DISCLAIMER: I don't own shit but the girl. And BTW I know it's been 5 months since an update, I've been really MF busy you wouldn't BELIEVE! Thanks for the reviews here's chapter 2
Jean opened the door and asked the girl where the nearest hotel was.
"You're better off coming home with us." She said back mentally.
"Hey dad? This woman seems like she needs a place to stay for the night. Do you mind? She's harmless I can assure you that."
"I don't mind." Her dad opened his door and signaled the girl to get up.
"But I'm driving."
"I hate it when he does that." She thought to Jean. She smiled.
"I really appreciate this, I'm gonna call Scott to let him know I'm alive." Jean smiled and went to the payphone. It rang a few times, finally someone picked up, it was Marie.
"Xavier's school for the gifted, this is student Marie speaking, how may I help you?" She sounded so formal.
"Marie, you're not gonna believe this. This is Jean, I'm alive. I'm about 80 miles north-west of Alkali Lake." Jean said. She heard a loud scream from the other side.
"OH MY GOD JEAN!" Marie's voice was shaking; Jean could tell she was crying from joy. Marie told someone to have Charles pick up the phone.
"Hello." Charles answered.
"It's Jean." Jean said.
"Where are you staying because we won't be able to get to you until tomorrow morning?" Charles said.
"Umm, hang on." Jean put her hand over the receiver of the phone.
"What's you're names?" Jean called to the man and girl.
"I'm Abigail Rencarus, and this is my dad, William Rencarus." The girl responded.
"The Rencarus's about 80 miles north-east of alkali lake." Jean answered.
"See you in the morning." Charles hung up.
Jean returned to the car.
"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Jean Gray." She extended her hands over the seat to both William and Abigail.
"Hi." Said Abigail.
Logan took a sharp turn and pulled into a bar. He took the key and stalked through the front door straight to the bar.
"Whiskey." He put his money down. A woman caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. She looked like Lady Deathstrike he thought.
"I'm losin' it" He said picking up the glass of liquor and gulping it down. He tapped the table to signify that he wanted another one. He listened to the music blaring from the back. A band with a female front singer was playing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day. He listened to her voice. She didn't sound anything like Billy Joel, but she still sounded good. Her black hair cascaded down her back and her black fishnet shirt went under her tank top. Her black pants had chains and zippers all over them. She was sitting on a stool and playing the song herself. Her band must have been on break.
Logan didn't know why, but he was mesmerized by this girl. She had to be around Marie's age, but she was amazingly beautiful. He turned back to the bar and drank his second whiskey. There was something familiar about her. The song ended and she got off stage and walked straight to the bar. She sat next to him. Sure enough she had a stamp on her hand that said under 21.
"Pepsi please." She looked at Logan and he could instantly smell her arousal. It was the animal in him, it was faint, but he could still tell. He also sensed fear from her. He didn't blame her, after all a bunch of drunken older men wasn't exactly his preference either.
"Hi." He said finally turning to her. He usually wasn't the type to initiate conversation but she seemed so familiar.
"Hello." She answered back. She took a drink of her Pepsi and looked at him. She had ice blue eyes.
"I'm Logan." He extended his hand to her.
"Alexia." She took his hand and smiled at him.
"You're really good." He said. "God I sound like a dork." He thought. She smiled.
"Thank you." She winked. "God, am I flirting? I'm flirting how old is he? This could be bad, but he's SO cute." She thought.
"How old are you?" Logan asked.
"You first."
"Lady's first."
"20, and you?"
"Way older than you." He called the bartender over.
"Anything she wants, it's on me." He said and nodded to Alexia.
"That's very kind of you, but I'm with the band, I get free drinks." She said pointing to her tank top. Logan laughed.
"For once, that shirt has some truth." He said.
"You seem so familiar." Alexia smiled.
"So do you. Maybe I've met one of your friends or something." Logan stated.
"You're the famous Wolverine aren't you?" she asked, she leaned forward and stared into his eyes.
"You guessed right."
"That's how we know each other. My sister was one of Striker's group, just like you were a while ago." She said, taking another drink.
"How do you know this?"
"Because, I was there too." She looked at him before being called back to the stage.
"She would have just been a kid, how could she have?" He thought.