Wolf: (walks in room) Hmm? What is this? (picks up note) Dear Logan, I can't do the disclaimer today; I'm out of town; I'll be back in three days. HazelEyed Freak. (grimaces) You mean I have to do it by myself! Hmm? (reads more) P.S. Scotty will be joining you for the disclaimer- Aww! Come on, we're like worst enemies!
Scott: Come on, Logan. Be a sport!
Wolf: (grumbles in the back ground)
Scott: HazelEyed Freak doesn't own X-Men. Stan Lee does.
Me: (pulls off Scott mask) I was just kidding! Don't get so worked up!
Oh yeah, to you who have seen the second movie. Jean isn't dead. John (Pyro) is still there. Remy LaBeau, from the original comic, is in this fic.
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The Trouble With Wolves
Chapter 2: OC Girl on the Run
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The six mutants walked into the spacious office. Scott leaned on a nearby wall. Ororo sat in a chair near Kurt and Logan and Jean sat on the couch across from them. Logan looked at Ororo and she gave him a deep scowl.
"My deepest apologies are to you, Logan. I know you've just returned, but this needs to be done ASAP." Prof. X apologized.
"No problem, Chuck." Logan sighed, taking off his wet shirt and putting on a new one, allowing Ororo to take a gander at his nicely shaped pectorals. She almost felt sorry for putting that rain cloud over him, but the thought of why that happened resurfaced in her memories and she shrugged the guilt off.
"Ororo, I do wish that you wouldn't let Logan's hormones get to you so much." The professor sighed in her mind. "Sorry," she murmured, but exclaimed in her mind, "I have rights as a woman, you know!" The professor ignored her statement on purpose.
"There is a recently found mutant in Orange County of California who is wanted by Magneto for her amazing and deadly abilities. We have to get to her first, or she could kill many people. Tomorrow morning, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, and Logan will go to Orange County and find the girl."
"Professor! What am I to do!" Jean exclaimed in a very un-Jean like way. Ororo looked astounded. 'First cheating on Scott and now this?' she thought. Logan gave her a weird look. 'There's something different about her. Why did she just snap at Charlie like that?' he wondered.
"It's okay, Jean. You are to stay here with the children." He reassured. She looked livid; crimson came to her cheeks, but then she returned to her normal tone of skin.
"Well, there are a lot of kids here, Professor. Maybe Logan could stay here with me to help?" she asked politely and fakely sugar coating it, scooting over to him more. Logan, who has lusted over Jean for forever, was now scooting over in disgust and dislike. 'What's with her? She's acting like a fool!'
Ororo was looking at her friend in disappointment, and then looked at Scott. She could tell he was not happy about her wild actions; actually, he hasn't been happy at all anymore. Logan could smell hatred coming from Scott, and he could tell it was directed at him.
"There's no need. I'll be here to help." He said, surprising Jean, Ororo, and Logan. Scott stayed emotionless. Kurt was silent. (A/N: It seems that I'm picking on Scott. Don't worry; he'll get his chance to shine.)
Jean, who knew he wouldn't change his mind, slugged down a bit on the couch. "Okay, you're all dismissed, except for Jean. I need to talk to you about the kids." he turned to the others, "You four will leave first thing in the morning."
Scott and Kurt was the first to leave, and then Ororo and Logan followed them out. "'Ro, darlin', I'm sorry. You shouldn't be mad anymore." She turned to him. "And why shouldn't I, good kind sir?" she asked coolly.
'She's so cute when she's angry.' He thought. "'Cause, then you, uh, would…be, umm, holding a grudge! Yeah, holdin' a grudge. And you're not tha type to be holdin' grudges darlin'." He said as he thought for the right words. She nodded in truce.
"That would be very un-Ororo like." She quietly agreed, "Well, as long as you don't stare. Oh! And stop callin' me 'darlin'." Logan grinned wolfishly and then said, "Well, now that we settled that, how about a beer?"
