Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
Blix Howlett: Nope, it certainly isn't =P
Omala Moola: Take a glance over around the middle of story 2, that'll jog your memory. :D
Jenny: (Review for Chapter 2) I'm glad it made you happy Everyone's reacting badly to the death inputs o.o Yup, they are certainly related. You will find out, eventually =P
Jenny: (Review for Chapter 3) It is! I told you she'd be back! Yeah, I loved that chapter, with Logan and Aurora together and stuff, mocking Scott. Hehehe. I'm evil.. ; Aye, it was an evil cliffy. Well, here is the next update.
Angelica: Well, you'll find out the relation eventually, but just so you don't get confused. Brother, nope. :) Well, your question is the whole point of the story. I'm not going to put it here. o.o But yes, you are partly right. It also has a more logical reason too. And thank you! I'm glad you love them! I do too! Writing and reading them! (:
Chapter 4
The figure continued to travel their way, walking briskly towards them with head shyly lowered. The glinting of her hair was astonishing, as if her locks were coated in true silver. The blazing rays of the sun caused every strand to shimmer. And Logan couldn't look elsewhere. He didn't feel the hand on his arm, trying to get his attention.
"Logan.." Aurora began, "Who is it? Her? Her who?" She questioned, looking from him to the walking figure.
"From the news.. back in England. The one who shipped from England.." He uttered softly, still fixating his eyes on her as she came closer.
"What's she doing here?" Asked Aurora quietly.
"Who cares?" Logan muttered, going down a step to begin his path to her.
Aurora made a quiet sigh, "I'll go and inform Charles of visitors.."
Logan hardly noticed Aurora leave his side, he just couldn't take his eyes off the newcomer.. just like when he saw her on the television.. there was a pulse of recognition at the back of his mind. So minor that he missed it. All he knew is that there.. there was something about her that ensnared him.
His breath was caught in his throat when the lowered head then rose and studied him gently. He couldn't see her face completely for a pair of dark sunglasses sat over her eyes. Light reflected from their fronts and flickered mockingly at Logan's gaze. Logan straightened gently, folding his arms before his head lifted some and he spoke, "Lookin' for somethin'?" He asked softly with the same rough edge to his otherwise smooth tone. He stood purposely central to the steps, as if blocking entry.
The woman's head tilted to the left as she eyed him shrewdly with a cocked brow and smirk to shining lips. She readjusted the bag on her shoulder before she placidly brushed her clothes down to neaten them. Logan took this time to study her, noting her attire and features. As her hands brushed down the short lilac summer dress, Logan found himself noticing more than her attire. When her throat cleared his eyes snapped back to up her covered ones.
"I am, actually." Came the reply, voice composed and tender. She still waited patiently on steps a few drops lower than him, so she was forced to look upwards at the reserved stature of a man, with folded arms and tilted head.
"Who or what?" He replied calmly, arms remaining folded over his chest, which had an attire of white t-shirt and thin navy shirt that was left unbuttoned to reveal his large glinting belt buckle.
The woman removed her glasses gently with a slim hand, tresses inevitably swaying gently and shining at the movement. A few strands fell from the ponytail and draped gently over her neck, "I'm Roxanne Bevelle." She said gently, outstretching a hand to him, "I'm looking for a man now named Wolverine."
Logan watched her actions hungrily and he then just looked at the offered hand before his arms uncrossed to merely be placed at his hips, shirt being pushed back, "Why?" He demanded. The last time someone came to the mansion looking for him.. he got shot.
"That's none of your business." Replied the womanly sternly, hand dropping from the air, the other propping her sunglasses over the crown of her head gently.
"Oh really?" He said lowly with an enticing tone.
"Really." She replied, arms now folding, "Now, are we going to stand here all day, or can I go inside?"
"Before I let you loose.. you ought to see Charles."
"Charles Xavier?"
"Yes.."
"All right."
Logan frowned a little before he turned and led the way through the door. His boots quietly sounded across the wooden flooring as he turned through the main entrance. Behind him the repetitive click of her stiletto's sounded, echoing around the great wooden panelled walls.
Logan glanced over his shoulder slowly as they travelled, frowning. He couldn't place his finger on what it was about her.. there was something familiar about her, more than her appearance that he recognized. He felt as though he should know her.. but in truth. He remembered absolutely nothing..
