"Logan!" A fist banging against his door woke him up much too early the next morning. "LOGAN!" The banging turned into the sound of someone kicking it; someone small without alot of strength. Logan turns over and growls at the door. "Don't growl at me! Come answer this door, Logan!"Tara yells, apparantly kicking it from the out of breathe way she sounds. He stumbles out of bed and gets dressed, not wanting to flash the fourteen-year-old. Her banging changed from on the door to those damn drums. "Knock it off if you want to live, Tara!" She continued to bang on them, worse then normal. He yanks the door open the second he got completely dressed. He picks up the familiar scent of Toad and without thinking picks her up and pins her against the wall with one hand; she cowers there. "Okay, I quit....Wow, I can't touch the floor." Logan stares at her. Something was diffrent about when she spoke and her skin. "Logan, can you put me down? This brings back bad memories..." She digs her nails into his arm; he sets her back down on the floor after a moment and she rubs her neck and looks up at him fearfully. "Sorry, kid." She hesitates a moment, then hugs him. "It's okay, just don't do it again. That can count as child abuse." He realizes what was wrong with her. Her tongue. It was longer, alot longer. Her skin has taken on a more so green tint along with the fact that she crouched slightly away from him. "Oh, shit...not that. Tell me you don't have a mutation." Tara looks up at him, sincerely. "I don't have a mutation." "Ah, damn. We need to find Hank..." Logan starts downstairs, kicking her drums out of the way. Tara follows him with a scowl at his kicking her drums. "Don't kick those! Why do we need Hank, Logan?"
"Wait til we find him first, kid. This is going to be alot of explaining...where's Angel?" "Scott sent her to school already, but said I should come find you. He said that you'd explain about this 'mutation' to me. Explain." Logan sighs, making a mental note to kill Scott. "Wait, til we find Hank." He walks to the medlab and walks in without knocking. Hank looks up from crunching on twinkies and some blue paste. "Oh, my stars and garters! Is there something you need, Logan?" Tara shakes her head as she enters. "Hey, Hank." "Toad, what are you doing here?" "I resent that!" "Kid's a mutant, Hank. It's not Toad but she's a damn good copy, isn't she?" Hank walks over and pokes her. "She is." Tara smacks his hand away. "Don't poke me. Who's Toad?" "She's more than old enough to get one, Logan, but we weren't expecting it to be her brother's..." Tara stares at them. "You two are nuts. I don't have a brother." "Ah, but you do, dear. View the slide show!" Hank moves off to set-up a video projector and turns it on; Tara hops over to the exam table, seating herself on top of it. Logan walks beside her and stands there. The lights dim and a picture of the brotherhood with a large red oval around Toad comes from the projector onto the screen. Tara brightens. "The bad frog. Angel and I played with him!"
Hank nods. "Yes, indeed. He's your older brother....I'm not sure of his age, but I've done a DNA test and yours matches his." A second slide comes up showing two DNA strands, labeled with the names 'Mortimer' and 'Tara'. Tara hops off the table and walks over, studying them. "How long have you known I had a brother?" "Since shortly after you were found here. The information was found out by Jean, but it didn't seem like the right time to tell you,"Hank explains, clicking the slide onto a birth record for 'Mortimer Toynbee' then 'Tara Toynbee'. Tara stares at it for a moment, then glares at each of them in turn. "You lied to me! You said I had no one, that I was an orphan!" "You were!"Logan snaps,"When you and Angel arrived on our doorstep you'd spent the early years of your life in a circus until Angel's parents took you in....you didn't know about Toad and he didn't even know you exsisted. It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't said." "You didn't tell me I had a brother....that was important to me and you kept it from me!" Tears come to her eyes. She turns and walks, or more hops, out of the medlab, leaving them alone. Logan moves to go after her but Hank's large hand on his arm stops him. "Give her time, Logan. She needs time.."
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"CobaltBitch, come in. Slimethrower has found her. She seems upset. What should I do?" Toad waits a few moments, then smacks the communicator. "CobaltBitch, SmallDick, BucketHead, ClawedPussy, someone pick up this stupid call. Slimethrower has found the child." The controller crackles in static a moment before a voice picks up. "SmallDick here. Where is she?" "A park somewhere. Could I talk to her alone? She is my sister..." The word sister felt strange to him, especially being used on a person that was such a stranger to him. He'd almost had a heart attack when Mystique told him about having a little sister, much less Wolverine of the X-Men's fourteen-year-old ward. He watched her swing slowly on the swing, her head was down and staring at her feet. "Talk to her but don't forget the plan. BucketHead will shit frisbees if you don't bring her back. Mystique radioed on the House of the Rising Sun situation?" "Negative. Slimethrower, out." Toad clicks off the communicator and walks over to the swing. "Hey." She jumped visibly and crouched in a defensive way as if she didn't trust him. He holds his hands up in surrender. "Take it easy, Tadpole." "What did you call me?" Her expression darkens to annoyance as she comes out of the defensive crouch. He shrugs. Tara sits back down on the swing, this time facing him.
