Hey y'all, I finally updated!! Sorry to those of you who have been waiting, I've been busy. So here it is...rather short and sweet, but I know what I'm doing for the next chapter, and it'll be a bit longer. This one's semi-important tho…so go on and read!
I own none of the characters and such in this story other than Randy and Kat. That's why this is called a fanfic.:) I do, however, own the song that's in here. Don't take my songs. It makes me angry. That said, please r&r!
Changes...Chapter 7
The next morning found Kat sitting with Randy on a bench just outside the institute. Randy had been filling Kat in on the details of his evening and the people he had met when Logan found them.
"Why don't you kids come with me for a trainin' session in the Danger Room 'stead of sittin' around here like a couple o' lazy bums?" There was a rare smile on the Wolverine's face as he spoke. The thought of physical exertion had put him in a good mood, and these new kids had proven themselves more than able to handle his teasing. Expecting to hear the groans his suggestions of training normally brought from the students, his grin turned to a look of shock when he heard Kat answer.
"I'm game for a little workout. You planning on using YOUR Danger Room program, or would we REALLY have some fun?"
"I was gonna do my program…but I could pick something easier if ya want."
"Easier?!" Kat replied, shooting Logan a mockingly injured look. "Sir, I'm offended. I was thinking of a REAL CHALLENGE." Logan stared down at the teenager before him, unsure how to react. He had shown his program to her and Randy when he gave them their tour of the institute. She knew it was the hardest program used in the Danger Room…and she was asking for something HARDER?! For the first time in a long time the mighty Wolverine didn't know how to respond to a girl. Only fifteen, and she thought she was omnipotent. But why not let her try? He'd be there to make sure she didn't hurt herself.
"Alright then, let's go. You comin', boy?" he asked, looking to the ever-smiling were-cat.
"Oh, sure, why not?" With that, the threesome headed inside and down to the lower level of the institute…and into the Danger Room.
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Two hours later, Logan was in his room, trying to rub the knots out of his aching muscles, wondering why he had ever asked the kids to join him. Randy and Kat had returned to their rooms, but with a very different attitude. Randy was stretching and cooling off. Not far down the hall, Kat was in the shower…singing. When Kat had returned to the room Rogue had been there on her bed, studying, but now she walked over to the door to listen, mesmerized by the joy that she heard. When the water was turned off, she jumped back onto her bed and pretended to still be absorbed in her books as Kat came out wearing clean jeans and a sweatshirt and attempting to keep her hair wrapped in a towel. The words of her song were suddenly clear as she continued into her final chorus:
I'm different from the girl you see
Every time you look at me
There's more to me than meets the eye
While you are trapped here, I will fly
Away from all of your presumptions
Your foolish, false pretense; assumptions
This idea that you have of me
Too blind to see it's all a dream
As the last notes of the tune faded, Rogue glanced up from her textbook.
"What's got you so perky today?"
"Oh, nothing really…just got in a nice long, hard workout in with Randy and Logan in the Danger Room."
"You worked out with the Wolverine and you're HAPPY?!" She was now sitting bolt upright, staring wide-eyed at her roommate. "You've gotta be crazy…"
"Sure I am, I know that!" Kat answered with a smile. "I'm also tougher and in better shape than your Wolverine. He was the one groaning at the end of my little program, not me."
"What did you DO?" Kat described the nigh impossible program to Rogue, who simply sat and stared in silence. When Kat was finished, all her roommate could do was shake her head. "How'd a sweet kid like you learn to be so tough?" Kat's exuberance and smile faded.
"I haven't been a "sweet kid" for years. And I never "learned" to be tough. I've always been a lone wolf…even before my mutation emerged. I'm tough, and I'm fiercely loyal when it comes to defending those I love. Leaving home just made me tougher."
At the words "leaving home" Rogue slowly lowered her head with the knowledge that she had never really had a home to leave. Kat's protective big sister instinct kicked in, and without thinking, she reached out and put her hand on top of Rogue's…and then she saw the gloves discarded next to the bed. But this time she felt nothing as she touched her roommate's skin. Rogue's eyes slowly drifted from the quilt on the bed to Kat's hand and then to her face, and as they drifted, they filled with tears. As her eyes met Kat's, she found a strange sense of friendship and understanding. Her tears began to fall as Kat gave into the instinctive comforting side of her nature and pulled her friend onto her lap and into a hug, feeling a few tears of her own slide down her face as she realized just how much she had missed being someone's shoulder to cry on.
As Rogue relaxed, Kat closed her eyes, letting her mind drift and sink into itself. Feeling a familiar gentle nudge at the back of her mind and a less than gentle tightening of her gut, her eyes snapped back open as her entire body tensed. Her new friend looked up at her, curious.
"What is it?"
"Hmm? Oh, uh…I'm not sure. I just thought…well…I thought I felt someone."
"Felt someone?"
"Ya know how sometimes you just…just KNOW someone's nearby, even though you're not sure HOW you know?"
"Sure, I guess so. Who is it?"
