Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them.
Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books
and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my
own.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Jenny: New reviewer! *clings to you* Hehe.. But yes, Rian and Sprite are my own characters. Rian was in WOTW! Remember? In the cells? Bobby spoke to him. From reading WOTW you should have known that Rian (a.k.a Spy) can turn invisible at will. And I'm not going to tell you Sprite's just yet. We need to get to know him first. ;)
LoneEagle: On your review to chapter 55, Logan was in a bad mood because of Aurora. She marched him down remember? XD I can imagine it, hehe.
Thanks for the reviews. ^^
Chapter 2
The corridors were empty of students.. no sounds filled the air. Sun light steadily beat from the windows of the East Corridor, the one that Logan currently lingered in. He was leant against the wall, arms folded over his broad chest. His head was lowered and he glared at the floor with a frown.
Ever since the death of Pyro he had been more quiet than usual, he rarely spoke and spent most of his time in thought. But now, it had reached a whole new level since the news report on him. He spent most of his days wandering round the school, dismissing questions on his well being and growling as people tried to spark up a conversation. According to Charles, telepathicall signals proved he was putting up with a tremendous amount of stress from the emotions that currently ran in him. Charles had noted to Storm one afternoon that they should all try their best around him.
Aurora discovered from the Professor that he was suffering from guilt, worry.. And something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. But it should be a happy emotion. But he was trying to defeat it, only making him feel worse.
And here he was now, stood in perfect silence, the atmosphere silent and calm. But inside his mind roared with attacks of grief, anger, guilt, worry, frustration and.. the one he wanted to be rid of.
All silence around him was broken as the main doors burst open and a hoard of students travelled out, all in high conversation. Logan paid no attention to it, staring down at the floor with a same sombre expression. A high squeal shrilled from the exit of students and footsteps was heard coming his way. Logan slowly lifted his head to idly view the disruption to his silence. He didn't manage it.. a heavy slam hit his chest as a body flung into him, still squealing. Logan staggered sideways from the impact, leaning on the wall caused him to have no balance. He grunted, staring down at the brown haired head that currently was nestled to his chest, which still had squealing sounds emitting from it. Upon noticing the white streaks that fanned out on his shirt, he recognized her.
Logan canted his head, poking at the clinging body, "Rogue? What's up? You –"
"Logan!!" She squealed some more, now brandishing a piece of paper in his face excitedly. Logan couldn't have read it even if he wanted, it waved too much.
"I got 93%!!" She cried, now positively bouncing round the corridor, running round in a hyperactive fashion.
Out of the bustle of students more footsteps ran their way. Bobby was also waving a piece of paper, whooping excitedly, "Rogue!!!"
"Bobby!!"
The pair met with a large hug, of course it was a careful hug.
Logan stood there, watching them for a moment as he saw them exchange a quick kiss and then fall into another hug before they chattered excitedly. It made him feel worse.
Rogue suddenly gasped, "You got 95%! That's right good!"
Bobby nodded at this, "Yeah! I got the same as Rian!"
Logan watched them still, his head canting, "I'm guessin' you did good." He muttered, forcing the pair a small smile.
Rogue nodded, "Uh huh! You need over 90% to get in the X-Men, or you have to do some really long training. But we've done it!"
Logan shrugged, "Ah.. I know nothing about exams." And to be quite frank.. he didn't care.
Rogue and Bobby now wandered down the corridor; arms linked, in very high spirits, "I'll see you Logan!" Said Rogue cheerfully; the pair disappearing round the corner.
The lonely silence return and Logan slumped back against the wall, a hand rubbed briefly over his forehead as he groaned, "God.. I think I need a beer." He muttered, his hand rubbing over his features a moment before it fell away, his head suddenly lifting as a sound caught his ears from the staircase beside him. He looked round the corner of the wooden wall and up the carpeted stairs.
Aurora was making her way down the staircase with a small limp. Her cast had since been removed and she just limped around now, occasionally grabbing onto unsuspecting students when passing.
Despite his current misery at being at loss with himself, he found that a truthful smile reached his lips, causing his gloomy eyes to have some of their old witty sparkle, "Watch out." He teased, "You'll knock some folk flying at that speed."
