"Now you two are sure you want to do this?" Logan regarded the two teenagers before him, studying them both with something between curiosity and concern. He shifted his gaze from one to the other. "I can't stop the simulation until one of you gives up. You do understand that, right?"
Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Logan, we understand. It's what we want,"she explained as if talking to a child with a low education; she didn't even recognize the tone of voice. Her words earned a glare. "Stop worrying."
"Can we ask one more request?"Kellie questioned, tugging the gloves on her hands down tighter over her fingers. She flexed her fingers a moment then switched her attention to the other glove.
"Maybe. What?"
"Don't stand at the window and yell down what to do, okay? In a real situation, you wouldn't be there so let's make it seem more real....it's only me and Tara; what's the worst that could happen?" Kellie steepled her fingers then bent them forward, popping each one, slowly.
"That's the worst question to ask or even state,"he answered but reluctantly made his way up to the viewing window. He settled into the chair behind the control panel then watched for them to appear. Once they had entered he began to flip several switches, programming it according to the settings they asked for. "Voice activation stop. Soundproof the room."
Kellie and Tara looked up and gave him smiles and thumbs up. Logan started the simulation, returning to his chair once the scene began.
Kellie struck first, catching her partner off guard with the sudden move. Her blow did little damage beyond stunning. Tara responded in kind by driving her knee into Kellie's stomache then moving back to allow her a few moments of recovering. Their fight continued like this for the next couple of moments; giving and taking without any real, life changing damage. After that it began to get more physical.
I'll be. These two have some back bone after all. He'd thought they were just background workers; they helped but for the most part neither really contributed much to force or confrontation. This was definetly a wake-up call toward both teenagers. Logan winced as Tara's fist slammed quite hard into Kellie's stomach, knocking her off balance; she went down, slamming her shoulder against the ground so loud he more heard the crack then felt it.
Dislocation maybe.
He had to give each one points. They gave as good as they got, if not a little better at some points. Kellie's gloved fist made contact with the side of Tara's head, bringing her to her knees for a moment before she reaction. He wondered if tongues counted as cheats; in her case, he wasn't sure. Tara's tongue wrapped itself around Kellie's wrist and jerked. A movement that sent her straight into a wall; she laid still for a moment before forcing herself to stand.
"Technically that shouldn't be allowed,"Logan growled before remembering that he'd put the room soundproof. Neither could heard his words which was just as well. He wasn't sure he actually wanted them to hear his observations of their fight. "You two were definetly not the two I figured for having a knock down drag out fight. Julius and Angel? Possibly. Julius and Russ? Unavoidable. Corey and anyone? Majority rules. Tara and Kellie? Jury's still out on that one..."
Kellie had now switched their positions so that Tara was the one pinned, induring the brunt of attacks. The tongue didn't mke a second appearance. Instead one of her bent legs slipped out, swinging inward with enough force to knock Kellie's feet from under her. She went down, hard.
Logan grimaced. "Even to me that sounded painful." He pressed a few buttons to bring up the medlab where Hank was sitting at a computer, working on something. "Hank, you may be recieving some new patients within the day,"he said without bothering to elaborate on who his future patients were. That wasn't the important part. "How's that other kid, Julius Kanteon, doing?"
"Juilus is doing well. He's beginning to feel the pain of it healing but he's alright...his temper's gone down some and he keeps muttering something about 'over reacting to simple questions'." Hank's voice sounded amused by his own words. His blue monster-like face curved into a smile. "Although, I fear questions may have been the reason for his broken nose..someone's here. I'll be waiting for the other two, Logan."
"Thanks, Hank." He ended the message by pressing a few buttons.
Below in the restored Danger Room, Kellie and Tara were still going at it. Blood stains now etched over the ground at some points while at others small dents or cracks had begun. Neither appeared to be winning this good-natured match between allies; he was starting to wonder why they were even doing it.
