Ok, I admit it! I got the name wrong! Or so a certain person who reviewed
pointed out, so now it's Howlett, James Howlett she's looking for, I've
changed the first chapter. I don't own that name though, I don't own the X
men whether Evolution or animated or whatever. I do own.....Lauren though.
Yes, that's her name, Lauren.
Chapter 2
The dark eyed, navy haired woman strolled down the corridor from Xavier's office. 'Nice first impression' she thought. 'Well, that's what they get for lying to me.' She thought about that last thought. They had to be lying; she knew Howlett was here, she could smell him. On the other hand, what she couldn't smell was lying and deceit, had he used a different name perhaps? Or was he living here without their knowledge? She shook her head, her mind spinning. She'd find James. She'd find James or her name wasn't Lauren E. Howlett. After searching for him for over fifteen years, she wasn't going to walk straight passed him and not notice. She was vaguely aware of bumping into someone, being lost in her mind.
"Sorry, kid." Was it a kid? She didn't care, she carried on walking until a sound snapped her to reality.
"ACHOO!" She turned to the fuzzy blue elf.
"Gazuntite." Lauren said, a smile playing across her face. "Hey, kid. Come here." Kurt sauntered over to her.
"Who are you?" His German accent was incredibly thick, yet it sounded worse with a stuffed nose and sore throat. "Vas are you doing?" She put a hand on his furry chest.
"I'm Lauren and this might hurt a bit." Before Kurt could protest, the air was sucked from him. He felt like something was trying burst from his chest, like an important organ was being sucked from him with a vacuum cleaner. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at what the hell she was doing, he was blinded by an amazing white light that reflected off his amber eyes. It spread out into the air like glittering white smoke and vanished.
"Mien Gott! Vhat was that!" Kurt said, gob smacked. His voice was its usual cheery self, his cold was gone, he was cured. He took a deep breath through his nose. "I can breathe again!"
"You should take better care of yourself, kid." Lauren left to go down the large staircase, she paused when Kurt shouted to her.
"Wait!" He bellowed dramatically. "Who are you?" She didn't look at him.
"Already told you, kid; I'm Lauren." She carried on to the stairs. She knew she was annoying him. What was she to tell him? Her life story? Too long. Her medical status? There was none. What did he want from her? He appeared in her path with a ring of smoke surrounding him. She looked at him. He didn't seem to know why he'd even done that.
"Er.....So, are you a mutant?" Stupid question. He grinned innocently.
"Sure am. I'm guessing you are too or is that just one freaky Halloween costume?" She watched his tail hypnotically swishing back and forth.
"Nien, it's me." He looked at the woolly jumper and jeans he was wearing, a difference from his usual spandex suit.
"That jumper doesn't suit you." Lauren muttered as she turned and quickly slid down the stairs. 'That was fast' Kurt thought, he looked again at the woolly jumper, she was right, light blue just made his fur look darker. He teleported to his room and changed into something more comfortable and more him.
Kitty wasn't happy. Kitty had Lauren sitting next to her. Kitty didn't know Lauren. Kitty watched Lauren out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that Lauren kept stealing glances at Logan, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Kitty thought about Lauren getting sliced and diced by Logan. Interesting. She saw the twinkle in Lauren's eye every time she looked at Logan. 'Like, wow!' Kitty's thoughts were travelling far without her. 'Is it, like, just me or does she have a thing for Mr. Logan? I have to tell someone!' Kitty raced from the room. She stopped in the hallway to breathe and think a little. 'Ok, like, Jean was in there!' She mentally kicked herself. 'Ok, like, who else is there to tell?' The only person she could think of that might actually listen was Kurt. She galloped to his room and burst in. He was hanging from the light, reading a book.
Back in front of the TV, Jean was noticing the same thing, yet she was thinking differently. 'She's watching every move he makes, what is she thinking? I could take a look; see who this James Howlett really is.' She also mentally kicked herself. 'Get a hold of yourself! The professor would be appalled! I can't go snooping in other people's minds just because I'm curious.' She played with her hair as Logan went to get another can of beer. Lauren was watching the way he walked, his body language; she was completely obsessed on him. Did Logan know? Couldn't he sense that she was watching him? When he came back and passed their sofa, Lauren snatched his beer.
"Thanks." She was grinning widely. As he reached for the can she licked it all over with her grin widening more and more, if it was possible. Logan slumped into his armchair and mumbled as he stared at the TV again, trying not to let his anger get the better of him.
"Last one was it?" Lauren teased as she opened the can and took a refreshing gulp. She was like an annoying little sister. Logan tried not to glare and probably kill her, but it was proving harder than he thought, why did she have to swallow so loud? Jean could sense the tension, it was unnerving. There'd be blood and guts all over the walls soon if this kept up. Lauren gave a loud "Aaaaaaah!" as she finished her cold drink. Jean could see Logan's fists clench and unclench and he attempted to block out the sound. Jean bolted, she didn't want to know what happened, yet she realised that she'd left a defenceless woman against the Wolverine. She was torn between choices.
_I decided to leave it there, this is my first fanfic ever so Im new to the concept but was that a cliff-hanger? Whatever. Thanks for the reviews! A talking cuddly Wolverine toy for every reviewer! Yey!
