Ice Lynx; SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!! Completely my fault this post took so long, I was being lazy and had school till be more faithful now. Will anyone come back? PLEASE?!
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-Ice Lynx
PS This chappie was written by giveGodtheGlory.
Beside him on the grass Ruhko sat, both hands clutching a beer bottle full of milk as she guzzled frantically, eyes shut in ecstasy, a thin trickle of milk running down her chin.
Logan looked at her thoughtfully as he slit the package and pulled out a diaper, wishing he hadn't panicked when he'd felt her turn over in the backpack. Feeding a baby with a beer bottle hit him as something Rogue and Storm would have his hide for. Sighing, Ruhko let the bottle fall to her lap, then opened her eyes and gave a massive belch.
"Nice." Logan frowned at her.
She looked back innocently, sucking her tongue, then held out her hand and babbled hopefully. Logan gave her a big peice of jerky, then picked her up and lay her in front of him. There was nothing on the diaper package to tell him how they were supposed to go, but now that he'd looked at one they didn't need that much explaining.
Ruhko chewed on her meal happily, making little murmuring and smacking sounds, as he pulled the little velcro things up around her tummy and pressed them down. One thing he could say about the kid for sure, she sure enjoyed her food. Picking up the contented baby, he looked her over automatically for any sign of injury, then stuffed her, jerky and all, into the backpack.
"Now then. I gotta find that other kid." He looked around. "Chuck?"
-She's just approaching the town,- came the Professor's mental voice.
"Where?" Logan sniffed the air, smelling ozone and rain, there was a thunderstorm coming.
Kaboom!
There was a thunderstorm right on top of him. He cursed as the clouds suddenly let loose buckets. "Not now, Chuck, I gotta get outta the rain." He quickly pushed the bike into the shelter of a deadfall, then squeezed in beside it, scowling. It was bad enough getting caught in a storm. Getting caught in a storm in perforated clothing was unspeakable.
Ruhko snuggled close to his back through the leather of the pack, and a slight smile twitched the corners of his mouth. She was pretty cute when she was being good. And the way she looked at him....
Crud, he was starting to sound like Storm when she got around babies.
-Logan, she's very near to you. Only a few yards away to your left.- He stuck his head out into the blinding wet, but couldn't see or smell anything, all that lay in that direction, he remembered, was a scrubby looking aspen that had come up out of the shelter of the other trees.
He jumped as lightening hit the ground somewhere to his right, the claws on both his hands shooting out, then winced as Ruhko did the same inside the pack. He could hear her wailing above the roar of the storm. He started to take the pack off, but then he realized that if the girl were anywhere near that lone tree she was in a lot of danger. The thing was a natural lightening rod, and he'd only met a few mutants in his life who could survive a lightening strike.
Ducking swiftly out of the shelter, he ran through the falling water toward the tree. He couldn't see anything near the base of it, but.... Peering upward, eyes squinted against the rain, he made out a dark form sitting on a branch over his head.
"Hey!" he bellowed. "Hey, you!"
The form stirred and peered down at him, he saw red hair.
"You gotta get out of this $#% tree!" he roared. "It ain't safe!" The girl in the tree drew her legs up away from him, then stood on the branch and started to climb higher.
"Oh, no you don't, darlin!" Logan leapt up and snagged her by one ankle, giving a mighty yank.
There was a rip and a feminine cry, then the girl landed on her back in the wet moss under the tree. Logan staggered as a sudden feeling of stupor came over him, then leaned down and put his hands on his knees to keep from falling. What had just hit him? Was the kid a telepath?
Reeling, he caught hold of the tree for support, then shook his head and stood up with difficulty. "Ya gotta get away from here!" he yelled. She crouched, staring at him wide-eyed, then turned and made a break for the tree line.
Cursing, Logan followed, feeling grateful when he saw her crawl under the ground-sweeping skirts of a spruce tree.
"Mind if I come in?" he growled, pushing in after her. The girl started and muffled a squeak with her hands, then glared at him with angry fear.
"Look. I ain't gonna hurt ya." He crouched as far away from her as he could in the small space under the tree. "I know yer a mutant. I'm one too." She blinked, then scowled, her attitude saying, 'so what?' "You're not sick a runnin' yet?" Logan smirked at her, still feeling dizzy.
Her face filled with the haunted sadness that he'd seen so often on young faces that came to the School, then swiftly changed to a hard look. She lifted her head proudly.
K, looked like he was going to have to use the same method he'd used on Ruhko.
"Do ya want ta git outta this weather?" Her expression went angry and suspicious. He sighed. "I ain't a pervert. But I can get ya some fresh clothes and a dry place ta sleep tonight."
She only stared.
Logan wracked his brains for another argument to convince her. He couldn't bring up the School yet, she wasn't ready to hear about something like that in the mood she was in. He winced as Ruhko stirred, jabbing her claws into his back as she straightened up in the backpack, then winced again as she stabbed him in the shoulder. "You can't be hungry again already, kid." He tried to shake her down to the bottom of the bag, but she only started howling.
"Oh, crap." He whipped the pack off and threw it open, scooping her into his arms awkwardly. "What's wrong?" Ruhko held out her little arms and howled louder, imploring him to hold her close. He did so, conscious of the older girl's curious stare as he murmured to the baby under his breath.
The girl gave a voiceless, whispered laugh, then nodded.
"What?" Logan frowned at her over Ruhko's fuzzy head.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny magnetic drawing pad. Giving him an amused look, she wrote swiftly and held it out to him. Logan looked, frowning, then snorted in laughter.
The pad said, "Like, duh, stupid. Where's that place to sleep?"