Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. Marvel does.
There's a major easter egg to the original version of this fic in here. Enjoy.
Chapter five: Xavier's choice.
It'd been exactly one week since Logan had shown up. Now with two former members of the "Weapon X" project, Xavier had a handful just keeping the two from killing each other.
On missions, they were the most efficient. Sabertooth could complete an objective in a half an hour with casualties, Logan could do that same mission in fifteen and not get caught.
In danger room sessions, they were both destructive, but Logan had two advantages that Victor didn't. He was smaller and less likely to be caught, and he didn't enjoy killing as much.
"What are you going to do?" Hank asked, looking at Xavier.
Xavier sighed. "I'm not sure.... Yesterday, Kurt pulled a prank on Logan. Logan got defensive, but he knew Kurt wasn't a threat." He looked at Hank.
"And Creed?"
He shook his head. "Those two have been attacking each other everytime they're in the same room. Creed is already a threat to the other students, but with Logan here..."
Hank raised an eyebrow. "One of them has to leave."
Xavier nodded. "Yes.. But which? Victor was here first, but he's a threat to the students."
"You know he's the one who has to leave, Charles." Ororo said, peering up at him.
"Yes. He's too ready to kill. But we can't have someone like that. The moment we kill is the moment that the anti-mutant protestors are correct." He steepled his hands.
"Did you ever find out why Logan and Victor hate each other so much?" Ororo asked again.
"No." He said, sighing. He was exhausted. "Only that Victor killed someone very close to Logan. Another weapon X member named 'Silver fox'. Creed despises Logan, because he was the one to go through the adamantium bonding process."
Hank shifted his glasses slowly. "Hrm.." He glanced at his watch. "We should tell them before they get into another fight."
Xavier nodded slowly. He knew that whichever one he told to leave would probably be recruited by Magneto. "Alright.." He pressed a hand to his temple, shutting his eyes. Victor.... I'm sorry.
The Morning after.
Sabertooth had left a half an hour after trashing his room, the rooms next to it, and most of the things in the garage.
That morning, Logan had woken up early. He got dressed and went to the door, grabbing the handle and sniffing the air.
He's gone.
Logan smirked a bit. "So Chuck had T'choose, Hm?" He turned the handle and walked out of his room.
He was wearing his normal outfit, jeans, wifebeater, flannel shirt. Since it was about an hour before anyone else would be up, he headed for the danger room.
Hank had shown him how to use it, and he had been in there more often than almost any of the other students.
He had barely reached the hour mark when he got pegged by a particularly powerful laser. The simulation shut down, and with a growl, he pulled himself into a standing position.
"Sonofa..." He muttered, his body aching. It was a good ache, though. He hadn't had this much exercise in a long time.
He headed out of the danger room, going to the elevator and hitting the call button. The door opened, Logan stopped abruptly, seeing the uniformed redhead on the other side of the door.
Grumbling slightly, he glanced away. "Mornin'." Was all he muttered as he passed her.
"...." She looked at him, but said nothing. As the door closed, he noticed that she had seemed surprised.
'Prolly surprised that I didn't kill her. He thought, leaning his head against the wall. The door opened, and he walked out.
Walking down the now trashed hallway, he could hear some voices from the kitchen. Sure, his clothing was torn, and he didn't quite look happy, but maybe that'd prevent anyone from saying anything to him.
He stepped in, walking to the fridge. Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue were at the table talking to each other and laughing. Everything went silent when Logan walked past them.
He frowned a bit as he opened the door. "Y'know. I'm not gonna attack Y'fer talkin'." He said, leaning in and grabbing a can of soda.
"We weren't thinking that, right guys?" Kitty asked nervously, looking at them.
"Don't bullshit me, darlin'." He said. Straightening up. Kitty went pale.
BAMF! Kurt appeared on top of the refridgerator, peering down at Logan. "Guten morgen!"
SNIKT!
The sound of the claws coming out caused Kurt to freeze. Kitty and Rogue both bolted upright.
