"Do you have even the slightest idea how we're suppoused to find this kid of yours?"Logan demands, glowering at Rogue as she scans the streets around them,"Why would he be in this part of town anyway?" She ignores him for a moment, then answers after a few moments. "New or old Brotherhood Hideout...take your pick, Logan." "Didn't we kill them at the....uh..statue of Liberty?" "No, dear, they've been back about two and a half years. Their new place is around here or old place whichever. They were here before Tara and Landon came to us,"she explains slowly as if speaking to a child. Logan glares at her and inspects the bike to make sure she hadn't broken or damaged anything; she hadn't, which annoys him further. "You said London left for a reason. Why would he go back?" "His name's Landon, Logan. A not O and he did...If you're desperate, you'll go back." The last words are spoken more to herself, then him. Logan feels a light pang of guilt. He stares at her a moment, watching her scan the crowd as if looking for something specific. He speaks to her back since she wasn't looking at him and probaly wouldn't for awhile. "I didn't come back because I was desperate, Marie..."
"Never said you did. Quit talking and come on...I know where he'll be,"Rogue calls back to him already beginning to walk away and toward some very seedy bar-like place. Logan shakes his head. I swear if I weren't around she'd get herself killed. He reluctantly follows her into the bar, keeping a close eye on her; several of the male occupants whistle or look at her. He puts an end to this with a single glare toward the table that was doing the most to antagonize her; none of it seems to be bothering Rogue. Logan moves so that his mouth presses against her ear. "How often do you come here?" "Not often enough,"she replies, stopping at the bar,"Get me Mortimer now." Her command is short and spoken to the blonde-haired guy behind the bar. The guy simply looks her up and down, then shrugs. "And you would be?" "Tell him it's about Nanaki...he'll come,"Rogue replies, leaning over the counter just enough to give him a slight view of her clevage. The blonde smirks, says something to someone else, then vanishes through a door at the back.
Logan scowls and grips her arm, turning her back to face him. "What is with your little display just then?"he demands, glaring down at her. She shrugs, drawing his attention to her bare shoulder; he curbs the urge to do something about it. He sweeps his gaze from head to foot on her. She'd changed into jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt that fell off her shoulders and fit much too well for his liking. "This how you get all your information?" "Could be. Not that you would know now would you, Logan?" Her smiles turns into a cold smirk. Logan growls and pins her back against the bar. "Keep those comments up and I'm going to show you how much I know,"he growls, giving into the urge to taste her shoulder. Someone clears their throat behind them and he stop and releases her as they face the person who'd coughed. Toad stood before them. There was barely a diffrence in the person they'd fought and "killed" four years earlier, except that his gaze was appreciative as it swept over Rogue. "About time, Toad." Logan growls again. "Heel your dog, girl. What's this about Nanaki? Something wrong?"
Rogue shakes her head. "Nah, but it got your ass out here didn't it. Where's Landon?" "Who?"Toad questions, feigning innocence at the name. "Stop playing dumb, Toad. You know who Landon is...he around?" "How would I know? I could care less if he was dead....Landon's a prick anyw--"the rest of his sentence is cut off as Logan grabs the front of his shirt and shoves his blades against Toad's throat. "Where's the kid, Toad?"he demands, pressing the blades in just enough to draw light blood. Rogue hisses behind him. "Logan, knock it off..." "Heel your mutt and I'll tell you.." "Let him go, Logan." He releases Toad and steps back, returning his blades into his hand. Toad rubs his throat and scowls. "I'm only telling because I'm sick of his attitude and because you're disturbing my customers.....You know where the place. He's probaly on the roof sulking. Saber gave him an ass kicking as a welcome home present. Now get out." Rogue smiles sweetly,"With pleasure, Toad."
Logan watches as she turns on her heel and walks out, without a backward glance; he follows her. Maybe kid's got more guts then I give her credit for. Hell of a way to get information. "You coming or not?" "Coming...."
