Title: Angry fathers and new cars
Author: Nyx
Disclaimer: What's there to say? I only own Lash.
Feedback: Yes please.
(I'm BACK!!!)
"Professor, have you seen Logan around? I looked for him in the gym, but he wasn't there."
"Oh, Lash." He smiled when he looked behind him and saw the young mutant catching up to him. "I think he went to his room. He wasn't exactly in the best of moods when I talked to him, I wouldn't disturb him if I were in you."
"The best of moods? You mean he was angry."
"More or less."
"More I'd say."
"I am guessing you know why he's been so disgruntled today."
"Yes, he wasn't exactly happy that John and I-"
"Snuck out of the school last night?" He smiled.
"Yes, why do you ask things you already no the answer too? I didn't mean to break any rules, Professor." She explained. "I like it here and I wouldn't want to do anything to offend you."
"It's perfectly alright."
"It is?"
"I understand that it's hard for someone new to get adjusted and getting acquainted with an already established student is helpful."
"I wish my father saw it the way you do."
"Well, this is the first time Logan has had to deal with a situation as delicate as this." He said reasonably. "And of course you must understand that John doesn't rank very highly with Logan."
"Yes," She mused. "I've figured that one out already."
"But, maybe you should go see him. Talk things out."
"I should."
"His room is down there." He pointed to a corridor.
"I know. I'm just nervous. I've never been in a situation as delicate as this, either."
"You have never asked for anything before." He said seeing inside her mind and reading her thoughts.
"It's just that I've never been allowed to ask for anything."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wolverine was pacing around his room. He had wanted to train and get rid of some energy, but he didn't want to talk to anyone who could come looking for him. He had already talked with Xavier today and one conversation with him could make someone feel totally unreasonable and out of control. His room seemed the best place to be, to think. Last night when he found Lash with Pyro left his thoughts in chaos. Pace, pace, pace.
There was a knock on the door. Lash, he sensed.
"Come in, Calypso." He said. She eased opened the door, stepping inside.
"Logan, I. . ." She began.
"Don't Lash. We both know that I over reacted last night." He said reasonably, which surprised them both. "I was just surprised when I found you with John, that's all. I'm sorry."
"Thank you." She said. There was a brief silence.
"Now would be a good time to say you're sorry too."
"Sorry for what?" She looked up and asked curiously.
"For sneaking out at night with Pyro."
"Do you want me to apologize for sneaking out? Or for sneaking out with Pyro? Cause honestly Logan, I don't know what you think is worse. If I had snuck out with Rogue and Bobby you wouldn't have been as mad."
"Of course I wouldn't have been as mad! I trust Rogue not to do something so stupid and I trust Bobby not to-"
"Not to what? Hit on me?"
"Yes!"
"For you're information, I am a teenager and if I decide I like someone, I might as well like it if they hit on me!"
"You don't know what you're saying!"
"Yes I do!"
"Lash, when you're old enough to make these decisions-"
"Logan, I am 16 years old! Every other teenager on the planet is already dating. I could never have a life when I was with Stryker and don't you even think that I'd allow you to take that away from me too!"
"I am not trying to take away your life or control you! I'm only trying to protect you!"
"I don't want your-" She interrupted herself. "God, I didn't come here to argue with you, Logan!"
"Then why did you come here?"
"Because you're my father and I thought it would be best to work this out, but obviously there is no reasoning with you." She turned to the door.
"Calypso, wait." She looked back at him.
"Yes, Logan." He had no idea what to say to her. He didn't know what he could say to make her understand. "When you know what to say, Dad. Come look for me, but until then, just trust my judgment."
She shut the door on the bewildered Wolverine. She couldn't even convince him to accept that she was a teenager let a lone ask him his approval about dating John.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
John,
Meet me in the garage at 11.
-Calypso
John looked once again at the note he found in his locker and smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I take it your father didn't approve?" John said when he saw Calypso walking over to him. He was leaning against one of the teacher's cars.
"I didn't even get a chance to ask him. Every time I see him I have the urge to tear his head off."
"Right," He chuckled. "So exactly where are we going to night?"
"I don't know. I've never been out on a date before, remember?"
"I remember, but you sure know how to dress for one." He said while looking her over. She was wearing a tight, baby blue, sleeveless shirt with a semi-low v-neckline and her long hair was loose around her shoulders. He could have sworn Rogue had worn it before, but he didn't think that Rogue looked as good in it as Lash did. She also was wearing black leather pants and not the unattractive uniform ones either, though Pyro was certain that she'd look good in about anything.
"You look amazing."
"Thank you." She smiled at the compliment. "So where are we going. Any ideas?"
"What about the movies? I know it's unoriginal, but it's a classic. Then we can get something to eat after. Maybe pizza. Have you ever had pizza before?" She shook her head. "Then we'll definitely get pizza."
"How are we getting there any way?"
"We can just borrow a car." He said seriously.
"Just borrow a car? You mean steal a car?"
"We're going to return it. Now pick a car, any car." Lash smiled like a kid in a candy store. She loved cars, who didn't? She walked around and spotted a black sports car from across the garage. A brand new black 2000 Ferrari 360 Modena just sat there. Lash didn't think teachers could afford a car like this; maybe the Professor was generous at Christmas time. She smiled menacingly.
"I'm driving." She said, while sliding into the driver seat.
"What is it about people in your family not allowing me to drive." He smiled, going around to the other side of the car.
"Whose car is this, any way?"
"Cyclops."
As the two drove away from the mansion, unknowingly to them a pair of pissed off eyes were watching them.
"Damn you, Lash." He snarled as he grabbed his helmet.
