Apologies!!!! I'm very sorry! In the last chapter when Remy was thinking of
when he first met Tate, I had a part about speaking "Yat[1]" and I didn't
put the reason for it at the bottom!!! *puppy dog eyes* forgive me??
[1] Yat : The language of the ragin' Cajun. Slang: "Where Ya At?" (i.e. Texas-style "Howdy!" meaning: "How ya doing?")
Sorry for not putting that at the end of the last chapter..... *sigh* I guess I was just to excited that I actually FINISHED the durn thing that I forgot I even PUT a reference to Yat in there..... again, of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Soz people.
_ Stupid Mandatory Disclaimer: I own Tate aka Sight. I own the story line. I DON'T own the X-Men or any of the related characters. There. I'm done. _
AN: This chapter is really gonna focus in on Tate and Logan... maybe Remy as well.... I'm not sure on that one just yet. I seriously doubt the development of a romance fic here, but if ya want to see it that way... well... whatever floats your boat.....
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He knew she liked fighting him. He knew she didn't mind getting hurt, nor did she mind dealing out the hurt. He knew about all this 'outside' stuff... but he needed to know about the 'inside' stuff.
Logan also knew, that in order to get Tate to open up, HE would have to open up. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it.
Tate wasn't any more willing about the situation than Logan was, but still, she knew what was going to happen. Neither one wanted to admit it though.
Maybe they would just skip the 'talking' part today. It didn't work so well the last time. Not that he'd expected anything less though.
The first day they started early in the morning, before any of the other students were awakened for school. Yes, that Thursday had been.... well, interesting, to say the least.
Logan was at the Danger Room, leaning against the huge metal doors, suited up for all-out combat, and ready, as usual, before Tate arrived wearing biker shorts and a tank top.
"Ya really think ya gonna keep yer hide in one piece wearin' THAT?"
"Most people say 'Good morning', or 'Hello', when someone walks into a room."
"Yeah? I ain't most people."
"So I have noticed. Are we going to stand here and talk about manners all morning? I thought we were supposed to train together."
Logan grinned and keyed in the code to open the thick doors to the Danger Room.
"Nope, you're gonna to fight the room, and I'm gonna watch."
"Excuse me while I jump for joy."
Logan just shook his head and stood to the side to let Tate pass into what some of the students called the 'Death Trap' and 'Population Control'.
Bobby had even put up a vote for a "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" plaque over the doors.
"First, obstacle course. Real simple. Ya start here," He pointed to the area in front of him, "And go through a zig-zag pattern to get to the opposite end, where you'll climb the pole and remove the flag. After that, I'll set up courses based on yer skill level. Ready?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really."
"Then let the fun begin."
The doors slid closed with an echoing "clank" as Logan climbed the stairs to the control booth. A few keystrokes later and the room was transformed into a jungle of obstacles, including a timed 'bash and slash'.
Basically, metal blocks slamming into each other, and a large blade swinging from the ceiling.
There were also several laser guns to avoid, and an intricate 'monkey bar' set. Only the bars at the park never had electric currents running through them.
Tate surveyed the room with her hands for a few minutes, working out a plan in advance. As an afterthought she asked, "Is there a time limit?"
Wolverines' voice sounded through the speakers, "Not on the first run. Be sure that the next ones will though."
Tate smiled, then took off running for the first challenge.
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"But why do *I* have to put the stupid tape on the windows??"
"Stop complaining and just do it!"
"Hah, your one to talk! You got the easy job! 'Dusting the artwork', as I recall."
"It's not like it's that hard of a job to just put a strip of tape on the windows!!"
"Yeah! Right! There's only like, a million and a half windows in the mansion!"
"You only need to put it on the areas that she's gonna be in, stupid!"
"And do you know what areas those just happen to be, Miss know-it-all?"
"Yeah, real simple, block-head! The womens' wing, the main hall way, the areas around the elevators, and the dinning room! She doesn't go anywhere else!"
"Oh, yeah? How do you know? They've only been here for three days!"
Jubilee smirked. "I asked Remy."
Bobby scoffed and stalked off, before he rounded the corner at the end of the hallway he called out over his shoulder at her, "Bet I finish before you do!"
With that, he took off running, his laughter echoing down the halls.
Jubilee clenched her fists at her sides and fought to keep her power in control.
~ One of these days, Bobby.... one of these days.... ~
Turning in a huff, she too ran down the hallway to start the dusting process. . .
Oh, did I mention? She and Bobby were 'doing time' for one of their pranks gone awry.
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The sound of a body crashing, full speed into a metal wall is _never_ pleasant.
Logan fell face down the floor the Danger Room. Catching himself with his arms just in time to keep his face from smashing into the ground. His claws slid back into his arms.
