Disclaimer: I don't own any of the x men characters. But I do own Rune
(teehee I control her yay!) oh and Chris Mant and his gang are also mine!
Heheh god I'm so evil.
A/N: Hello all okay here's the deal you read what I wrote and then you
review and then I am happy and you will not face my vengeful wrath. Anywho
just read it
Rune looked at the others strapped in their seats. It had been two weeks
since Rune's accident and although her leg still hurt it wasn't tortuous to
stand. Xavier had wanted to want until Jean had given her the all clear.
After all it did concern her. The whole plane or whatever it was (if anyone
knows the actual name I'd really appreciate if you told me) was extremely
strange. Storm was flying and Scott was sitting next to her flying the
contraption. Behind them were Jean and Logan and lastly Rune sitting
feeling quite small near the back.
"Landing soon" Storm said
"Were are we landing?" Rune asked.
"On the out skirts of Cairns"
"This Australia there is no such thing as out skirts" Rune replied. Scott
didn't seem to hear and soon all of them were tramping out of the plane or
whatever it was. They had landed in a paddock; to the east she could see
the end of the Great Dividing Range. Breathing in Rune smiled.
"Is there something different in the air?" Storm asked watching Rune
"Not that I know of" Rune crouched down on the ground and picked a small
flower and slipped it into her pocket.
"Scott, how far are we from Mungana"
"About ten km in that direction he pointed northeast"
"Okay I know a small we can crash for the night, it's ten minutes walk from
here"
"What place?"
"My house"
"Okay, lead the way" still walking with a slight limp she drew her thin
jacket close the air had a slight nip to it, as winter drew it's last
breath for the year. They crossed the paddock they were in and came to a
fence. Climbing over it Rune got her bearings and head off again. The bush
was thick here and dangerous walking at night. Soon they came to another
fence and climbing over this one Rune caught sight of a small bungalow
house at the far end. Her safety, her sanctuary and her home.
"Is that it?" Logan came up behind her hardly making a noise
"Yep, home sweet home" she smiled and kept on walking. At the door she got
the hidden key, it was under a loose weatherboard, and opening the door
musty air slammed her in the face.
"When was the last time you were here?" Jean asked. Rune stepped aside
holding the door open for the others
"About six months ago" Rune shut the door and went down the hallway that
leads to the kitchen. Switching on the light she sniffed, something was
rotten or rotting. Walking to the fridge that was off she opened it and a
rank smell assailed her.
"Oh God" she took a breath of fresher smelling air and grabbed the six
month old food and milk and ran to the back were she chucked it in a bin.
Once back inside Storm was sitting at the table while Logan leaned against
the wall.
"Where's Jean and Scott?"
"Cyclops and Jean are checking the windows and looking for some extra
blankets"
"Cyclops?" Rune looked at Logan with a questioning expression
"An nickname, sort of an alias" Storm replied, her brown face smiling.
"Ahh, what about the two of you?"
"Wolverine" Logan replied
"Storm" Storm replied
"I see" Rune frowned in confusion. A sound of something falling came from
the living room. Walking down the hallway she turned into the room left
from the front door. A picture frame, covered in dust had fallen and the
glass had smashed. It was a picture of Rune and someone she couldn't
remember the name of, even though she wanted to. The picture struck a
remembrance that she didn't any memory before two ago, when Chris had found
her in the back of a bar, getting beaten up. Jean stooped to pick up the
glass.
"Sorry about this Rune" She said.
"Leave it" Rune replied rather sharply and Jean looked at her dazed
slightly. Rune managed a shaky smile to calm Jean "I clean it up could you
guys get the extra blankets there in the cupboard in the hallway" both of
them left the room and rather quickly. Picking up the broken glass she put
it on the mantle and picked up the picture. Crossing the room she sat down
on the low couch she searched her mind like she had down so many times
before, trying to remember whom the person was. He was a young boy about 15
with black hair and brown eyes and a straight nose. His smile was wide, his
lips thin and he had his arm slung around the shoulders of a younger
looking Rune. In the photograph she was about 14 she guessed. Her face was
still the same but her hair longer and thicker. She was smiling as if
nothing in the world could go wrong. But something had gone wrong, but
what? Rune chewed her lip as she sat in the dim living room.
"Who the kid?" Logan asked. The question jolted Rune out of thought and she
realised that Logan was sitting next to her, a beer bottle in his hand,
Fosters.
"You're being extremely Australian" Rune smiled
"How?" Logan asked
"Your choice of beer, I kept it around only because a friend from the town
who always came over when I was here, drank it"
"How nice of you"
"Did Jean and Scott find the blankets?"
