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.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Special thanks to Katie and Setareh who have been so helpful in my writing process and with the creation of this story.
Chapter 9: Peering Eyes
Rogue was sitting at their usual lunch table in the quad waiting for her boyfriend and Pyro. They were usually on the lunch line by now.
"Hey," Bobby said walking up and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek then sitting down next to her.
She smiled, than realized something. "Where's John?"
"John, a . . . I don't know."
"What? You two usually walk together, where'd he go?"
"I don't know, he ran away from me after math." He stole a French fry from Rogue.
"Why?"
"Last night we had an argument." He said casually while grabbing another fry off her tray. "Needs ketchup."
"About. . . ?"
"About what?"
"What did you have a fight about?" Her voiced filled with curiousity. Bobby's eyes searched the campus and when he found his target he nodded in the general direction. "Lash? You had an argument about Lash?"
"He's mad at me cause I know he likes her."
"Why do you think he likes her?"
"Last night, around midnight he snuck out to see her and-"
"He did what?" She was almost shouting.
"You haven't heard the best part, Wolverine found them."
"Are you serious? Did he tell you that?"
"I really don't think Lash is the one who gave him those giant scratches on his arms."
"Logan hurt him?"
"If you were in Wolverine's position and you found your new daughter with Pyro in the middle of the night what would you do?"
"Knowing John I'd probably kill him." She said more sullenly.
"I don't know why Logan didn't."
"What is John going to do?"
"I don't know. He says he doesn't like her."
"He's lying."
"Of course he is, John isn't big on letting his guard down."
"What are WE going to do?"
"Why, do you have a plan?"
"We're John's friends and if he's going to be so stubborn about this we obviously are going to have to pummel him into admitting it." She smirked.
"A little violent aren't we?" He laughed sweetly.
"If it comes down to it, yes. Or I could always suck the energy out of him, again."
"I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "look." She followed his gaze to where Lash was sitting under a tree. John was walking over to her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey," John said to Lash who was reading a book and looked up.
"Hey," She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, I don't think Logan's around. So it's probably safe."
"Yeah," He chuckled and sat. "Last night was. . . it was something."
"I'm sorry about that."
"It's not your fault."
"Tell that to Logan."
"He knows we didn't do anything, right?"
"He wants to believe we did something even though he knows we didn't. I don't know why he's getting so protective, I've handled much worse than you." He arched and eyebrow and looked offended. "I didn't mean it like that, you know that's not how it sounded. It's just that what Stryker put me through couldn't be as bad as what you could do to me."
"Is that right?" He said slyly with hidden innuendo.
"That's right." She said matter-of-factly, but her seriousness was ruined by a grin spreading across her face that turned in a laugh. Her laughter was contagious and soon Pyro was laughing just as hard.
From a distance two pairs of eyes were watching.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can you hear anything?" Rogue asked.
"No, we have to get closer."
"Wait look at that, they're laughing."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I'm guessing that doing a repeat performance of last night wouldn't be the safest thing."
"Not if Logan has anything to do with it." She said distainfully.
"Well maybe we could ask him."
"You want to ask him if we could-?"
"Go out on a date?"
"You want to go out on a date with me?" She asked as if it was as improbably as her mother rising from the dead.
"Is that a problem?" His voice defensive.
"You want to go on a bdate. . ./b with bme/b?" She asked confused.
"Yea, I do."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can they see us?" Bobby asked from behind an over grown bush.
"I don't think so, they seem kind of wrapped up in each other. What are they saying?"
"I can't hear anything."
"We need to get closer."
"Rogue I don't think that's a-"
"Come on Bobby, stop being a fraidy cat."
"I am not being a-" Before he could finish he sentence Rogue was pulling him closer.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I think I would like that," John smiled sincerely at her shaky answer. "But I doubt Logan would."
"His opinion really matters to you, doesn't it?"
"I don't even know him, but for some strange, odd, obviously paternal reason it does."
"Then we have three choices. We can either ask him and he approves, we ask him and he doesn't and we go any way, or we skip the asking part and sneak out again. All up to you really."
"Up to me?"
"Uh huh."
"Well I think I should be the one to ask my Logan because if you ask him you might need more than bandages."
"That's probably a good idea."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What are they saying?"
"I don't know, something about a bag of chips." Said Bobby.
"What?" She whispered harshly. "She did not say a bag of chips."
"Then what did she say?"
"It was either bad reviews or sandwiches."
"Sandwiches? I think it was bandages."
"That's stupid, why would she say bandages?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I'll ask him."
"What if he says no?" Asked Pyro.
"Then well go any way."
"Really?"
"I've lived the past 16 years taking care of myself and I can make decisions on my own." She then smiled. "So we don't have to tell him that we're going any way, but it's still nice to ask."
John smirked at that.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What? Where are they going?" She whispered to Bobby.
"I don't know, but it can't be good if he's smirking like that."
"Smirking? It looks more like smiling."
