Title: Daughter of A Wolf
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
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Chapter 8: Caughter in Action
"You two are up late." He walked closer.
"We were just-"
"Just what Lash? Going into the woods late at night?" His voice was getting louder as he extended his claws.
"How did you know we were in the woods? Were you following us?" Calypso was getting angry now.
"No, but fire boy over here made a nice little light trail that grabbed my attention. I just waited for you to come back." He was a foot in front of them now. Wolverine sniffed the air. Nothing but the scent of smoke, thank god.
"We weren't doing anything."
"Really?" He voice seething with accusation and rage. "I think sneaking out at night with Pyro here is definitely doing something."
"Wolverine we really weren't-"
"John! You were sneaking out at night with MY daughter! What the hell do you think you were going to do with her?" Wolverine was angry, extremely angry. He walked over to John, lifting him up and pushing him roughly against the wall making it hard for the young fire manipulator to breathe. His claws cut through Pyro's jacket and shirt and through the skin causing it to bleed. A few slices would certainly need stitches.
"You know we weren't doing anything Logan, why are you acting this way?" Calypso was confused and angry, but was mostly afraid for John who looked like a dying cat, choking and squirming against the wall.
"Calypso for the first 16 years of your life you've been kept away from humans, especially boys and you don't have any idea what goes through their minds or what they want from girls! As for you," he pointed at Pyro. "What the hell do you think you were doing with my daughter at 2:30 at night, in the middle of the woods?"
"Drop him!" She shouted at him, her adamantium talons now unleashed, gaining the attention of her father. Wolverine had seemed to have forgotten that he had John slammed against the wall and the fact that he was suffocating him. He took a step back, letting John fall to the ground. He was gasping and gulping down air, which only made him cough uncontrollably. His hands were on his throat trying to calm himself down, but not succeeding in doing so.
She turned to him. "John, go to your room. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"You will not talk to him tomorrow!" If Wolverine was going to continually shout he would most likely wake up everyone on campus and a whole knew batch of rumors would be spread around the school before breakfast.
"John, please go." Her eyes were pleading with him. But, he was still slumped down against the wall.
"Lash, I can't just leave you here with him." He really didn't want to leave her here alone with Wolverine this way; even though he knew she was much more capable of defending herself then he was against Logan.
"Yes you can John, please, just go." Lash looked at him and he looked from her to Wolverine, back to her, silently agreeing. He pulled him self up and balanced himself against the wall and once he gained some control he slipped away, limping.
"How dare you tell me what to do!" She took a step forward getting in Logan's face. He was practically growling at her and she was gritting her teeth. "Why are you acting like this?" She asked when she knew Pyro was out of hearing distance.
"Why? Why am I acting like this? I don't know Lash, why would someone act like this when they find out that their daughter is sneaking out at night with a strange boy-"
"He is not a strange boy."
"Yes. He. Is." Wolverine growled. "Sneaking out with a strange boy, doing, doing stuff I don't want to think about and-"
"Doing stuff you don't want to think about?" She was shouting now. It just couldn't be helped. "You know we weren't doing anything! You would be able to smell it on us if we did!"
"I know that! Stop interrupting me. Besides, he was going to kiss you!"
"Maybe I wanted him to kiss me!"
"You don't even know him!"
"Maybe I wanted to get to know him but I can't because my over-protective dad won't butt out of my life!"
"I have butted out of your life for 16 years and I think it's time for me to start butting into it!"
"Fine!" She said.
"Fine!" And with that she jumped up onto the ledge and onto the one above that and slid into her room undetected by the sleeping Rogue.
Wolverine had no idea what to make of what just happened. Was he being unreasonable? Of course he was, but any father would be in this situation. But he didn't care he only knew that it felt really good when she referred to him as dad.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Pyro didn't know what to think about this night. He felt excruciatingly bad about leaving Calypso alone, but Logan would have killed him and Lash knew it. But he still felt like he should have stayed, even if his constant presence would have made the situation worse. He felt like a coward.