"Someone I haven't felt in far too long." A smile spread across Kat's face as the name spun through her mind. Her best friend. Her soulmate. MARIE.
I own none of the characters and such in this story other than Randy and Kat. That's why this is called a fanfic.:) I do, however, own the song that's in here. Don't take my songs. It makes me angry. That said, please r&r!
Changes...Chapter 7
The next morning found Kat sitting with Randy on a bench just outside the institute. Randy had been filling Kat in on the details of his evening and the people he had met when Logan found them.
"Why don't you kids come with me for a trainin' session in the Danger Room 'stead of sittin' around here like a couple o' lazy bums?" There was a rare smile on the Wolverine's face as he spoke. The thought of physical exertion had put him in a good mood, and these new kids had proven themselves more than able to handle his teasing. Expecting to hear the groans his suggestions of training normally brought from the students, his grin turned to a look of shock when he heard Kat answer.
"I'm game for a little workout. You planning on using YOUR Danger Room program, or would we REALLY have some fun?"
"I was gonna do my program…but I could pick something easier if ya want."
"Easier?!" Kat replied, shooting Logan a mockingly injured look. "Sir, I'm offended. I was thinking of a REAL CHALLENGE." Logan stared down at the teenager before him, unsure how to react. He had shown his program to her and Randy when he gave them their tour of the institute. She knew it was the hardest program used in the Danger Room…and she was asking for something HARDER?! For the first time in a long time the mighty Wolverine didn't know how to respond to a girl. Only fifteen, and she thought she was omnipotent. But why not let her try? He'd be there to make sure she didn't hurt herself.
"Alright then, let's go. You comin', boy?" he asked, looking to the ever-smiling were-cat.
"Oh, sure, why not?" With that, the threesome headed inside and down to the lower level of the institute…and into the Danger Room.
§§§§§§§
Two hours later, Logan was in his room, trying to rub the knots out of his aching muscles, wondering why he had ever asked the kids to join him. Randy and Kat had returned to their rooms, but with a very different attitude. Randy was stretching and cooling off. Not far down the hall, Kat was in the shower…singing. When Kat had returned to the room Rogue had been there on her bed, studying, but now she walked over to the door to listen, mesmerized by the joy that she heard. When the water was turned off, she jumped back onto her bed and pretended to still be absorbed in her books as Kat came out wearing clean jeans and a sweatshirt and attempting to keep her hair wrapped in a towel. The words of her song were suddenly clear as she continued into her final chorus:
I'm different from the girl you see
Every time you look at me
There's more to me than meets the eye
While you are trapped here, I will fly
Away from all of your presumptions
Your foolish, false pretense; assumptions
This idea that you have of me
Too blind to see it's all a dream
As the last notes of the tune faded, Rogue glanced up from her textbook.
"What's got you so perky today?"
"Oh, nothing really…just got in a nice long, hard workout in with Randy and Logan in the Danger Room."
"You worked out with the Wolverine and you're HAPPY?!" She was now sitting bolt upright, staring wide-eyed at her roommate. "You've gotta be crazy…"
"Sure I am, I know that!" Kat answered with a smile. "I'm also tougher and in better shape than your Wolverine. He was the one groaning at the end of my little program, not me."
"What did you DO?" Kat described the nigh impossible program to Rogue, who simply sat and stared in silence. When Kat was finished, all her roommate could do was shake her head. "How'd a sweet kid like you learn to be so tough?" Kat's exuberance and smile faded.
"I haven't been a "sweet kid" for years. And I never "learned" to be tough. I've always been a lone wolf…even before my mutation emerged. I'm tough, and I'm fiercely loyal when it comes to defending those I love. Leaving home just made me tougher."
At the words "leaving home" Rogue slowly lowered her head with the knowledge that she had never really had a home to leave. Kat's protective big sister instinct kicked in, and without thinking, she reached out and put her hand on top of Rogue's…and then she saw the gloves discarded next to the bed. But this time she felt nothing as she touched her roommate's skin. Rogue's eyes slowly drifted from the quilt on the bed to Kat's hand and then to her face, and as they drifted, they filled with tears. As her eyes met Kat's, she found a strange sense of friendship and understanding. Her tears began to fall as Kat gave into the instinctive comforting side of her nature and pulled her friend onto her lap and into a hug, feeling a few tears of her own slide down her face as she realized just how much she had missed being someone's shoulder to cry on.
As Rogue relaxed, Kat closed her eyes, letting her mind drift and sink into itself. Feeling a familiar gentle nudge at the back of her mind and a less than gentle tightening of her gut, her eyes snapped back open as her entire body tensed. Her new friend looked up at her, curious.
"What is it?"
"Hmm? Oh, uh…I'm not sure. I just thought…well…I thought I felt someone."
"Felt someone?"
"Ya know how sometimes you just…just KNOW someone's nearby, even though you're not sure HOW you know?"
"Sure, I guess so. Who is it?"
"Someone I haven't felt in far too long." A smile spread across Kat's face as the name spun through her mind. Her best friend. Her soulmate. MARIE.