Title: The Vatic
Author: Nyx
Disclaimer: What's there to say? I only own Lash.
Rating: PG-13, mild adult situations.
Feedback: Yes please.
(This is not the new chapter! This is chapter 13, to see the new chapter please go to chapter 12. I am so sorry for the confusion)
"Were you followed?" He asked sitting at the metal desk in the middle of his office.
"I don't think so." Responded Sabertooth.
"You don't think so?" Magneto was growing angry. Sabertooth's cover was broken and Charles had probably traced the over-grown mutant with his mind. "Well, it doesn't really matter does it? Charles know you're here and I'm sure those idealistic students of his will be along shortly."
"Is this going to be a problem?" Asked a fortunate looking teenage mutant who was leaning up against a wall. His dirty blonde hair was covering a pair of dark blue eyes.
"I don't believe so, but I'd hope that Lash would have been more, what's the word, cooperative?"
"I didn't think she would be."
"Well she has obviously sided with Charles. That's is turning out more difficult than expected."
"How will we get her to join us?" He asked seriously. "Now that she knows we're after her she won't be any more cooperative than she was with Sabertooth."
"She only thinks that I am after her. She has no idea that you're here. I want you to go to the institute as a student and try to persuade her to come with us."
"I don't know if she'll listen to me."
"You two were friends weren't you? That's why you want her back."
"Yes we were "friends." He used the term with absolute disgust.
"If you can't get her to join us, than well, it's really no matter to me, is it? You're the one who wants her."
"That I do." And he smirked.
* * * * * * * * *
"What are we going to do if we can't leave school grounds?" She asked, referring to the punishment that the Professor reluctantly given them. She had thought that the sentence was less of the Professor and more of Wolverine.
"Don't worry, I'll figure out something interesting for us to do." They were walking down the hall going towards the science department of the building just in time to see the Professor and a new student exiting his office.
Lash let go of Pyro's hand.
"Vatic!" She yelled happily and ran to him.
"Lash! What are you doing here?" They embraced in a tight hug that John was slightly jealous of. He walked over.
"You two know each other?" He ventured quietly.
"John," She pulled away from Vatic and looked quite ashamed of her self. "This is-"
"Vatic. And who might you be?"
"Pyro." He answered defensively and looked at Lash for assistance but she wasn't any help.
"Pyro, Vatic and I were both help captive by Stryker. We were held in the same facilities. He's a telepath so he doesn't have the same powers and Wolverine and I do."
"Wait, you've seen Wolverine."
"Yea," She smiled. "He's here."
"That's great, Lyps." Lyps, John questioned. It was just a nick named, he reasoned.
"What are you doing here, Bastian? I haven't seen you in months. Where did Stryker take you? Did you know that he was killed? How did you escape?" She rambled on excitedly.
"Whoa, come down. We have to do a lot of catching up. Is this a good time?"
"Of course," She paused. "Unless you mind, Pyro."
"No, it's alright."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, Lash." He put an emphasis on her code name. He had thought they were on a first name basis.
"I'll see you later than." She said more sullenly noticing the betrayal and hurt in his eyes when she didn't introduce him as her boyfriend.
* * * * * * * * *
"I can't believe you're here." She said, again. Her mind kept floating back to John's sad face.
"Lash." He said.
"Uh?" She turned back to look at him.
"You seem distant."
"It's nothing." She told him then changing the subject. "How did you escape?"
"I was in a facility in England and-"
"England? Why England?"
"I don't know. Stryker's plan couldn't be followed through."
"At least that explains why you have a slight accent."
"I do? I guess I do." He laughed. "I was being trained to test out my telepathy and they were pumping me full of drugs."
"What kind of drugs?"
"Different then the ones that kept me from using my powers. They screwed up my senses so I can see sound and smell colors. Stuff like that."
"Really?"
"Really, actually some humans have mixed up senses, too."
"What does my voice look like?"
"Sort of like wind but in different shades of blue."
"What does yours look like?"
"Green, crackily static."
"That's amazing, but how did you escape?"
"Probably the same way you did. The whole facility was in chaos once Stryker had been confirmed dead. Defense was at an all time low so I made my break for it and that was 7 months ago."
"If you were in England how did you get here?"
"I did my best to blend in with the crowd since it's obvious that humans hate us."