"Yeah but I noticed there was only one bed, a double I might add"
"We're sitting on a sofa bed and that couch is pretty comfy, we'll make do"
"Ahh, so you haven't answered my question"
"He is an ex boyfriend" Rune lied
"I don't believe you"
"Why not?"
"Because when you lie the corner of your lip twitches as if your gonna
smile"
"Really?" Rune asked shocked "Most people can't tell when I'm lying"
"So who is he?" Rune gripped the top of the picture frame, with the frame
lying on her forearms.
"The truth?"
"The truth"
"The truth is I don't know" Logan took a sip and he frowned.
"You don't know"
"Yeah I don't know" Rune repeated slightly annoyed, she looked at him, he
was staring off into space and his face bore a strange expression.
"Logan?" her words seemed to snap him out of thought. He frowned again and
took another, longer sip "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" he replied, verbally shaking her off. He got up and left the
room. Rune stared at the doorway, quite confused. Standing she put the
picture on the mantle and grabbed some newspaper and wood from a metal
bucket next to the fire. She stuffed the newspaper between the logs of wood
and lit it. The fire twisted and turned and began to eat up the newspaper
and started licking the wood. She walked over to the sofa bed and unfolded
it. She collapsed on it and lay there listening to the crackle of the fire.
She heard a scuffle of feet on the wood floors and looking up she saw Storm
standing there her arms laden with blankets and sheets. Rune took a fitted
sheet from Storm and began putting it on the bed. Without a word Storm put
the other blankets on the couch and began helping Rune. Both women worked
quickly and efficiently. Once they were done both flopped down on the bed,
well actually only Rune did, Storm sat and lay down. Logan walked in and
frowned.
"Does this mean I get the couch?" he asked despairingly.
"You got that right cowboy" Rune replied with a grin as she threw a pillow
at him. He caught it and chucked it on the couch. Walking over to the fire
he warmed his hands while he watched them. Ignoring him Rune slipped
underneath the covers and laid her head down. Logan and Storm began talking
but Rune was too tired to concentrate on the words. Soon she was asleep.
*
A/N: Well end to another chapter, please remember that if you experience
any trauma, IT'S NOT MY FALUT! Anywho please review and I won't disturb
you. Actually I take that back I will disturb you as I am a disturbed
person. And ZULTAN!
(teehee I control her yay!) oh and Chris Mant and his gang are also mine!
Heheh god I'm so evil.
A/N: Hello all okay here's the deal you read what I wrote and then you
review and then I am happy and you will not face my vengeful wrath. Anywho
just read it
Rune looked at the others strapped in their seats. It had been two weeks
since Rune's accident and although her leg still hurt it wasn't tortuous to
stand. Xavier had wanted to want until Jean had given her the all clear.
After all it did concern her. The whole plane or whatever it was (if anyone
knows the actual name I'd really appreciate if you told me) was extremely
strange. Storm was flying and Scott was sitting next to her flying the
contraption. Behind them were Jean and Logan and lastly Rune sitting
feeling quite small near the back.
"Landing soon" Storm said
"Were are we landing?" Rune asked.
"On the out skirts of Cairns"
"This Australia there is no such thing as out skirts" Rune replied. Scott
didn't seem to hear and soon all of them were tramping out of the plane or
whatever it was. They had landed in a paddock; to the east she could see
the end of the Great Dividing Range. Breathing in Rune smiled.
"Is there something different in the air?" Storm asked watching Rune
"Not that I know of" Rune crouched down on the ground and picked a small
flower and slipped it into her pocket.
"Scott, how far are we from Mungana"
"About ten km in that direction he pointed northeast"
"Okay I know a small we can crash for the night, it's ten minutes walk from
here"
"What place?"
"My house"
"Okay, lead the way" still walking with a slight limp she drew her thin
jacket close the air had a slight nip to it, as winter drew it's last
breath for the year. They crossed the paddock they were in and came to a
fence. Climbing over it Rune got her bearings and head off again. The bush
was thick here and dangerous walking at night. Soon they came to another
fence and climbing over this one Rune caught sight of a small bungalow
house at the far end. Her safety, her sanctuary and her home.
"Is that it?" Logan came up behind her hardly making a noise
"Yep, home sweet home" she smiled and kept on walking. At the door she got
the hidden key, it was under a loose weatherboard, and opening the door
musty air slammed her in the face.
"When was the last time you were here?" Jean asked. Rune stepped aside
holding the door open for the others
"About six months ago" Rune shut the door and went down the hallway that
leads to the kitchen. Switching on the light she sniffed, something was
rotten or rotting. Walking to the fridge that was off she opened it and a
rank smell assailed her.
