Snow had began to fall thickly in Westchester when Scott and Storm returned
to the school and almost soon as they were out of the jet, it began to
slowly sink beneath the blacktop of the basketball court. "Do you think
that she'll actually come to the school?" Scott asked as they walked
towards the French doors of the school.
"I don't know. I hope she does" Storm flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her face up to the falling snow. "She doesn't know that she's a mutant, but she better figure it out soon" Scott shrugged his broad shoulders and pulled the doors open. There was a whoosh of hot air and they moaned uncomfortably.
Logan and Kurt were talking in the hall, which surprised Storm because lately Kurt hadn't really talked to anyone. She supposed that Kurt really only spoke to Logan because they were both prickly creatures. When they entered, Kurt looked up, his dark yellow eyes observing Storm and Scott calmly but saying nothing.
Following Kurt's gaze, Logan saw Scott and Storm. "Have fun in New Jersey?" He asked with a razor sharp smile. "Yeah we did actually, thanks Logan" Scott said brushing past him. Storm smiled at Scott's back. "He can't be that different, he still hates you" Storm said as she shifted her eyes from Scott to Logan. "Glad to be of service" Logan murmured and began to feel around in his pockets for a cigar.
"The professor's not going to like it if you smoke in the school" Storm said reprimanding him. "Yeah," Was all he said and gave up his search. "Where's Charles?" Storm asked. "Why?" She rolled his eyes. It was almost impossible to get an answer out of Logan. 'But,' Storm supposed. 'If you could then he wouldn't really be Logan'. "Never mind I'll find him myself" Logan laughed a rich rolling sound when Storm pushed past him, but it was like shoving a brick wall.
"Tell me first" He said as he gripped Storm's wrists. "Who's the new mutant?" "Dr.Hudson" Storm said and when he wouldn't let go of her wrists, she sent tiny electrical currents running through her, zapping his hands. He quickly let go but followed Storm as she went down the hallway. "Maybe you didn't understand me." Logan said. "I understood you Logan" She said, getting a little irritated. "No you didn't. If I wanted to know the name, I would have said 'who's the knew person' but I didn't"
Annoyed, Storm turned to him. "Draca" Logan raised a near black eyebrow and considered it. "Draca's a chicks name" He said slowly and a grin spread across his face. "So the good doctor is a girl huh?" He said slyly. "Yes. Her name is Abby Hudson" His dark eyes lightened. "Get that look off your face Logan Hill," Storm said with a sarcastic smile. "She's not even decided to come to the school yet"
"At least tell me what she looks like then?" Storm rolled her eyes. It was another part of being Logan and she loved him like he was her brother, so she humored him. "About 24, my height. Huge blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. A pretty thing but has a layer of ice around her." Logan nodded, deciding he would approve of her if she decided to come to the school. "How are her legs?" Storm laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder.
"Let me take you out to lunch in an hour" Logan said suddenly. Storm raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He smiled down at her. "Well because I figure I'll be hungry in an hour. Come to O'Grady's with me and I'll buy you a cup of that French onion soup you love so much" She seemed to consider it for a moment. "Fine, but I want salad with it" Logan grinned. "You drive a hard bargain Munroe." He said as he wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders and placed a kiss on her temple.
Logan watched her walk down the hallway to her room. He sighed and went to see if there was any beer in the 'fridge yet. He walked into the kitchen and saw Scott staring out the window that was now layered with snow. "See anything interesting?" Logan asked sarcastically and Scott didn't bother to turn to him. Logan rolled his dark brown eyes and pulled the door open on the white 'fridge. No beer. He closed to door and decided that he'd grab some down at O'Grady's.
He changed into a dark blue shirt and rough black jeans, not caring that the snow had now begun to fall quite heavily. When Storm knocked on his door she was wearing a long smoky gray pea coat over her loose jeans, her hair pulled away from her dark face and her lips painted a bright cherry red as if to ward off the chill in the air. "Ready for lunch cowboy?" She asked, regarding his clothes. "You're going to get sick" She said, and then remembered whom she was talking to and shrugged. "Forget I said anything. So are you ready?" He nodded and closed the door behind them.
O'Grady's was the same old smoky tavern that Logan had remembered. As he and Storm walked in, he was greeted by the middle-aged hostess with bright blonde hair that was made to cover her gray hairs, and mossy green eyes that Logan would have thought beautiful had she not covered them with layers of thick and cakey make-up. "Hi Handsome," She said as she placed a hand on his hard chest. "Hiya 'Mel my regular table, if it's available" She grinned, showing her white-capped teeth. "I always keep in open in case you'll be coming to visit us. Actually I've been hoping it. What's been keeping you?" "Just business" Logan said and raised an eyebrow as they waited for Amelia to take them to the table.
