Time Out
Disclaimer: Moonwater (Martha) and Marvel (Stan) own theirs and that is how it should be. I don't want to pay the food bill.
TBAA crossover with AU Logan and company.
PG
On the hillside stood a lone figure watching the scene below. It was a group of young people in their late teens and early twenties playing basketball. In her angelic form Monica could observe them without being seen.
There were several redheads, each a different shade, one with a white slash.
'Tess would be interested in that,' she thought. 'I wonder if any are Irish?'
A tall man wearing sunglasses passed the ball to a rather pale blonde man who proceeded to dunk it. The ball went back into play thrown in by a brute of a man who appeared to have blue hair.
'Oh, my,' she giggled as the ball was quickly stolen by a lithe young black woman with snow white hair.
In the midst of the fray was a muscular man with a wiry hair cut. He rebounded a missed shot and in the process flattened the blonde guy.
"Hey, watch it, Logan!"
"Sorry, Icecube."
The wind shifted direction and Monica knew it was time. Logan helped his friend to his feet, then sniffed the air. Looking around he saw the angel on the hill waving to him.
"Time out. I gotta go talk ta somebody," he snarled as he stalked up the hill.
His friends looked after him. Seeing no one else, they wandered over to the nearby picnic table.
"Dat seem strange, non?"
"Ah don't know, shugah, Ah jus' don't know."
At the top of the hill Logan waited for Monica to materialize in her human form. 'Danged if I'm gonna talk ta thin air.'
"Are ya spyin' on me, darlin'?"
"Why, no, Logan. I was just wanting to talk with you. See how it's going."
"Well, it ain't."
"Ah, I see—"
"Do ya?"
Monica stood silently as Logan glared at her. "No, I suppose I don't," she replied looking a bit forlorn.
Refusing to be swayed by the Irish angel's sudden puppy-dog look, Logan growled and swung at the air. "Why does everyone seem ta think they need ta check on me?"
"Well, baby, it could be that sign on your back that reads 'I'm brooding. Please check on me'."
The man whirled in time to see a large ebony angel appear behind him.
"Who the h- are you?"
"Never you mind, baby! Monica, we need to go! The Father has a new assignment for us."
"But Tess, I—"
"No buts, Angel-girl. Let's go." With that, Tess disappeared.
Monica smiled apologetically at Logan. "Maybe later we can talk."
"Sure." He was a bit non-plussed at the rapid turn of events. Looking at where his visitor had been standing, he shook his head.
"Come out, Gumbo."
The tall auburn-haired youth stepped out form behind a tree.
"She disappear?"
"Yeah."
"Dat seem strange, non?"
Logan rolled his eyes. "You don't know the half of it." He started back down the hill, dragging the younger man with him.
"Let's go finish the game."
To be continued-
Disclaimer: Moonwater (Martha) and Marvel (Stan) own theirs and that is how it should be. I don't want to pay the food bill.
TBAA crossover with AU Logan and company.
PG
On the hillside stood a lone figure watching the scene below. It was a group of young people in their late teens and early twenties playing basketball. In her angelic form Monica could observe them without being seen.
There were several redheads, each a different shade, one with a white slash.
'Tess would be interested in that,' she thought. 'I wonder if any are Irish?'
A tall man wearing sunglasses passed the ball to a rather pale blonde man who proceeded to dunk it. The ball went back into play thrown in by a brute of a man who appeared to have blue hair.
'Oh, my,' she giggled as the ball was quickly stolen by a lithe young black woman with snow white hair.
In the midst of the fray was a muscular man with a wiry hair cut. He rebounded a missed shot and in the process flattened the blonde guy.
"Hey, watch it, Logan!"
"Sorry, Icecube."
The wind shifted direction and Monica knew it was time. Logan helped his friend to his feet, then sniffed the air. Looking around he saw the angel on the hill waving to him.
"Time out. I gotta go talk ta somebody," he snarled as he stalked up the hill.
His friends looked after him. Seeing no one else, they wandered over to the nearby picnic table.
"Dat seem strange, non?"
"Ah don't know, shugah, Ah jus' don't know."
At the top of the hill Logan waited for Monica to materialize in her human form. 'Danged if I'm gonna talk ta thin air.'
"Are ya spyin' on me, darlin'?"
"Why, no, Logan. I was just wanting to talk with you. See how it's going."
"Well, it ain't."
"Ah, I see—"
"Do ya?"
Monica stood silently as Logan glared at her. "No, I suppose I don't," she replied looking a bit forlorn.
Refusing to be swayed by the Irish angel's sudden puppy-dog look, Logan growled and swung at the air. "Why does everyone seem ta think they need ta check on me?"
"Well, baby, it could be that sign on your back that reads 'I'm brooding. Please check on me'."
The man whirled in time to see a large ebony angel appear behind him.
"Who the h- are you?"
"Never you mind, baby! Monica, we need to go! The Father has a new assignment for us."
"But Tess, I—"
"No buts, Angel-girl. Let's go." With that, Tess disappeared.
Monica smiled apologetically at Logan. "Maybe later we can talk."
"Sure." He was a bit non-plussed at the rapid turn of events. Looking at where his visitor had been standing, he shook his head.
"Come out, Gumbo."
The tall auburn-haired youth stepped out form behind a tree.
"She disappear?"
"Yeah."
"Dat seem strange, non?"
Logan rolled his eyes. "You don't know the half of it." He started back down the hill, dragging the younger man with him.
"Let's go finish the game."
To be continued-