He shoved his lighter into his jacket pocket and climbed up the fern covered trellis that led to his second story room. He was huffing and his chest and throat hurt from the tossing that had given been him. His arms could barely hold him up. He hoped that he would never again make Wolverine mad, but if dating Lash did that then he had to be prepared for more beatings.
Dating, he thought. Were they dating? He had no idea and it was to late to debate these kind of things in his head.
When he left Bobby was sleeping deeply, but now he was wide away and sitting on his bed with his arms crossed.
"So, where have you been?" He was half smiling, half smirking as if he was thoroughly amused.
"Out." John took out his lighter and took off his jacket.
"Out?" He was laughing with little self-control.
"Yeah, out."
"You weren't out with a certain new, hot, half Japanese mutant with an adamantium skeleton that could tear you to pieces, were you?"
"I don't think Rogue would be happy that you called Calypso hot." He sat on the bed and unlaced his shoes.
"I know for a fact that she wouldn't. Exactly what were you doing out there?" John took off his shirt.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Finally Bobby noticed Pyro's injuries and pointed to his scratched arms. "I didn't think she was that aggressive."
"Actually these are from her aggressive father."
"Logan was with you?"
"No, but he found us under her window."
"Was he mad?"
"Mad is an understatement, Iceman."
"So you're not going to see Lash any more?" He asked Pyro who was looking through his dresser for a nightshirt.
"I'm not 'seeing' her. We're just friends."
"John, you don't just go out with a girl in the middle of the night and call your selves 'just friends'." He used air quotes for emphasis.
"Come on, Bobby."
"Come on, John! You obvious like this girl. Who can blame you? She is attractive." John just gave him a menacing look. "Alright, if you say you don't like her, you don't like her. It's probably for the best. Besides, I heard Colossus talking about asking her out."
"Colossus! Colossus isn't even her type! She would never date a moron like him!"
"Ha! You're jealous! I knew it! I knew you liked her."
"I do not like her!" All that he got was an eyebrow arch from Bobby. "I don't."
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Chapter 8: Caughter in Action
"You two are up late." He walked closer.
"We were just-"
"Just what Lash? Going into the woods late at night?" His voice was getting louder as he extended his claws.
"How did you know we were in the woods? Were you following us?" Calypso was getting angry now.
"No, but fire boy over here made a nice little light trail that grabbed my attention. I just waited for you to come back." He was a foot in front of them now. Wolverine sniffed the air. Nothing but the scent of smoke, thank god.
"We weren't doing anything."
"Really?" He voice seething with accusation and rage. "I think sneaking out at night with Pyro here is definitely doing something."
"Wolverine we really weren't-"
"John! You were sneaking out at night with MY daughter! What the hell do you think you were going to do with her?" Wolverine was angry, extremely angry. He walked over to John, lifting him up and pushing him roughly against the wall making it hard for the young fire manipulator to breathe. His claws cut through Pyro's jacket and shirt and through the skin causing it to bleed. A few slices would certainly need stitches.
"You know we weren't doing anything Logan, why are you acting this way?" Calypso was confused and angry, but was mostly afraid for John who looked like a dying cat, choking and squirming against the wall.
"Calypso for the first 16 years of your life you've been kept away from humans, especially boys and you don't have any idea what goes through their minds or what they want from girls! As for you," he pointed at Pyro. "What the hell do you think you were doing with my daughter at 2:30 at night, in the middle of the woods?"
"Drop him!" She shouted at him, her adamantium talons now unleashed, gaining the attention of her father. Wolverine had seemed to have forgotten that he had John slammed against the wall and the fact that he was suffocating him. He took a step back, letting John fall to the ground. He was gasping and gulping down air, which only made him cough uncontrollably. His hands were on his throat trying to calm himself down, but not succeeding in doing so.
She turned to him. "John, go to your room. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"You will not talk to him tomorrow!" If Wolverine was going to continually shout he would most likely wake up everyone on campus and a whole knew batch of rumors would be spread around the school before breakfast.
