Summary: The Romy will begin! It took sometime and I'm pretty sure noones intreasted anymore, but oh well! I don't care if I don't get this off of my head I will never be able to destroy the world in peace... I mean. I would never destroy the world... looks around to see who heard her... Yeah I'm gonna go away now.
Disclamier. Me no owner. You no sue? Capisce?
Chapter four: i already know
Pain surged through her body. Twisting her body in such a way, arching her back and her legs stretched almost to an immpossible positon.
" Hey Kid, don' hurt yourself."
" Worry, ' bout yourself old man. Ya shouldn' be doin' this suga. You migh' get hurt."
Their bodies responded to each other rythmically, their grunts pulsating in through the room. Moving with such passion from one side to the other.
Rogue pushed a shirtless Logan against the wall, he tripped and fell recovering by pulling Rogue down as well,he rolled on top of her. Rogue responded by kneeing him in the stomach he rolled off quickly in pain, she shot up and stood over him in a fighting stance. Sweat dripping from her forehead, she pushed back a strand of white hair.
" Thats it!" Logan jumped up and extended his claws, " This is for my wallet!"
He rasied his claws in a savage manner and with a small twisted smile on his brutal lips. At almost lightening speed he attacked, but missesd as Rogue had a mini- logan in her head telling her to dodge.
He growled in anger as his claw rammed into the silver gray wall, in response Rogue stuck her tongue out in the most respectful way anyone could to their mentor-slash-father-figure.
( A/n bet you thought they were doing something naughty before... Dirty dirty.)
At this point Storm chose to enter and announce that Scott had woken from his stupor and that Rogue had a research paper due in a week. Rogue made a point of telling Logan, once Storm was out of hearing reach that she had planned to buy it off the internet off of one of her many on-line friends. Logan gave a slight chuckle and threw a bottle of water at her. She caught it in one hand.
" I've trained you well.," Logan said smugly.
Rogue rolled her eyes and snapped a towel at him, he dodged it with ease. This only brought a wider girn to his face.
" Later Ol' Man.," she waved him off and left the room.
Logan sighed watching her leave, a sad look came over his face suddenly. Slightly shaken, Logan went to find the hungover Scott.
( Remy in a NY Airport )
Remy flicked the red-brown hair out of his face. He faintly recalled the last time he was in New York he had stopped in at the Xavier mansion to see Stormy, he never did met her face to face. He only watched her. Missing his partner, wanting to speak to her, but the imprint of the memmory of their last moments together lingered far too long like bad perfume.
Remy stepped off the plane waving good-bye to the young woman who had recently joined the infamous branch of Remy's mile-high club. She blushed in an almost virginal way, Remy found this quite amusing and tried to soten a very unmannly giggle.
Perhaps today, he would make amends for ruinning his "sister"'s happiness. Or maybe he'd just spy some more and see the petite fille with the dark hair, he saw a little over two years ago. But that wasn't hte important thing really, now was it.
No. Get Sandy. Thats whats important before Bolt finds the little deviant.
( At Wilson Public elementry School)
Ben went out for another day of recess this time with no one.Before the events on the bus after his grandmother's death, he would have probably had another girlfriend by now. The edge of Len's mind however told him that there was no point. Not at this time. So following a careful path of already made mistakes, Ben tread carefully.'
Now out in the sun the edge of autumn was springing on them fast, he felt a surge run a course through his veins. Excitment broke out in his eyes.Spraks of blueish green energy sprinted through his brown eyes. If anyone had looked in to his eyes they would have seen the moment of almost take over. The link of Len left in his brain and bleeding black and orange men and rain and a pair or sticks and a faire man-woman. The flash ended eruptly however.
For the actual owner of said look and mischieve was sitting under the Tree of Story. The too "too" man was sitting there. Flipping open and close a silver lighterin the shape of a penguin.
The students of Wilson kept their distance, seeing him as a big kid. A big bad kid. However Ben walked toward him, a bounce in his step. He reached the Tree of Story and crouched next to him.
" miss me?"
" No"
Len smiled down at him. " smart ass." He ruffled his hair. " How are things?"
Ben shrugged," diffrent. I guess." he reached over and took the lighter away from him. " amazing. Its so cold on the outside but it holds so much heat."
Len smiled again. " You sound old... Diffrent how?"
" I don't wonder anymore."
" Sorry to hear that."
" Why?"
Len took out a cig and held it up for Ben to light."Please."
" Why's it bad?"
Len didn't answer. He didn't need to. Ben knew it already. How was to grow into himself, if in his mind he had a n adult and more reading his subconciense mind. Prediciting and knowing the next step of every move to be made in his life. what was the point really, then, of continuing the cherade of life if it was already there laid out in front him. Even so, Ben couldn't help therozing that it was good in some ways. To be able to repeat the same life but with more stratigic and sense then Len had had at his age.
Len puffed away. Guilt edged into his face.
" I have no regrets," Ben spoke at last.
" Good. It'll stay there forever now.You know that?"
" Little Blue? I don't mind the compnay."
" good."
" Your a mutant." A fact not a question.
" Yes."
" When will it show up in me?"
" I don't know."
He shrugged, " It'll be ok."
" how do you know, kid?"
" Cause. I already know what to do."
till next time.