Aurora had got down to the fourth step of sixteen and she flashed him a playful glare at this, "Not funny." She replied softly, clinging onto the banister as she hobbled on down the steps, "It hurts doing this."
"Ah.. You'll be fine in no time." He said, now getting up off the wall and turning to face her. His stance never changed. As usual.. folded arms, boots to the floor.. legs slightly parted and a cant of his head which displayed a wily smirk.
She made it down the last few steps, pulling a face at Logan's smirking. When all of a sudden, she lost her footing, lids lulling as she fell forward, absolutely no strength holding her up. Logan went wide eyed and held out his arms in which she safely collapsed into.
"Aurora!" He shook his arms gently, his head peering to her drooped head.
She gasped softly, her head slowly lifting. Eyes stared off to the side as she tried to regain her stance. She staggered slowly, still limp in his arms however. Logan's expression went from puzzled to worry, "Aurora!" He repeated, louder.
As if she had just been hit across the face she went upright, blinking at him through wide fearful eyes, "What?" She said suddenly staring at him.
"You alright? You went funny for a moment." He muttered, watching her through concerned eyes.
She smiled briefly and shook her head, now seeming perfectly alright, "Of course I'm alright.. just went a bit faint." She muttered, shaking her head slowly, "I'm fine."
Logan relaxed and his arms reluctantly left her sides as she straightened easily, her palm lifted to brush a strand of black from her face.
"Well, you're not exactly overworking.." Teased Logan softly, voice rough in his throat, "Curled up all day whilst you had Scott running round for cocoa and films."
Aurora huffed, "Hey! I couldn't walk hardly before! I'm better now." She limped off the bottom stair and travelled across the corridor. She looked rather pained as she travelled.
Logan quickly swooped in behind her and rested his sturdy arms at her hip, keeping her steady as they travelled together across the hall, falling into quiet conversation.
Everything that felt so wrong earlier died down inside his chest and he revelled in her presence. Who cared about guilt and grief? If he had her, he had everything.
If only he could believe that forever.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, you've read this, please review! I want to know if you like it!
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Jenny: New reviewer! *clings to you* Hehe.. But yes, Rian and Sprite are my own characters. Rian was in WOTW! Remember? In the cells? Bobby spoke to him. From reading WOTW you should have known that Rian (a.k.a Spy) can turn invisible at will. And I'm not going to tell you Sprite's just yet. We need to get to know him first. ;)
LoneEagle: On your review to chapter 55, Logan was in a bad mood because of Aurora. She marched him down remember? XD I can imagine it, hehe.
Thanks for the reviews. ^^
Chapter 2
The corridors were empty of students.. no sounds filled the air. Sun light steadily beat from the windows of the East Corridor, the one that Logan currently lingered in. He was leant against the wall, arms folded over his broad chest. His head was lowered and he glared at the floor with a frown.
Ever since the death of Pyro he had been more quiet than usual, he rarely spoke and spent most of his time in thought. But now, it had reached a whole new level since the news report on him. He spent most of his days wandering round the school, dismissing questions on his well being and growling as people tried to spark up a conversation. According to Charles, telepathicall signals proved he was putting up with a tremendous amount of stress from the emotions that currently ran in him. Charles had noted to Storm one afternoon that they should all try their best around him.
Aurora discovered from the Professor that he was suffering from guilt, worry.. And something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. But it should be a happy emotion. But he was trying to defeat it, only making him feel worse.
And here he was now, stood in perfect silence, the atmosphere silent and calm. But inside his mind roared with attacks of grief, anger, guilt, worry, frustration and.. the one he wanted to be rid of.
All silence around him was broken as the main doors burst open and a hoard of students travelled out, all in high conversation. Logan paid no attention to it, staring down at the floor with a same sombre expression. A high squeal shrilled from the exit of students and footsteps was heard coming his way. Logan slowly lifted his head to idly view the disruption to his silence. He didn't manage it.. a heavy slam hit his chest as a body flung into him, still squealing. Logan staggered sideways from the impact, leaning on the wall caused him to have no balance. He grunted, staring down at the brown haired head that currently was nestled to his chest, which still had squealing sounds emitting from it. Upon noticing the white streaks that fanned out on his shirt, he recognized her.
