Chapter 2
Introductions
Part 2
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Leona yawned and stretched. Sunlight streamed into her room and she groaned. What time is it? she thought. She had never felt so tired in all her life. She stood up and scratched her head and glanced around. Then she remembered what happened and where she was. Then another image hit her. She groaned and fell back onto the bed.
Logan caught up to her as she made her way to the guest wing. He grabbed her arm and jerked her to a stop. He had growled at her.
"I can't say this enough. I don't like you and your story doesn't jive."
Leona sighed and pulled her arm free of Logan's bruising grip. "I don't really care what you think, Logan. I'm tired, confused, and this close," she said, showing him to fingers within milimeters of touching, "to zapping you."
Logan snorted. "Zap me? With what, lady?"
Leona smiled evilly and explained with delight, "Oh, I forgot to mention this to Charles, but I also have telekenisis. So don't push your luck with me, bub."
With that Leona had stalked to her room and promptly fell asleep.
She crawled from her bed and looked around the room. Serviceable and clean, it sported a bed, dresser, nightstand, armoire, and a bathroom. She looked in the armoire and saw her gunny laying there. She thanked CM for grabbing it and putting in her room.
She rummaged around and found a pair of khakis and a black babydoll shirt with a vintage band called Korn on it. She rather liked the old group. They were very emotional and dark. She tottered off into the bathroom and showered.
A half-hour later, she left her room and knocked on Katlyn's door. When she failed to answer it, Leona stretched her mind and found that three of her crew were still asleep. CM, Major and Tagawa were still sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. She smiled and went to find Charlie and Moose.
Leona fell in love with the layout of the mansion. The guest wing was set back on the west side of the house, supposedly away from the members of the house. Very thoughtful. It was huge. She remembered the castles and large estates back home in Inverness and thought that this house was better lain out. She came upon the grand staircase and descended into the foyer. She glanced around until she heard voices coming from a hallway off the main hall.
As she wandered nearer, she heard Moose's laughter and smiled. He was regaling someone about that disastorous mission on Hydora. She walked into the room and stopped dead. There were everyone from the night before except Erik, Dr. McCoy, and Charles. There seemed to be a couple more that she had failed to see last night.
"LT! Glad you could make it!" Moose called to her when he saw her staring. "Come and have some breakfast," he said holding out a forkful of fluffy eggs.
"Just don't throw it at me this time, Moose," Leona said, sitting next to a charming man with red hair.
"Sit here, cheri," the man said in a lilting Cajun tone. "We get you some victals ta make yah smack yah mamman, oui?"
Leona looked askance at the man, edging away from him. "You scare me, Cajun. You just keep your hands to yourself, oui?" she told him, glaring at him.
"Remy le Beaux, mam'selle," he introduced himself.
"Leona Wolfe, mon ami."
"Ah know," Remy said, grinning.
"Remy, boss lady hasn't ponied up to a man sin...OWW!" Moose cried as his fork smacked him in the head repeatedly. "Sorry, I didn't know it was a secret!" prying the fork off his face.
Charlie snickered and drank her coffee. "Don't come crawling to me later when you have bruises, Moose. I am not going to fix them for you!" At that she died laughing, nearly scalding herself.
Leona sighed. Not before her first cup of caffiene. She looked up and a very tall and forbidding figure handed her some coffee. He was the same one from the night before.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. To her amazement he blushed. Now what was that about?
"LT? Where are we?" a now subdued Moose asked.
"We are in Bayville, New York, Moose. And these are our hosts," Leona told the boy, taking a sip. He did look younger, but was still just as large. "What in the hell do they feed you men from Morrocco?" she asked aloud.
Moose choked on his eggs. The same silent man slapped him on his back until Moose waved him away.
Remy thought it best to intervene. "How 'bout Ah introduce yah to tha fellas, oui? Yah squad membahs have alreadah met tha othahs."
The tall quiet one stood up and said in a distictly Russian accent, "I am Poitr Nikolaievitch Rasputin."
"I'm St. John Allerdyce, shiela," a blonde man said standing up halfway then sitting to finish his breakfast.
A lanky and rough looking young man stood up and stared at the woman. "I'm Lance Alvers and why do I feel like I'm at an AA meeting?"
