat's daughter, I still deeply care about the girl. Ah'm going fer her" But his grin quickly returned, seeing as it could not stay hidden for long in Jean's presence "well.maybe a little for you" Jean smiled in spite of herself and pushed past him. Logan followed her out the door.
She and Logan approached the main door, forgetting about being quiet.
"Jean" Scott called from down the hall, Professor Xavier by his side. It seemed that all Scott even said to her was her name.in a warning tone. Jean and Logan slowly turn, Logan comically putting his hands in the air.
"Drop your arms Logan, I can't have all of my Xmen leaving at once.I gave permission for Aimée to leave, to find her father. She is the only one who should be gone and now my Xmen want to leave also? Storm has already left, Rogue is in a coma, and now you Jean? and Logan? are planning on leaving also? I understand how important the survival of Aimée is to you all but I would not have sent her out there if I thought it was suicide. You all seem to care for Remy so much? What about these past 12 years why now? Aimée will be fine, but you all will not be leaving.you seem to forget our cause"
"Professor with all do respect, I do not agree at all. Aimée is not ready for this!"
"She's 17 Jean, I think she is.the question is, are you? I need you here Jean"
"But Logan can't go alone, we compliment each-other, we need each-other right now"
"I'm sorry Jean but all of you cannot leave, its too dangerous, I need at least one if not both of you to stay." Jean looked down at the ground knowing she was defeated.
"Jean will stay" Scott said, looking proud in his ludicrous decision.
"Hey bub, how 'about ye'h let the lady decide fer herself?" Logan growled, his animal rage pushing to get free.
"Wolverine, like it or not she's my wife" Scott fired back, the two men stood chest to chest.
"Scott, Logan, stop it" Jean groaned, she turned to Logan "I will stay, and you can go.I think your better in this situation."
"But Jeannie."
"No Logan, I will be in your head for guidance.just" She smiled, her eyes looking deep up into his "Just don't do anything stupid."
"Ye'h don't have to worry about me Red" He said, his arm wrapping around her waist.
"I always do," She whispered, taking his mouth in for a passionate kiss. Scott's mouth dropped, and the professor attempted to hide a chuckle. Jean blushed as red as her hair, stepping back from a flabbergasted Wolverine. Logan smiled, taking pleasure in the look on Scott's face and that on Jean's. He reached for his jacket and strode out the door, laughing some more.
"Wolverine wait." The professor called, hands raised to his temples. Logan cocked his head back in, a cigar already firmly place between his teeth. "Where's Storm?"
Aimée sat at a local bar, taking part in her second favorite activity.getting plastered. She did not notice certain sets of eyes watching her every move. She finished her last glass of cognac and dropped a twenty on the bar. Aimée strode outside, the heels of her boots making loud claps against the concrete. She inhaled the scent of the night, and continued on towards her bike, not knowing where the hell she was headed. Her throat burned from the hard liquor settling in it, she moaned rubbing her temples and walked down the block. A vision gripped her suddenly, as a painful flash of light blinded her vision.
~*
She was in a bar, a house of cards.something. Whatever it was Aimée instantly knew it was her kind of place. The thick smell of cigar smoke permeated the entire room. A woman danced on a stage, dressed in flapper gear. It was a cool place, probably a local joint in the middle of a somewhat dry city. She heard distinct drawls in the voices of the patrons and could not decide whether she was in the deep south of the US, or in the middle of a slum in France. Her eyes locked on to a table in the distance, a man was making plenty of people quite angry, and she could see why. His poker chips were stacked high, easily tripling that of all the others combined, and he wore a proud grin on his face with a cigarette clenched between two thin pale lips. His laugh was interesting, when he smiled it almost seemed foreign to him, like he was afraid he never would again. Aimée neared the table, not noticing the ease she had while walking through the crowd. The woman who had gathered behind the winning man cheered every time he drew in more chips, and his opponents faces grew a deeper shade of red. Aimée looked deep into the man's eyes amazed at their likeness to her own. She reached out to call to him, ask him why she was here, because in her heart she knew that he would tell her the answer. But she froze as she realized the passage of her arm, it had gone right through another's head effortlessly, and no one, not even the unlucky victim seemed to notice. She screamed loud but no-on paid her a glance. "Am I a ghost?" She wondered, before falling to the ground another blinding light knocking her senseless.