Logan canted his head, poking at the clinging body, "Rogue? What's up? You –"
"Logan!!" She squealed some more, now brandishing a piece of paper in his face excitedly. Logan couldn't have read it even if he wanted, it waved too much.
"I got 93%!!" She cried, now positively bouncing round the corridor, running round in a hyperactive fashion.
Out of the bustle of students more footsteps ran their way. Bobby was also waving a piece of paper, whooping excitedly, "Rogue!!!"
"Bobby!!"
The pair met with a large hug, of course it was a careful hug.
Logan stood there, watching them for a moment as he saw them exchange a quick kiss and then fall into another hug before they chattered excitedly. It made him feel worse.
Rogue suddenly gasped, "You got 95%! That's right good!"
Bobby nodded at this, "Yeah! I got the same as Rian!"
Logan watched them still, his head canting, "I'm guessin' you did good." He muttered, forcing the pair a small smile.
Rogue nodded, "Uh huh! You need over 90% to get in the X-Men, or you have to do some really long training. But we've done it!"
Logan shrugged, "Ah.. I know nothing about exams." And to be quite frank.. he didn't care.
Rogue and Bobby now wandered down the corridor; arms linked, in very high spirits, "I'll see you Logan!" Said Rogue cheerfully; the pair disappearing round the corner.
The lonely silence return and Logan slumped back against the wall, a hand rubbed briefly over his forehead as he groaned, "God.. I think I need a beer." He muttered, his hand rubbing over his features a moment before it fell away, his head suddenly lifting as a sound caught his ears from the staircase beside him. He looked round the corner of the wooden wall and up the carpeted stairs.
Aurora was making her way down the staircase with a small limp. Her cast had since been removed and she just limped around now, occasionally grabbing onto unsuspecting students when passing.
Despite his current misery at being at loss with himself, he found that a truthful smile reached his lips, causing his gloomy eyes to have some of their old witty sparkle, "Watch out." He teased, "You'll knock some folk flying at that speed."
Aurora had got down to the fourth step of sixteen and she flashed him a playful glare at this, "Not funny." She replied softly, clinging onto the banister as she hobbled on down the steps, "It hurts doing this."
"Ah.. You'll be fine in no time." He said, now getting up off the wall and turning to face her. His stance never changed. As usual.. folded arms, boots to the floor.. legs slightly parted and a cant of his head which displayed a wily smirk.
She made it down the last few steps, pulling a face at Logan's smirking. When all of a sudden, she lost her footing, lids lulling as she fell forward, absolutely no strength holding her up. Logan went wide eyed and held out his arms in which she safely collapsed into.
"Aurora!" He shook his arms gently, his head peering to her drooped head.
She gasped softly, her head slowly lifting. Eyes stared off to the side as she tried to regain her stance. She staggered slowly, still limp in his arms however. Logan's expression went from puzzled to worry, "Aurora!" He repeated, louder.
As if she had just been hit across the face she went upright, blinking at him through wide fearful eyes, "What?" She said suddenly staring at him.
"You alright? You went funny for a moment." He muttered, watching her through concerned eyes.
She smiled briefly and shook her head, now seeming perfectly alright, "Of course I'm alright.. just went a bit faint." She muttered, shaking her head slowly, "I'm fine."
Logan relaxed and his arms reluctantly left her sides as she straightened easily, her palm lifted to brush a strand of black from her face.
"Well, you're not exactly overworking.." Teased Logan softly, voice rough in his throat, "Curled up all day whilst you had Scott running round for cocoa and films."
Aurora huffed, "Hey! I couldn't walk hardly before! I'm better now." She limped off the bottom stair and travelled across the corridor. She looked rather pained as she travelled.
Logan quickly swooped in behind her and rested his sturdy arms at her hip, keeping her steady as they travelled together across the hall, falling into quiet conversation.
Everything that felt so wrong earlier died down inside his chest and he revelled in her presence. Who cared about guilt and grief? If he had her, he had everything.
If only he could believe that forever.
*** To view pictures and detailed profiles of my created characters, you've read this, please review! I want to know if you like it!