"So you're my brother?" "Yeah. Funny the little kid that duct tapes you to a couch and covers you in mustard and ketchup is your sister. Seems like we have a little more in common then you thought..." He looks over her; her appearance mirrored his except for several details. "Did you know I was your sister?" Tara asks the question with the innocence only someone of her past could ask. "Not for a long time. I didn't exactly know our parents....." "How'd you find out?"she questions, swinging her legs enough to make the swing sway back and forth. How'd I find out, indeed. Mystique had triumphantly announced the fact and also how good Tara would do with them rather then the X-Men. "A friend told me. When did you get your mutation?" "I'm not sure. I noticed it this morning and went for help...Logan and Hank tried to explain it. What exactly can I-we do, Morty?" "I have alot to explain to you. If a frog can do it, we can except for one thing...." Tara looks up at him. "What's that?" Toad spits a glob of green goo at a nearby tree, hitting it directly. His sister smiles. "Dude, that's awesome! Can I do it?" "Give it a try."
Tara struggles with it for a few moments but finally spits a glob of green goo, it misses the tree and vanishes. "Oops." "Eh, need some practice." Mort's not so bad. I wish I could have known him sooner. She sighs at the thought. Toad glances at her. "What's wrong, Tadpole?" "Nothing. Why do you keep calling me that?" "What?" "Tadpole." He shrugs. "Well most mutants have codenames. I figured Tadpole kind of suited you since you're a little version of me.....Toad, Tadpole. You don't like it?" She shakes her head, quickly. "I do. Just wondered...I should get back before Logan gets upset. See you, Morty." Toad remembers his conversation earlier with Mystique.
FLASHBACK
".....She'll trust you. You're her brother after all."
"I don't want to hurt her, Mystique. I don't want Tara growing up here in this....place."
"You don't really have a choice."
END FLASHBACK
He knew he'd never put her through that willingly. She was family, recent family that he'd never known, had never known him, but she was family, none the less. "Bye, Tadpole." Toad watches her vanish in the direction of the mansion, then speaks into the communicator. "PsychoFlame, come in. MiniMime's on her way back to the House of the Rising Sun. What's going on with Demonic?...PsychoFlame...PsychoFlame..."
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More codenames: PsychoFlame=Pyro/John MiniMime=Tara Demonic=Angel *One more added character that I failed to mention coming along-Colossus. Yes, I'm adding him. Any characters someone would like to see added? Preferablly X-Men cause I've made the brotherhood huge*
"Wait til we find him first, kid. This is going to be alot of explaining...where's Angel?" "Scott sent her to school already, but said I should come find you. He said that you'd explain about this 'mutation' to me. Explain." Logan sighs, making a mental note to kill Scott. "Wait, til we find Hank." He walks to the medlab and walks in without knocking. Hank looks up from crunching on twinkies and some blue paste. "Oh, my stars and garters! Is there something you need, Logan?" Tara shakes her head as she enters. "Hey, Hank." "Toad, what are you doing here?" "I resent that!" "Kid's a mutant, Hank. It's not Toad but she's a damn good copy, isn't she?" Hank walks over and pokes her. "She is." Tara smacks his hand away. "Don't poke me. Who's Toad?" "She's more than old enough to get one, Logan, but we weren't expecting it to be her brother's..." Tara stares at them. "You two are nuts. I don't have a brother." "Ah, but you do, dear. View the slide show!" Hank moves off to set-up a video projector and turns it on; Tara hops over to the exam table, seating herself on top of it. Logan walks beside her and stands there. The lights dim and a picture of the brotherhood with a large red oval around Toad comes from the projector onto the screen. Tara brightens. "The bad frog. Angel and I played with him!"