The tension ones he could understand. Julius and Russ both wanted to be even a little in control and couldn't work together because of their diffrences. Corey didn't trust himself to get close to anyone. Angel didn't know when to close her big mouth or when to accept help. Tara and Kellie were the alliance's mysteries. Neither showed emotions as strongly as their teammates but both would protect at a second's notion that someone needs it.
"People change, Logan." Rogue's voice came from behind him. He turned, studying her. She leaned against the door to the control room with the ease of someone who was used to doing it. Anyone else would have been more than a little cautious about approaching him this way but never Rogue. "Look at us. We've changed...some of us worse then others."
Logan turned away from the screen. "What's the cajun done now?"he asked, knowing that was where the tension laid.
She came into the room and took his recently vacated chair, flopping into it and staring at the ceiling. "That's the thing. He ain't done nuthin',"she muttered in a defeated sort of way. "We don't fight or even argue. I always find him outside, looking over the graves...it's like he'd rather be dead then with us."
He'd been expecting this. "It's kind of a shock to discover everything you've known, including yoruself, has been dead for years. That's not an easy thing to come into, Rogue,"Logan tried to tell her in a way that wouldn't cause an outburst. Things were strange for all of them the first few years but Gambit was taking things the hardest.
"I know,Wolvie, but...maybe he'd perfer to be dead..." Her voice trailed off, quietly, like that of a child. Her head was down, staring at the floor; her knees had at some point come up to rest against her chest. "We saw everything. He just showed up in this year...what happened during that time?"
"Only the cajun knows that."
"And he doesn't plan to tell me anything, obviously,"Rogue muttered, bitterly then nodded to the screen. "Might want to check on those two. Remy and my problems have existed longer than anything...they can wait another few minutes."
He nodded then returned to the window just in time to see Tara pull yet another stunt with her tongue. This time, though, Kellie didn't get up. The simulation began to shut down, signalling she'd given up. The soundproof disappeared instantly, leaving them open to his comments.
Tara lifted her head to look up at Logan with a smile. She spread her hands out slightly as if to say 'what now?' He shook his head but opened the doors; he gave two parting statements.
"That was certainly an interesting sight. Now both of you go to the medlab...Hank's waiting,"he said, somewhat gruffly. The corners of his mouth struggled not to turn up in a smile. "You two will be quite a shock."
"Oh that's right. We're the good little alliance kids..." She turned around and looked at Kellie, waiting for her to either get up or ask for help. "You alright, Kellie?"
"Great,"Kellie moaned, struggling to pull herself up. She used the wall for leverage to make her way over. The other hand rested against her temple. "This is going to be one hell of a headache, Tara. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
DOWN IN THE MEDLAB
"Please, Hank? I promise not to do anything else...I just brought him lunch and an apology." Angel shifted the tray she held slightly to keep from dropping it. Her eyes remained downcast as if to avoid meeting the doctor's eyes; it worked.
Hank nodded after a moment. "Alright, Angel, but don't over excite him or upset him. I know you're good at that second one,"he said, giving her a knowing look before returning to his office.
I think I'm pretty good at the first one, too. All things considered. She sighed, remembering what she'd done after the 'southern comfort' talk. She'd gotten mad at Russ and Corey's accusations so she'd done something about them.
It wasn't smart to sleep with Julius. Even stupider to break his nose for caring enough to find out if they had any chance of reproducing as Vel said.
"Have you come to break something else, Angel?"Julius asked without his usual taunt or sarcasm. He simply sounded tired and like he had a broken nose.
"No. I actually brought a peace offering and...an apology." She motioned to the tray for a moment then set it down on the edge of his hospital bed.
To be honest the thing looked nothing like a hospital bed except it's white color. It had a few pillows propped behind his head and he was completely dressed except that damn trenchcoat and boots which laid nearby.
"Apology?"he asked, looking confused.