"Not all humans hate us."
"Well, at least most of them fear us and why shouldn't they? We're more powerful then them."
"Xavier strives for equality and acceptance."
"Is that what you strive for, Lash?"
"I strive for survival. I've always had and you know that."
"I do know that and I'm the same way. So that's what I did. I survived. I got a job."
"Doing what?" She said startled into disbelief.
"Construction." He explained with a laugh. "Being able to move things with my mind makes me an excellent worker."
"I bet it would."
"I had a life going on, a life away from Stryker and testing and controlling serum. I had a flat and a job. Everything was good."
"Then what happened?"
"I was attacked outside my work. It was just a mugger, but I overreacted and my boss saw me use my powers. I ran. I had heard about the institute a few months earlier, but I was reluctant to go since I had a life in England. When I had no choice I came here as a stowaway on board a ship. I didn't have a passport."
"I'm really glad you're here, now."
"So am I."
* * * * * * * * *
"Pyro." Wolverine said walking into the training room noticing the slouched teen.
"Wolverine," he looked up. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," he sighed. "You can stay."
"Thanks."
"Where's Lash?" He asked.
"She's with, Vatic." He said the name with his mouth dripping venom.
"The Professor told me about him. He said Lash was happy to see him."
"Yea. She was. Thrilled is a better word or maybe ecstatic."
"You're not to happy about it, are you?"
"She was all over him." Wolverine lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm exaggerating but there was definitely a hug. It was a long hug and then she didn't. . ." He trailed off.
"Then she didn't what?" He asked more carefully.
"She didn't introduce me as her boyfriend."
"So you two are boyfriend and girlfriend."
"I thought we were." Wolverine could sympathize with the pitiful mutant. He knew what it felt like being in second place and suddenly he felt a sharp hatred for this new boy.
"It'll be ok."
"Really?" He said unbelieving.
"Obviously, she cares about you."
"But he knew her first."
"Doesn't mean anything. She's just happy to see her friend is all."
"They seemed like more then friends."
"You have to trust her."
"I do. I just don't trust him."
"You sound like me." There was a definate ironic smile from them both.
Author: Nyx
Disclaimer: What's there to say? I only own Lash.
Rating: PG-13, mild adult situations.
Feedback: Yes please.
(This is not the new chapter! This is chapter 13, to see the new chapter please go to chapter 12. I am so sorry for the confusion)
"Were you followed?" He asked sitting at the metal desk in the middle of his office.
"I don't think so." Responded Sabertooth.
"You don't think so?" Magneto was growing angry. Sabertooth's cover was broken and Charles had probably traced the over-grown mutant with his mind. "Well, it doesn't really matter does it? Charles know you're here and I'm sure those idealistic students of his will be along shortly."
"Is this going to be a problem?" Asked a fortunate looking teenage mutant who was leaning up against a wall. His dirty blonde hair was covering a pair of dark blue eyes.
"I don't believe so, but I'd hope that Lash would have been more, what's the word, cooperative?"
"I didn't think she would be."
"Well she has obviously sided with Charles. That's is turning out more difficult than expected."
"How will we get her to join us?" He asked seriously. "Now that she knows we're after her she won't be any more cooperative than she was with Sabertooth."
"She only thinks that I am after her. She has no idea that you're here. I want you to go to the institute as a student and try to persuade her to come with us."
"I don't know if she'll listen to me."
"You two were friends weren't you? That's why you want her back."
"Yes we were "friends." He used the term with absolute disgust.
"If you can't get her to join us, than well, it's really no matter to me, is it? You're the one who wants her."
"That I do." And he smirked.
* * * * * * * * *
"What are we going to do if we can't leave school grounds?" She asked, referring to the punishment that the Professor reluctantly given them. She had thought that the sentence was less of the Professor and more of Wolverine.
"Don't worry, I'll figure out something interesting for us to do." They were walking down the hall going towards the science department of the building just in time to see the Professor and a new student exiting his office.
Lash let go of Pyro's hand.
"Vatic!" She yelled happily and ran to him.
"Lash! What are you doing here?" They embraced in a tight hug that John was slightly jealous of. He walked over.
"You two know each other?" He ventured quietly.
