Chapter 4
Another Day In Paradise
Part 5
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Charlie watched her friend move down the hall. Something was upsetting her but what? She looked back to the dining room doors and saw Logan stick his head out, before he walked away from the doors. Charlie had sensed that there was something going on between him and her luietenent. He had looked a little worse for wear when he had tried to sneek into the mansion earlier, his clothes ripped and bloody. She had shaken her head and dismissed the blood remembering that he could heal his wounds.
She watched as he made to follow Leona, hoping that he would stay away from her. She turned back to the dining hall and entered behind the guys. Kurt and CM were happily making their plates, stacking them high with fish, beans, and hush puppies. She blinked. Hush puppies! She jumped in front of Moose and butted him away from the line.
"Hey!" he yelped, feeling Charlie's elbow in his side.
"Stuff it! Do you know how long it's been since I have had hush puppies? Do you?" she asked, placing seven of them on her plate, avoiding what she knew to be catfish, she really hated catfish, and heaped beans on her plate.
Moose, Tag, and Major looked at the little African girl. Then Major asked the question that they all wanted to know. "Why do you talk with a Southern accent if you are from Ghana, Charlie?"
She turned from filling a glass with iced, sweet tea and dropped a lemon into it. She smiled a little, picking a puppie up and biting into it. "Because I was raised in Tenneessee until I was fourteen, and then Pop died. Momma took me back to her home in Ghana. I spent that last two years there and then I enrolled in med school, but before I was accepted, I was sent to boot and ended up in Leona's outfit. You know the rest from there." She laughed at their expressions. "What?"
Moose had used the opportunity to grab a heaping plate of fish, beans, and the cornmeal creation. He had never had catfish or hush puppies before, so he piled as much on his plate as he could.
Rogue and Jean looked at each other, smiling, forgetting for the moment that one was the perfect student and the other was the angsty Gothic beauty. *Good thing we made enough to feed two armies!* they sent to each other at the same time. They both laughed at their private joke, Scott looking at Jean like she was nuts.
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Leona looked around the cabin of her ship and finally found the small laptop that served as her log. She slid the lid open and powered it up. She waited a few seconds and sent the little mouse skittering over the screen to the logbook. She tapped it once. Events from the last two and a half years scrolled past. She read some of the entries, smiling at some, a few tears leaking from her eyes as she read over that fateful week that had nearly ended the lives of the Heaven's Misfits. She wiped them away and focused on the newest entry she would be writing.
She never heard or sensed the man that climbed into the ship behind her, or stood watching her as she wrote. She hadn't even turned around to see a shadow fade into the relative darkeness in the hangar.
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Logan growled low in his throat. He had wanted to apologize to the crazy woman, but he had watched as Sabretooth bathed the wound that he had inflicted on her, with his tongue. Logan had wanted to kill the man right there. He had barely stopped himself when he had seen Leona jerk up, breaking the contact that Sabre had had on her. Not two mintutes after that, Sabretooth had slung himself away from her, leaving her staring after him with confusion left in his wake.
Logan had smelled their arousal, musky and heady. He had wondered at Leona's scent mixing with Victor's but it was just as surprising to catch his as well. Logan's nose had wrinkled at that, a little embarrassed, but he had fought it down. He had watched her slip her shirt on and like a sleepwalker, climb aboard the Wolves Tears. He had waited a few minutes, catching her mumbling about laptops and messes, and slipped in behind her.
He watched as she read through several pages of her log, assuming that was what she held in front of her. He had seen her laugh and then cry. He had stepped a little closer to view that part. He had read how she had sent a group called Heaven's Misfits into a cavern, not knowing that the Warrior bugs had lain in wait, digging a hidden trench that had sent the unknowing Misfits to a very bad end. If she had not sensed the bugs at the last second she would have lost everyone, including her dear friend Katlyn 'CM' Crazymoon. A brain bug had been shielding the simple minds carefully, and she had nearly lost her team as well as her own life in that skirmish.
Logan backed away and crept from the ship, feeling horrible. He didn't feel that way often, but when he did it hurt. He had tried to prove that they were not what they seemed and he had nearly killed a woman over hurt pride!
Logan had left as quietly as he came, shutting the door softly and heading for the Danger Room to work off some self-pity. He hated what he had nearly done and having the Room beat the shit out of him would be punishment in itself.
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Charles felt the waves of shame flow off of Logan as he passed by the Professor, hidden in the shadows. It wasn't often that Logan missed him, unless he was deep in thought. He wondered at the emotions that poured from him, watching the feral enter the elevator. Charles sighed and headed for the dining hall. Ororo was still upstairs with Jamie, having dinner with him in his room. He felt sorry for the boy and decided to send Charlie up to him in the morning.
He was seriously thinking of asking Leona and her crew to stay on at the mansion. He only had Jean and himself as telepaths, and he had a feeling that Leona also had TK powers as well. He had felt a little zap happen in the dining room earlier and Remy's pained runoff. Charlie with her healing powers would be a great asset to use against the coming battles, as well as the others.
He could also use Leona, Major and Tagawa to help teach the kids how to fight. He really must take a look at that transport and the weapons that the Wolves Tears carried. He felt that he was in for a grand ride with this group. He smiled and wheeled his way to the dining room for his supper.
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How was that one? A little more on the Triangle, and a foreshadowing of things to come.
*glares at CT*
She needs to get cracking, I'm floundering here! We need some comedy!
*throws a cellophaned cat at CT*
Where's the food fight?!
