Agent-G: I felt like doing a radical character change, so that's where Sharon came from. Originally, I wanted to put her into Mutant Underground, but she just didn't fit in there. I hope this chapter lives up to expectations.

Supergirlhv: let's hope it stays interesting.

Richard-Raven-Croft: I was planning on making it funny

ldypebsaby: well, considering Sharon isn't that good with people either, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we? She can be very stubborn, just read this chapter.

Decissions made

She hated dogs, absolutely, unmistakably hated dogs, big dogs, small dogs. She hated them, ofcourse it could also be an intense fear, but if you mentioned that, I wouldn't count on getting out of that one in one piece.

At the moment, Sharon was facing the one thing she would back into a wall for and, lucky her, there was no wall to back in to, which left her going slowly backwards.

"Shoo! Shoo! Scram stupid mutt!" Sharon slowly inched backwards from the dog in front of her, "I'm supposed to go in that direction. You're welcome to chase me to New York, I'd get there faster."

Ofcourse, that didn't work. It only seemed to agrevate the dog even more, as it barked and growled even louder at her.

"Allright, I didn't mean the 'stupid mutt' part!" Sharon jumped back a few paces at the barking. O, she hated dogs, she hated dog owners but right now, she hated this dog. Hate was easier to deal with then fear. Much easier.

"Allright, now's as good a time as any," Sharon suddenly said out loud and glared at the dog, willing her power to work. For the first moment, nothing happened, but then, ever so slowly, the feeling returned, as if strings came from her and attached the dog. Her brows knitted together as she focused even more. Very slowly, more 'strings' formed and Sharon tried 'tugging' at them mentally, the dog's ear slightly twitched at that, and his tail made a circular motion, surprising th dog just as much as Sharon.

"Come on ya stupid mutt. I made a freakin' computer tap dance, so I should at least get you to scram," Sharon growled. After several more tries, Sharon lost track after she finally got the dog to actually move a step back, she heard a voice.

"Where are ya headed?" she heard the gruff voice ask.

"None of your business," she said coldly, her right eyebrow nearly disappearing into her hairline as she saw the dog take off.

'O-kay,' she thought, 'if I could do that, I'd be happy for the rest of my life.'

She slowly turned around to come face to face with a hairy man who looked like he had rather be any place but there.

"You're a mutant," the man stated suddenly.

"Yeah? What gave me away? Do I have some kind of freakin' sign on my back that says 'I'm a mutant, kick me'? No, I didn't think so," she snorted and began turn around, only stopped when she saw a knife. Now that would usually throw her into another sneering match, but the fact that it came straight out of the back of the man's hand got a whole other response, "I'll be damned."

So the guy was a mutant too? Why was he bothering her? Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yay," she said sarcastically, "you're one too. Let's go throw a party."

"Now you listen," the man growled, giving of the implication that he was just as bad as dealing with other people as Sharon, or even worse.

"No, I don't. I don't have to listen," Sharon quipped and turned around, intend on starting to walk away from the man.

Who did he think he was? Telling her to listen to him like he knew what was best for her (A/N: ooo, she's a regular charming teenager, ain't she?).

"Look," Sharon could hear in his voices he was about to lose his temper.

'O goody,' she thought sarcastically, 'let's see how far I can go before he leaves me alone.'

"I'm lookin' but I don't see nothin' except a man who needs a shave. Badly," she glanced back at him, smirking when she heard that she earned a growl.

"Ya ran away from home, have no place ta go, I'd suggest ya'd listen," he all but snarled, "I know a school for people with gifts."

"For freaks, ya mean, thanks but no thanks. Look," she glared at him, "I don't need you, or anyone and I certainly don't need some happy little school..."

"We have enough resources ta help ya fine yer dad," he cut into her little rant.

"Where... on the other hand," the short statement got her attention, "how exactly are ya gonna help me find my dad? 'Cause as far as I got is about two steps back from where I started."

She crossed her arms and shifted her stance unconciously, ready to bolt the very minute hairy guy standing in front of her made a wrong move. She could fight, but a guy with at least one knife? In his hand? No way. She had this weird thing about actually liking the fact that she was alive.

"Professor Xavier has contacts," the man shrugged.

"And give the man a price for being specific!" Sharon shouted out, obviously relishing in the fact she got Logan's left eyebrow to twitch, "professor Xavier, ya said?"

Sharon raised an eyebrow while sorting through her memories trying to figure out why it sounded so important, suddenly she had it: her father had talked about him, and he hadn't sounded too fond of the man.

- = Flashback = -

It was about two years ago, middle of the night when Sharon's father had reached their house, Sharon had been in her room, in bed, not asleep. She could never sleep when her dad was away. She could hear him opening the door, two people walked in, later, Sharon knew that the other was also a man. That was when it began. Her father had not been happy to begin with, talking on an angry, hushed tone, but his voice became louder and louder, with the other trying to urge him to keep quiet.

"I don't give a damn 'bout them mutants, they're human too an' with every right to be alive, but if they even think they're gonna tell me what to do just 'cause mutants are involved, they have another thing coming!" her father was interrupted by another voice, talking softer. Sharon couldn't make out what it was the other was saying.

She was confused: what were mutants? Why was her father so angry with them telling him what to do?

"I don't freakin' care. They're whole attitude just rubs me the wrong way. Baldy... yeah... Xavier, what is he doin' teachin' kids to fight? Yeah, I know I teach Sharon too, but that's selfdefence, that guy's got a private army. That's mighty unsettling when ya consider what these kids can do," the kitchen door opened and closed, taking the conversation out of Sharon's hearing distance.

She turned onto her back, a frown forming on her face in the dark, pondering why her father was so upset, but not really knowing what he was talking about didn't help her.

- = End Flashback = -

"Not comin'," Sharon flipped back to the present. She could see a bit of surprise and suspicion on the man's face.

"Hafta see if I can do it on my own first," she looked at him. It was partially the reason. Bullying someone in hacking for her was something entirely different then living at that 'school'.

"Then where are ya headin'? I'll give ya a lift, so you won't run inta dogs anymore," he smirked.

"Jerk," Sharon swore at him.

"No, Logan, where are ya headed?"

"New York," Sharon shrugged, a lift would be nice.

Indeed, the lift was nice, she got to New York a hell of a lot faster.

"Thanks fer the lift, Logan," she thanked him, it was a bit odd, thanking someone for something she hadn't wanted in the first place.

"Here, call this number if ya get into trouble, an' take this," Logan handed her a card with the number of the mansion on it and some money.

Sharon was no fool, and she knew very well that she wouldn't get a fake ID, that was any good, for her ten bucks. So she took it, but this time, didn't thank him and she walked away.

- = Later, at the Mansion = -

"She didn't want to come?" Ororo asked as she saw that Logan got back without a passenger.

"Funny thing, when she heard Chuck invited 'r, she refused. Before, an' after I told 'r we could help 'r find 'r dad, she seemed interested," Logan shrugged, "she's got the number of the mansion."

"That's odd," Ororo mused, "and here I was thinking the child's reason for not coming here would be your... charming... personality."

"Hey!"

Next chapter: Sharon runs into a bit of trouble.