Two black figures, smelling like smoke were seen coming out of the Danger
Room. A hairy Canadian with claws that seem to be stuck to his knuckles,
and a happy go lucky kid who had just gotten scolded. I guess Logan was
wrong about bringing the kid there at first.
"Logan...?" the kid gulped. "Im really, really sorry bout that.
She didn't expect him to answer with a growl.
Pep wasn't as scared as before. Now she was kinda use to the grumpy guy. Note to self: "Don't and I mean don't ever piss him off, which I just did." Logan hadnt been saying anything but just kept walking, mumbling to himself. She knew he was in a bad mood so she wouldn't dare stay too close to him. Pep just followed him whereever he went for no reason and they ended up in the kitchen.
Logan opened the fridge and grabbed three bottles of beer with one hand and then slammed the fridge and made the place shake a bit. Pep took a seat, so did Logan. He used the edge of the table to open the lid of the bottle and drank everything down in seconds. He did the same with the other two.
"Want some kid?" Logan put the last bottle down and wiped his lips.
"Er...no thanks I don't drink." Pep answered a little shock. She had never seen anyone drink that much beer in a row non-stop.
"Ya sure?" He stood up and grabbed a couple more from the fridge and started drinking them one by one.
"Yeah I'm fine." She promised herself not to drink as long as she lived.
After a few gulps Logan put down his 13th bottle and decided that he had had enough. He gave a little burp. "Excuse me." He apologized.
"Its ok." Pep answered with a frown.
"Whats wrong squirt, somethin bothering ya?"
"You mean Pep." She corrected.
"Whatever. Look I'm not mad at ya ok."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it then?"
"Its...its...nothing." She lied.
"I could tell there's somethin wrong with ya."
"How do you know?"
"I can tell by those darn heatbeats of yours."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Is it about me?"
She just noddded and rested her head in the table.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Ok it's these memories. They won't stop disturbing me, ever since I came here..." She explained with a groan.
"What memories?"
"Its...its..." she choked. "About my parents and...my past...I don't even know?" she said spoke every word slowly and sounded as if she was dead.
"I'm sorry to hear that kid. Logan sighed. "Does Chuck no anything bout it?"
"Yeah, he told me that I should deal with it by myself."
"Why don't you ask him to help you?"
"I don't need anyones help." She said a little cross.
"I bet ya do."
"No I don't! I'm fine on my own!" she screamed with flames in her eyes, blowing up the bottles to bits of glasses. The impact made some fly to Logan!
Logan ignored his cuts knowing that they'd heal fast and just glanced at lil explosive instead. "Kid you really need help!"
"I'm...s-s-sorry." She stammered. "I didn't mean to do that I swear!" tears dripped down her warm face.
Logan felt he needed to something so he gently grabbed the crying child in his arms and cuddled her hoping she'd feel better. "Its ok." He said patting her on the back.
Pep didn't feel comfortable at all but she didn't let go, and want to hurt the man's feelings. For the first time it felt like a father's touch to her.
After a while, he let her go, knowing that she'll adjust. "How often does this happen to you?" he asked seriously.
"I...I dunno..." was all she could say.
"You don't know."
"You wouldn't tell this to the Professor would you?" she said with her puppy eyes.
No one in the mansion could resist her famous adorible puppy red eyes, even Logan. "Nah, maybe next time." He sighed.
"What do you mean next time?"
"The next time this happens I'm telling."
"Please don't!" she pleaded.
"I can't let you suffer like this all the time."
"But..."
"No buts!" he roared.
Pepper feeling confident folded her arms. "Fine at least its not now!"
Logan just laughed his head off.
"Whats so funny!" Never in her life had she seen him laugh like a maniac.
He continued laughing until his sides ached and pointed at her. "Kid you crack me up!"
"That's not funny Mr. Logan!" she rolled her eyes.
"Logan not Mr.!"
"Pep not kid!"
They ended up laughing together. Logan stopped and remembered Pep wasn't suppose to act like that otherwise trouble would follow.
"Thats enough kid. I don't want you to explode anything again got me!"
"Sure thing Mr. Logan!" She tried to control herself until she got hiccups.
For the past few seconds Logan had been sniffing and eyeing around the place. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath.
"Lo-hic what's wro-hic!" her hiccups had just gotten worst.
"Get outta here!" He whispered in a strong tone.
"Huh?" she asked confused and went closer to him.
Temper was rising made him bring out his blades. "I said get outta here!" he roared and pushed the kid across the room.