"John, please go." Her eyes were pleading with him. But, he was still slumped down against the wall.
"Lash, I can't just leave you here with him." He really didn't want to leave her here alone with Wolverine this way; even though he knew she was much more capable of defending herself then he was against Logan.
"Yes you can John, please, just go." Lash looked at him and he looked from her to Wolverine, back to her, silently agreeing. He pulled him self up and balanced himself against the wall and once he gained some control he slipped away, limping.
"How dare you tell me what to do!" She took a step forward getting in Logan's face. He was practically growling at her and she was gritting her teeth. "Why are you acting like this?" She asked when she knew Pyro was out of hearing distance.
"Why? Why am I acting like this? I don't know Lash, why would someone act like this when they find out that their daughter is sneaking out at night with a strange boy-"
"He is not a strange boy."
"Yes. He. Is." Wolverine growled. "Sneaking out with a strange boy, doing, doing stuff I don't want to think about and-"
"Doing stuff you don't want to think about?" She was shouting now. It just couldn't be helped. "You know we weren't doing anything! You would be able to smell it on us if we did!"
"I know that! Stop interrupting me. Besides, he was going to kiss you!"
"Maybe I wanted him to kiss me!"
"You don't even know him!"
"Maybe I wanted to get to know him but I can't because my over-protective dad won't butt out of my life!"
"I have butted out of your life for 16 years and I think it's time for me to start butting into it!"
"Fine!" She said.
"Fine!" And with that she jumped up onto the ledge and onto the one above that and slid into her room undetected by the sleeping Rogue.
Wolverine had no idea what to make of what just happened. Was he being unreasonable? Of course he was, but any father would be in this situation. But he didn't care he only knew that it felt really good when she referred to him as dad.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Pyro didn't know what to think about this night. He felt excruciatingly bad about leaving Calypso alone, but Logan would have killed him and Lash knew it. But he still felt like he should have stayed, even if his constant presence would have made the situation worse. He felt like a coward.
He shoved his lighter into his jacket pocket and climbed up the fern covered trellis that led to his second story room. He was huffing and his chest and throat hurt from the tossing that had given been him. His arms could barely hold him up. He hoped that he would never again make Wolverine mad, but if dating Lash did that then he had to be prepared for more beatings.
Dating, he thought. Were they dating? He had no idea and it was to late to debate these kind of things in his head.
When he left Bobby was sleeping deeply, but now he was wide away and sitting on his bed with his arms crossed.
"So, where have you been?" He was half smiling, half smirking as if he was thoroughly amused.
"Out." John took out his lighter and took off his jacket.
"Out?" He was laughing with little self-control.
"Yeah, out."
"You weren't out with a certain new, hot, half Japanese mutant with an adamantium skeleton that could tear you to pieces, were you?"
"I don't think Rogue would be happy that you called Calypso hot." He sat on the bed and unlaced his shoes.
"I know for a fact that she wouldn't. Exactly what were you doing out there?" John took off his shirt.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Finally Bobby noticed Pyro's injuries and pointed to his scratched arms. "I didn't think she was that aggressive."
"Actually these are from her aggressive father."
"Logan was with you?"
"No, but he found us under her window."
"Was he mad?"
"Mad is an understatement, Iceman."
"So you're not going to see Lash any more?" He asked Pyro who was looking through his dresser for a nightshirt.
"I'm not 'seeing' her. We're just friends."
"John, you don't just go out with a girl in the middle of the night and call your selves 'just friends'." He used air quotes for emphasis.
"Come on, Bobby."
"Come on, John! You obvious like this girl. Who can blame you? She is attractive." John just gave him a menacing look. "Alright, if you say you don't like her, you don't like her. It's probably for the best. Besides, I heard Colossus talking about asking her out."
"Colossus! Colossus isn't even her type! She would never date a moron like him!"
"Ha! You're jealous! I knew it! I knew you liked her."
"I do not like her!" All that he got was an eyebrow arch from Bobby. "I don't."