Angel sank into the arm chair beside his bed, drawing her feet up to rest on the edge. She became quite interested in her shoe when she next spoke. "I'm sorry for breaking your nose. You came at a bad time and then you asked about my being pregnant...I'm sorry,"she mumbled again, playing with her shoelaces to the point of untying and retying them.
Julius sat there a moment without answering. His answer when it came was unexpected. "Does this mean I can break something of yours when this heals?"he asked, sounding serious but there was a hint of a smile when she looked up.
"I guess. If it helps any...you hungry? I made lunch and figured I'd see if you wanted some,"she said, motioning to the tray. It held a couple of sandwiches, some chips, and a canned drink. "It's my fault you have to stay here so I volunteered to bring it."
He smiled about halfway. "I'll hold you to the bargain; when this heals I get to break something of yours...shake on it?" He held out one hand, waiting.
Things heal. Might as well agree to it since I do deserve it, she thought before placing her hand into his. His closed around it for a moment then released it, brushing his thumb across the under part of her wrist; she pulled away abruptly.
"Did you really come to apologize or did someone force you?"Juilus asked already beginning to eat with the hunger of someone that hadn't eaten in sometime. The strange part was he'd just eaten that morning, according to Rogue.
Angel sighed, fiddling with her shoes again. "No one forced me, Kanteon. I felt guilty and wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have punched you..."
"You going to join me?" He nodded to the food, stopping in the middle of his sandwich to breathe. It was a somewhat hoarse, whistling sound that made her feel even guiltier for what she'd done. He hadn't deserved that but 'what are the odds of you getting pregnant' wasn't the type of question to ask someone out of the blue.
"Ate already with the others. Sorry."
"Well, princess, where'd you learn to hit like that?" Slowly, Julius had begun to slip back into his shell of the jerk. He stopped it, abruptly.
"A friend of my aunt's taught me. She was like family to me; haven't seen her in about three years...will you answer me a question now?"she asked without ever looking away from her shoes.
He shook his head and ate some more before giving any type of answer. "Talk to me, not your shoes."
Angel lifted her head and met his gaze, head on. "What's with all the pricess comments?"
"It seems to fit you. Sometimes you act like the rest of the world's below you...princess; it is fitting even a little?"
"Maybe. Did you actually do some soul searching to point out all my faults...?"
"Not all. You asked, I answered,"Julius replied, giving her a smirk before he'd finished his food. He didn't say anything else and she didn't bother with answering unasked questions. "Are you ever going to answer my question about being pregnant?"
She busied herself with picking up the tray and what part of the food he didn't eat. She lifted the tray up then began to leave without giving an answer. At the last minute she turned back and gave him a smile.
"Trust me, Julius. There's no odds of my getting pregnant. None."
HANK'S OFFICE
"Something's wrong. The facts don't add up." Hank McCoy stared at the computer screen in front of him, sifting through records. Angel had left and Julius was, for the moment, sleeping. "The statistics don't add up. Rogue and Logan remember everything from the moment of death until now. Gambit and I remember nothing until shortly before we showed up here...where's the mystery lie?"
He tapped a few keystrokes then studied the printed information. It was nothing really except government files on mutants. Several names wore highlights.
There was nothing in common between them.
It was simple random names from the list.
Remy Lebeau.
Henry McCoy 'Hank'.
Jubilation Lee.
Jean Grey-Summers.
Mortimer Toynbee.
St. John Allerdyce.
Raven Darkholme.
Every one of the Maurders was listed with highlights.
Hank stared a moment longer then his expression changed completely. "I've found it,"he whispered with hardly a sound. His gaze remained fixed upon the screen; his mouth had tightened into a hard line. "Oh my, the others must know immediately. This could mean even more damage toward mutant kind..."
His attention never left the monitor or his notes while he called the true X-Men to him, leaving the children, for the moment, alone. This was not something to involve them in unless the moment came when it was forced that they be involved.
If you read this please review. Tell me what I'm doing wrong or what you don't like; honesty's good and will help me grow. If there's a character you'd like to see back(exluding the Summers' couple...I know when to leave two dead) or something that you find offensive-let me know.
