Solas slowly picked her way across the bar, a remote tavern in the Canadian
back lands.
The visions she had received along with a deep rooted impulse kept pushing
her towards
the dark shadowed corner of the bar, she could see a silhouette outline of
a man but his
form was cast in shadows. She turned and caught an appreciative glance from
the
barman. Warily she placed her hands to the black wrap around sunglasses
covering her
eyes.
*still there, good * she thought
She couldn't tell how this place filled with burly Canadian woodcutters would react if they discovered her. She was at the corner of the bar now and as she stepped into the shadow that surrounded the drinker already present she knew she had found who she was looking for. He sat and calmly turned his eyes towards her. She knew he knew. It didn't matter. She didn't speak straight away but instead looked into his deep dark somewhat feral eyes as he spoke in a slow growl,
"whaddya want girlie"? "I want you to take me to him" "to who"?
His eyes set hard when he realised who she was talking about
"to professor Xavier and the x-men, it is essential that I speak to the professor and your presence will be needed there son as well Logan" "why should I trust you I've never seen you before in my..."
Logan's words died in his mouth as I removed my glasses "don't worry you can trust me Logan" "look I'll point you in the right direction but I ain't gonna go with you, not yet anyway" slowly she placed her hand over his and looked into his eyes "you're ready Logan... it's time"
no one else in the bar noticed the tiny light that passed from Solas' palm into Logan. Images flash in logans head of the future, of her past she had to do it to make him understand, finally sending him a picture that made him look to her slowly he nodded in understanding "let's go my rides out front" she smiled and replaced her glasses so that no one else in the bar would see her irises change from a gloomy and troubled grey to a bright and hopeful pink.
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*still there, good * she thought
She couldn't tell how this place filled with burly Canadian woodcutters would react if they discovered her. She was at the corner of the bar now and as she stepped into the shadow that surrounded the drinker already present she knew she had found who she was looking for. He sat and calmly turned his eyes towards her. She knew he knew. It didn't matter. She didn't speak straight away but instead looked into his deep dark somewhat feral eyes as he spoke in a slow growl,
"whaddya want girlie"? "I want you to take me to him" "to who"?
His eyes set hard when he realised who she was talking about
"to professor Xavier and the x-men, it is essential that I speak to the professor and your presence will be needed there son as well Logan" "why should I trust you I've never seen you before in my..."
Logan's words died in his mouth as I removed my glasses "don't worry you can trust me Logan" "look I'll point you in the right direction but I ain't gonna go with you, not yet anyway" slowly she placed her hand over his and looked into his eyes "you're ready Logan... it's time"
no one else in the bar noticed the tiny light that passed from Solas' palm into Logan. Images flash in logans head of the future, of her past she had to do it to make him understand, finally sending him a picture that made him look to her slowly he nodded in understanding "let's go my rides out front" she smiled and replaced her glasses so that no one else in the bar would see her irises change from a gloomy and troubled grey to a bright and hopeful pink.
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