He looked up, breathing hard, to where Tate was still standing a good 50 feet away.
"Are we done yet? We've been in here for 3 hours already, and I'm about ready to eat the metal in this room."
"That all ya got to say? How'd ya do that?"
Tate sighed and fixed him with a look that if you could see her eyes would have been one of explaining something to a child -- or repeating it for the hundredth time.
"Practice."
"Oh yeah? Who ya practice on? Remy? He'd be dead by now if ya did."
Tate stood still, looked straight at him with her arms at her sides. I guess it isn't right to say she was looking at him. Her hands weren't facing him at all.
Logan had stood up and walked right up to her until they were no more than two feet apart. He feigned a grab at her, and she immediately stepped back. Her hands still weren't raised.
He closed the distance between them again. "I'll ask again, who do ya practice with? Who taught ya this stuff?" Tate remained silent. Logan stepped closer. "Ya ain't leavin' this room until I get an answer outta ya, one way or the other." Tate's face was twitching -- a sure sign that she was close to losing her temper. Although Logan had smelled her anger long before. One more push and she would boil over, lash out.
Only Logan had expected her to lash out at him, not the objects around them.
Tate left the Danger Room in a mess. Everything close by her was reduced to ragged ribbons.
When the security code didn't work on the key pad -- Logan had used his own -- she held her hand over it until the smoking wires melted from the subsonic frequencies.
The doors opened with a hiss and she stalked out.
Logan shook his head and followed a few minutes after, Bobby and Jubilee had been up to something the day before and would be in charge of cleaning up the Danger Room.
As he stepped into the elevator, he tried to figure out what he could about her. About what she said. Or didn't say, to be more accurate.
When he'd first saw them sparring together, they were mostly on the same level. Anyone would have gone on the assumption that Remy had taught Tate. Or they both learned from the same person.
But now Logan could see that wasn't true. Or if it was, it was only half the story. Tate showed a lot of street fighting moves. Nothing real formal -- or fair, in some cases.
She knew how to fight dirty, but added to that was the fact that she KNEW she was fighting dirty. She KNEW how to fight fair, but choose not to.
As Logan stepped out of the elevator on the upper floor on the mansion, he came the conclusion that anyone would have.
The street taught Tate how to fight, and Remy refined her.
This also brought Logan back to an observation he'd made a long time ago.
They weren't siblings. Anyone with heightened senses could have told you that. Had they been related by blood, their scents would be similar, plus, she didn't talk like Remy.
Remy grew up in New Orleans, he talked like a Cajun. Tate talked almost as well as Xavier did.
Nothing about her really made much sense. Logan decided to have a talk with Remy later.
As he headed towards the dinning room, a few of the students were still running around, getting last minute homework together. Scott beeped the horn on his car impatiently. Logan grinned. It was a wonder any of the kids ever got to school on time.
When he got to the dinning room, Tate was nowhere in sight. Although her scent still lingered in the room. She must have taken her breakfast to her room, he thought as he helped himself and ate.
_________________________ Today was different, though Tate still showed signs of hostility towards him. Her countenance all but dared him to ask again. He didn't. When she saw he wasn't going to, she relaxed a little. Not a lot, but a little.
They went through several different training courses that day; against each other, working together, solo.
Against each other, they were a good match. Working together took a little more work, but they managed.
He asked her about Remy. She seemed to be okay on that subject, but it didn't calm her down any. If anything she was more on alert than when he'd asked her about herself.
During one of their breaks, Logan suddenly switched subjects completely.
He asked her what she wanted to be.
She blinked at him.
"Remembered." She finally said. He asked her why. "My family didn't want me. They've done their best to forget about me."
"What about Remy? He's yer brother, ain't he?"
Tate shrugged. "That's different." Logan didn't push. Today had been mostly good, there was no reason to mess it up.
He checked the time. 9:37am. They'd been at it for more than three hours.
"Let's hit the showers and eat. We've done enough for today."
Tate nodded and picked up the gear. She suddenly looked very tired.
Logan rested a hand on her shoulder for a moment. The kid had had it rough, Remy seemed to be the only bright spot in her world.
She followed him out in silence. And later ate in silence. Logan didn't bother her. He knew what it was like to just want to be left alone by everything and everyone.
Later that day he thought he could make out the shape of something flying high above the mansion.
Whatever it was, it was too high for him to make out clearly.
He dismissed it. Probably just a bird. _____________________________
AN: Wow. I actually updated. ^_^;; I haven't been working. Haven't had anything to write! I almost had this chapter finished when I decided I didn't want a whole two parts the way I had them and I junked it. Took me a whole three days to re-write it. Add to that the fact that I was re-writing chapter one... ehh... long story short is I had a lot of distractions. R&R please!