~*
Aimée's eyes flashed back open wondering what the hell she had just seen.but she was no idiot, and it did not take her long to figure out who the man was.
"Papa" she whispered, a new determination and force willing her to go back to her bike. A destination seared into her brain. She squeezed hard on the clutch, and roared south, "I will find you." she breathed, "No matter what"
-----------------------------------------
A sinister laugh rolled out from the shadows.
"This will be easier then I thought."
~oh yea...
-Foo
La Fille
Part. 3
Well this is new.
Aimée's motorcycle roared. Her chestnut hair flowed wildly behind her. Tears blurred her vision, clouding up the shield attached to the helmet attached to her head. A bitter wind was rushing at her face, her tears seeming to freeze on her skin. A police siren rapidly approached her vehicle.
"Shit" she cursed under her breath.she hated the cops, and she was in no mood to deal with their wandering eyes, and 'I'm king of the world' attitudes. She slowed after about 5 minutes of chasing, her bike screeching to a halt. A man in his mid 40's walked towards her, he had a confident roll to his stroll. He was one of those guys who would cheat on his wife with the nanny. The Cop looked down at Aimée, a cocky grin on his clean- shaven face.
"A little late for a trip to the mall" He bent down to reach her sitting height; she could smell the cheap liquor on his breath "Isn't it? Hun." He laughed at his lame excuse for a joke, and Aimée rolled her eyes under her shades. She had not turned to acknowledge the man, but already knew that he was going to give her trouble. "I'm gunna have to write you up for speeding.that is unless you have a very.very good excuse" he leaned in close so that she could feel his humid breath on her earlobe "or maybe you can do something for me?" The revolting officer reached his hand down and pinched Aimée's ass. She shot up a wince running down her spin. Aimée towered over his 5"7 stature at her standing form, but she stooped lower removing the helmet and freeing her auburn mane.
"And what could I do?" She whispered into his ear, stroking his badge "officer.to make you change your mind?" He laughed, reaching to cup both cheeks.big mistake. Aimée reeled her arm back, her body still tingling with power she had absorbed earlier that night, but she opted for a more subtle approach. A quick shot to the groin. Aimée's hand shot down and gripped it tightly, squeezing until the man's face turned entirely white.
"How its feel chump?" she yelled before lifting him by the sweet spot and throwing him down on the road. She hopped back on her bike and accelerated.driving off into the night.her destination unknown.
"Jean?" Logan knocked on her ajar door, letting himself into her bedroom. Jean was furiously packing a small suitcase, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was half dressed. "Jeannie? What are ye'h doin'?" Logan sat next to her pulling stuff out of her suitcase.
"Logan stop it.I don't care what the professor says, Aimée is in no condition to be chasing her father who for all we know is lying in a pool of his own blood." Jean raised her hand to her head trying to erase the thought of another dear friend's death. "Believe it or not I care about that girl, and I know Rogue would not stand for this. Aimée is searching for things her young mind isn't even capable of dealing with and we have no idea what kind of danger is surrounding Gambit right now." She looked up into Logan's blue eyes her packing finally done. He was blocking her way, but a smile rose to his lips.
"Well I'm coming with ye'h"
"Logan don't think of this as a romantic getaway" She groaned pushing the man aside.
"Hey" he growled, actually raising his voice to his not so secret love, "despite the fact that she's that swamp rat's daughter, I still deeply care about the girl. Ah'm going fer her" But his grin quickly returned, seeing as it could not stay hidden for long in Jean's presence "well.maybe a little for you" Jean smiled in spite of herself and pushed past him. Logan followed her out the door.
She and Logan approached the main door, forgetting about being quiet.
"Jean" Scott called from down the hall, Professor Xavier by his side. It seemed that all Scott even said to her was her name.in a warning tone. Jean and Logan slowly turn, Logan comically putting his hands in the air.