Wolvie toy: I'll slice and dice ya!
I never get tired of that!_
Chapter 2
The dark eyed, navy haired woman strolled down the corridor from Xavier's office. 'Nice first impression' she thought. 'Well, that's what they get for lying to me.' She thought about that last thought. They had to be lying; she knew Howlett was here, she could smell him. On the other hand, what she couldn't smell was lying and deceit, had he used a different name perhaps? Or was he living here without their knowledge? She shook her head, her mind spinning. She'd find James. She'd find James or her name wasn't Lauren E. Howlett. After searching for him for over fifteen years, she wasn't going to walk straight passed him and not notice. She was vaguely aware of bumping into someone, being lost in her mind.
"Sorry, kid." Was it a kid? She didn't care, she carried on walking until a sound snapped her to reality.
"ACHOO!" She turned to the fuzzy blue elf.
"Gazuntite." Lauren said, a smile playing across her face. "Hey, kid. Come here." Kurt sauntered over to her.
"Who are you?" His German accent was incredibly thick, yet it sounded worse with a stuffed nose and sore throat. "Vas are you doing?" She put a hand on his furry chest.
"I'm Lauren and this might hurt a bit." Before Kurt could protest, the air was sucked from him. He felt like something was trying burst from his chest, like an important organ was being sucked from him with a vacuum cleaner. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at what the hell she was doing, he was blinded by an amazing white light that reflected off his amber eyes. It spread out into the air like glittering white smoke and vanished.
"Mien Gott! Vhat was that!" Kurt said, gob smacked. His voice was its usual cheery self, his cold was gone, he was cured. He took a deep breath through his nose. "I can breathe again!"
"You should take better care of yourself, kid." Lauren left to go down the large staircase, she paused when Kurt shouted to her.
"Wait!" He bellowed dramatically. "Who are you?" She didn't look at him.
"Already told you, kid; I'm Lauren." She carried on to the stairs. She knew she was annoying him. What was she to tell him? Her life story? Too long. Her medical status? There was none. What did he want from her? He appeared in her path with a ring of smoke surrounding him. She looked at him. He didn't seem to know why he'd even done that.
"Er.....So, are you a mutant?" Stupid question. He grinned innocently.
"Sure am. I'm guessing you are too or is that just one freaky Halloween costume?" She watched his tail hypnotically swishing back and forth.
"Nien, it's me." He looked at the woolly jumper and jeans he was wearing, a difference from his usual spandex suit.
"That jumper doesn't suit you." Lauren muttered as she turned and quickly slid down the stairs. 'That was fast' Kurt thought, he looked again at the woolly jumper, she was right, light blue just made his fur look darker. He teleported to his room and changed into something more comfortable and more him.
Kitty wasn't happy. Kitty had Lauren sitting next to her. Kitty didn't know Lauren. Kitty watched Lauren out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that Lauren kept stealing glances at Logan, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Kitty thought about Lauren getting sliced and diced by Logan. Interesting. She saw the twinkle in Lauren's eye every time she looked at Logan. 'Like, wow!' Kitty's thoughts were travelling far without her. 'Is it, like, just me or does she have a thing for Mr. Logan? I have to tell someone!' Kitty raced from the room. She stopped in the hallway to breathe and think a little. 'Ok, like, Jean was in there!' She mentally kicked herself. 'Ok, like, who else is there to tell?' The only person she could think of that might actually listen was Kurt. She galloped to his room and burst in. He was hanging from the light, reading a book.
Back in front of the TV, Jean was noticing the same thing, yet she was thinking differently. 'She's watching every move he makes, what is she thinking? I could take a look; see who this James Howlett really is.' She also mentally kicked herself. 'Get a hold of yourself! The professor would be appalled! I can't go snooping in other people's minds just because I'm curious.' She played with her hair as Logan went to get another can of beer. Lauren was watching the way he walked, his body language; she was completely obsessed on him. Did Logan know? Couldn't he sense that she was watching him? When he came back and passed their sofa, Lauren snatched his beer.
"Thanks." She was grinning widely. As he reached for the can she licked it all over with her grin widening more and more, if it was possible. Logan slumped into his armchair and mumbled as he stared at the TV again, trying not to let his anger get the better of him.
"Last one was it?" Lauren teased as she opened the can and took a refreshing gulp. She was like an annoying little sister. Logan tried not to glare and probably kill her, but it was proving harder than he thought, why did she have to swallow so loud? Jean could sense the tension, it was unnerving. There'd be blood and guts all over the walls soon if this kept up. Lauren gave a loud "Aaaaaaah!" as she finished her cold drink. Jean could see Logan's fists clench and unclench and he attempted to block out the sound. Jean bolted, she didn't want to know what happened, yet she realised that she'd left a defenceless woman against the Wolverine. She was torn between choices.
_I decided to leave it there, this is my first fanfic ever so Im new to the concept but was that a cliff-hanger? Whatever. Thanks for the reviews! A talking cuddly Wolverine toy for every reviewer! Yey!
Wolvie toy: I'll slice and dice ya!
I never get tired of that!_
