Well, here is chapter 10, wow ten chapters already...that's a record for me.
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New York
The black sky held no stars, no planets, no distinguishing features, and not even a cloud in sight. Only a sliver of the moon gave off what little light it could to the sky. It was dark, cold, and very unwelcoming, so unlike home. "Why tonight of all nights did my brain decide to not to not want to fall asleep." Clark Kent thought to him self as he stood beside the window in his room looking outside, not like there was much to look at. He had been at the school for a few weeks now, and just now he was getting homesick. He hadn't been homesick before.... It was very confusing. Clark moved away from the window, got back in bed and waited for sleep to come...it didn't.
His thoughts roamed a little as he waited for sleep to come. He thought about the classes, they were almost the same as they were in Smallville. He thought about everyone here, they all had their differences and yet they were all the same, they were all unique. Some more unique then others, but no one cared here. Most of all on his thoughts were Rouge. She was perfect, she cared for him, she listened to what he said, and she made him feel at ease with him self. Like what Lana had said once that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't feel like that anymore, with Rouge, she knew his secret, and she was ok with it, and he was ok with hers.
Clark was fed up; sleep just wouldn't come, he was thinking too much so he headed down to the kitchen to get a snack or something. The halls were quiet; everyone was asleep, which was to be expected it was almost midnight after all. Light came into his eyes as he came near the kitchen, why would anyone be up now, Clark thought, ok so I'm up...but I don't count...do I. I really am getting a little weird if I can't stop talking to myself. Clark entered the kitchen he wasn't alone.
In the kitchen a tall, well built man stood drinking a beer, eating chips and watching some late night TV show. Logan/Wolverine, the one teacher Clark hadn't had, he knew however to not mess with him, and that he was very protective of Rouge. Rouge had talked about him like he was an older brother, someone who looked after her. Clark took a deep breath and went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk, he was about to take a drink when he was interrupted.
"Get a glass," Logan said, Clark wasn't one to argue with a teacher especially one who probably had the only chance of ever beating him up.
"Yah sure, you sound like my mother you know." Clark commented the last part under his breath.
"What did you say," Logan asked turning to see who it actually was in the kitchen for the first time. "Oh, its you, well make yourself at home, but do use a glass or Ororo will think I was the one who drank out of the carton and kill me." Logan said and turned back to watching the TV and drinking his beer. He had a bad feeling about that kid; it was like he attracted trouble. Logan didn't know him real well, but he could just tell these things about some people. Plus he was hanging out a lot with Rouge. Logan mentally made a reminder to himself to have a talk with her, he didn't want to see her in trouble, or have her heart broken.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Clark asked trying to avoid the awkward silence that had formed between the two.
"What?" Wolverine asked a little confused at the question. "Oh yah I don't sleep to well most nights...some of the other kids cant sleep either so it helps to have someone around when that happens. So what is keeping you up?" He asked finally turning his attention away from the TV completely but not from the beer.
"I don't know, I can't keep my mind from wandering." Clark answered getting a glass from the cabinet for his milk.
"Yah, that can happen a lot here." Logan told him, watching him, this one was definably weirder then most, and that was saying something. Maybe it was because Clark was so quiet and reserved most of the time. He spent time with the other kids, but mostly he spent time with Rouge, and all they would do was talk, and when they weren't talking they would just sit outside on one of the benches, just sitting. It was not how a teenager would act.
"Why do you think that is?' Clark asked.
"Their scared." Logan replied.
"Really, you would think that this is the safest place for us to be." Clark said, his interests peaked, and sleep far from his mind.
"That really depends, there have been times where this place is not so safe," Clark was giving him a questioning look so he elaborated. "For example we were basically invaded a few months a go...a big understanding don't worry, but you never know, mutants are not exactly every ones best friend yet, we are always trying to show people that we are not as different as them." Logan finished and put his finished beer in the recycling.
"Ok," Clark said, maybe things here weren't as safe as they seemed.
"Don't worry, your safe, if it wasn't wouldn't even be here." Logan reassured him, Clark however was a little confused at this point. He had come down to the kitchen to sort out his thoughts, and now he was more confused then before. Best to leave the kitchen now before he got to a point where he would never fall asleep again in his life. Clark silently left the kitchen and headed for the outdoor area, where he could think. Logan was still watching TV, Clark was not so subtle for him though he noticed him leave, gave him a minute head start turned off the TV and kitchen lights and followed him.