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"Are you about ready, Jean? Charles is expecting us...." Scott knocks lightly on the door of the bathroom, waiting for his wife. There's silence from the other end. "Jean, are you okay? Jean!" He slams his fist against the door several times. It opens and she steps into their room; her eyes are slightly more alive then before. "Yes, Scott?" "Charles is expecting us. You ready to go down to dinner?"he questions, brushing a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. Jean simply nods, drawing his attention to the jeweled earrings in her ears and the plain jeans and blue sweater she wore. Scott smiles, realizing how much she resembled the Jean he'd fallen in love with. He leans down and kisses her, gently. She stands still within his kiss and he gives up after a moment. Sometimes she responded, sometimes she ignored him.
"Ready to go?"Scott questions, putting one arm around her as he opens the door. She nods and allows him to lead her out into the hall. Scott sighs, remembering the expression in Logan's eyes when they'd spoken in the study. There'd been the usual arrogance, but also guilt(he knew even if Logan would never admit it) and anguish. Maybe I'm just reading too much into it, he thinks, continuing to lead Jean toward the kitchen where they'd eat. Voices from another room, a nearby one, draw his attention and he stops walking. "It doesn't make since, though, Remus,"a female voice says seconds before the sound of something slamming into the floor and a muffled groan come,"Sorry." "It's okay, Kristal...you're not meant to understand everything or this would be a hell of a world or at least that's what Bobby says,"a second voice replies. There's silence for a few moments, then only the sound of heavy breathing as if someone had been doing something stimulatingly physical. Or someone, Scott thinks, but quickly pushes the thought away at the next words. Jean had simply begun to stare off down the hall. "Bobby said Rogue was never really his to begin with...she always belonged to Logan or at least some part of her..." There's quiet laughter from the first person, Kristal, the other had called her.
"Scott, I thought we were going to dinner?"Jean questions, sounding almost normal as she pulls on his sleeve. She'd often done it before they'd lost the baby when she wanted him to stop something or was uncomfortable. Scott smiles. "We are, dear. Let's go...I was just thinking,"he lies, taking her arm once again and leading her to the kitchen. She follows like a child, without a word. Xavier greets them instantly. "Scott, Jean, have a seat..." Scott helps his wife to sit, then takes his own seat beside her. "Where are Logan, Ororo, and Rogue?" He scans the table and realizes they were alone. Xavier sighs,"Logan's helping Rogue with one of her alliance members' who's run off and Ororo's already eaten. She was down here earlier, but retired to her bedroom....were you wanting to speak with either of them?" Scott shakes his head and looks up from his food; he suddenly wasn't all that hungry. He notices Charles' eyes keep going to Jean, silently eating her food. There was a hint of worry and also what appears to be....fear? Why would he be afraid of Jean? ~I'm not afraid of her, Scott. I'm afraid for her.~
"Never said you did. Quit talking and come on...I know where he'll be,"Rogue calls back to him already beginning to walk away and toward some very seedy bar-like place. Logan shakes his head. I swear if I weren't around she'd get herself killed. He reluctantly follows her into the bar, keeping a close eye on her; several of the male occupants whistle or look at her. He puts an end to this with a single glare toward the table that was doing the most to antagonize her; none of it seems to be bothering Rogue. Logan moves so that his mouth presses against her ear. "How often do you come here?" "Not often enough,"she replies, stopping at the bar,"Get me Mortimer now." Her command is short and spoken to the blonde-haired guy behind the bar. The guy simply looks her up and down, then shrugs. "And you would be?" "Tell him it's about Nanaki...he'll come,"Rogue replies, leaning over the counter just enough to give him a slight view of her clevage. The blonde smirks, says something to someone else, then vanishes through a door at the back.
Logan scowls and grips her arm, turning her back to face him. "What is with your little display just then?"he demands, glaring down at her. She shrugs, drawing his attention to her bare shoulder; he curbs the urge to do something about it. He sweeps his gaze from head to foot on her. She'd changed into jeans and a gray long-sleeved shirt that fell off her shoulders and fit much too well for his liking. "This how you get all your information?" "Could be. Not that you would know now would you, Logan?" Her smiles turns into a cold smirk. Logan growls and pins her back against the bar. "Keep those comments up and I'm going to show you how much I know,"he growls, giving into the urge to taste her shoulder. Someone clears their throat behind them and he stop and releases her as they face the person who'd coughed. Toad stood before them. There was barely a diffrence in the person they'd fought and "killed" four years earlier, except that his gaze was appreciative as it swept over Rogue. "About time, Toad." Logan growls again. "Heel your dog, girl. What's this about Nanaki? Something wrong?"
