Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora, Rian,
Granite and Serpentine, and the weapons I gave to Orion, plus her name. But
the character itself remains Marvel's. Plot is mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Aurora now has her own profile on my web page! (See address at bottom)
Chapter 46
The X-Men boarded their jet in silence; each one took to their seat automatically. Seat belts fastened. Door shut calmly. Exchanged expressions of blank visages.
The jet roared powerfully. Lifting the weight from the floor, it escaped as the roof opened and flew majestically out of the basketball court and to it's rightful place in the sky.
Dark clouds had gathered above their wings. The clouds rolled and pulsed as they moved, gliding over to obscure the sky from their vision.
With the clouds came gentle rain. Water streaked the window of the craft and dropped harmlessly down to the earth. The jet still roared through, speeding with thunderous engines.
Inside, Scott was directing the jet, staring straight ahead. The slight tremble of a slim gloved finger broke the confidence he was trying to grow. The inside remained silent and many kept their vision to the floor. Aurora however, looked up, her eyes meeting the back of Scott's head. She looked to her left watching Logan stare gravely to the left of the jet, his eyes focused upon no direct object.
Logan cupped his cheek with a gloved hand, his mind reeling with so many different thoughts. Jean's image travelled over his mind as Aurora's voice repeated over, sounding so distant, 'Your blood runs through me, and mine runs through you.' Logan's head lowered from the random gazing and he glanced down over his lap. The thoughts refused to leave him, his mind suddenly swooped and anger developed as he focused on their mission. Sadness returned, then longing, then rage, then despair. So many, so many wanting him to respond, so many wanting to break the solid form of a man, to bring him down.
Abruptly, Logan stood up from his loose belts and strode silently to the back of the jet, away from the prying eyes. He dropped down upon a metal bench that lined the far walls. His head fell, palms catching the forehead with a careful touch. His fingertips drove themselves through the front of his hair, soul trying to wring his brain dry of thoughts.
Kurt peered round his seat, his eyes resting on the sullen man who remained on his own, "Are you alright Wolverine?" Came the heavily accented voice. Bright yellow eyes waited for a reply, blue skin still with the familiar shimmer.
Logan's head lifted and he shrugged roughly, forehead soon returning to the spot on his palms.
Kurt sighed to himself, turning back to face the front of the jet.
Aurora was not deterred by his unresponsive state, believing in that knowledge of their shared beings, she believed, her, if any, would be able to understand his problem.
Logan could smell her anxiety and heard her soft footsteps as she approached. He didn't look up to her, hiding his eyes from her form, staring down upon the floor.
Before he realised a difference in the air, a rough material nudged at his right knuckle softly. Curious to the touch, Logan peered round his fists, eyeing suspiciously.
Peaceful grey eyes watched his, the large head canting as the wolf sat in front of him, watching him with a patient aura. Logan couldn't resist, his hands stripped themselves of gloves and crept forward to halt within a few inches of her wonderful soft pelt. They waited in an almost respectful manner, Logan not daring to touch her beautiful exquisite form without her approval.
Aurora tilted her head to the nearest hand, the palm being forced to brush upon the beautiful fur of her crown. Tense atmosphere shattered between then, and Logan managed a truthful smile as his hand collided with her silky soft coat.
The hours of agony from raw emotions seemed to simmer with the very touch of her warm body. So much sense radiated from her, and he understood everything about her, as she did about him by their mere exchange of glances.
He fell inside her aura of peace, a harmony radiated from those pale eyes that he bonded with instantly. He felt as if he was consoling himself by the familiarities from the touch.
A contented whine of affection murmured from the heavy chest of the beautiful wolf. Her head canted to the gentle stroking of Logan's hand at her neck.
The noise caused the head of Storm to turn and glimpse over the odd sight at the back. Her gaze hovered there a little longer, she could almost sense the warmth of their friendship and it flooded the intense atmosphere and soothed the painful emotions of all.
Scott unfastened his belt, he and Storm exchanging a nod as they swapped seats. Storm took the controls, leading the jet to their destination. Logan and Aurora had remained sat in their quiet corner. Logan still running his hand over her head and neck in such a gentle motion, a touch that one could never imagine to be possible from the adamantium clawed beast of a mutant.
Another hour passed and Kurt had sunk into faint reading, a red folder was being read through curiously. Light conversation travelled between the trio at the front of the jet. It was general and sparse, one topic never satisfying them, causing silence to be resumed often.
At the end of the craft, Logan was still sat upon the bench, once more lost in thought. But his eyes didn't have the same distant dull glare of sorrow; they shone as if he had found a new source of happiness, a new source of nutrition to aid his wearied mind.
One arm rested at his lap, the other round the shoulder of a sleeping Aurora whose human body was curled upon the bench, a head to his shoulder and arms resting against his thigh.