*ducks as the now drolly looking on cat is thrown at her head*
Another Day In Paradise
Part 5
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Charlie watched her friend move down the hall. Something was upsetting her but what? She looked back to the dining room doors and saw Logan stick his head out, before he walked away from the doors. Charlie had sensed that there was something going on between him and her luietenent. He had looked a little worse for wear when he had tried to sneek into the mansion earlier, his clothes ripped and bloody. She had shaken her head and dismissed the blood remembering that he could heal his wounds.
She watched as he made to follow Leona, hoping that he would stay away from her. She turned back to the dining hall and entered behind the guys. Kurt and CM were happily making their plates, stacking them high with fish, beans, and hush puppies. She blinked. Hush puppies! She jumped in front of Moose and butted him away from the line.
"Hey!" he yelped, feeling Charlie's elbow in his side.
"Stuff it! Do you know how long it's been since I have had hush puppies? Do you?" she asked, placing seven of them on her plate, avoiding what she knew to be catfish, she really hated catfish, and heaped beans on her plate.
Moose, Tag, and Major looked at the little African girl. Then Major asked the question that they all wanted to know. "Why do you talk with a Southern accent if you are from Ghana, Charlie?"
She turned from filling a glass with iced, sweet tea and dropped a lemon into it. She smiled a little, picking a puppie up and biting into it. "Because I was raised in Tenneessee until I was fourteen, and then Pop died. Momma took me back to her home in Ghana. I spent that last two years there and then I enrolled in med school, but before I was accepted, I was sent to boot and ended up in Leona's outfit. You know the rest from there." She laughed at their expressions. "What?"
Moose had used the opportunity to grab a heaping plate of fish, beans, and the cornmeal creation. He had never had catfish or hush puppies before, so he piled as much on his plate as he could.
Rogue and Jean looked at each other, smiling, forgetting for the moment that one was the perfect student and the other was the angsty Gothic beauty. *Good thing we made enough to feed two armies!* they sent to each other at the same time. They both laughed at their private joke, Scott looking at Jean like she was nuts.
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Leona looked around the cabin of her ship and finally found the small laptop that served as her log. She slid the lid open and powered it up. She waited a few seconds and sent the little mouse skittering over the screen to the logbook. She tapped it once. Events from the last two and a half years scrolled past. She read some of the entries, smiling at some, a few tears leaking from her eyes as she read over that fateful week that had nearly ended the lives of the Heaven's Misfits. She wiped them away and focused on the newest entry she would be writing.
She never heard or sensed the man that climbed into the ship behind her, or stood watching her as she wrote. She hadn't even turned around to see a shadow fade into the relative darkeness in the hangar.
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Logan growled low in his throat. He had wanted to apologize to the crazy woman, but he had watched as Sabretooth bathed the wound that he had inflicted on her, with his tongue. Logan had wanted to kill the man right there. He had barely stopped himself when he had seen Leona jerk up, breaking the contact that Sabre had had on her. Not two mintutes after that, Sabretooth had slung himself away from her, leaving her staring after him with confusion left in his wake.
Logan had smelled their arousal, musky and heady. He had wondered at Leona's scent mixing with Victor's but it was just as surprising to catch his as well. Logan's nose had wrinkled at that, a little embarrassed, but he had fought it down. He had watched her slip her shirt on and like a sleepwalker, climb aboard the Wolves Tears. He had waited a few minutes, catching her mumbling about laptops and messes, and slipped in behind her.
He watched as she read through several pages of her log, assuming that was what she held in front of her. He had seen her laugh and then cry. He had stepped a little closer to view that part. He had read how she had sent a group called Heaven's Misfits into a cavern, not knowing that the Warrior bugs had lain in wait, digging a hidden trench that had sent the unknowing Misfits to a very bad end. If she had not sensed the bugs at the last second she would have lost everyone, including her dear friend Katlyn 'CM' Crazymoon. A brain bug had been shielding the simple minds carefully, and she had nearly lost her team as well as her own life in that skirmish.
Logan backed away and crept from the ship, feeling horrible. He didn't feel that way often, but when he did it hurt. He had tried to prove that they were not what they seemed and he had nearly killed a woman over hurt pride!
Logan had left as quietly as he came, shutting the door softly and heading for the Danger Room to work off some self-pity. He hated what he had nearly done and having the Room beat the shit out of him would be punishment in itself.
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Charles felt the waves of shame flow off of Logan as he passed by the Professor, hidden in the shadows. It wasn't often that Logan missed him, unless he was deep in thought. He wondered at the emotions that poured from him, watching the feral enter the elevator. Charles sighed and headed for the dining hall. Ororo was still upstairs with Jamie, having dinner with him in his room. He felt sorry for the boy and decided to send Charlie up to him in the morning.
He was seriously thinking of asking Leona and her crew to stay on at the mansion. He only had Jean and himself as telepaths, and he had a feeling that Leona also had TK powers as well. He had felt a little zap happen in the dining room earlier and Remy's pained runoff. Charlie with her healing powers would be a great asset to use against the coming battles, as well as the others.
He could also use Leona, Major and Tagawa to help teach the kids how to fight. He really must take a look at that transport and the weapons that the Wolves Tears carried. He felt that he was in for a grand ride with this group. He smiled and wheeled his way to the dining room for his supper.
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How was that one? A little more on the Triangle, and a foreshadowing of things to come.
*glares at CT*
She needs to get cracking, I'm floundering here! We need some comedy!
*throws a cellophaned cat at CT*
Where's the food fight?!
*ducks as the now drolly looking on cat is thrown at her head*