"Logan, I don't drink, and even if you do have a healing factor, you shouldn't either. Alcoholic beverages aren't allowed on school property." She notified.
"Aww, come on just one?" he begged.
"No."
"A half?"
"No."
"A ¼?"
"No!"
"A sip?"
"No beer!"
"A welcome back kiss?"
"No-A what!"
He grinned.
"If I can't have beer, then I want a welcome back kiss, on the cheek." he repeated. "Why?" "I missed you." He answered quickly. '(gasp)…He missed…me? How sweet- I can't believe he wants a kiss! I'll kill him.'
When he heard thunder, he ran off. "I was just kidding!" she yelled. He came back a second later, holding out his cheek. She pecked him lightly, and they both felt a shock run through their bodies. It wasn't Ororo; it was attraction.
Logan didn't mind; he knew he was attracted to her. However, Ororo didn't handle the situation as well as some would have hoped. Her past love left her in the dust five years ago, and she didn't want to get too connected.
Before she could protest, or run away like some timid, lovesick girl in a romance movie, an "Ahem" came from five teenagers who where standing beside an indoor pillar. "Well, well, well, Logan is puttin' tha moves on Ms. Munroe," said a smirking Rogue. The others, except for the newcomer, Remy, laughed at them.
"Ha ha ha, Marie," he laughed sarcastically, then noticed the new one, "Hey, who's the new trouble maker?" "He's actually a good one, believe it or not." Ororo said.
The French 16 year old held out his hand. "Hi, Remy's name 's Remy. Also know as Cajun and Gambit. Remy moved 'ere abou' a mont' ago, Remy t'inks."
Logan shook it and asked, "Do ya always speak in third person, Cajun?"
He held out his chest and slapped it saying boldly, "Gives Remy personality, an' sex appeal."
The girls started laughing. "Where did the sex appeal go?" Kitty snickered.
Remy pulled out a card and set it aflame and threw it at Kitty, but it went right threw her and hit the wall, making a small (boom) sound. "Remy! Don't blow up other students!" Ororo snapped. "Oh yeah, he's really good." Logan whispered to her. "Shut up," she said.
"Sorry, chere." He replied. Kitty gave him an Oh-you're-so-gonna-get-it-when-the-adults-walk-away look. He shrugged it off.
The wall caught on fire, but didn't spread much; Bobby iced the wall before a serious accident occurred. "Anything he touches can blow up or be made into a touch bomb, but he relies on his everlasting deck of cards." she explained to Logan. (A/N: A touch bomb is a bomb that will explode on any physical contact. I made it up, sorry. Me and my imagination, unless someone really made a touch bomb.)
John, or Pyro, who was still upset at Rogue for throwing out his lighter three weeks ago, asked quite innocently, "Ms. Munroe, don't we have an exam on the French Revolution tomorrow?" Rogue hissed, "Shut up, stupid." Kitty and Bobby punched him and Remy smirked.
"Oh, yeah, we do, don't we? I almost forgot. Thank you, John," she said, then remembered the mission, "Oh, darn. The test is postponed until next Thursday. We have a mission tomorrow to get another mutant."
The others sighed in relief. "Or, I could get Jean to give it to you guys." She thought aloud. "No! It's okay!" Rogue, Bobby, and Kitty yelled quickly.
"Alright, next Thursday." She said.
"Alright, young hormone-filled teens. Who wants ta watch a movie with Mr. Logan?" Logan asked, clearly not sleepy. "Depends." Kitty said. "What movie?"
"Underworld." He replied. "Wha?" Remy asked, "Remy never 'eard of dat."
"It's a Vampire/Werewolf movie." Bobby informed the Cajun. "Oh, well, Remy's in."
"Me too." Agreed John, Rogue and Bobby. "Umm, me too." Kitty hesitated. "I'm out. We have to get up early in the morning, Logan. Don't stay up too late." Ororo said, walking up the stairs.
"Goodnight."