Rogue-Demon
Tara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Logan, we understand. It's what we want,"she explained as if talking to a child with a low education; she didn't even recognize the tone of voice. Her words earned a glare. "Stop worrying."
"Can we ask one more request?"Kellie questioned, tugging the gloves on her hands down tighter over her fingers. She flexed her fingers a moment then switched her attention to the other glove.
"Maybe. What?"
"Don't stand at the window and yell down what to do, okay? In a real situation, you wouldn't be there so let's make it seem more real....it's only me and Tara; what's the worst that could happen?" Kellie steepled her fingers then bent them forward, popping each one, slowly.
"That's the worst question to ask or even state,"he answered but reluctantly made his way up to the viewing window. He settled into the chair behind the control panel then watched for them to appear. Once they had entered he began to flip several switches, programming it according to the settings they asked for. "Voice activation stop. Soundproof the room."
Kellie and Tara looked up and gave him smiles and thumbs up. Logan started the simulation, returning to his chair once the scene began.
Kellie struck first, catching her partner off guard with the sudden move. Her blow did little damage beyond stunning. Tara responded in kind by driving her knee into Kellie's stomache then moving back to allow her a few moments of recovering. Their fight continued like this for the next couple of moments; giving and taking without any real, life changing damage. After that it began to get more physical.
I'll be. These two have some back bone after all. He'd thought they were just background workers; they helped but for the most part neither really contributed much to force or confrontation. This was definetly a wake-up call toward both teenagers. Logan winced as Tara's fist slammed quite hard into Kellie's stomach, knocking her off balance; she went down, slamming her shoulder against the ground so loud he more heard the crack then felt it.
Dislocation maybe.
He had to give each one points. They gave as good as they got, if not a little better at some points. Kellie's gloved fist made contact with the side of Tara's head, bringing her to her knees for a moment before she reaction. He wondered if tongues counted as cheats; in her case, he wasn't sure. Tara's tongue wrapped itself around Kellie's wrist and jerked. A movement that sent her straight into a wall; she laid still for a moment before forcing herself to stand.
"Technically that shouldn't be allowed,"Logan growled before remembering that he'd put the room soundproof. Neither could heard his words which was just as well. He wasn't sure he actually wanted them to hear his observations of their fight. "You two were definetly not the two I figured for having a knock down drag out fight. Julius and Angel? Possibly. Julius and Russ? Unavoidable. Corey and anyone? Majority rules. Tara and Kellie? Jury's still out on that one..."
Kellie had now switched their positions so that Tara was the one pinned, induring the brunt of attacks. The tongue didn't mke a second appearance. Instead one of her bent legs slipped out, swinging inward with enough force to knock Kellie's feet from under her. She went down, hard.
Logan grimaced. "Even to me that sounded painful." He pressed a few buttons to bring up the medlab where Hank was sitting at a computer, working on something. "Hank, you may be recieving some new patients within the day,"he said without bothering to elaborate on who his future patients were. That wasn't the important part. "How's that other kid, Julius Kanteon, doing?"
"Juilus is doing well. He's beginning to feel the pain of it healing but he's alright...his temper's gone down some and he keeps muttering something about 'over reacting to simple questions'." Hank's voice sounded amused by his own words. His blue monster-like face curved into a smile. "Although, I fear questions may have been the reason for his broken nose..someone's here. I'll be waiting for the other two, Logan."
"Thanks, Hank." He ended the message by pressing a few buttons.
Below in the restored Danger Room, Kellie and Tara were still going at it. Blood stains now etched over the ground at some points while at others small dents or cracks had begun. Neither appeared to be winning this good-natured match between allies; he was starting to wonder why they were even doing it.