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[1] Yat : The language of the ragin' Cajun. Slang: "Where Ya At?" (i.e. Texas-style "Howdy!" meaning: "How ya doing?")
Sorry for not putting that at the end of the last chapter..... *sigh* I guess I was just to excited that I actually FINISHED the durn thing that I forgot I even PUT a reference to Yat in there..... again, of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Soz people.
_ Stupid Mandatory Disclaimer: I own Tate aka Sight. I own the story line. I DON'T own the X-Men or any of the related characters. There. I'm done. _
AN: This chapter is really gonna focus in on Tate and Logan... maybe Remy as well.... I'm not sure on that one just yet. I seriously doubt the development of a romance fic here, but if ya want to see it that way... well... whatever floats your boat.....
______________________________Blind Rage________________________________
He knew she liked fighting him. He knew she didn't mind getting hurt, nor did she mind dealing out the hurt. He knew about all this 'outside' stuff... but he needed to know about the 'inside' stuff.
Logan also knew, that in order to get Tate to open up, HE would have to open up. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it.
Tate wasn't any more willing about the situation than Logan was, but still, she knew what was going to happen. Neither one wanted to admit it though.
Maybe they would just skip the 'talking' part today. It didn't work so well the last time. Not that he'd expected anything less though.
The first day they started early in the morning, before any of the other students were awakened for school. Yes, that Thursday had been.... well, interesting, to say the least.
Logan was at the Danger Room, leaning against the huge metal doors, suited up for all-out combat, and ready, as usual, before Tate arrived wearing biker shorts and a tank top.
"Ya really think ya gonna keep yer hide in one piece wearin' THAT?"
"Most people say 'Good morning', or 'Hello', when someone walks into a room."
"Yeah? I ain't most people."
"So I have noticed. Are we going to stand here and talk about manners all morning? I thought we were supposed to train together."
Logan grinned and keyed in the code to open the thick doors to the Danger Room.
"Nope, you're gonna to fight the room, and I'm gonna watch."
"Excuse me while I jump for joy."
Logan just shook his head and stood to the side to let Tate pass into what some of the students called the 'Death Trap' and 'Population Control'.
Bobby had even put up a vote for a "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" plaque over the doors.
"First, obstacle course. Real simple. Ya start here," He pointed to the area in front of him, "And go through a zig-zag pattern to get to the opposite end, where you'll climb the pole and remove the flag. After that, I'll set up courses based on yer skill level. Ready?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really."
"Then let the fun begin."
The doors slid closed with an echoing "clank" as Logan climbed the stairs to the control booth. A few keystrokes later and the room was transformed into a jungle of obstacles, including a timed 'bash and slash'.
Basically, metal blocks slamming into each other, and a large blade swinging from the ceiling.
There were also several laser guns to avoid, and an intricate 'monkey bar' set. Only the bars at the park never had electric currents running through them.
Tate surveyed the room with her hands for a few minutes, working out a plan in advance. As an afterthought she asked, "Is there a time limit?"
Wolverines' voice sounded through the speakers, "Not on the first run. Be sure that the next ones will though."
Tate smiled, then took off running for the first challenge.
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"But why do *I* have to put the stupid tape on the windows??"
"Stop complaining and just do it!"
"Hah, your one to talk! You got the easy job! 'Dusting the artwork', as I recall."
"It's not like it's that hard of a job to just put a strip of tape on the windows!!"
"Yeah! Right! There's only like, a million and a half windows in the mansion!"
"You only need to put it on the areas that she's gonna be in, stupid!"
"And do you know what areas those just happen to be, Miss know-it-all?"
"Yeah, real simple, block-head! The womens' wing, the main hall way, the areas around the elevators, and the dinning room! She doesn't go anywhere else!"
"Oh, yeah? How do you know? They've only been here for three days!"
Jubilee smirked. "I asked Remy."
Bobby scoffed and stalked off, before he rounded the corner at the end of the hallway he called out over his shoulder at her, "Bet I finish before you do!"
With that, he took off running, his laughter echoing down the halls.
Jubilee clenched her fists at her sides and fought to keep her power in control.
~ One of these days, Bobby.... one of these days.... ~
Turning in a huff, she too ran down the hallway to start the dusting process. . .
Oh, did I mention? She and Bobby were 'doing time' for one of their pranks gone awry.
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The sound of a body crashing, full speed into a metal wall is _never_ pleasant.
Logan fell face down the floor the Danger Room. Catching himself with his arms just in time to keep his face from smashing into the ground. His claws slid back into his arms.
He looked up, breathing hard, to where Tate was still standing a good 50 feet away.