"John," She pulled away from Vatic and looked quite ashamed of her self. "This is-"
"Vatic. And who might you be?"
"Pyro." He answered defensively and looked at Lash for assistance but she wasn't any help.
"Pyro, Vatic and I were both help captive by Stryker. We were held in the same facilities. He's a telepath so he doesn't have the same powers and Wolverine and I do."
"Wait, you've seen Wolverine."
"Yea," She smiled. "He's here."
"That's great, Lyps." Lyps, John questioned. It was just a nick named, he reasoned.
"What are you doing here, Bastian? I haven't seen you in months. Where did Stryker take you? Did you know that he was killed? How did you escape?" She rambled on excitedly.
"Whoa, come down. We have to do a lot of catching up. Is this a good time?"
"Of course," She paused. "Unless you mind, Pyro."
"No, it's alright."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, Lash." He put an emphasis on her code name. He had thought they were on a first name basis.
"I'll see you later than." She said more sullenly noticing the betrayal and hurt in his eyes when she didn't introduce him as her boyfriend.
* * * * * * * * *
"I can't believe you're here." She said, again. Her mind kept floating back to John's sad face.
"Lash." He said.
"Uh?" She turned back to look at him.
"You seem distant."
"It's nothing." She told him then changing the subject. "How did you escape?"
"I was in a facility in England and-"
"England? Why England?"
"I don't know. Stryker's plan couldn't be followed through."
"At least that explains why you have a slight accent."
"I do? I guess I do." He laughed. "I was being trained to test out my telepathy and they were pumping me full of drugs."
"What kind of drugs?"
"Different then the ones that kept me from using my powers. They screwed up my senses so I can see sound and smell colors. Stuff like that."
"Really?"
"Really, actually some humans have mixed up senses, too."
"What does my voice look like?"
"Sort of like wind but in different shades of blue."
"What does yours look like?"
"Green, crackily static."
"That's amazing, but how did you escape?"
"Probably the same way you did. The whole facility was in chaos once Stryker had been confirmed dead. Defense was at an all time low so I made my break for it and that was 7 months ago."
"If you were in England how did you get here?"
"I did my best to blend in with the crowd since it's obvious that humans hate us."
"Not all humans hate us."
"Well, at least most of them fear us and why shouldn't they? We're more powerful then them."
"Xavier strives for equality and acceptance."
"Is that what you strive for, Lash?"
"I strive for survival. I've always had and you know that."
"I do know that and I'm the same way. So that's what I did. I survived. I got a job."
"Doing what?" She said startled into disbelief.
"Construction." He explained with a laugh. "Being able to move things with my mind makes me an excellent worker."
"I bet it would."
"I had a life going on, a life away from Stryker and testing and controlling serum. I had a flat and a job. Everything was good."
"Then what happened?"
"I was attacked outside my work. It was just a mugger, but I overreacted and my boss saw me use my powers. I ran. I had heard about the institute a few months earlier, but I was reluctant to go since I had a life in England. When I had no choice I came here as a stowaway on board a ship. I didn't have a passport."
"I'm really glad you're here, now."
"So am I."
* * * * * * * * *
"Pyro." Wolverine said walking into the training room noticing the slouched teen.
"Wolverine," he looked up. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No," he sighed. "You can stay."
"Thanks."
"Where's Lash?" He asked.
"She's with, Vatic." He said the name with his mouth dripping venom.
"The Professor told me about him. He said Lash was happy to see him."
"Yea. She was. Thrilled is a better word or maybe ecstatic."
"You're not to happy about it, are you?"
"She was all over him." Wolverine lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm exaggerating but there was definitely a hug. It was a long hug and then she didn't. . ." He trailed off.
"Then she didn't what?" He asked more carefully.
"She didn't introduce me as her boyfriend."
"So you two are boyfriend and girlfriend."
"I thought we were." Wolverine could sympathize with the pitiful mutant. He knew what it felt like being in second place and suddenly he felt a sharp hatred for this new boy.
"It'll be ok."
"Really?" He said unbelieving.
"Obviously, she cares about you."
"But he knew her first."
"Doesn't mean anything. She's just happy to see her friend is all."
"They seemed like more then friends."
"You have to trust her."
"I do. I just don't trust him."
"You sound like me." There was a definate ironic smile from them both.