The tension ones he could understand. Julius and Russ both wanted to be even a little in control and couldn't work together because of their diffrences. Corey didn't trust himself to get close to anyone. Angel didn't know when to close her big mouth or when to accept help. Tara and Kellie were the alliance's mysteries. Neither showed emotions as strongly as their teammates but both would protect at a second's notion that someone needs it.
"People change, Logan." Rogue's voice came from behind him. He turned, studying her. She leaned against the door to the control room with the ease of someone who was used to doing it. Anyone else would have been more than a little cautious about approaching him this way but never Rogue. "Look at us. We've changed...some of us worse then others."
Logan turned away from the screen. "What's the cajun done now?"he asked, knowing that was where the tension laid.
She came into the room and took his recently vacated chair, flopping into it and staring at the ceiling. "That's the thing. He ain't done nuthin',"she muttered in a defeated sort of way. "We don't fight or even argue. I always find him outside, looking over the graves...it's like he'd rather be dead then with us."
He'd been expecting this. "It's kind of a shock to discover everything you've known, including yoruself, has been dead for years. That's not an easy thing to come into, Rogue,"Logan tried to tell her in a way that wouldn't cause an outburst. Things were strange for all of them the first few years but Gambit was taking things the hardest.
"I know,Wolvie, but...maybe he'd perfer to be dead..." Her voice trailed off, quietly, like that of a child. Her head was down, staring at the floor; her knees had at some point come up to rest against her chest. "We saw everything. He just showed up in this year...what happened during that time?"
"Only the cajun knows that."
"And he doesn't plan to tell me anything, obviously,"Rogue muttered, bitterly then nodded to the screen. "Might want to check on those two. Remy and my problems have existed longer than anything...they can wait another few minutes."
He nodded then returned to the window just in time to see Tara pull yet another stunt with her tongue. This time, though, Kellie didn't get up. The simulation began to shut down, signalling she'd given up. The soundproof disappeared instantly, leaving them open to his comments.
Tara lifted her head to look up at Logan with a smile. She spread her hands out slightly as if to say 'what now?' He shook his head but opened the doors; he gave two parting statements.
"That was certainly an interesting sight. Now both of you go to the medlab...Hank's waiting,"he said, somewhat gruffly. The corners of his mouth struggled not to turn up in a smile. "You two will be quite a shock."
"Oh that's right. We're the good little alliance kids..." She turned around and looked at Kellie, waiting for her to either get up or ask for help. "You alright, Kellie?"
"Great,"Kellie moaned, struggling to pull herself up. She used the wall for leverage to make her way over. The other hand rested against her temple. "This is going to be one hell of a headache, Tara. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
DOWN IN THE MEDLAB
"Please, Hank? I promise not to do anything else...I just brought him lunch and an apology." Angel shifted the tray she held slightly to keep from dropping it. Her eyes remained downcast as if to avoid meeting the doctor's eyes; it worked.
Hank nodded after a moment. "Alright, Angel, but don't over excite him or upset him. I know you're good at that second one,"he said, giving her a knowing look before returning to his office.
I think I'm pretty good at the first one, too. All things considered. She sighed, remembering what she'd done after the 'southern comfort' talk. She'd gotten mad at Russ and Corey's accusations so she'd done something about them.
It wasn't smart to sleep with Julius. Even stupider to break his nose for caring enough to find out if they had any chance of reproducing as Vel said.
"Have you come to break something else, Angel?"Julius asked without his usual taunt or sarcasm. He simply sounded tired and like he had a broken nose.
"No. I actually brought a peace offering and...an apology." She motioned to the tray for a moment then set it down on the edge of his hospital bed.
To be honest the thing looked nothing like a hospital bed except it's white color. It had a few pillows propped behind his head and he was completely dressed except that damn trenchcoat and boots which laid nearby.
"Apology?"he asked, looking confused.
Angel sank into the arm chair beside his bed, drawing her feet up to rest on the edge. She became quite interested in her shoe when she next spoke. "I'm sorry for breaking your nose. You came at a bad time and then you asked about my being pregnant...I'm sorry,"she mumbled again, playing with her shoelaces to the point of untying and retying them.