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Yay I'm done with this chappie! That was fast. I just want to thank all my reviewers. Sorry I can't name them all but thanks for reading and reviewing this fic. Next chap coming up.
"Logan...?" the kid gulped. "Im really, really sorry bout that.
She didn't expect him to answer with a growl.
Pep wasn't as scared as before. Now she was kinda use to the grumpy guy. Note to self: "Don't and I mean don't ever piss him off, which I just did." Logan hadnt been saying anything but just kept walking, mumbling to himself. She knew he was in a bad mood so she wouldn't dare stay too close to him. Pep just followed him whereever he went for no reason and they ended up in the kitchen.
Logan opened the fridge and grabbed three bottles of beer with one hand and then slammed the fridge and made the place shake a bit. Pep took a seat, so did Logan. He used the edge of the table to open the lid of the bottle and drank everything down in seconds. He did the same with the other two.
"Want some kid?" Logan put the last bottle down and wiped his lips.
"Er...no thanks I don't drink." Pep answered a little shock. She had never seen anyone drink that much beer in a row non-stop.
"Ya sure?" He stood up and grabbed a couple more from the fridge and started drinking them one by one.
"Yeah I'm fine." She promised herself not to drink as long as she lived.
After a few gulps Logan put down his 13th bottle and decided that he had had enough. He gave a little burp. "Excuse me." He apologized.
"Its ok." Pep answered with a frown.
"Whats wrong squirt, somethin bothering ya?"
"You mean Pep." She corrected.
"Whatever. Look I'm not mad at ya ok."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it then?"
"Its...its...nothing." She lied.
"I could tell there's somethin wrong with ya."
"How do you know?"
"I can tell by those darn heatbeats of yours."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Is it about me?"
She just noddded and rested her head in the table.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Ok it's these memories. They won't stop disturbing me, ever since I came here..." She explained with a groan.
"What memories?"
"Its...its..." she choked. "About my parents and...my past...I don't even know?" she said spoke every word slowly and sounded as if she was dead.
"I'm sorry to hear that kid. Logan sighed. "Does Chuck no anything bout it?"
"Yeah, he told me that I should deal with it by myself."
"Why don't you ask him to help you?"
"I don't need anyones help." She said a little cross.
"I bet ya do."
"No I don't! I'm fine on my own!" she screamed with flames in her eyes, blowing up the bottles to bits of glasses. The impact made some fly to Logan!
Logan ignored his cuts knowing that they'd heal fast and just glanced at lil explosive instead. "Kid you really need help!"
"I'm...s-s-sorry." She stammered. "I didn't mean to do that I swear!" tears dripped down her warm face.
Logan felt he needed to something so he gently grabbed the crying child in his arms and cuddled her hoping she'd feel better. "Its ok." He said patting her on the back.
Pep didn't feel comfortable at all but she didn't let go, and want to hurt the man's feelings. For the first time it felt like a father's touch to her.
After a while, he let her go, knowing that she'll adjust. "How often does this happen to you?" he asked seriously.
"I...I dunno..." was all she could say.
"You don't know."
"You wouldn't tell this to the Professor would you?" she said with her puppy eyes.
No one in the mansion could resist her famous adorible puppy red eyes, even Logan. "Nah, maybe next time." He sighed.
"What do you mean next time?"
"The next time this happens I'm telling."
"Please don't!" she pleaded.
"I can't let you suffer like this all the time."
"But..."
"No buts!" he roared.
Pepper feeling confident folded her arms. "Fine at least its not now!"
Logan just laughed his head off.
"Whats so funny!" Never in her life had she seen him laugh like a maniac.
He continued laughing until his sides ached and pointed at her. "Kid you crack me up!"
"That's not funny Mr. Logan!" she rolled her eyes.
"Logan not Mr.!"
"Pep not kid!"
They ended up laughing together. Logan stopped and remembered Pep wasn't suppose to act like that otherwise trouble would follow.
"Thats enough kid. I don't want you to explode anything again got me!"
"Sure thing Mr. Logan!" She tried to control herself until she got hiccups.
For the past few seconds Logan had been sniffing and eyeing around the place. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath.
"Lo-hic what's wro-hic!" her hiccups had just gotten worst.
"Get outta here!" He whispered in a strong tone.
"Huh?" she asked confused and went closer to him.
Temper was rising made him bring out his blades. "I said get outta here!" he roared and pushed the kid across the room.
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Yay I'm done with this chappie! That was fast. I just want to thank all my reviewers. Sorry I can't name them all but thanks for reading and reviewing this fic. Next chap coming up.