Amelia led Logan and Storm to the table by the window and set the menus on the table. "I'll take it you want a beer Logan?" She asked and he grinned up at her. "You know me too well. She will have a raspberry iced tea" He said and opened the menu although he already knew what he was going to have, but he couldn't stand the way that Amelia was looking at him, like he were something tasty that she would eat up. Before Amelia left, she gave Storm an evil look.
Once she moved away to take the order at another table, Storm grinned at him. "Amelia's in love with you Logan" He looked up from the menu to pin Storm with his intense eyes. "She just thinks she is, I've known her for a long time. 7 marriages, 10 divorces," Before Storm asked how she could have been divorced more times then she was married, he added. "She married one man, Rob Grayson, three times. Her name now is Amelia McCormick, but her legal name is Amelia McCormick-Carter-Barry-Grayson-Landry-Torrance-Martin- Ware"
Storm laughed and pretended not to notice the way that Amelia was looking at her. "What do ya'll want to eat?" She asked as she pulled out a pad of white paper. "Double cheeseburger with extra fries and she'll have a ceaser salad, ranch not thousand island, and a cup of French onion soup" Logan said briskly and Amelia pouted when he didn't notice the new lipstick she was trying out.
"So why does she have it so hot for you?" Storm asked as she played with the velvety soft petals of a powder blue lily that sat in a squat blushing ivory color vase. "Because of my total and overpowering masculinity" When Storm laughed, he shook his head. "Nah, a long time ago I said some things that she took the wrong way and she's kind of been hanging off me ever since." Deciding not to press what he meant by 'some things', she took a sip of the pale raspberry tea that Amelia had set on the table when she took their orders.
There was a silence that was fine with the both of them. Storm admired the fresco paintings on the wall while Logan listened to the sounds of New York during the winter. The footsteps, the occasional screech of tires or honk of a taxicab, pressed by the disgruntled driver to the jogger who ignored the sign, were all parts of New York that he loved. His quite observation was broken when Amelia returned with their food.
Logan was just layering ketchup on the sizzling meat when the little X- shaped phone that he had tucked into his pocket began to ring and vibrate angrily. He took it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?" He asked. After a minute he held the little X out to Storm. "It's Charles. He says its important" She took the phone from him and held it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, playing with the soup idly with the spoon. She dropped the spoon with a small clatter, which spilled some soup on the white tablecloth. "Abby Hudson is at the school".
"I don't know. I hope she does" Storm flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her face up to the falling snow. "She doesn't know that she's a mutant, but she better figure it out soon" Scott shrugged his broad shoulders and pulled the doors open. There was a whoosh of hot air and they moaned uncomfortably.
Logan and Kurt were talking in the hall, which surprised Storm because lately Kurt hadn't really talked to anyone. She supposed that Kurt really only spoke to Logan because they were both prickly creatures. When they entered, Kurt looked up, his dark yellow eyes observing Storm and Scott calmly but saying nothing.
Following Kurt's gaze, Logan saw Scott and Storm. "Have fun in New Jersey?" He asked with a razor sharp smile. "Yeah we did actually, thanks Logan" Scott said brushing past him. Storm smiled at Scott's back. "He can't be that different, he still hates you" Storm said as she shifted her eyes from Scott to Logan. "Glad to be of service" Logan murmured and began to feel around in his pockets for a cigar.
"The professor's not going to like it if you smoke in the school" Storm said reprimanding him. "Yeah," Was all he said and gave up his search. "Where's Charles?" Storm asked. "Why?" She rolled his eyes. It was almost impossible to get an answer out of Logan. 'But,' Storm supposed. 'If you could then he wouldn't really be Logan'. "Never mind I'll find him myself" Logan laughed a rich rolling sound when Storm pushed past him, but it was like shoving a brick wall.
"Tell me first" He said as he gripped Storm's wrists. "Who's the new mutant?" "Dr.Hudson" Storm said and when he wouldn't let go of her wrists, she sent tiny electrical currents running through her, zapping his hands. He quickly let go but followed Storm as she went down the hallway. "Maybe you didn't understand me." Logan said. "I understood you Logan" She said, getting a little irritated. "No you didn't. If I wanted to know the name, I would have said 'who's the knew person' but I didn't"
Annoyed, Storm turned to him. "Draca" Logan raised a near black eyebrow and considered it. "Draca's a chicks name" He said slowly and a grin spread across his face. "So the good doctor is a girl huh?" He said slyly. "Yes. Her name is Abby Hudson" His dark eyes lightened. "Get that look off your face Logan Hill," Storm said with a sarcastic smile. "She's not even decided to come to the school yet"
"At least tell me what she looks like then?" Storm rolled her eyes. It was another part of being Logan and she loved him like he was her brother, so she humored him. "About 24, my height. Huge blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. A pretty thing but has a layer of ice around her." Logan nodded, deciding he would approve of her if she decided to come to the school. "How are her legs?" Storm laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder.
