Ma Soleil
Chapter Three: Brother Not of Blood
Disclaimer: All Marvel Characters are the property of Marvel. This is a work of fanfiction, not an attempt to infringe on Stan Lee's personal arsenal of hotties. I can wish all I like, but Sabes is never gonna show up to collect me, and that's that. Oh, yeah, I'm making zero profit off this and if you want Beck, just ask. X-Cell is my own invention, and it includes the members of the former Generation X (e.g. Husk, M, Skin, Jubilee, Chamber, Leech, and Artie Maddocks, now known as Vision) and is headed by Jubilation Lee and X-Man.
As always, the lifeblood of the fanfiction author is reviews. I will respect constructive criticism, but flames are sincerely unappreciated. My e-mail address is seraph_taurus@thekeyz.com. Thanks for your time and God bless.
XXX
The knock on the door found Rebecca in the shower. She scanned telepathically and picked up Logan's very distinctive psi-signature. Telekinetically opening the door, she sent a brief message to him that she would be out in a moment. Once she had rinsed the suds out of her hair, she tied on a robe and greeted him.
"Nice place ya've got here."
"I used to stay here. . .when I felt like going to the mansion but never had the courage to show up on your doorstep."
"Was that a lot?"
"Yes, it was."
"Creed told me about the. . .tests Sinister did. Ya think they're true?"
"Sure. Why shouldn't they be?"
"It's Sinister."
"He doesn't lie. Not to me."
"How come yer so sure o' that?"
"I know him better than I know myself."
"Oh. That's comfortin', seein' as yer powerful enough ta blow up most o' the continent on an off day."
She smiled tightly as she towel-dried her hair. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Just wonderin'. . .how come ya left? I mean, the X-Men have been yer family."
"Funny. I thought I had said something entirely contradictory to that the moment I left."
"The elf didn't mean no harm by askin' ya ta stay."
"I know. It's just. . .I couldn't stand. . .I'm not talking about this with you, Wolverine. I scarcely know you. And the last time we met, you were hell-bent on ripping my throat out, so let's just say that I'm not entirely comfortable around you."
"Why's that? I thought you were one o' the toughest mercs around, not ta mention one o' the most powerful."
"Ever been bitten by a dog?"
"Can't say as I have."
"Well when one is attacked by a canine, one later skirts it, no matter how much repentance it has shown."
"I think I get what yer tryin' ta say. Once bitten, twice shy."
"Precisely."
"Good. But I ain't here ta attack ya. I'm here ta ask ya ta stay at the mansion."
"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable here."
"Because they miss ya over there. Rogue wants ta hear all about this fella ya've been workin' with, Gumbo's missin' his favorite sparrin' partner, Hayseed's blowin' off ta Kentucky twice a day, an' Kurt's sulkin'. Have ya ever known Kurt ta sulk?"
"Can't say as I have." She replied, making her voice gruff in a pale imitation of his earlier comment. He grinned, thick lips drawing back from ivory-white teeth in a gesture not entirely habitual to him. She pursed her lips and nodded. "Maybe. . .soon. I don't want to be. . .a burden."
"Just 'cause the Prof an' Jeannie are gone don't mean the X-Men ain't gonna welcome one o' their own."
"It's not like I won't visit. I just don't feel right. There are too many people I've attempted evisceration on there."
"All right. I ain't forcin' ya or anything. Just sayin', they miss ya over there."
"Tell them I miss them, too. That's why I came to Salem Center in the first place. And they're welcome over anytime."
"I'll do that, darlin'."
"Thanks."
"Hey, it's headin' on fer eight o'clock. Ya had anythin' ta eat?"
"No, not really."
"Come on down ta Harry's with me."
"Oh, really, I just got out of the shower. . ."
"So put somethin' on. It don't have ta be fancy. I'll wait for ya in the lobby."
"I'm good, seriously. I had a late lunch."
"My treat, darlin'."
"All right. I suppose I owe it to you for nearly ripping your arm out of its socket."
"Without yer powers, no less."
She grinned and flexed a bicep.
"So, I'll meet ya downstairs in a half-hour?"
"Fifteen minutes. I dress fast."
"Sounds good."
"What are you driving."
He flashed another smile, this one dangerously charming. "My bike, o' course."