"Drop your arms Logan, I can't have all of my Xmen leaving at once.I gave permission for Aimée to leave, to find her father. She is the only one who should be gone and now my Xmen want to leave also? Storm has already left, Rogue is in a coma, and now you Jean? and Logan? are planning on leaving also? I understand how important the survival of Aimée is to you all but I would not have sent her out there if I thought it was suicide. You all seem to care for Remy so much? What about these past 12 years why now? Aimée will be fine, but you all will not be leaving.you seem to forget our cause"
"Professor with all do respect, I do not agree at all. Aimée is not ready for this!"
"She's 17 Jean, I think she is.the question is, are you? I need you here Jean"
"But Logan can't go alone, we compliment each-other, we need each-other right now"
"I'm sorry Jean but all of you cannot leave, its too dangerous, I need at least one if not both of you to stay." Jean looked down at the ground knowing she was defeated.
"Jean will stay" Scott said, looking proud in his ludicrous decision.
"Hey bub, how 'about ye'h let the lady decide fer herself?" Logan growled, his animal rage pushing to get free.
"Wolverine, like it or not she's my wife" Scott fired back, the two men stood chest to chest.
"Scott, Logan, stop it" Jean groaned, she turned to Logan "I will stay, and you can go.I think your better in this situation."
"But Jeannie."
"No Logan, I will be in your head for guidance.just" She smiled, her eyes looking deep up into his "Just don't do anything stupid."
"Ye'h don't have to worry about me Red" He said, his arm wrapping around her waist.
"I always do," She whispered, taking his mouth in for a passionate kiss. Scott's mouth dropped, and the professor attempted to hide a chuckle. Jean blushed as red as her hair, stepping back from a flabbergasted Wolverine. Logan smiled, taking pleasure in the look on Scott's face and that on Jean's. He reached for his jacket and strode out the door, laughing some more.
"Wolverine wait." The professor called, hands raised to his temples. Logan cocked his head back in, a cigar already firmly place between his teeth. "Where's Storm?"
Aimée sat at a local bar, taking part in her second favorite activity.getting plastered. She did not notice certain sets of eyes watching her every move. She finished her last glass of cognac and dropped a twenty on the bar. Aimée strode outside, the heels of her boots making loud claps against the concrete. She inhaled the scent of the night, and continued on towards her bike, not knowing where the hell she was headed. Her throat burned from the hard liquor settling in it, she moaned rubbing her temples and walked down the block. A vision gripped her suddenly, as a painful flash of light blinded her vision.
~*
She was in a bar, a house of cards.something. Whatever it was Aimée instantly knew it was her kind of place. The thick smell of cigar smoke permeated the entire room. A woman danced on a stage, dressed in flapper gear. It was a cool place, probably a local joint in the middle of a somewhat dry city. She heard distinct drawls in the voices of the patrons and could not decide whether she was in the deep south of the US, or in the middle of a slum in France. Her eyes locked on to a table in the distance, a man was making plenty of people quite angry, and she could see why. His poker chips were stacked high, easily tripling that of all the others combined, and he wore a proud grin on his face with a cigarette clenched between two thin pale lips. His laugh was interesting, when he smiled it almost seemed foreign to him, like he was afraid he never would again. Aimée neared the table, not noticing the ease she had while walking through the crowd. The woman who had gathered behind the winning man cheered every time he drew in more chips, and his opponents faces grew a deeper shade of red. Aimée looked deep into the man's eyes amazed at their likeness to her own. She reached out to call to him, ask him why she was here, because in her heart she knew that he would tell her the answer. But she froze as she realized the passage of her arm, it had gone right through another's head effortlessly, and no one, not even the unlucky victim seemed to notice. She screamed loud but no-on paid her a glance. "Am I a ghost?" She wondered, before falling to the ground another blinding light knocking her senseless.
~*
Aimée's eyes flashed back open wondering what the hell she had just seen.but she was no idiot, and it did not take her long to figure out who the man was.
"Papa" she whispered, a new determination and force willing her to go back to her bike. A destination seared into her brain. She squeezed hard on the clutch, and roared south, "I will find you." she breathed, "No matter what"
-----------------------------------------
A sinister laugh rolled out from the shadows.
"This will be easier then I thought."
~oh yea...
-Foo