Author: Nyx
Disclaimer: What's there to say? I only own Lash.
Feedback: Yes please.
(I'm BACK!!!)
"Professor, have you seen Logan around? I looked for him in the gym, but he wasn't there."
"Oh, Lash." He smiled when he looked behind him and saw the young mutant catching up to him. "I think he went to his room. He wasn't exactly in the best of moods when I talked to him, I wouldn't disturb him if I were in you."
"The best of moods? You mean he was angry."
"More or less."
"More I'd say."
"I am guessing you know why he's been so disgruntled today."
"Yes, he wasn't exactly happy that John and I-"
"Snuck out of the school last night?" He smiled.
"Yes, why do you ask things you already no the answer too? I didn't mean to break any rules, Professor." She explained. "I like it here and I wouldn't want to do anything to offend you."
"It's perfectly alright."
"It is?"
"I understand that it's hard for someone new to get adjusted and getting acquainted with an already established student is helpful."
"I wish my father saw it the way you do."
"Well, this is the first time Logan has had to deal with a situation as delicate as this." He said reasonably. "And of course you must understand that John doesn't rank very highly with Logan."
"Yes," She mused. "I've figured that one out already."
"But, maybe you should go see him. Talk things out."
"I should."
"His room is down there." He pointed to a corridor.
"I know. I'm just nervous. I've never been in a situation as delicate as this, either."
"You have never asked for anything before." He said seeing inside her mind and reading her thoughts.
"It's just that I've never been allowed to ask for anything."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wolverine was pacing around his room. He had wanted to train and get rid of some energy, but he didn't want to talk to anyone who could come looking for him. He had already talked with Xavier today and one conversation with him could make someone feel totally unreasonable and out of control. His room seemed the best place to be, to think. Last night when he found Lash with Pyro left his thoughts in chaos. Pace, pace, pace.
There was a knock on the door. Lash, he sensed.
"Come in, Calypso." He said. She eased opened the door, stepping inside.
"Logan, I. . ." She began.
"Don't Lash. We both know that I over reacted last night." He said reasonably, which surprised them both. "I was just surprised when I found you with John, that's all. I'm sorry."
"Thank you." She said. There was a brief silence.
"Now would be a good time to say you're sorry too."
"Sorry for what?" She looked up and asked curiously.
"For sneaking out at night with Pyro."
"Do you want me to apologize for sneaking out? Or for sneaking out with Pyro? Cause honestly Logan, I don't know what you think is worse. If I had snuck out with Rogue and Bobby you wouldn't have been as mad."
"Of course I wouldn't have been as mad! I trust Rogue not to do something so stupid and I trust Bobby not to-"
"Not to what? Hit on me?"
"Yes!"
"For you're information, I am a teenager and if I decide I like someone, I might as well like it if they hit on me!"
"You don't know what you're saying!"
"Yes I do!"
"Lash, when you're old enough to make these decisions-"
"Logan, I am 16 years old! Every other teenager on the planet is already dating. I could never have a life when I was with Stryker and don't you even think that I'd allow you to take that away from me too!"
"I am not trying to take away your life or control you! I'm only trying to protect you!"
"I don't want your-" She interrupted herself. "God, I didn't come here to argue with you, Logan!"
"Then why did you come here?"
"Because you're my father and I thought it would be best to work this out, but obviously there is no reasoning with you." She turned to the door.
"Calypso, wait." She looked back at him.
"Yes, Logan." He had no idea what to say to her. He didn't know what he could say to make her understand. "When you know what to say, Dad. Come look for me, but until then, just trust my judgment."
She shut the door on the bewildered Wolverine. She couldn't even convince him to accept that she was a teenager let a lone ask him his approval about dating John.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
John,
Meet me in the garage at 11.
-Calypso
John looked once again at the note he found in his locker and smiled.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"So I take it your father didn't approve?" John said when he saw Calypso walking over to him. He was leaning against one of the teacher's cars.
"I didn't even get a chance to ask him. Every time I see him I have the urge to tear his head off."
"Right," He chuckled. "So exactly where are we going to night?"
"I don't know. I've never been out on a date before, remember?"
"I remember, but you sure know how to dress for one." He said while looking her over. She was wearing a tight, baby blue, sleeveless shirt with a semi-low v-neckline and her long hair was loose around her shoulders. He could have sworn Rogue had worn it before, but he didn't think that Rogue looked as good in it as Lash did. She also was wearing black leather pants and not the unattractive uniform ones either, though Pyro was certain that she'd look good in about anything.
"You look amazing."
"Thank you." She smiled at the compliment. "So where are we going. Any ideas?"
"What about the movies? I know it's unoriginal, but it's a classic. Then we can get something to eat after. Maybe pizza. Have you ever had pizza before?" She shook her head. "Then we'll definitely get pizza."
"How are we getting there any way?"
"We can just borrow a car." He said seriously.
"Just borrow a car? You mean steal a car?"
"We're going to return it. Now pick a car, any car." Lash smiled like a kid in a candy store. She loved cars, who didn't? She walked around and spotted a black sports car from across the garage. A brand new black 2000 Ferrari 360 Modena just sat there. Lash didn't think teachers could afford a car like this; maybe the Professor was generous at Christmas time. She smiled menacingly.
"I'm driving." She said, while sliding into the driver seat.
"What is it about people in your family not allowing me to drive." He smiled, going around to the other side of the car.
"Whose car is this, any way?"
"Cyclops."
As the two drove away from the mansion, unknowingly to them a pair of pissed off eyes were watching them.
"Damn you, Lash." He snarled as he grabbed his helmet.