Aw man! I've got to check my reviews more! I'm really sorry everyone who wrote reviews and didn't get credit. Oh wait, that's EVERYONE! ARGH! Okay here are my shout outs to y'all. BTW, U RULE!
bobtheheadlesschicken: Love your name! You're right on target, dude! Thanks for your review!
ldypebsaby: Thanks for your sympathy. I think the only thing I like about the series is the theme song! Oh well. To be honest, the whole thing about Rogue bringing home Wolverine is kinda - no- VERY confusing. I thought that maybe he could be adopted, but I realized that that would cost thousands of dollars. Yeesh! So my explanation isn't gonna make a whole lotta sense but I'll do my best! Rogue is around 16 or 17 and Jean is 19. I wanted Rogue to still be a teen but be young enough for there to be a more believable big-sis-lil-sis thingy ma-jig. I know, the dialog sounds a bit off for teens. Again, I'll do my best with it. Thanks for reviewing! WOOHOO!
Rogue14: Thanks a million! I'll update ASAP! You can be sure of that!
The Uncanny R-Man: Thanks for the reviews! I was kinda afraid the humor wouldn't come off right when I wrote it, but reviews like yours make my feel like I'm not so dry after all. WOOHOO. Then again, this ain't really my humor. That also belongs to Disney, DARN THEM! :0 Keep reviewing! Oh, and I know Xavier is a bit of a weird match up for Cobra Bubbles, but I didn't want to leave him out. Besides, it's kinda funny to think of Xavier that way, isn't it? Okay, it's kind of a fluke, but thanks for understanding!
Geez, I didn't think I'd get so many reviewers! Woo, I feel like I can fly! [runs off a cliff and tries to flaps arms. Drops like a stone & crashes to the bottom of a pile of garbage.] Ah, figures. I still feel great! Keep it up! WOOHOOOO! (I say that way too much!)
Disclaimer: I have this dream sometimes that I'm writing a fan fic for X-Men Evolution and I realize I don't have to write a disclaimer because I own it! Then someone comes up and tells me that Disney just sold me the story line for Lilo & Stitch, and there is much rejoicing. Just as I'm about to skip the disclaimer, I wake up at the computer and realize it was just a dream and I still have to write the disclaimer. And I cry, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Okay, not really, but I thought I'd make it more interesting. That's right, I don't own any of them. Go and make my life miserable! Hehe, okay I'm sane again. Onward, to the fic!
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Chapter 4
Out of the crater of the "falling star" appeared nothing remotely close to an angel. Then again, whoever heard of angels coming out of falling stars? Not me.
It was Wolverine, just recovering from his long awaited crash landing after exiting hyperspace. At first, there was nothing on his mind but the thought that he had managed to escape the law enforcers of the Galactic Federation. What could be more sweet than that? But soon, his mind turned to other things as his instincts began to kick in. He needed to find out what planet he was on and the nature of the life forms that dwelled upon it. His ship, now demolished, had crashed on a hill somewhere in the woods. He quickly made his way down the hill, darting and dodging, avoiding to be seen.
He came to a road that was empty at the moment. He looked around, trying to remain alert. He constantly sniffed the air to detect other living creatures nearby. As he walked, he heard the sound of a liquid hitting the road. He pulled out a blaster hidden in his uniform and shot at the spot, thinking it might be an attack by some strange being. There was nothing there. He heard it again; this time it landed on his head. He immediately shot his blaster towards the sky. Then it began to pour. It left Wolverine a bit confused for a moment, then he realized that this liquid was not from a hostile life form, but was simply a phenomenon of nature. He growled at the rain as it poured on his head. I hate you all, he thought. Suddenly, there was another sound. This sound was different from that of the rain. It was more distinct and sounded as if it came from an actual living, breathing thing. Wolverine pulled out another blaster, this time not jumping the gun (bad pun) and making sure to investigate what the creature was and if it was a threat.