"KURT!"
It wasn't clear about which one shouted his name, hell, maybe both of them did. Kurt was too scared to notice.
SLICE!
Kurt shut his eyes, shaking slightly. The sound of someone gulping and his own heartbeat were the only things he could hear.
He opened his eyes, focusing in on the one claw Logan had out. Logan lowered the can of soda, wiping his mouth. The top of the can had been cut clean off.
"Mornin'." Was all he said, the claw retracted. He grabbed a second can and tossed it to Kurt. "Fer someone with blue skin, Y'sure as hell look pale."
Kurt caught the can, blinking. Soon he burst out into a wide grin. "ZHAT VAS ZO COOL!"
He jumped off the fridge and landed by Logan, who closed the door. Kitty and Rogue tried to stop their hearts from bursting out of their chests. "Y'want T'warn us next tahme ya do that?" Rogue said, glowering at him.
Logan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Next time I come in T'get a soda?" He flicked the top of the can onto the table. "Deal."
Kitty stopped her from hauling off and hitting Logan. Kurt was still grinning. "Er... Could you..?" He asked, holding the can out.
Logan smirked slightly. He popped the claw out again and cut the can open. "Zhanks." Kurt said, laughing a bit.
"No problem." Logan replied.
"..." Kitty blinked. "Listen. I'm sorry that we like, alienated you and everything. But what were the supposed to do? You're freaky!"
Logan tilted his head, "Hrm.." He finished the soda. "Good T'know."
"I'm Kurt Vagner." The blue one said, looking at Logan. "Zhose two are Kitty and Rogue."
Logan nodded slowly. "Nice T'meetcha." He glanced at all of them. Distinct scents, that would make it easy if he ever had to track them. Especially the white faced one, she smelled like nine pounds of makeup.
A though struck him. You're a loner. Have been and always will be. Weren't you in a cozy lil' situation like this before they got you?
His expression clouded. Damn.
The end.
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Okay... Shtuff will start happening. Sorry it took me so long, but I was kinda busy.
There's a major easter egg to the original version of this fic in here. Enjoy.
Chapter five: Xavier's choice.
It'd been exactly one week since Logan had shown up. Now with two former members of the "Weapon X" project, Xavier had a handful just keeping the two from killing each other.
On missions, they were the most efficient. Sabertooth could complete an objective in a half an hour with casualties, Logan could do that same mission in fifteen and not get caught.
In danger room sessions, they were both destructive, but Logan had two advantages that Victor didn't. He was smaller and less likely to be caught, and he didn't enjoy killing as much.
"What are you going to do?" Hank asked, looking at Xavier.
Xavier sighed. "I'm not sure.... Yesterday, Kurt pulled a prank on Logan. Logan got defensive, but he knew Kurt wasn't a threat." He looked at Hank.
"And Creed?"
He shook his head. "Those two have been attacking each other everytime they're in the same room. Creed is already a threat to the other students, but with Logan here..."
Hank raised an eyebrow. "One of them has to leave."
Xavier nodded. "Yes.. But which? Victor was here first, but he's a threat to the students."
"You know he's the one who has to leave, Charles." Ororo said, peering up at him.
"Yes. He's too ready to kill. But we can't have someone like that. The moment we kill is the moment that the anti-mutant protestors are correct." He steepled his hands.
"Did you ever find out why Logan and Victor hate each other so much?" Ororo asked again.
"No." He said, sighing. He was exhausted. "Only that Victor killed someone very close to Logan. Another weapon X member named 'Silver fox'. Creed despises Logan, because he was the one to go through the adamantium bonding process."
Hank shifted his glasses slowly. "Hrm.." He glanced at his watch. "We should tell them before they get into another fight."
Xavier nodded slowly. He knew that whichever one he told to leave would probably be recruited by Magneto. "Alright.." He pressed a hand to his temple, shutting his eyes. Victor.... I'm sorry.
The Morning after.
Sabertooth had left a half an hour after trashing his room, the rooms next to it, and most of the things in the garage.