"Let me take you out to lunch in an hour" Logan said suddenly. Storm raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He smiled down at her. "Well because I figure I'll be hungry in an hour. Come to O'Grady's with me and I'll buy you a cup of that French onion soup you love so much" She seemed to consider it for a moment. "Fine, but I want salad with it" Logan grinned. "You drive a hard bargain Munroe." He said as he wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders and placed a kiss on her temple.
Logan watched her walk down the hallway to her room. He sighed and went to see if there was any beer in the 'fridge yet. He walked into the kitchen and saw Scott staring out the window that was now layered with snow. "See anything interesting?" Logan asked sarcastically and Scott didn't bother to turn to him. Logan rolled his dark brown eyes and pulled the door open on the white 'fridge. No beer. He closed to door and decided that he'd grab some down at O'Grady's.
He changed into a dark blue shirt and rough black jeans, not caring that the snow had now begun to fall quite heavily. When Storm knocked on his door she was wearing a long smoky gray pea coat over her loose jeans, her hair pulled away from her dark face and her lips painted a bright cherry red as if to ward off the chill in the air. "Ready for lunch cowboy?" She asked, regarding his clothes. "You're going to get sick" She said, and then remembered whom she was talking to and shrugged. "Forget I said anything. So are you ready?" He nodded and closed the door behind them.
O'Grady's was the same old smoky tavern that Logan had remembered. As he and Storm walked in, he was greeted by the middle-aged hostess with bright blonde hair that was made to cover her gray hairs, and mossy green eyes that Logan would have thought beautiful had she not covered them with layers of thick and cakey make-up. "Hi Handsome," She said as she placed a hand on his hard chest. "Hiya 'Mel my regular table, if it's available" She grinned, showing her white-capped teeth. "I always keep in open in case you'll be coming to visit us. Actually I've been hoping it. What's been keeping you?" "Just business" Logan said and raised an eyebrow as they waited for Amelia to take them to the table.
Amelia led Logan and Storm to the table by the window and set the menus on the table. "I'll take it you want a beer Logan?" She asked and he grinned up at her. "You know me too well. She will have a raspberry iced tea" He said and opened the menu although he already knew what he was going to have, but he couldn't stand the way that Amelia was looking at him, like he were something tasty that she would eat up. Before Amelia left, she gave Storm an evil look.
Once she moved away to take the order at another table, Storm grinned at him. "Amelia's in love with you Logan" He looked up from the menu to pin Storm with his intense eyes. "She just thinks she is, I've known her for a long time. 7 marriages, 10 divorces," Before Storm asked how she could have been divorced more times then she was married, he added. "She married one man, Rob Grayson, three times. Her name now is Amelia McCormick, but her legal name is Amelia McCormick-Carter-Barry-Grayson-Landry-Torrance-Martin- Ware"
Storm laughed and pretended not to notice the way that Amelia was looking at her. "What do ya'll want to eat?" She asked as she pulled out a pad of white paper. "Double cheeseburger with extra fries and she'll have a ceaser salad, ranch not thousand island, and a cup of French onion soup" Logan said briskly and Amelia pouted when he didn't notice the new lipstick she was trying out.
"So why does she have it so hot for you?" Storm asked as she played with the velvety soft petals of a powder blue lily that sat in a squat blushing ivory color vase. "Because of my total and overpowering masculinity" When Storm laughed, he shook his head. "Nah, a long time ago I said some things that she took the wrong way and she's kind of been hanging off me ever since." Deciding not to press what he meant by 'some things', she took a sip of the pale raspberry tea that Amelia had set on the table when she took their orders.
There was a silence that was fine with the both of them. Storm admired the fresco paintings on the wall while Logan listened to the sounds of New York during the winter. The footsteps, the occasional screech of tires or honk of a taxicab, pressed by the disgruntled driver to the jogger who ignored the sign, were all parts of New York that he loved. His quite observation was broken when Amelia returned with their food.
Logan was just layering ketchup on the sizzling meat when the little X- shaped phone that he had tucked into his pocket began to ring and vibrate angrily. He took it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?" He asked. After a minute he held the little X out to Storm. "It's Charles. He says its important" She took the phone from him and held it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked, playing with the soup idly with the spoon. She dropped the spoon with a small clatter, which spilled some soup on the white tablecloth. "Abby Hudson is at the school".