The door of Xavier's office stood in wait at the end of the corridor. Logan brought himself to a silent halt and turned to eye the woman, "Here we are." The woman's eyes fixated on the doorway with an knowing sparkle with them and a smirk was on her lips that never budged, as if she knew something he didn't.. Just as Logan was about to knock on the door, it was pulled open briskly and Aurora's face peered out to them, "Charles is ready for you."
Logan turned to the newcomer and nodded once at the words. An anxious glance before the smirk reappeared. Aurora stepped out of the doorway and beside Logan to allow the woman to enter and in return the woman ventured inside. Just as Logan and Aurora turned to follow her in, the woman slammed the door on their faces.
"Well, that's charming." Muttered Logan, his arms folding as he turned from the door.
"Well, it isn't really any of our business." Aurora replied, glancing to Logan.
"It is. It's me she's looking for."
Charles watched the woman step forth into the room and nodded for her to take a seat, "Good afternoon. May I ask your name?"
The woman took a seat as requested, "I'm Roxanne Bevelle."
A nod was given in reply, "And why have you come to Westchester Miss. Bevelle?"
"I'm looking for someone." Roxanne replied steadily, "Wolverine."
"Oh?" Charles sounded quietly, leaning back in his seat, "And why do you want to see him?"
"I'm afraid that is nothing to do with you, Xavier." Came the staid reply.
"I need to trust you before I let you wander around my school."
A impatient sigh was heard, "Wolverine, as I heard he is now named, left many years ago.. without any apparent reason. I am looking for him. I need my questions answered."
Charles watched her steadily before he nodded gently, "That is understandable after the many happenings."
"So may I please go and speak to him?"
A thoughtful pause of silence before Charles nodded his head, "You may. He is stood outside the door right now in fact."
Roxanne immediately lifted, "Thank you." She replied, warm smile on her face.. until she turned and the dark smirk reappeared.
"You are welcome." Sounded Charles to the retreating figure. Roxanne pushed open the door of his office heavily, eyes now flicking around the corridor to seek out the man waiting. Her eyes only met Aurora and Logan.
"Done?" Replied Aurora quietly, glancing from her to Logan.
"Not yet." Replied Roxanne, watching Logan, "Well, that was another lie wasn't it?"
"Excuse me?" Replied Logan with a trace of a snarl in his words.
"When I said I was looking for Wolverine you did not admit who you were. That was a lie from a line of many."
"Who do you think you are?" Cried Aurora, stepping towards the woman confronting Logan.
Roxanne moved her cold gaze upon Aurora, "Will you not poke your nose in, and let me speak to him? This is between him and me."
"Logan!" Cried Aurora, turning to him.
"She's right.. I need to talk to her.." Logan said softly, resting his hand on Aurora's shoulder, giving her a tight smile before he glanced to Roxanne and back, "Just let me talk to her.. eh?"
Aurora pursed her lips gently before she shook her with a defeated sigh, "I hope you know what you're doing. "She muttered before turning to walk quietly away from the pair, then lightly running up the first staircase.
"So, who are you again?" Asked Logan, his arms folding as he watched the woman.
"Roxanne." She repeated, "Roxanne Bevelle."
Logan just frowned.
"You don't remember me?"
"I.. I saw you on television.. A while back in England.."
Roxanne then gave a dry laugh, "England.. I've never even been to England."
"Of course you have. I saw you."
"Perhaps you confuse me with someone else."
Logan frowned, staring into her face intensely before he growled out his words, "I never am mistaken."
"Then why don't you remember me, Logan?" She softly said, stepping closer to him.
Logan sighed quietly, his head lowering, "Things happened.."
"You just disappeared.. and never came back. No note, no phone call, absolutely nothing!"
"Who are you?"
"What do you mean?"
A soft sigh, sorrowful, "What were you to me.. those years ago?"
"Special, Logan. That's what I was." She replied quietly, a hand lifting to idly tuck hair from her face. The silver bracelet slipping gently down her arm, "And I've come back to find out what the hell happened."
Logan sighed, turning away with a soft mutter of annoyance at himself.
At his turned back, the smirk reappeared.
I'm worried; I think you guys may get confused with their conversation and what you already know. But listen, just read very carefully over this story. So you won't miss any important moments or sayings.
But because I'm worrying.. Just in case you didn't realise, Her words are true, (Logan knows her, it was wrote in this chap) But we know her knowledge is being manipulated to achieve the programmed goals. That information should be known already, but i couldn't word it exactly. x.x So if you were confused, now you shouldn't be o.o