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.
Special thanks to Katie and Setareh who have been so helpful in my writing process and with the creation of this story.
Chapter 9: Peering Eyes
Rogue was sitting at their usual lunch table in the quad waiting for her boyfriend and Pyro. They were usually on the lunch line by now.
"Hey," Bobby said walking up and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek then sitting down next to her.
She smiled, than realized something. "Where's John?"
"John, a . . . I don't know."
"What? You two usually walk together, where'd he go?"
"I don't know, he ran away from me after math." He stole a French fry from Rogue.
"Why?"
"Last night we had an argument." He said casually while grabbing another fry off her tray. "Needs ketchup."
"About. . . ?"
"About what?"
"What did you have a fight about?" Her voiced filled with curiousity. Bobby's eyes searched the campus and when he found his target he nodded in the general direction. "Lash? You had an argument about Lash?"
"He's mad at me cause I know he likes her."
"Why do you think he likes her?"
"Last night, around midnight he snuck out to see her and-"
"He did what?" She was almost shouting.
"You haven't heard the best part, Wolverine found them."
"Are you serious? Did he tell you that?"
"I really don't think Lash is the one who gave him those giant scratches on his arms."
"Logan hurt him?"
"If you were in Wolverine's position and you found your new daughter with Pyro in the middle of the night what would you do?"
"Knowing John I'd probably kill him." She said more sullenly.
"I don't know why Logan didn't."
"What is John going to do?"
"I don't know. He says he doesn't like her."
"He's lying."
"Of course he is, John isn't big on letting his guard down."
"What are WE going to do?"
"Why, do you have a plan?"
"We're John's friends and if he's going to be so stubborn about this we obviously are going to have to pummel him into admitting it." She smirked.
"A little violent aren't we?" He laughed sweetly.
"If it comes down to it, yes. Or I could always suck the energy out of him, again."
"I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "look." She followed his gaze to where Lash was sitting under a tree. John was walking over to her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey," John said to Lash who was reading a book and looked up.
"Hey," She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, I don't think Logan's around. So it's probably safe."
"Yeah," He chuckled and sat. "Last night was. . . it was something."
"I'm sorry about that."
"It's not your fault."
"Tell that to Logan."
"He knows we didn't do anything, right?"
"He wants to believe we did something even though he knows we didn't. I don't know why he's getting so protective, I've handled much worse than you." He arched and eyebrow and looked offended. "I didn't mean it like that, you know that's not how it sounded. It's just that what Stryker put me through couldn't be as bad as what you could do to me."
"Is that right?" He said slyly with hidden innuendo.
"That's right." She said matter-of-factly, but her seriousness was ruined by a grin spreading across her face that turned in a laugh. Her laughter was contagious and soon Pyro was laughing just as hard.
From a distance two pairs of eyes were watching.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can you hear anything?" Rogue asked.
"No, we have to get closer."
"Wait look at that, they're laughing."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I'm guessing that doing a repeat performance of last night wouldn't be the safest thing."
"Not if Logan has anything to do with it." She said distainfully.
"Well maybe we could ask him."
"You want to ask him if we could-?"
"Go out on a date?"
"You want to go out on a date with me?" She asked as if it was as improbably as her mother rising from the dead.
"Is that a problem?" His voice defensive.
"You want to go on a bdate. . ./b with bme/b?" She asked confused.
"Yea, I do."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Can they see us?" Bobby asked from behind an over grown bush.
"I don't think so, they seem kind of wrapped up in each other. What are they saying?"
"I can't hear anything."
"We need to get closer."
"Rogue I don't think that's a-"
"Come on Bobby, stop being a fraidy cat."
"I am not being a-" Before he could finish he sentence Rogue was pulling him closer.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I think I would like that," John smiled sincerely at her shaky answer. "But I doubt Logan would."
"His opinion really matters to you, doesn't it?"
"I don't even know him, but for some strange, odd, obviously paternal reason it does."
"Then we have three choices. We can either ask him and he approves, we ask him and he doesn't and we go any way, or we skip the asking part and sneak out again. All up to you really."
"Up to me?"
"Uh huh."
"Well I think I should be the one to ask my Logan because if you ask him you might need more than bandages."
"That's probably a good idea."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What are they saying?"
"I don't know, something about a bag of chips." Said Bobby.
"What?" She whispered harshly. "She did not say a bag of chips."
"Then what did she say?"
"It was either bad reviews or sandwiches."
"Sandwiches? I think it was bandages."
"That's stupid, why would she say bandages?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I'll ask him."
"What if he says no?" Asked Pyro.
"Then well go any way."
"Really?"
"I've lived the past 16 years taking care of myself and I can make decisions on my own." She then smiled. "So we don't have to tell him that we're going any way, but it's still nice to ask."
John smirked at that.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What? Where are they going?" She whispered to Bobby.
"I don't know, but it can't be good if he's smirking like that."
"Smirking? It looks more like smiling."