Hank nods. "Yes, indeed. He's your older brother....I'm not sure of his age, but I've done a DNA test and yours matches his." A second slide comes up showing two DNA strands, labeled with the names 'Mortimer' and 'Tara'. Tara hops off the table and walks over, studying them. "How long have you known I had a brother?" "Since shortly after you were found here. The information was found out by Jean, but it didn't seem like the right time to tell you,"Hank explains, clicking the slide onto a birth record for 'Mortimer Toynbee' then 'Tara Toynbee'. Tara stares at it for a moment, then glares at each of them in turn. "You lied to me! You said I had no one, that I was an orphan!" "You were!"Logan snaps,"When you and Angel arrived on our doorstep you'd spent the early years of your life in a circus until Angel's parents took you in....you didn't know about Toad and he didn't even know you exsisted. It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't said." "You didn't tell me I had a brother....that was important to me and you kept it from me!" Tears come to her eyes. She turns and walks, or more hops, out of the medlab, leaving them alone. Logan moves to go after her but Hank's large hand on his arm stops him. "Give her time, Logan. She needs time.."
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"CobaltBitch, come in. Slimethrower has found her. She seems upset. What should I do?" Toad waits a few moments, then smacks the communicator. "CobaltBitch, SmallDick, BucketHead, ClawedPussy, someone pick up this stupid call. Slimethrower has found the child." The controller crackles in static a moment before a voice picks up. "SmallDick here. Where is she?" "A park somewhere. Could I talk to her alone? She is my sister..." The word sister felt strange to him, especially being used on a person that was such a stranger to him. He'd almost had a heart attack when Mystique told him about having a little sister, much less Wolverine of the X-Men's fourteen-year-old ward. He watched her swing slowly on the swing, her head was down and staring at her feet. "Talk to her but don't forget the plan. BucketHead will shit frisbees if you don't bring her back. Mystique radioed on the House of the Rising Sun situation?" "Negative. Slimethrower, out." Toad clicks off the communicator and walks over to the swing. "Hey." She jumped visibly and crouched in a defensive way as if she didn't trust him. He holds his hands up in surrender. "Take it easy, Tadpole." "What did you call me?" Her expression darkens to annoyance as she comes out of the defensive crouch. He shrugs. Tara sits back down on the swing, this time facing him.
"So you're my brother?" "Yeah. Funny the little kid that duct tapes you to a couch and covers you in mustard and ketchup is your sister. Seems like we have a little more in common then you thought..." He looks over her; her appearance mirrored his except for several details. "Did you know I was your sister?" Tara asks the question with the innocence only someone of her past could ask. "Not for a long time. I didn't exactly know our parents....." "How'd you find out?"she questions, swinging her legs enough to make the swing sway back and forth. How'd I find out, indeed. Mystique had triumphantly announced the fact and also how good Tara would do with them rather then the X-Men. "A friend told me. When did you get your mutation?" "I'm not sure. I noticed it this morning and went for help...Logan and Hank tried to explain it. What exactly can I-we do, Morty?" "I have alot to explain to you. If a frog can do it, we can except for one thing...." Tara looks up at him. "What's that?" Toad spits a glob of green goo at a nearby tree, hitting it directly. His sister smiles. "Dude, that's awesome! Can I do it?" "Give it a try."
Tara struggles with it for a few moments but finally spits a glob of green goo, it misses the tree and vanishes. "Oops." "Eh, need some practice." Mort's not so bad. I wish I could have known him sooner. She sighs at the thought. Toad glances at her. "What's wrong, Tadpole?" "Nothing. Why do you keep calling me that?" "What?" "Tadpole." He shrugs. "Well most mutants have codenames. I figured Tadpole kind of suited you since you're a little version of me.....Toad, Tadpole. You don't like it?" She shakes her head, quickly. "I do. Just wondered...I should get back before Logan gets upset. See you, Morty." Toad remembers his conversation earlier with Mystique.
FLASHBACK
".....She'll trust you. You're her brother after all."
"I don't want to hurt her, Mystique. I don't want Tara growing up here in this....place."
"You don't really have a choice."
END FLASHBACK
He knew he'd never put her through that willingly. She was family, recent family that he'd never known, had never known him, but she was family, none the less. "Bye, Tadpole." Toad watches her vanish in the direction of the mansion, then speaks into the communicator. "PsychoFlame, come in. MiniMime's on her way back to the House of the Rising Sun. What's going on with Demonic?...PsychoFlame...PsychoFlame..."
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More codenames: PsychoFlame=Pyro/John MiniMime=Tara Demonic=Angel *One more added character that I failed to mention coming along-Colossus. Yes, I'm adding him. Any characters someone would like to see added? Preferablly X-Men cause I've made the brotherhood huge*