"Are we done yet? We've been in here for 3 hours already, and I'm about ready to eat the metal in this room."
"That all ya got to say? How'd ya do that?"
Tate sighed and fixed him with a look that if you could see her eyes would have been one of explaining something to a child -- or repeating it for the hundredth time.
"Practice."
"Oh yeah? Who ya practice on? Remy? He'd be dead by now if ya did."
Tate stood still, looked straight at him with her arms at her sides. I guess it isn't right to say she was looking at him. Her hands weren't facing him at all.
Logan had stood up and walked right up to her until they were no more than two feet apart. He feigned a grab at her, and she immediately stepped back. Her hands still weren't raised.
He closed the distance between them again. "I'll ask again, who do ya practice with? Who taught ya this stuff?" Tate remained silent. Logan stepped closer. "Ya ain't leavin' this room until I get an answer outta ya, one way or the other." Tate's face was twitching -- a sure sign that she was close to losing her temper. Although Logan had smelled her anger long before. One more push and she would boil over, lash out.
Only Logan had expected her to lash out at him, not the objects around them.
Tate left the Danger Room in a mess. Everything close by her was reduced to ragged ribbons.
When the security code didn't work on the key pad -- Logan had used his own -- she held her hand over it until the smoking wires melted from the subsonic frequencies.
The doors opened with a hiss and she stalked out.
Logan shook his head and followed a few minutes after, Bobby and Jubilee had been up to something the day before and would be in charge of cleaning up the Danger Room.
As he stepped into the elevator, he tried to figure out what he could about her. About what she said. Or didn't say, to be more accurate.
When he'd first saw them sparring together, they were mostly on the same level. Anyone would have gone on the assumption that Remy had taught Tate. Or they both learned from the same person.
But now Logan could see that wasn't true. Or if it was, it was only half the story. Tate showed a lot of street fighting moves. Nothing real formal -- or fair, in some cases.
She knew how to fight dirty, but added to that was the fact that she KNEW she was fighting dirty. She KNEW how to fight fair, but choose not to.
As Logan stepped out of the elevator on the upper floor on the mansion, he came the conclusion that anyone would have.
The street taught Tate how to fight, and Remy refined her.
This also brought Logan back to an observation he'd made a long time ago.
They weren't siblings. Anyone with heightened senses could have told you that. Had they been related by blood, their scents would be similar, plus, she didn't talk like Remy.
Remy grew up in New Orleans, he talked like a Cajun. Tate talked almost as well as Xavier did.
Nothing about her really made much sense. Logan decided to have a talk with Remy later.
As he headed towards the dinning room, a few of the students were still running around, getting last minute homework together. Scott beeped the horn on his car impatiently. Logan grinned. It was a wonder any of the kids ever got to school on time.
When he got to the dinning room, Tate was nowhere in sight. Although her scent still lingered in the room. She must have taken her breakfast to her room, he thought as he helped himself and ate.
_________________________ Today was different, though Tate still showed signs of hostility towards him. Her countenance all but dared him to ask again. He didn't. When she saw he wasn't going to, she relaxed a little. Not a lot, but a little.
They went through several different training courses that day; against each other, working together, solo.
Against each other, they were a good match. Working together took a little more work, but they managed.
He asked her about Remy. She seemed to be okay on that subject, but it didn't calm her down any. If anything she was more on alert than when he'd asked her about herself.
During one of their breaks, Logan suddenly switched subjects completely.
He asked her what she wanted to be.
She blinked at him.
"Remembered." She finally said. He asked her why. "My family didn't want me. They've done their best to forget about me."
"What about Remy? He's yer brother, ain't he?"
Tate shrugged. "That's different." Logan didn't push. Today had been mostly good, there was no reason to mess it up.
He checked the time. 9:37am. They'd been at it for more than three hours.
"Let's hit the showers and eat. We've done enough for today."
Tate nodded and picked up the gear. She suddenly looked very tired.
Logan rested a hand on her shoulder for a moment. The kid had had it rough, Remy seemed to be the only bright spot in her world.
She followed him out in silence. And later ate in silence. Logan didn't bother her. He knew what it was like to just want to be left alone by everything and everyone.
Later that day he thought he could make out the shape of something flying high above the mansion.
Whatever it was, it was too high for him to make out clearly.
He dismissed it. Probably just a bird. _____________________________
AN: Wow. I actually updated. ^_^;; I haven't been working. Haven't had anything to write! I almost had this chapter finished when I decided I didn't want a whole two parts the way I had them and I junked it. Took me a whole three days to re-write it. Add to that the fact that I was re-writing chapter one... ehh... long story short is I had a lot of distractions. R&R please!
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