Sorry it took so long, I don't own anything and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes
Ch.10 - visitors.
Rogue had Storm drive her into town two days later, the two were currently window shopping.
"What about that?"
Storm pointed towards a leather jacked hanging in the stores window.
"Naw, he loves the jacket he has now too much to…"
She trailed off when something caught her eye further back in the store.
"Yes Rogue?"
"Come on!"
She grabbed Storms wrist and pulled her into the store and then headed for the helmet rack.
"Hay Rogue, how's Logan doing?"
The man behind the counter waved at them, he was about 6ft had a long beard and was bald, tattoos covered his arms and neck and he had his ear pierced.
"Hay Jake, he's doing good. Ah'm hear looking for a present for his birthday actually."
"Really? Well holler if you need any help."
She nodded back and turned her sights back to the helmets, on the third shelf second from the left was a black helmet. It had a picture of a wolverine on both sides, the wolverine was beautifully done and its eyes looked as if they could see into her soul.
"This is it."
She picked the helmet up and examined it closer.
"Yes, this is the one."
"Are you sure dear?"
"Yea, Ah can tell."
She walked to the counter and handed the helmet to Jake.
"Will this be all Rogue?"
"Yea."
He rang it up and she handed him the money.
"I hope he likes it."
"Me too Jake."
They left the store and headed back for the mansion, once there Rogue snuck the helmet to her room and wrapped it. Now all she had to do was wait until tonight.
Darren sat in a tree watching the mansion. His eyes were searching for Rogue and he found her heading for the garage. He smirked and jumped threw the trees towards the smaller building.
Rogue shut the door and locked it. The Cajun had been bothering her more often now he new that if she wasn't in the danger room or with Logan she was in the garage, though she wasn't sure how he new (cough-Bobby-cough). She took off her jacket and gloves before picking her wrench up and getting to work on her bike. She almost didn't hear Darren sneak behind her, he was about to grab her when she calmly said.
"Make yourself useful and hand me the screwdriver."
He huffed in fake annoyance and handed her the tool.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You think I couldn't smell you?"
He jumped up and sat on the work bench and watched her work.
"So, how have ya been?"
"Good, couple missions, hiding John's lighters, your know how it is being a terrorist's son."
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
She wiped the oil off her hands and put her tools away. She pulled her gloves on and hopped up to sit next to him. He leaned back against the wall and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"How about you?"
"Training, hiding from the Cajun, getting a tattoo, you know how is being Wolverines daughter."
"O' that's good … wait a minuet, a tattoo?"
She pulled her shit down in the back enough for him to see her tattoo.
"Nice."
They stayed in silence for a few moments then Darren's ears twitched and he sat straight up.
"What's wrong?"
He jumped off the bench and headed for the window he had come in, he paused and ran back to her.
"You might want to see this."
He handed her a video tape and kissed her on the cheek quickly and then jumped out the window and made a mad dash threw the woods like the devil was chasing him. She walked over to the window and wondered what had gotten into him, a knocking at the door and Logan's voice answered her question.
"Stripe's you in there?"
"Yea."
She unlocked and opened the door for him and went to grab her jacket. Logan sniffed around and could tell Darren had been there.
"What was he doing here?"
"He was just giving me this."
She picked the tape up and headed for the door he was currently leaning against.
"What is it?"
"Come on, your birthday party is starting in an hour, you need to clean up a little."
He flipped the lights off and followed her to the mansion.
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