That morning, Logan had woken up early. He got dressed and went to the door, grabbing the handle and sniffing the air.
He's gone.
Logan smirked a bit. "So Chuck had T'choose, Hm?" He turned the handle and walked out of his room.
He was wearing his normal outfit, jeans, wifebeater, flannel shirt. Since it was about an hour before anyone else would be up, he headed for the danger room.
Hank had shown him how to use it, and he had been in there more often than almost any of the other students.
He had barely reached the hour mark when he got pegged by a particularly powerful laser. The simulation shut down, and with a growl, he pulled himself into a standing position.
"Sonofa..." He muttered, his body aching. It was a good ache, though. He hadn't had this much exercise in a long time.
He headed out of the danger room, going to the elevator and hitting the call button. The door opened, Logan stopped abruptly, seeing the uniformed redhead on the other side of the door.
Grumbling slightly, he glanced away. "Mornin'." Was all he muttered as he passed her.
"...." She looked at him, but said nothing. As the door closed, he noticed that she had seemed surprised.
'Prolly surprised that I didn't kill her. He thought, leaning his head against the wall. The door opened, and he walked out.
Walking down the now trashed hallway, he could hear some voices from the kitchen. Sure, his clothing was torn, and he didn't quite look happy, but maybe that'd prevent anyone from saying anything to him.
He stepped in, walking to the fridge. Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue were at the table talking to each other and laughing. Everything went silent when Logan walked past them.
He frowned a bit as he opened the door. "Y'know. I'm not gonna attack Y'fer talkin'." He said, leaning in and grabbing a can of soda.
"We weren't thinking that, right guys?" Kitty asked nervously, looking at them.
"Don't bullshit me, darlin'." He said. Straightening up. Kitty went pale.
BAMF! Kurt appeared on top of the refridgerator, peering down at Logan. "Guten morgen!"
SNIKT!
The sound of the claws coming out caused Kurt to freeze. Kitty and Rogue both bolted upright.
"KURT!"
It wasn't clear about which one shouted his name, hell, maybe both of them did. Kurt was too scared to notice.
SLICE!
Kurt shut his eyes, shaking slightly. The sound of someone gulping and his own heartbeat were the only things he could hear.
He opened his eyes, focusing in on the one claw Logan had out. Logan lowered the can of soda, wiping his mouth. The top of the can had been cut clean off.
"Mornin'." Was all he said, the claw retracted. He grabbed a second can and tossed it to Kurt. "Fer someone with blue skin, Y'sure as hell look pale."
Kurt caught the can, blinking. Soon he burst out into a wide grin. "ZHAT VAS ZO COOL!"
He jumped off the fridge and landed by Logan, who closed the door. Kitty and Rogue tried to stop their hearts from bursting out of their chests. "Y'want T'warn us next tahme ya do that?" Rogue said, glowering at him.
Logan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Next time I come in T'get a soda?" He flicked the top of the can onto the table. "Deal."
Kitty stopped her from hauling off and hitting Logan. Kurt was still grinning. "Er... Could you..?" He asked, holding the can out.
Logan smirked slightly. He popped the claw out again and cut the can open. "Zhanks." Kurt said, laughing a bit.
"No problem." Logan replied.
"..." Kitty blinked. "Listen. I'm sorry that we like, alienated you and everything. But what were the supposed to do? You're freaky!"
Logan tilted his head, "Hrm.." He finished the soda. "Good T'know."
"I'm Kurt Vagner." The blue one said, looking at Logan. "Zhose two are Kitty and Rogue."
Logan nodded slowly. "Nice T'meetcha." He glanced at all of them. Distinct scents, that would make it easy if he ever had to track them. Especially the white faced one, she smelled like nine pounds of makeup.
A though struck him. You're a loner. Have been and always will be. Weren't you in a cozy lil' situation like this before they got you?
His expression clouded. Damn.
The end.
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Okay... Shtuff will start happening. Sorry it took me so long, but I was kinda busy.