Rogue shakes her head. "Nah, but it got your ass out here didn't it. Where's Landon?" "Who?"Toad questions, feigning innocence at the name. "Stop playing dumb, Toad. You know who Landon is...he around?" "How would I know? I could care less if he was dead....Landon's a prick anyw--"the rest of his sentence is cut off as Logan grabs the front of his shirt and shoves his blades against Toad's throat. "Where's the kid, Toad?"he demands, pressing the blades in just enough to draw light blood. Rogue hisses behind him. "Logan, knock it off..." "Heel your mutt and I'll tell you.." "Let him go, Logan." He releases Toad and steps back, returning his blades into his hand. Toad rubs his throat and scowls. "I'm only telling because I'm sick of his attitude and because you're disturbing my customers.....You know where the place. He's probaly on the roof sulking. Saber gave him an ass kicking as a welcome home present. Now get out." Rogue smiles sweetly,"With pleasure, Toad."
Logan watches as she turns on her heel and walks out, without a backward glance; he follows her. Maybe kid's got more guts then I give her credit for. Hell of a way to get information. "You coming or not?" "Coming...."
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"Are you about ready, Jean? Charles is expecting us...." Scott knocks lightly on the door of the bathroom, waiting for his wife. There's silence from the other end. "Jean, are you okay? Jean!" He slams his fist against the door several times. It opens and she steps into their room; her eyes are slightly more alive then before. "Yes, Scott?" "Charles is expecting us. You ready to go down to dinner?"he questions, brushing a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. Jean simply nods, drawing his attention to the jeweled earrings in her ears and the plain jeans and blue sweater she wore. Scott smiles, realizing how much she resembled the Jean he'd fallen in love with. He leans down and kisses her, gently. She stands still within his kiss and he gives up after a moment. Sometimes she responded, sometimes she ignored him.
"Ready to go?"Scott questions, putting one arm around her as he opens the door. She nods and allows him to lead her out into the hall. Scott sighs, remembering the expression in Logan's eyes when they'd spoken in the study. There'd been the usual arrogance, but also guilt(he knew even if Logan would never admit it) and anguish. Maybe I'm just reading too much into it, he thinks, continuing to lead Jean toward the kitchen where they'd eat. Voices from another room, a nearby one, draw his attention and he stops walking. "It doesn't make since, though, Remus,"a female voice says seconds before the sound of something slamming into the floor and a muffled groan come,"Sorry." "It's okay, Kristal...you're not meant to understand everything or this would be a hell of a world or at least that's what Bobby says,"a second voice replies. There's silence for a few moments, then only the sound of heavy breathing as if someone had been doing something stimulatingly physical. Or someone, Scott thinks, but quickly pushes the thought away at the next words. Jean had simply begun to stare off down the hall. "Bobby said Rogue was never really his to begin with...she always belonged to Logan or at least some part of her..." There's quiet laughter from the first person, Kristal, the other had called her.
"Scott, I thought we were going to dinner?"Jean questions, sounding almost normal as she pulls on his sleeve. She'd often done it before they'd lost the baby when she wanted him to stop something or was uncomfortable. Scott smiles. "We are, dear. Let's go...I was just thinking,"he lies, taking her arm once again and leading her to the kitchen. She follows like a child, without a word. Xavier greets them instantly. "Scott, Jean, have a seat..." Scott helps his wife to sit, then takes his own seat beside her. "Where are Logan, Ororo, and Rogue?" He scans the table and realizes they were alone. Xavier sighs,"Logan's helping Rogue with one of her alliance members' who's run off and Ororo's already eaten. She was down here earlier, but retired to her bedroom....were you wanting to speak with either of them?" Scott shakes his head and looks up from his food; he suddenly wasn't all that hungry. He notices Charles' eyes keep going to Jean, silently eating her food. There was a hint of worry and also what appears to be....fear? Why would he be afraid of Jean? ~I'm not afraid of her, Scott. I'm afraid for her.~