The others she had already met. Logan and Ororo sat at the end of the table and ate their breakfast quietly. Leona made her hellos and fixed a plate of bisquits, eggs and white gravy.
Before she could even get one bite to her lips, a small door off the kitchen burst open. In strode the most amazing male she had ever seen! He was huge. He sniffed the air and stomped over to the table.
Glaring at the new people invading the dining room, he asked in a demanding tone, "Who the hell are these people? What the hell is this? Recruitment week?" He snorted and went to each of the new people and sniffed them.
He wanted to know who was wearing the honeysuckle smell. It tickled his nose and made him remember a pleasent scene from his tortured childhood. The little black girl wasn't the one and he doubted that the big Morroccon would wear it, but he had his doubts. He finally halted behind the pretty little female that had stared at him. He sniffed again. She was the one.
The man spun her around in her chair. She noticed that Remy had backed away and Logan was standing now, no doubt growling. His blonde hair smelled of the outdoors and his sniffed her hair. He leaned down further to look into her eyes. She gulped. Never had she seen a more cougar shaped face than his. His movements reminded her of the majestic creatures of the Americas.
Victor was stunned to see the female wasn't scared of him. Usually girls ran from him screaming in terror. All he did was look at them. She was a pretty one too.
He pulled her hair down from the knot at the back of her head. Long black hair tumbled to her hips, still wet. Flashing emerald eyes, glared at him, daring him to touch her again. Her face was tanned to a gold color as well as the rest of her from what he could see. Nice form, very good muscle tone, she was showing a definite muscular tone now. Her breasts were nice and would just fill his palms....What the hell was he thinking!
Leona watched as he grunted and stalked back to the door and out of it.
"I have never in my life, seen something like that," Erik said from the doorway before exiting again, shaking his head.
Logan growled again and jerked away from the table stalking out of the dining room. Ororo stared after him before she sighed, got up, and deposited her plate in the dishwasher, trailing after Logan.
"What the hell just happened here?" Leona fired at the stunned Remy.
Remy smiled brittly and said, "That was Victor Creed. Yah have ta excuse him. He's...not in a good mood, chere."
"Uh-huh," she hummed. It was not an altogether unpleasent experience.
"Why don't you tell us who you are, Lee?" Lance threw at her around a mouthful of bisquit and gravy.
Leona took a bite of egg and gravy. She rolled her eyes in joy and took another bite. She swallowed and sipped her coffee to wash it down.
"Don't call me that, Alvers," Leona said. "I've eaten and spit out tougher guys than you. As to who I am, I am Lt. Leona Wolfe of S.I.C.O.N. on assignment from Psycological Operations to the George Washington. I was born in Inverness, Scotland. Was soon taken from there to live in the southern states before shipped back to Scotland to be poked and prodded by the government."
"Why?" asked Peter, looking interested.
"Because, Peter, I was an aberration, a mutant, in my dimension," Leona told him. "Just like you guys. Only my kind of mutation only happened rarely and it was the only mutation."
"Must be nice," Lance ground out.
"You would think so," Charlie piped up. Everyone turned to look at her. "But they treat them to all kinds of tests. They are awful! They run experiments and other kinds of torture on them. Only about forty percent of the pyschics make it out with their sanity and even that is questionable."
Remy paled and left the room, as well as Peter. Lance watched the former Acolytes leave, wondering what was wrong with them. As did Leona and Moose. Charlie felt sorry for them and excused herself.
"What a great morning this has turned out to be," Leona muttered into her coffee, which was cold.
"Just think, that man, Victor took a shine to you, LT!" Moose cut into her thoughts.
St. John snorted and orange juice flew from his nose. Maybe it was a good time to leave. He made a hasty exit, snickering the whole way.
Leona refilled her mug and left the dining room.
She smiled, feeling a little better, when she heard the terrified screams of Moose as various sharp knives chased him through the kitchen.
"I DIDN'T MEAN IT, LT!!!"
A very good morning indeed.
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A little lighter I think. *grins evilly* Torturing people is so much fun!!
Anyway, yes things are gonna get steamy so keep a lookout for fogged up windows!