XXX
Chapter Three: Brother Not of Blood
Disclaimer: All Marvel Characters are the property of Marvel. This is a work of fanfiction, not an attempt to infringe on Stan Lee's personal arsenal of hotties. I can wish all I like, but Sabes is never gonna show up to collect me, and that's that. Oh, yeah, I'm making zero profit off this and if you want Beck, just ask. X-Cell is my own invention, and it includes the members of the former Generation X (e.g. Husk, M, Skin, Jubilee, Chamber, Leech, and Artie Maddocks, now known as Vision) and is headed by Jubilation Lee and X-Man.
As always, the lifeblood of the fanfiction author is reviews. I will respect constructive criticism, but flames are sincerely unappreciated. My e-mail address is seraph_taurus@thekeyz.com. Thanks for your time and God bless.
XXX
The knock on the door found Rebecca in the shower. She scanned telepathically and picked up Logan's very distinctive psi-signature. Telekinetically opening the door, she sent a brief message to him that she would be out in a moment. Once she had rinsed the suds out of her hair, she tied on a robe and greeted him.
"Nice place ya've got here."
"I used to stay here. . .when I felt like going to the mansion but never had the courage to show up on your doorstep."
"Was that a lot?"
"Yes, it was."
"Creed told me about the. . .tests Sinister did. Ya think they're true?"
"Sure. Why shouldn't they be?"
"It's Sinister."
"He doesn't lie. Not to me."
"How come yer so sure o' that?"
"I know him better than I know myself."
"Oh. That's comfortin', seein' as yer powerful enough ta blow up most o' the continent on an off day."
She smiled tightly as she towel-dried her hair. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Just wonderin'. . .how come ya left? I mean, the X-Men have been yer family."
"Funny. I thought I had said something entirely contradictory to that the moment I left."
"The elf didn't mean no harm by askin' ya ta stay."
"I know. It's just. . .I couldn't stand. . .I'm not talking about this with you, Wolverine. I scarcely know you. And the last time we met, you were hell-bent on ripping my throat out, so let's just say that I'm not entirely comfortable around you."
"Why's that? I thought you were one o' the toughest mercs around, not ta mention one o' the most powerful."
"Ever been bitten by a dog?"
"Can't say as I have."
"Well when one is attacked by a canine, one later skirts it, no matter how much repentance it has shown."
"I think I get what yer tryin' ta say. Once bitten, twice shy."
"Precisely."
"Good. But I ain't here ta attack ya. I'm here ta ask ya ta stay at the mansion."
"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable here."
"Because they miss ya over there. Rogue wants ta hear all about this fella ya've been workin' with, Gumbo's missin' his favorite sparrin' partner, Hayseed's blowin' off ta Kentucky twice a day, an' Kurt's sulkin'. Have ya ever known Kurt ta sulk?"
"Can't say as I have." She replied, making her voice gruff in a pale imitation of his earlier comment. He grinned, thick lips drawing back from ivory-white teeth in a gesture not entirely habitual to him. She pursed her lips and nodded. "Maybe. . .soon. I don't want to be. . .a burden."
"Just 'cause the Prof an' Jeannie are gone don't mean the X-Men ain't gonna welcome one o' their own."
"It's not like I won't visit. I just don't feel right. There are too many people I've attempted evisceration on there."
"All right. I ain't forcin' ya or anything. Just sayin', they miss ya over there."
"Tell them I miss them, too. That's why I came to Salem Center in the first place. And they're welcome over anytime."
"I'll do that, darlin'."
"Thanks."
"Hey, it's headin' on fer eight o'clock. Ya had anythin' ta eat?"
"No, not really."
"Come on down ta Harry's with me."
"Oh, really, I just got out of the shower. . ."
"So put somethin' on. It don't have ta be fancy. I'll wait for ya in the lobby."
"I'm good, seriously. I had a late lunch."
"My treat, darlin'."
"All right. I suppose I owe it to you for nearly ripping your arm out of its socket."
"Without yer powers, no less."
She grinned and flexed a bicep.
"So, I'll meet ya downstairs in a half-hour?"
"Fifteen minutes. I dress fast."
"Sounds good."
"What are you driving."
He flashed another smile, this one dangerously charming. "My bike, o' course."
XXX