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
Blix: Rogue is over Logan in the faceable way, we saw that in X2, but she still respects him, for if it wasn't for him she would still be on the streets or at least still running from Xavier's school.
TheWolf: *hugs wolvie* I'm glad you're liking it, it's getting all geared up now ^^
Jenny: Hehe, the Eye-Boy thing is great XD It really shows her personality, she's a feisty woman, confident. And Scott absolutely loves it XD when the time comes for them to return to America, it's going to be pretty rotten. But we'll see how it goes.
Chapter 39
Jayne and Scott passed together through Heathstead village. The winding grey road veered through this village as a main road, whilst small side roads led off to populated houses along cobbled streets. Whilst Jayne kept walking, not flinching to the familiar surroundings, Scott found his eyes flitting everywhere, looking at the foreign environment.
Jayne abruptly turned past Heathstead Post Office, then alongside the pub and along one of the cobbled streets. Scott was busy watching his surroundings curiously; he only absently followed Jayne as she briskly travelled. But as they left the smooth flooring of the main road to the cobbled street, Scott whipped his head down to his feet, staring violently at the uncomfortable texture.
"What's this? Stop you slipping?" He said dryly.
Jayne looked over her shoulder at him slyly, her slim brow cocking at his voice, "Mocking our culture?" She sharply said, as she walked on calmly.
Scott sneered in jest as he followed, though not replying vocally.
Jayne suddenly turned again as she disappeared through a large glass doorway. The outdoors of the building was fresh with new brickwork and a clean sign that paraded the building to the village, 'Heathstead Station.' Large glass windows reflected the sunlight merrily, displaying enchanted rays across the assortment of timetables in the glass windows.
As Scott entered he found that the peaceful surroundings of the British country died as heavy conversation and background music drummed into his ears, followed by a clear voice talking down from one of many speakers. The woman on the tannoy announced that the train to Selton was arriving in Platform 2.
Scott felt his arm being yanked heftily as Jayne dragged him through the throng of tourists to the village that had exited off a large green engine on Platform 3. He watched wildly, puzzled and confused by the sounds and sights that were all too alien to the American.
Scott was not paying attention as Jayne conversed with the man behind the glass counter. Scott was too busy watching curiously as people passed him by. Families with suitcases hurried back and forth, young children following, faces searing as tantrums of rage were ready to rumble at the hot inside and lack of play.
"Please hurry up Miss, your train is here." Said the man politely from behind the glass.
Jayne smiled, nodding hurriedly before again she was off, dragging Scott by the elbow. Through the crowds of holidaymakers they travelled, dipping and turning between the many faces. It was becoming hectic as passengers left the current train and Scott was ready to panic at the mad throng all heading is way and bustling around him. He clung onto Jayne's wrist in vain.
At last they managed to escape the crowd and arrived onto their destined platform. The sun alighted the concrete of the platform and made the modern décor of the station glisten expensively. Sat in wait a short train hummed. Red paint sparkled gently in the fresh rays, clean attire apparent. Jayne gestured to one of the open doors, "This is ours." She announced, entering through the small doorway. Scott humbly followed. The guard came up behind then, "Mind the door!" He called to them, a mild warning as the door shut heavily behind them. He then moved on, the continuous slamming of train doors and vocal warnings fading.
Scott dropped down heavily into their seats, a small square of four seats at the end of the train. The train now burst to life and began to rumble away from the buildings and to the countryside. The pair sat opposite each other, lowering their bags to the seat beside them. Scott pressed his nose to the window as he watched a landscape of green appear, stretching for an incredible amount of miles to a dark line of grey on the horizon, their destination.
"Selton is just over the hill there." Said Jayne softly, watching out of the window also to the grey distance, "The journey should only be about forty-five minutes, this is a local train you see."
Scott pulled his head from the window slowly and looked across to her. His head canted as he studied her before finally speaking up, "Selton? But we're going to London."
Jayne then smiled, "I know, once we arrive at Selton Station we transfer to a train to London."
Scott nodded once, as he realised, "No trains to London from Heathstead then?"
Jayne smiled, "Correct, Heathstead is too remote."