Did I leave anything out? *looks into notes and grumbles about illegible writing*
Introductions
Part 2
________________________________________
Leona yawned and stretched. Sunlight streamed into her room and she groaned. What time is it? she thought. She had never felt so tired in all her life. She stood up and scratched her head and glanced around. Then she remembered what happened and where she was. Then another image hit her. She groaned and fell back onto the bed.
Logan caught up to her as she made her way to the guest wing. He grabbed her arm and jerked her to a stop. He had growled at her.
"I can't say this enough. I don't like you and your story doesn't jive."
Leona sighed and pulled her arm free of Logan's bruising grip. "I don't really care what you think, Logan. I'm tired, confused, and this close," she said, showing him to fingers within milimeters of touching, "to zapping you."
Logan snorted. "Zap me? With what, lady?"
Leona smiled evilly and explained with delight, "Oh, I forgot to mention this to Charles, but I also have telekenisis. So don't push your luck with me, bub."
With that Leona had stalked to her room and promptly fell asleep.
She crawled from her bed and looked around the room. Serviceable and clean, it sported a bed, dresser, nightstand, armoire, and a bathroom. She looked in the armoire and saw her gunny laying there. She thanked CM for grabbing it and putting in her room.
She rummaged around and found a pair of khakis and a black babydoll shirt with a vintage band called Korn on it. She rather liked the old group. They were very emotional and dark. She tottered off into the bathroom and showered.
A half-hour later, she left her room and knocked on Katlyn's door. When she failed to answer it, Leona stretched her mind and found that three of her crew were still asleep. CM, Major and Tagawa were still sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. She smiled and went to find Charlie and Moose.
Leona fell in love with the layout of the mansion. The guest wing was set back on the west side of the house, supposedly away from the members of the house. Very thoughtful. It was huge. She remembered the castles and large estates back home in Inverness and thought that this house was better lain out. She came upon the grand staircase and descended into the foyer. She glanced around until she heard voices coming from a hallway off the main hall.
As she wandered nearer, she heard Moose's laughter and smiled. He was regaling someone about that disastorous mission on Hydora. She walked into the room and stopped dead. There were everyone from the night before except Erik, Dr. McCoy, and Charles. There seemed to be a couple more that she had failed to see last night.
"LT! Glad you could make it!" Moose called to her when he saw her staring. "Come and have some breakfast," he said holding out a forkful of fluffy eggs.
"Just don't throw it at me this time, Moose," Leona said, sitting next to a charming man with red hair.
"Sit here, cheri," the man said in a lilting Cajun tone. "We get you some victals ta make yah smack yah mamman, oui?"
Leona looked askance at the man, edging away from him. "You scare me, Cajun. You just keep your hands to yourself, oui?" she told him, glaring at him.
"Remy le Beaux, mam'selle," he introduced himself.
"Leona Wolfe, mon ami."
"Ah know," Remy said, grinning.
"Remy, boss lady hasn't ponied up to a man sin...OWW!" Moose cried as his fork smacked him in the head repeatedly. "Sorry, I didn't know it was a secret!" prying the fork off his face.
Charlie snickered and drank her coffee. "Don't come crawling to me later when you have bruises, Moose. I am not going to fix them for you!" At that she died laughing, nearly scalding herself.
Leona sighed. Not before her first cup of caffiene. She looked up and a very tall and forbidding figure handed her some coffee. He was the same one from the night before.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. To her amazement he blushed. Now what was that about?
"LT? Where are we?" a now subdued Moose asked.
"We are in Bayville, New York, Moose. And these are our hosts," Leona told the boy, taking a sip. He did look younger, but was still just as large. "What in the hell do they feed you men from Morrocco?" she asked aloud.
Moose choked on his eggs. The same silent man slapped him on his back until Moose waved him away.
Remy thought it best to intervene. "How 'bout Ah introduce yah to tha fellas, oui? Yah squad membahs have alreadah met tha othahs."
The tall quiet one stood up and said in a distictly Russian accent, "I am Poitr Nikolaievitch Rasputin."
"I'm St. John Allerdyce, shiela," a blonde man said standing up halfway then sitting to finish his breakfast.
A lanky and rough looking young man stood up and stared at the woman. "I'm Lance Alvers and why do I feel like I'm at an AA meeting?"