He soon discovered it came from a nearby frog that was just sitting in the middle of the road. The frog didn't move, it merely croaked occasionally. Wolverine approached it cautiously, both guns extended out in front of him. Plus he had his claws out just to be extra prepared. He started to talk to the frog in his own alien tongue, but it did not respond. He began to poke it with one of his blasters while yelling at it. Yet it still did not respond. This left Wolverine puzzled again as he once more poked the strange creature. Suddenly, he heard the noise of some kind of machine approaching him. It turned out to be a truck that was barreling down the road. The truck driver did not see Wolverine and therefore the truck did not slow down. This didn't phase the fearless Wolverine, though. He stood there on the road, ready for almost anything, pointing his guns away from the frog and towards the truck.
Did I mention he was ready for almost anything. I thought so. Well, he was. There was just one thing he wasn't prepared for.
He wasn't prepared to get run over by a truck.
And not just one truck. Oh no, it couldn't be just one truck. As it turned out, there were several other trucks behind the one that first ran over Wolverine. One by one, they all passed over him. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! Each set of wheels rolled over him, violently knocking and thrashing him around. Little by little, his uniform became torn up, and he received injury on top of injury. And all this time, the frog just sat there, watching him as he took this bad, humiliating beating.
It finally ended when Wolverine was thrust up into the fender of one of the trucks. The truck drivers, realizing that they had run over something, or someone, stopped their trucks as quickly as they could and jumped out of them. One of the drivers said, "I think he went under here!" They all rushed over to the last truck in the line, and with their flashlights looked up the side of the truck. "There he is!" said the owner of the truck. "He's jammed up there under the fender."
Suddenly, one of Wolverine's hands draped down, indicating he was unconscious. The drivers gasped and looked at each other. "We better call somebody," said another driver.
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Wolverine blinked a few times, wondering where he was. He was still just trying to remember the last thing that happened to him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to decipher his surroundings. He was in some white room all by himself. Shakily, he got up off a bed that he had apparently been sleeping on. He was still clearing the sand from his eyes as he opened the door and began making his way down a corridor. Not sure of where he was going, or how he was going get out of wherever he was, he selected a door at random, opened it, and entered the room.
When he entered, he came upon some unsuspecting people who had been apparently waiting in the room for something. His instincts immediately kicked in, and he extended his adamantium claws and growled. He also wanted to hold out his blasters, but he didn't have them. They were gone, and so was his uniform. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of jeans.
His sudden intrusion and the presence of his claws sent everyone in the room into a frenzy. They began running around, trying to find a way out. But Wolverine knew he couldn't afford that. He needed to keep things quiet less should he be discovered and captured by some foreign race. He went to the door and gave a warning growl. The other people had no way to defend themselves, so they quickly backed away from the door, their only exit. Wolverine eventually managed to get everyone into a little group, tied them up with some duct tape from a desk in the room, and put them in a closet.
He sighed with relief. Glad that's over. He then picked up the sound of voices coming from further down the corridor. He was now on full alert. He went out into the corridor and using his claws climbed up to the ceiling where there was a beam running along the middle. He quickly and with agility make his way towards the entrance of the building, where the voices were coming from.
One of those voices was the receptionist. "And of what qualification are you looking for for a big brother/big sister?"
The other voice was Jean. "We're looking for someone who can defend themselves. Someone who has a lot of free time, is not going to die any time soon, and probably someone who is in shape."
"Like a weight lifter!" This was Rogue.
"Rogue, I am not boarding a weight lifter, I am boarding someone who can be your big brother or big sister. That's who we're hiring!"
Wolverine overheard this conversation as he switched to another beam in the ceiling and made his way to the entrance. The building was not all that big, so it didn't take him long to reach the entrance. Fortunately, some people were passing through the door, leaving it open for Wolverine to crawl down to and exit. He made sure to come down after the people had passed and he quickly jumped through the entrance.
