Disclaimer: I don't own any of the x men characters. But I do own Rune
(teehee I control her yay!)
A/N: Hello I'm bored and can't sleep so writing some more. Also one of my
reviewers(oh so numerous, as if) sorry I can't remember who requested
Wolverine all I can say is patience my friend and all you seek will come to
eat you or something like that.
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Rune was given a desk since she accepted her job as school psychiatrist for
mutants. She refused their offer of an office saying that she preferred the
students to talk to her in a place were they were comfortable. The only
other thing she requested was the students files, that told her names, ages
and gifts. It had been a week and no student had approached her. Rune took
that as a good sign, but she was slightly discouraged that the students
still passed her with wariness in the hallway of the school. She took to
tune her bike up that had come several days prior. Rune found it somewhat
calming, one day that calmness was broken. Sitting on her bike in the
garage she tested the accelerator. A grinding filled the air and Rune
winced. She tried again and once again grinding echoed. Rune grimaced in
pain. Crouching she inspected the engine, nothing seemed broken or worn.
She was just about to try the accelerator when two men one wearing
sunglasses entered.
"Where the hell do you come off Logan, the bike is mine," they hadn't even
noticed Rune, as she sat there listening.
"So, the bike is yours I honestly don't care" they continued arguing
without even noticing Rune so she got back to fixing her bike, the only
problem was with one hand on the accelerator she couldn't see the engine
properly. The two men were still arguing so Rune decided to give it a shot.
Standing she called out to them
"Fellas" they both stopped and stared at her, surprise showing clearing on
both faces, even on the one with the sunglasses.
"I need some help with my bike" she crouched down again. Looking up she saw
sunglasses looking down at her.
"Ahh miss this isn't a garage for anyone"
"Of course it isn't it's for people with cars and motor vehicles" she
replied "since you're here could you pull on the accelerator" following her
orders he leaned over and pulled on the accelerator. She looked at the
engine her brow furrowed in concentration, there it was.
"Okay stop" she yelled and silence filled the garage. Picking up a wrench
she began taking off a bolt. She could feel them both staring at her.
"Boys did your mother ever teach you not to stare" Rune grunted.
"Sorry" sunglasses said, diverting his hidden gaze.
"No problem with you sunnies, but the little boy behind me is beginning to
get me annoyed"
"Wasn't staring at you, I was looking at your bike" a rougher voice
answered her.
"Sure that's what they all say" finally the bolt came loose, she grinned
and let it clatter to the ground.
"I'm Rune by the way," she said without looking up, working a bolt loose,
sunglasses offered his hand
"Scott"
"Hi Scott I'm sure you'll understand if I don't shake your hand" Scott
grinned
"And your name is little boy, mind you though I already heard it when you
two were arguing, but just for politeness sake, humour me"
"Logan" the bolt came loose and she stood wiping her hands on the jeans she
borrowed from Jean.
"Well I take it Scott you too have a bike, mind if I look" Scott looked at
her and then glanced at Logan then back at her again.
"Alright" he replied drawing his answer out. Leading them he took them to a
beautiful smaller version of a Harley (I'm guessing what type of bike Scott
has so indulge me). Rune's jaw dropped then she grinned
"Oh baby, I can see why you pinched her Logan" she heard Logan chuckling.
"Mind if I" Rune gestured; Scott nodded so with the ease of someone
experienced she slid into the seat and turned the key. Reving the engine,
Rune felt it vibrate through her body and she let out a whoop of enjoyment,
before she remembered she needed to keep calm, as the engine returned to
its normal gentle thrumming before Rune switched the ignition off. Dropping
the keys into Scott's hand she smiled
"Thanks" and with her hands in the back pockets of her jeans she went to
clean up the mess she had made. Crouching down she put the tools back in
their compartments of the toolbox. Turning she went to pick up a wrench
when she saw two boots, looking up she saw Logan standing there watching
her.
"Can I help you Logan?"
"Yeah I was wondering what part your playing in Xavier's little school"
"I'm the school shrink" Logan's face remained expressionless "And what are
you?"
"Nothing really"
"Ohh" she turned her back on him and placed the wrench back "So where are
you from?"
"Canada, you don't sound as if you're from around here," he queried
"That's because I'm not in fact I've haven't even been in this country for
more than a month"
"Perhaps I could show you around" Rune looked up from what she was doing,
green eyes assessing him
"Perhaps or maybe I'll ask Storm or Jean" she replied. Closing the toolbox
she stood it was now that she really cursed her short stature when she
realised he was taller than her.
"Yeah well the offers up for grabs if you want it" he grinned at her and
she felt like slapping him for no particular reason other than to wipe that
smile off his face
"I'll keep it in mind" she began to walk off toolbox in one hand, keys to
her bike in the other "Oh and Logan" she turned to face him "If you touch
my bike without my say so I'll kill you" Logan raised an eyebrow
"Is that a threat?"
"No, just a friendly warning, nice meeting you" she turned and exited the
garage.
"She seems a lot like you" Scott said coming up behind Logan. Logan turned
to Cyclops and regarded him
"And you too she threatened me if I touched her bike"
"All I can say is she a pistol"
"That's for sure" and for once Logan and Scott agreed on one thing the
short, green eyed, black haired school shrink that had surprised them.
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A/N: Wow I like Logan's got a bit of a challenge when coming to be a
dickhead or in Rune's case just plain threatening. Any who don't smoke
cigarettes and drugs are bad also if you have some chickens I advise, if
you want to keep them, don't eat them. ZULTAN!