The others she had already met. Logan and Ororo sat at the end of the table and ate their breakfast quietly. Leona made her hellos and fixed a plate of bisquits, eggs and white gravy.
Before she could even get one bite to her lips, a small door off the kitchen burst open. In strode the most amazing male she had ever seen! He was huge. He sniffed the air and stomped over to the table.
Glaring at the new people invading the dining room, he asked in a demanding tone, "Who the hell are these people? What the hell is this? Recruitment week?" He snorted and went to each of the new people and sniffed them.
He wanted to know who was wearing the honeysuckle smell. It tickled his nose and made him remember a pleasent scene from his tortured childhood. The little black girl wasn't the one and he doubted that the big Morroccon would wear it, but he had his doubts. He finally halted behind the pretty little female that had stared at him. He sniffed again. She was the one.
The man spun her around in her chair. She noticed that Remy had backed away and Logan was standing now, no doubt growling. His blonde hair smelled of the outdoors and his sniffed her hair. He leaned down further to look into her eyes. She gulped. Never had she seen a more cougar shaped face than his. His movements reminded her of the majestic creatures of the Americas.
Victor was stunned to see the female wasn't scared of him. Usually girls ran from him screaming in terror. All he did was look at them. She was a pretty one too.
He pulled her hair down from the knot at the back of her head. Long black hair tumbled to her hips, still wet. Flashing emerald eyes, glared at him, daring him to touch her again. Her face was tanned to a gold color as well as the rest of her from what he could see. Nice form, very good muscle tone, she was showing a definite muscular tone now. Her breasts were nice and would just fill his palms....What the hell was he thinking!
Leona watched as he grunted and stalked back to the door and out of it.
"I have never in my life, seen something like that," Erik said from the doorway before exiting again, shaking his head.
Logan growled again and jerked away from the table stalking out of the dining room. Ororo stared after him before she sighed, got up, and deposited her plate in the dishwasher, trailing after Logan.
"What the hell just happened here?" Leona fired at the stunned Remy.
Remy smiled brittly and said, "That was Victor Creed. Yah have ta excuse him. He's...not in a good mood, chere."
"Uh-huh," she hummed. It was not an altogether unpleasent experience.
"Why don't you tell us who you are, Lee?" Lance threw at her around a mouthful of bisquit and gravy.
Leona took a bite of egg and gravy. She rolled her eyes in joy and took another bite. She swallowed and sipped her coffee to wash it down.
"Don't call me that, Alvers," Leona said. "I've eaten and spit out tougher guys than you. As to who I am, I am Lt. Leona Wolfe of S.I.C.O.N. on assignment from Psycological Operations to the George Washington. I was born in Inverness, Scotland. Was soon taken from there to live in the southern states before shipped back to Scotland to be poked and prodded by the government."
"Why?" asked Peter, looking interested.
"Because, Peter, I was an aberration, a mutant, in my dimension," Leona told him. "Just like you guys. Only my kind of mutation only happened rarely and it was the only mutation."
"Must be nice," Lance ground out.
"You would think so," Charlie piped up. Everyone turned to look at her. "But they treat them to all kinds of tests. They are awful! They run experiments and other kinds of torture on them. Only about forty percent of the pyschics make it out with their sanity and even that is questionable."
Remy paled and left the room, as well as Peter. Lance watched the former Acolytes leave, wondering what was wrong with them. As did Leona and Moose. Charlie felt sorry for them and excused herself.
"What a great morning this has turned out to be," Leona muttered into her coffee, which was cold.
"Just think, that man, Victor took a shine to you, LT!" Moose cut into her thoughts.
St. John snorted and orange juice flew from his nose. Maybe it was a good time to leave. He made a hasty exit, snickering the whole way.
Leona refilled her mug and left the dining room.
She smiled, feeling a little better, when she heard the terrified screams of Moose as various sharp knives chased him through the kitchen.
"I DIDN'T MEAN IT, LT!!!"
A very good morning indeed.
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A little lighter I think. *grins evilly* Torturing people is so much fun!!
Anyway, yes things are gonna get steamy so keep a lookout for fogged up windows!
Did I leave anything out? *looks into notes and grumbles about illegible writing*