It was colder outside then Clark had thought it would be, but it was bearable, for him at least. It was as quiet as he had needed it to be enough to let him think. Thinking was not allowed him though as he noticed someone following him in the dark. Clark went behind the house to a point where the person couldn't see him any more...Logan was right it sometimes wasn't safe here. Clark went into super speed going around the house in a mere second. He came out of super speed just as he was upon the mystery person. Clark grabbed him and threw him into the bushes with ease as if he was throwing a toy. The mysterious man got up a few seconds later and started yelling with fury.
"What in the world do you think you were doing." Logan yelled at a very surprised Clark.
"I...I didn't know it was you" Clark stuttered.
"Who in the heck did you think it was?" He asked still angry and bewildered at Clark's actions.
"I didn't know who it was, I guess it was all your talk about safety." Clark countered back.
"Me, your blaming it on me now how dare you." Logan was furious.
"I'm not blaming you, I'm explaining my self, I'm sorry for the mistake." With those final words Clark super sped to his room, obviously not having time to think or to sleep tonight, he would just study or something.
"Yah, you just go running off," Logan muttered to him self and partially at Clark. "Kids these days, uncontrollable." Logan said to him self. Clark was one strong kid, stronger then him probably, and that was something he did not like. Logan thought this to himself as he left the yard and went back to his own room to try and get some well-needed sleep.
Upstairs watching the events of the yard was Professor Charles Xavier. He chuckled to himself as he watched the two match odds. Clark had won the physical fight, which was mainly a surprise attack, but Logan had won the mental war. That was where their differences lie, he thought to him self. They both have the strength, but Logan is more trained, and smarter. Not by much, but Logan at least wasn't a teenager. The professor had known something like this would probably take place right from the start when he had met Clark, he and Logan were so much alike. Clark didn't help his cause with being with Rouge all of the time. The Professor sighed; these things would just take time. Until then he would need to give Scott and Ororo the heads up to keep Clark and Logan away from each other, the last thing they needed was the two of them fighting. Especially with what was ahead of them, it wasn't going to be easy, and he needed Clark and Logan at their best together. Time was a luxury they did not have unfortunately.
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Wow, that was a long chapter. For me at least. I hope you enjoyed it, now it is time to review. Remember no reviews, no new chapter. I do know what is coming up, but reviews always help.
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New York
The black sky held no stars, no planets, no distinguishing features, and not even a cloud in sight. Only a sliver of the moon gave off what little light it could to the sky. It was dark, cold, and very unwelcoming, so unlike home. "Why tonight of all nights did my brain decide to not to not want to fall asleep." Clark Kent thought to him self as he stood beside the window in his room looking outside, not like there was much to look at. He had been at the school for a few weeks now, and just now he was getting homesick. He hadn't been homesick before.... It was very confusing. Clark moved away from the window, got back in bed and waited for sleep to come...it didn't.
His thoughts roamed a little as he waited for sleep to come. He thought about the classes, they were almost the same as they were in Smallville. He thought about everyone here, they all had their differences and yet they were all the same, they were all unique. Some more unique then others, but no one cared here. Most of all on his thoughts were Rouge. She was perfect, she cared for him, she listened to what he said, and she made him feel at ease with him self. Like what Lana had said once that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't feel like that anymore, with Rouge, she knew his secret, and she was ok with it, and he was ok with hers.
Clark was fed up; sleep just wouldn't come, he was thinking too much so he headed down to the kitchen to get a snack or something. The halls were quiet; everyone was asleep, which was to be expected it was almost midnight after all. Light came into his eyes as he came near the kitchen, why would anyone be up now, Clark thought, ok so I'm up...but I don't count...do I. I really am getting a little weird if I can't stop talking to myself. Clark entered the kitchen he wasn't alone.
In the kitchen a tall, well built man stood drinking a beer, eating chips and watching some late night TV show. Logan/Wolverine, the one teacher Clark hadn't had, he knew however to not mess with him, and that he was very protective of Rouge. Rouge had talked about him like he was an older brother, someone who looked after her. Clark took a deep breath and went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk, he was about to take a drink when he was interrupted.
"Get a glass," Logan said, Clark wasn't one to argue with a teacher especially one who probably had the only chance of ever beating him up.
"Yah sure, you sound like my mother you know." Clark commented the last part under his breath.