Julius sat there a moment without answering. His answer when it came was unexpected. "Does this mean I can break something of yours when this heals?"he asked, sounding serious but there was a hint of a smile when she looked up.
"I guess. If it helps any...you hungry? I made lunch and figured I'd see if you wanted some,"she said, motioning to the tray. It held a couple of sandwiches, some chips, and a canned drink. "It's my fault you have to stay here so I volunteered to bring it."
He smiled about halfway. "I'll hold you to the bargain; when this heals I get to break something of yours...shake on it?" He held out one hand, waiting.
Things heal. Might as well agree to it since I do deserve it, she thought before placing her hand into his. His closed around it for a moment then released it, brushing his thumb across the under part of her wrist; she pulled away abruptly.
"Did you really come to apologize or did someone force you?"Juilus asked already beginning to eat with the hunger of someone that hadn't eaten in sometime. The strange part was he'd just eaten that morning, according to Rogue.
Angel sighed, fiddling with her shoes again. "No one forced me, Kanteon. I felt guilty and wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have punched you..."
"You going to join me?" He nodded to the food, stopping in the middle of his sandwich to breathe. It was a somewhat hoarse, whistling sound that made her feel even guiltier for what she'd done. He hadn't deserved that but 'what are the odds of you getting pregnant' wasn't the type of question to ask someone out of the blue.
"Ate already with the others. Sorry."
"Well, princess, where'd you learn to hit like that?" Slowly, Julius had begun to slip back into his shell of the jerk. He stopped it, abruptly.
"A friend of my aunt's taught me. She was like family to me; haven't seen her in about three years...will you answer me a question now?"she asked without ever looking away from her shoes.
He shook his head and ate some more before giving any type of answer. "Talk to me, not your shoes."
Angel lifted her head and met his gaze, head on. "What's with all the pricess comments?"
"It seems to fit you. Sometimes you act like the rest of the world's below you...princess; it is fitting even a little?"
"Maybe. Did you actually do some soul searching to point out all my faults...?"
"Not all. You asked, I answered,"Julius replied, giving her a smirk before he'd finished his food. He didn't say anything else and she didn't bother with answering unasked questions. "Are you ever going to answer my question about being pregnant?"
She busied herself with picking up the tray and what part of the food he didn't eat. She lifted the tray up then began to leave without giving an answer. At the last minute she turned back and gave him a smile.
"Trust me, Julius. There's no odds of my getting pregnant. None."
HANK'S OFFICE
"Something's wrong. The facts don't add up." Hank McCoy stared at the computer screen in front of him, sifting through records. Angel had left and Julius was, for the moment, sleeping. "The statistics don't add up. Rogue and Logan remember everything from the moment of death until now. Gambit and I remember nothing until shortly before we showed up here...where's the mystery lie?"
He tapped a few keystrokes then studied the printed information. It was nothing really except government files on mutants. Several names wore highlights.
There was nothing in common between them.
It was simple random names from the list.
Remy Lebeau.
Henry McCoy 'Hank'.
Jubilation Lee.
Jean Grey-Summers.
Mortimer Toynbee.
St. John Allerdyce.
Raven Darkholme.
Every one of the Maurders was listed with highlights.
Hank stared a moment longer then his expression changed completely. "I've found it,"he whispered with hardly a sound. His gaze remained fixed upon the screen; his mouth had tightened into a hard line. "Oh my, the others must know immediately. This could mean even more damage toward mutant kind..."
His attention never left the monitor or his notes while he called the true X-Men to him, leaving the children, for the moment, alone. This was not something to involve them in unless the moment came when it was forced that they be involved.
If you read this please review. Tell me what I'm doing wrong or what you don't like; honesty's good and will help me grow. If there's a character you'd like to see back(exluding the Summers' couple...I know when to leave two dead) or something that you find offensive-let me know.
Rogue-Demon