Three
Logan and I walked to Professor X's office, and I placed Pyro's lighter on his desk. He looked from me to Logan, and smirked.
"Still finding ways to get his work done I see."
"Stryker tried to attack Rogue." He said flame still apparent on his tongue. "He said he would've taken her."
"I'm glad I decided to have you go, Nightcrawler can only do so much with his teleporting you know, considering he had a knife to her throat." "Nice work, Storm will be pleased. Tomorrow, we need to make sure communications are cut, and figure out whether Magneto and Stryker are working together on this."
Logan nodded. "You can go."
We left together, and went to the kitchen, it was empty, and Logan grabbed us some Dr, Pepper.
"Anything been on your mind lately kid?" He asked sitting beside me this time.
I contemplated my answer. just saying you didn't exactly sound right, so I decided on something else.
"I've just been wondering, remember when we were on the train, and you said you were going to take care of me?"
"Yeah," He replied, his gaze becoming soft with thought.
"Um." Damn it. What do I do now? I thought to myself frustrated.
"Do you think you'd ever." "I mean." I stammered.
He looked at me puzzled.
"Nevermind." I said defeated by my immensely twisted tongue.
He smiled, and began to take another swig of his DP.
"You did good today." He said averting the subject. "I think we're going on an Alias mission tomorrow though."
"An Alias mission? Why?"
"There's supposed to be a ball, Magneto's associates are supposed to be there, and we need to negotiate some terms." He said flashing his claws and grinning.
"Do you even know how to dance?" I asked curiously not being able to picture him doing such a thing.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I just don't like the whole bow-tie thing. I ain't pulling any Cinderella."
I laugh. "Obviously Logan, you don't even look the type." I said getting up to throw my bottle away.
As I walked back, he took my hand. "But you young lady will be quite a gorgeous bell."
I blushed crimson. "Thanks."
He stood up. "And I'll take you in my arms, and you can give Magneto's good old associates the hand. Whata ya say kid?"
"Awesome,"
He smiles. "You better get to bed princess, the clock has already struck twelve."
I smile back, and I kiss his cheek. "Night Logan."
"Sweet dreams."
I walk out into the hall and upstairs to my room, curling underneath my blanket.
Logan and I walked to Professor X's office, and I placed Pyro's lighter on his desk. He looked from me to Logan, and smirked.
"Still finding ways to get his work done I see."
"Stryker tried to attack Rogue." He said flame still apparent on his tongue. "He said he would've taken her."
"I'm glad I decided to have you go, Nightcrawler can only do so much with his teleporting you know, considering he had a knife to her throat." "Nice work, Storm will be pleased. Tomorrow, we need to make sure communications are cut, and figure out whether Magneto and Stryker are working together on this."
Logan nodded. "You can go."
We left together, and went to the kitchen, it was empty, and Logan grabbed us some Dr, Pepper.
"Anything been on your mind lately kid?" He asked sitting beside me this time.
I contemplated my answer. just saying you didn't exactly sound right, so I decided on something else.
"I've just been wondering, remember when we were on the train, and you said you were going to take care of me?"
"Yeah," He replied, his gaze becoming soft with thought.
"Um." Damn it. What do I do now? I thought to myself frustrated.
"Do you think you'd ever." "I mean." I stammered.
He looked at me puzzled.
"Nevermind." I said defeated by my immensely twisted tongue.
He smiled, and began to take another swig of his DP.
"You did good today." He said averting the subject. "I think we're going on an Alias mission tomorrow though."
"An Alias mission? Why?"
"There's supposed to be a ball, Magneto's associates are supposed to be there, and we need to negotiate some terms." He said flashing his claws and grinning.
"Do you even know how to dance?" I asked curiously not being able to picture him doing such a thing.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I just don't like the whole bow-tie thing. I ain't pulling any Cinderella."
I laugh. "Obviously Logan, you don't even look the type." I said getting up to throw my bottle away.
As I walked back, he took my hand. "But you young lady will be quite a gorgeous bell."
I blushed crimson. "Thanks."
He stood up. "And I'll take you in my arms, and you can give Magneto's good old associates the hand. Whata ya say kid?"
"Awesome,"
He smiles. "You better get to bed princess, the clock has already struck twelve."
I smile back, and I kiss his cheek. "Night Logan."
"Sweet dreams."
I walk out into the hall and upstairs to my room, curling underneath my blanket.