"What did you say," Logan asked turning to see who it actually was in the kitchen for the first time. "Oh, its you, well make yourself at home, but do use a glass or Ororo will think I was the one who drank out of the carton and kill me." Logan said and turned back to watching the TV and drinking his beer. He had a bad feeling about that kid; it was like he attracted trouble. Logan didn't know him real well, but he could just tell these things about some people. Plus he was hanging out a lot with Rouge. Logan mentally made a reminder to himself to have a talk with her, he didn't want to see her in trouble, or have her heart broken.
"You couldn't sleep either?" Clark asked trying to avoid the awkward silence that had formed between the two.
"What?" Wolverine asked a little confused at the question. "Oh yah I don't sleep to well most nights...some of the other kids cant sleep either so it helps to have someone around when that happens. So what is keeping you up?" He asked finally turning his attention away from the TV completely but not from the beer.
"I don't know, I can't keep my mind from wandering." Clark answered getting a glass from the cabinet for his milk.
"Yah, that can happen a lot here." Logan told him, watching him, this one was definably weirder then most, and that was saying something. Maybe it was because Clark was so quiet and reserved most of the time. He spent time with the other kids, but mostly he spent time with Rouge, and all they would do was talk, and when they weren't talking they would just sit outside on one of the benches, just sitting. It was not how a teenager would act.
"Why do you think that is?' Clark asked.
"Their scared." Logan replied.
"Really, you would think that this is the safest place for us to be." Clark said, his interests peaked, and sleep far from his mind.
"That really depends, there have been times where this place is not so safe," Clark was giving him a questioning look so he elaborated. "For example we were basically invaded a few months a go...a big understanding don't worry, but you never know, mutants are not exactly every ones best friend yet, we are always trying to show people that we are not as different as them." Logan finished and put his finished beer in the recycling.
"Ok," Clark said, maybe things here weren't as safe as they seemed.
"Don't worry, your safe, if it wasn't wouldn't even be here." Logan reassured him, Clark however was a little confused at this point. He had come down to the kitchen to sort out his thoughts, and now he was more confused then before. Best to leave the kitchen now before he got to a point where he would never fall asleep again in his life. Clark silently left the kitchen and headed for the outdoor area, where he could think. Logan was still watching TV, Clark was not so subtle for him though he noticed him leave, gave him a minute head start turned off the TV and kitchen lights and followed him.
It was colder outside then Clark had thought it would be, but it was bearable, for him at least. It was as quiet as he had needed it to be enough to let him think. Thinking was not allowed him though as he noticed someone following him in the dark. Clark went behind the house to a point where the person couldn't see him any more...Logan was right it sometimes wasn't safe here. Clark went into super speed going around the house in a mere second. He came out of super speed just as he was upon the mystery person. Clark grabbed him and threw him into the bushes with ease as if he was throwing a toy. The mysterious man got up a few seconds later and started yelling with fury.
"What in the world do you think you were doing." Logan yelled at a very surprised Clark.
"I...I didn't know it was you" Clark stuttered.
"Who in the heck did you think it was?" He asked still angry and bewildered at Clark's actions.
"I didn't know who it was, I guess it was all your talk about safety." Clark countered back.
"Me, your blaming it on me now how dare you." Logan was furious.
"I'm not blaming you, I'm explaining my self, I'm sorry for the mistake." With those final words Clark super sped to his room, obviously not having time to think or to sleep tonight, he would just study or something.
"Yah, you just go running off," Logan muttered to him self and partially at Clark. "Kids these days, uncontrollable." Logan said to him self. Clark was one strong kid, stronger then him probably, and that was something he did not like. Logan thought this to himself as he left the yard and went back to his own room to try and get some well-needed sleep.
Upstairs watching the events of the yard was Professor Charles Xavier. He chuckled to himself as he watched the two match odds. Clark had won the physical fight, which was mainly a surprise attack, but Logan had won the mental war. That was where their differences lie, he thought to him self. They both have the strength, but Logan is more trained, and smarter. Not by much, but Logan at least wasn't a teenager. The professor had known something like this would probably take place right from the start when he had met Clark, he and Logan were so much alike. Clark didn't help his cause with being with Rouge all of the time. The Professor sighed; these things would just take time. Until then he would need to give Scott and Ororo the heads up to keep Clark and Logan away from each other, the last thing they needed was the two of them fighting. Especially with what was ahead of them, it wasn't going to be easy, and he needed Clark and Logan at their best together. Time was a luxury they did not have unfortunately.
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Wow, that was a long chapter. For me at least. I hope you enjoyed it, now it is time to review. Remember no reviews, no new chapter. I do know what is coming up, but reviews always help.