Scott leant back in his seat gently, a hand lightly brushing his hair across his forehead, "So.. I wonder how Logan and Aurora are doing.."
"They're still moving.. we have to keep a lookout for anything suspicious. They could be getting tracked."
Scott muttered quietly, glancing around their carriage at the other inhabitants before back out of the window, "So could we.."
A short while into the journey and Scott's mobile went off. The shrill tune almost made him jump out of his skin as he was keeping a careful eye out. Scott fumbled through his coat pockets, dragging the vibrating piece of technology out and placing it beside his ear as he answered, "Yes?"
Jayne looked across to Scott curiously, watching as the voice on the other end was incoherently heard by her.
Scott listened intently to the voice on the other end.
"Scott, how are you and Jayne doing?" Came the familiar voice of the Professor.
Scott's features relaxed, it wasn't urgent, "We're doing fine, on the train to Selton as we speak."
"Anything suspicious?"
"No.. nothing. Everything seems normal. Seems business as usual on the Selton train."
"Alright. How much longer till you reach London?"
"London? Another three hours I think, roughly."
Jayne nodded slowly at this as she watched.
"Keep an eye out for Logan and Aurora, they are coming upon the south of England, they will be arriving in London a little later than you."
"Alright."
"Contact me when you reach London."
"Yes."
"Goodbye."
The line went dead.
Jayne looked expectantly at Scott, "Who was it?" She asked clearly, her British accent ever alluring to Scott.
Scott closed the flip on his phone and returned it gently into his coat pocket, "Charles."
Jayne then leaned forward.
"He wanted to check everything was alright."
Jayne now nodded, "Ah.." She softly commented, leaning back, "Understandable."
Scot nodded gently, leaning against the rim of the window, "Yes.. but I doubt that my answer is going to be the same next time."
Just then, a few seats behind the pair, the eyes of a young male dressed in smart business attire flashed yellow.
The evening was coming upon them as Aurora and Logan tore through an unused field of tall grass. The bike heftily bounced as it glided across small mound. The pair laughed lightly as Logan guided the bike expertly across the field through the monstrous blades of sweet grass. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky and the glow was heavenly produced; and lifted detail of every aspect of the nature, from the looming trees in the distance to the dainty flower which shuddered as the bike roared dangerously pass, narrowly missing the delicate decoration of nature.
The pair were in light moods, and it appeared that the earlier woes had vanished since their time together. Aurora still held tightly onto Logan's waist, keeping a firm grip as they bounced heavily over the dips and bumps in the field.
"We're nearly there." Said Logan as he sniffed at the air.
Aurora did likewise, nodding in agreement, "Yes.. How much longer do you think we'll be?"
"At this rate, another hour or so."
"Good." Said Aurora quietly, snuggling gently to the Wolverine's back.
Their conversation died down momentarily as the pair roared from the field and over the broken gate at the end, off through a muddy track they skidded, back into the cool shadows of trees. The trees here were much more thicker, branches broader and more threateningly sculptured. Light had been stolen from the area; the thick branches weaved in a twisted fashion to keep eternal darkness in the woodland.
"I don't like this.." Said Aurora ever so softly to the Wolverine's ear, "It gives me the creeps."
Wolverine smirked gently, "Come off it.." He said playfully, "It's only a little darkness, a few trees, some shadows."
Aurora clung instinctively to him.
Logan chuckled softly, peering over his shoulder to nuzzle lightly at her forehead, "Don't worry, we'll be fine.."
The roaring wheels of the bike continued across the thick mud and grass. Their speed was incredible, but Logan had every confidence in his driving. But as they travelled.. the front wheel of the bike collided with a twisted root of a large tree. With cries of shock the pair was thrown off the seat of the bike, their bodies easily being flung sickeningly through the air as the bike soared behind them. Their flailing arms were no use.
Behind them the bike smashed to the floor and skidded across the mud on its side to crash into one of the trees with a shattering noise. But the mutants.. Their screams were abruptly cut off as a sick thud signalled their landing in a muddy stone-infested ditch.
The bike was resting against the thick tree, one wheel still spun pathetically before it came to a rest softly.. the scene silent and still.
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