No sooner had he done so that a little red light appeared on his chest. The next thing he heard was a shot from a cannon of some kind. He quickly jumped away before he was hit. There were several more shots that forced him to retreat behind a boulder. He breathlessly gripped the side of the rock he was on, pressing his back against it, wondering who had attacked him. Suddenly he heard a voice shouting, "Ha! It's nice to see your freaky face again! Hahahahahaha!"
Wolverine knew that voice very well. "Magneto?" he gasped. Now he was trapped. If he ventured beyond the boulder, Magneto would just start firing again. Wolverine knew, even with his extensive training, he could not dodge every single shot. He had no choice but to go back inside the building.
"Just sign your name and address down here-" explained the receptionist. She was interrupted when the front door slammed shut. The three women turned and saw no one enter. They all quickly forgot about it as Jean continued to sign out the papers. She figured this was a good idea. Since she wasn't always going to be around to take care of Rogue, since she had to switch between jobs, it would be nice for Rogue to have someone to hang out with. The idea entered her head the other night when she heard Rogue's wish. Although the services provided by the big brothers and big sisters at the community center were free, there was a fee for the center's funding program. Fortunately, the fee was only $25 and Jean needed something rather cheap. After Jean filled out the papers, the receptionist filed them and pointed down the hall. "It's the first door to the left."
Rogue stood there for a second, wondering if both she and Jean were going, or if she was to go by herself. "Go on," Jean urged, "pick someone out."
She quietly made her way down the hall and opened the door. When she entered, there was no one there. "Hello? Hello!"
At this point Wolverine was back in the room he had originally found himself in and began banging his head against the wall. How the heck am I ever gonna get outta here? There's got t' be some way. Think, think!
Suddenly, he heard Rogue's voice from further down the hall. "Hello! Are there any people in here?"
Wolverine remembered that that was the room he had been in earlier. That was where he still had all those people tied up. If she found them, they would reveal his presence! He quickly dashed down the hall to the door and looked inside.
He was a bit surprised by the person he saw. He saw a girl, no more than 17, standing in the middle of the room. She didn't look like anybody he had yet encountered, with her strange clothes, pale skin, and white bangs in contrast with her brown hair. He studied her for a moment. Was she in fact human? He quietly sniffed. Yeah, she was human, though not like everyone else. Then something else caught Wolverine's eye. On the wall opposite the doorway was a poster that said 'Become a Big Brother or Big Sister Today.' On the poster was a picture there were two figures of no particular gender holding hands. An idea began to form in his mind. He still watched the girl pacing around the room. It didn't seem she was heading for the storage closet any time soon. When he was sure it was safe, he ran back down the hall to the other room.
First, he would need proper human attire. He couldn't go walking around half naked and not expect the girl to run away when she saw him. Just remember what happened in that same room only a few minutes before! He looked around and noticed that there was a box of lost & found items, including some articles of clothing. He managed to find two shoes, (who needs socks anyway?), a navy blue T-shirt, and a brown waist jacket. Before putting on his new clothes, he decided it would be a good idea to keep his "bad boys" hidden unless he needed them in an emergency. He quickly got dressed and went back down the hall where the girl was.
After searching for several minutes, Rogue concluded that nobody was there. (She never checked the closet. She couldn't here anybody anyway because they were all gagged.) Ah'll just go back to the receptionist and tell her that nobody's here. Am ah sure ah even came to the right room? Did she say the first door t' the left? Maybe she meant first door t' the right.
Just as she was leaving, though, she bumped into someone. She realized very quickly that it was a man, with blue hair and wearing blue jeans, a brown jacket and navy blue shirt underneath. He had a very grim look on his face, a look that she could not recall ever seeing before in her life. In fact, she had never seen anybody like this guy in her entire life. He looked to be about his middle twenties to early thirties. Maybe he's one of the people who are supposed to be in this room and got here late.
There was a moment of silence. None of them said anything for a minute. Wolverine preferred to be mute since he didn't know the language very well, and Rogue felt too shy at first to say anything that would not sound completely idiotic. Finally, she managed to say, "Uh, hi."
