Nope don't own it, wish I did but I don't (I do own Darren)
Sorry it took so long, I thought I had posted this a wile ago but I guess I didn't sorry again.
Ch. 9
"Forty-five"
"Forty-six"
Darren counted under his breath as he pushed himself off the ground over and over, his coat was in the corner. It was around three in the after noon and he was in the training room, next to him was John he had black shorts with flames on the sides, his shirt was off and he was lifting weights.
"Want to see a movie tonight?"
John put the weights down and picked up a towel nearby.
"What movie?"
Darren stopped doing pushups and sat on the bench next to John, he took a drink and waited for John to reply.
"I don't know, how about Ladder 49?"
"You do know that firefighters but out fires, right?"
"Yes, but before they do the flames are awesome!"
"You need help, you know that right?"
"That's what they said back at the school."
"And they were right."
Darren grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"So when is the movie playing?"
"Six thirty."
Darren left and John picked his weights up and started lifting again.
Rogue was working on her gymnastics. She walked along the balancing beam with ease and dismounted with a back flip. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top. Some of her tattoo could be seen. Logan was in the observation deck watching her practice, Scott was behind him.
"She's getting better."
"I know."
"When school starts I'm thinking about putting her in a higher level training class."
"She'll like that."
Scott looked out the window as she took a break, he looked back to Logan and he looked angry.
"What is that on her back?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean."
"O that? It's nothing just a tattoo."
Scott's eye twitched in annoyance and Logan's lips twisted into a smirk.
"Just a tattoo? Why did you allow her to get a tattoo! Your suppose to be her guardian! That means taking care of her not taking her to bars and letting her get a tattoo!"
Logan lost his smirk and his face went cold.
"Are you saying I'm not doing a good job of taking care of her?"
"I'm saying you need to get your priorities in line, she's young and impressionable and she's turning into a younger version of you!"
Scott turned and left without another word leaving Logan alone. He looked down on Rogue and watched her get back on the balancing beam, Scott words running threw his head. He pushed the intercom button.
"That's enough for today kid, hit the showers."
She flipped off the beam and headed towards the door. He headed to the kitchen and found Storm sipping tea.
"Hello Logan, how is Rogues training coming?"
She took another sip and weighted for a reply.
"It's going good, when school starts up soon she'll be at the top of her training class."
"That's nice, but I'm more interested in her academics."
Logan let out a small laugh and grabbed a soda out of the fridge.
"With school starting up I can use hours in the Danger Room as leverage to keep her grades up."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Rogue was in the door way leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, her shorts had been replaced with jeans and a long sleeved jacked was zipped up over her tank-top, she also had a pair of gloves on.
"Try me kid."
She stuck her tongue out at him and sat next to Storm.
"You wouldn't let him do that, would you?"
"That's between you and Logan dear, after all he is your guardian."
She was about to respond when a smell caught her noise, it was Cajun, Logan could smell it to. She jumped out of her seat and ran to the door, it was locked and without thinking she jumped out the open window into the bush. She popped her head up and hissed.
"I was never here."
Before sprinting off towards the garage. Moments after her escape Remy came waltzing in.
"Hello Remy."
"Ello cher, how be you?"
He sat down in the chair Rogue had been sitting in and looked around.
"What you looking for Gumbo?"
"Remy thought Remy heard Rogue in here, but Remy's thinking he be wrong."
Before Storm could reply Logan spoke.
"Haven't seen her since training a little wile ago in the Danger Room."
Remy shrugged his shoulders.
"O' well."
He left the kitchen and headed for the living room.
MEANWHILE-
Rogue had made it to the garage and sat against the door listening for anyone, after a little wile she walked towards the back window and looked out towards the woods. She let out a sigh and opened the window letting some air along with the woodsy sent she loved so much.
She fingered her dog tags and a smile crept on her lips, Logan's birthday (or what he thought was his birthday, he couldn't remember his real one) was coming up and she wanted to get him something good. But the question was what? She unzipped her jacket and pulled off her gloves. Before sliding under her bike and started working. Her bare arms hit the cold ground and she got oil stains on her tank top but she didn't care, her mind was off thinking about what to get the man she looked at as a father for his birthday.
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