One man and his wolf may never be separated.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Aurora now has her own profile on my web page! (See address at bottom)
Chapter 46
The X-Men boarded their jet in silence; each one took to their seat automatically. Seat belts fastened. Door shut calmly. Exchanged expressions of blank visages.
The jet roared powerfully. Lifting the weight from the floor, it escaped as the roof opened and flew majestically out of the basketball court and to it's rightful place in the sky.
Dark clouds had gathered above their wings. The clouds rolled and pulsed as they moved, gliding over to obscure the sky from their vision.
With the clouds came gentle rain. Water streaked the window of the craft and dropped harmlessly down to the earth. The jet still roared through, speeding with thunderous engines.
Inside, Scott was directing the jet, staring straight ahead. The slight tremble of a slim gloved finger broke the confidence he was trying to grow. The inside remained silent and many kept their vision to the floor. Aurora however, looked up, her eyes meeting the back of Scott's head. She looked to her left watching Logan stare gravely to the left of the jet, his eyes focused upon no direct object.
Logan cupped his cheek with a gloved hand, his mind reeling with so many different thoughts. Jean's image travelled over his mind as Aurora's voice repeated over, sounding so distant, 'Your blood runs through me, and mine runs through you.' Logan's head lowered from the random gazing and he glanced down over his lap. The thoughts refused to leave him, his mind suddenly swooped and anger developed as he focused on their mission. Sadness returned, then longing, then rage, then despair. So many, so many wanting him to respond, so many wanting to break the solid form of a man, to bring him down.
Abruptly, Logan stood up from his loose belts and strode silently to the back of the jet, away from the prying eyes. He dropped down upon a metal bench that lined the far walls. His head fell, palms catching the forehead with a careful touch. His fingertips drove themselves through the front of his hair, soul trying to wring his brain dry of thoughts.
Kurt peered round his seat, his eyes resting on the sullen man who remained on his own, "Are you alright Wolverine?" Came the heavily accented voice. Bright yellow eyes waited for a reply, blue skin still with the familiar shimmer.
Logan's head lifted and he shrugged roughly, forehead soon returning to the spot on his palms.
Kurt sighed to himself, turning back to face the front of the jet.
Aurora was not deterred by his unresponsive state, believing in that knowledge of their shared beings, she believed, her, if any, would be able to understand his problem.
Logan could smell her anxiety and heard her soft footsteps as she approached. He didn't look up to her, hiding his eyes from her form, staring down upon the floor.
Before he realised a difference in the air, a rough material nudged at his right knuckle softly. Curious to the touch, Logan peered round his fists, eyeing suspiciously.
Peaceful grey eyes watched his, the large head canting as the wolf sat in front of him, watching him with a patient aura. Logan couldn't resist, his hands stripped themselves of gloves and crept forward to halt within a few inches of her wonderful soft pelt. They waited in an almost respectful manner, Logan not daring to touch her beautiful exquisite form without her approval.
Aurora tilted her head to the nearest hand, the palm being forced to brush upon the beautiful fur of her crown. Tense atmosphere shattered between then, and Logan managed a truthful smile as his hand collided with her silky soft coat.
The hours of agony from raw emotions seemed to simmer with the very touch of her warm body. So much sense radiated from her, and he understood everything about her, as she did about him by their mere exchange of glances.
He fell inside her aura of peace, a harmony radiated from those pale eyes that he bonded with instantly. He felt as if he was consoling himself by the familiarities from the touch.
A contented whine of affection murmured from the heavy chest of the beautiful wolf. Her head canted to the gentle stroking of Logan's hand at her neck.
The noise caused the head of Storm to turn and glimpse over the odd sight at the back. Her gaze hovered there a little longer, she could almost sense the warmth of their friendship and it flooded the intense atmosphere and soothed the painful emotions of all.
Scott unfastened his belt, he and Storm exchanging a nod as they swapped seats. Storm took the controls, leading the jet to their destination. Logan and Aurora had remained sat in their quiet corner. Logan still running his hand over her head and neck in such a gentle motion, a touch that one could never imagine to be possible from the adamantium clawed beast of a mutant.
Another hour passed and Kurt had sunk into faint reading, a red folder was being read through curiously. Light conversation travelled between the trio at the front of the jet. It was general and sparse, one topic never satisfying them, causing silence to be resumed often.
At the end of the craft, Logan was still sat upon the bench, once more lost in thought. But his eyes didn't have the same distant dull glare of sorrow; they shone as if he had found a new source of happiness, a new source of nutrition to aid his wearied mind.
One arm rested at his lap, the other round the shoulder of a sleeping Aurora whose human body was curled upon the bench, a head to his shoulder and arms resting against his thigh.
One man and his wolf may never be separated.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, visit: (www.freewebs.com/xwotw)