Wolverine hesitated for a moment. He was against trying to communicate, in case there might've been enemies on that planet that wanted to get information of some kind out of him. Still, how could he just leave this girl hanging. She didn't seem to be a real threat, and she was his ticket for getting out of there in one piece. Finally, he made his first attempt at the English language. "H-h-h-h-hi."
More awkward silence. Finally, the whole hesitation thing had taken a toll on Wolverine's patience. Aw, what the heck. I gotta speed this thing up! Reluctantly, but quickly, he went up and hugged her. This completely took Rogue by surprise.
"Wow!"
Wow is right, he thought. Now just get me outta here!
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"Oh yes," said the receptionist as she spoke with Jean. "All our volunteers are reliable." She said this just as Rogue returned to the front desk with Wolverine following her. The receptionist took one look at Wolverine and shouted, "EXCEPT THAT ONE!"
She immediately jumped out from behind her desk and grabbed Wolverine's shoulders from behind him. Jean immediately grabbed Rogue and pulled her away from him. "Who's this?" she cried.
"Well, we don't really know!" the receptionist answered for Wolverine. "Actually, he was dead this morning!"
"He was dead this morning?!"
"Well we thought he was dead! He was hit by a truck! He was sent to the hospital first but they wouldn't take him in. I don't know how he got into the volunteer room!"
Rogue smiled as she looked at him. "Ah like him! Come 'ere, big fella!"
Wolverine up to this point didn't try to resist the receptionist. He had already figured out that her gesture was only in defense of the goth girl. Besides, he knew she wasn't a real threat (heehee). Now, however, since Rogue motioned him to come forward, he dragged the receptionist along with him. As he did, Jean backed up further, dragging Rogue with her, until their backs were to the windows. Jean gulped when they finally ran out of room to back away. "Um, won't you like a different person?"
"We have better people, dear," assured the receptionist.
"Not better than him!" said Rogue confidently. "Go on, say hello!"
Wolverine opened his mouth to speak, but then he stopped. It was one thing to try and talk just in the presence of this girl. It was a completely different matter when there were other adults in the room. He quickly closed his mouth.
"I don't think he can talk, dear," said the receptionist. Wolverine couldn't help but scowl at her. Sure, just because he chose not to talk they automatically had to assume that he was stupid or something!
"But he did just now!" Rogue insisted. She had seen him do it. Why wasn't he doing it now?
"Does it have to be this guy?" groaned Jean. They both looked at him. Just as they did, Wolverine started scratching the back of his neck like a dog would scratch at its neck. When he finished, he looked at his nails to see what on earth he dug up back there. After staring at them a few seconds, he started nibbling on them.
"Yes, he's good. Ah can tell," answered Rogue.
"Do you know what his name is?" asked Jean as she filled out one more form.
"No, we don't," the receptionist answered. "If you would like, you could just take him home with you for good. It's not like anyone else will want him for a volunteer. Of course, you'll still have to pay the fee."
"That's alright," said Jean, as she fished through her wallet for the correct amount.
Rogue looked at Wolverine as he stared outside the window. Suddenly, she announced, "Ah think his name should be . . . Logan."
Wolverine turned around and gave her a somewhat surprised look. Logan? What kind of a name is that? She's not planning to call ME that, is she?
The receptionist gave her a surprised look, too. "Uh, dear, I don't think you're really supposed to give names to adults-"
She was cut off by Jean who was quickly shaking her head and whispering "Mm-mm" to her. She got the message right away.
"-in Iceland," she continued. "But here you can do that! Logan it is!"
Wolverine merely growled as he returned his attention to the outside. After Jean paid, the receptionist stamped the form and handed it to Rogue. "He's all yours!"
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What, you think I was gonna make him eat his boogers? Yuck! I know, this wasn't a very thrilling chapter, but it had its moments. The naming thing was kinda lame too, but oh well. The next chap should be much more interesting, I'll try to move along a little faster. Keep reviewing, y'all! See ya next time!