"Oh God" she took a breath of fresher smelling air and grabbed the six
month old food and milk and ran to the back were she chucked it in a bin.
Once back inside Storm was sitting at the table while Logan leaned against
the wall.
"Where's Jean and Scott?"
"Cyclops and Jean are checking the windows and looking for some extra
blankets"
"Cyclops?" Rune looked at Logan with a questioning expression
"An nickname, sort of an alias" Storm replied, her brown face smiling.
"Ahh, what about the two of you?"
"Wolverine" Logan replied
"Storm" Storm replied
"I see" Rune frowned in confusion. A sound of something falling came from
the living room. Walking down the hallway she turned into the room left
from the front door. A picture frame, covered in dust had fallen and the
glass had smashed. It was a picture of Rune and someone she couldn't
remember the name of, even though she wanted to. The picture struck a
remembrance that she didn't any memory before two ago, when Chris had found
her in the back of a bar, getting beaten up. Jean stooped to pick up the
glass.
"Sorry about this Rune" She said.
"Leave it" Rune replied rather sharply and Jean looked at her dazed
slightly. Rune managed a shaky smile to calm Jean "I clean it up could you
guys get the extra blankets there in the cupboard in the hallway" both of
them left the room and rather quickly. Picking up the broken glass she put
it on the mantle and picked up the picture. Crossing the room she sat down
on the low couch she searched her mind like she had down so many times
before, trying to remember whom the person was. He was a young boy about 15
with black hair and brown eyes and a straight nose. His smile was wide, his
lips thin and he had his arm slung around the shoulders of a younger
looking Rune. In the photograph she was about 14 she guessed. Her face was
still the same but her hair longer and thicker. She was smiling as if
nothing in the world could go wrong. But something had gone wrong, but
what? Rune chewed her lip as she sat in the dim living room.
"Who the kid?" Logan asked. The question jolted Rune out of thought and she
realised that Logan was sitting next to her, a beer bottle in his hand,
Fosters.
"You're being extremely Australian" Rune smiled
"How?" Logan asked
"Your choice of beer, I kept it around only because a friend from the town
who always came over when I was here, drank it"
"How nice of you"
"Did Jean and Scott find the blankets?"
"Yeah but I noticed there was only one bed, a double I might add"
"We're sitting on a sofa bed and that couch is pretty comfy, we'll make do"
"Ahh, so you haven't answered my question"
"He is an ex boyfriend" Rune lied
"I don't believe you"
"Why not?"
"Because when you lie the corner of your lip twitches as if your gonna
smile"
"Really?" Rune asked shocked "Most people can't tell when I'm lying"
"So who is he?" Rune gripped the top of the picture frame, with the frame
lying on her forearms.
"The truth?"
"The truth"
"The truth is I don't know" Logan took a sip and he frowned.
"You don't know"
"Yeah I don't know" Rune repeated slightly annoyed, she looked at him, he
was staring off into space and his face bore a strange expression.
"Logan?" her words seemed to snap him out of thought. He frowned again and
took another, longer sip "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" he replied, verbally shaking her off. He got up and left the
room. Rune stared at the doorway, quite confused. Standing she put the
picture on the mantle and grabbed some newspaper and wood from a metal
bucket next to the fire. She stuffed the newspaper between the logs of wood
and lit it. The fire twisted and turned and began to eat up the newspaper
and started licking the wood. She walked over to the sofa bed and unfolded
it. She collapsed on it and lay there listening to the crackle of the fire.
She heard a scuffle of feet on the wood floors and looking up she saw Storm
standing there her arms laden with blankets and sheets. Rune took a fitted
sheet from Storm and began putting it on the bed. Without a word Storm put
the other blankets on the couch and began helping Rune. Both women worked
quickly and efficiently. Once they were done both flopped down on the bed,
well actually only Rune did, Storm sat and lay down. Logan walked in and
frowned.
"Does this mean I get the couch?" he asked despairingly.
"You got that right cowboy" Rune replied with a grin as she threw a pillow
at him. He caught it and chucked it on the couch. Walking over to the fire
he warmed his hands while he watched them. Ignoring him Rune slipped
underneath the covers and laid her head down. Logan and Storm began talking
but Rune was too tired to concentrate on the words. Soon she was asleep.
*
A/N: Well end to another chapter, please remember that if you experience
any trauma, IT'S NOT MY FALUT! Anywho please review and I won't disturb
you. Actually I take that back I will disturb you as I am a disturbed
person. And ZULTAN!