Next Morning, Friday, About 5am
"Logan!" Ororo whispered. Five minutes ago, she knocked on the door until her knuckles turned red. Now, fully angry because she told him that they had to get up early, she opened the door and found him sleeping.
'He should've been up by now; I know he has abnormal hearing abilities.' She thought angrily. Oh, how bad she wanted to freeze him with ice rain, but she couldn't. He'd roar and half the mansion would be up complaining.
"Logan, I swear to the Goddess if you don't wake up I'll strike you with a lightning bolt so fast you'll actually die!" she seethed loudly. He put a pillow over his head. "I'm not up!" he screamed into the bed so it was muffled a little. 'You wanna play like that? Okay, fine.'
"Okay, I guess you'd have to stay here with Jean and teach the children." She smirked and left his room. As she walked down the stairs, a good-looking hairy wild man in boxers ran past her to the uniform closet. 'I thought so.' She chuckled mentally.
She reached the bottom and found a light coming from the T.V. room. There she found the teenagers, two to a couch, thrown across each other, sleeping, except for Kitty. She was wide awake, trembling. "Kitty, you shouldn't have watched the movie." She sighed.
Kitty turned her head slowly towards Ororo. "It wasn't the movie," she rasped, then pointed to Remy, "It's his snoring. I don't see how the others could sleep through that."
"Okay, well, go to your room and get as much sleep as you can." "Bye, Ms. Munroe." She smiled and shook her head, turning off the electrical box that gives us our viewing pleasures, and then walked to the underground garage.
In the Blackbird
"Why do we have to wear these godforsaken tight leather suits? I swear they stick up yur ass an' if you itch, its hell." Logan complained. 'They sure do look good on 'Ro though.'
"I think they're pretty nice." Ororo said dreamily, checking it out. "I don't need your help, Logan."
"Umm, Vogan, could you vhelp me?" Kurt asked. "What's with it Elf?" he asked.
Kurt whispered something in his ear. "Oh! No problem, Elf." Logan unleashed on claw and made a hole in the lower back to the uniform. "Vanks." He said, and walked to the back to get changed.
Scott, who remained silent, broke it by saying, "Okay, Ororo, let's go." She nodded and sat in the co-pilot's seat. As soon as Kurt came back, with a happily comfortable tail, they took off and headed for Orange County.
Ororo switched it on auto pilot and turned her chair around, Scott following her actions. "Here," he said, "This is the girl's profile. Prof. said that she was last seen at a beach two miles away from Orange County."
Ororo read the girl's profile:
Name: Serenity (Last name not known)
Ethnicity: Half Black, Half White
Age: 16
DOB: 11/1988
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair Color: Sea foam with electric blue hi-lights
Eye Color: Sea green
Mutant Abilities: The power to create and manipulate anything with water.
Family: Parents, father (mother deceased), older brother
Other: She was kicked out of the house at 12. She has been in Theft since 13.
Ororo's heart leaped when she read 'Other'. She remembered when her parents died in Cairo when she was only 3 and when she was old enough she became a thief until Charles Xavier found her.
"Poor kid," Logan muttered after seeing the expression on Ororo's face, "But don't get why Maggie would want her. She can only control water."
"Logan, think," Scott said coldly. He shot Scott a glare.
"She could controv vhe vater. Vakes, seas, oceans." Kurt explained. "She could cause major tsunamis, and if she's anything like Magneto, she could probably suck the water out of people like he pulls iron out of people," suggested Ororo, who was rubbing her chin, thinking.
"Holy shit," Logan muffled with his hand. "This kid's got some power." 'I don't know if my logic is true, Logan,' wondered Ororo, 'But there is something about this girl.'
6 and ½ Gruesome Hours Later…
Logan was the first to jump out of the jet. "Land!" he exclaimed. The others followed, and Ororo put the Invisa-shield on the jet. "Come on, Logan, it wasn't that long. Just think if we were in a plane. It would take us twice as long to get here." Ororo said.
"Whatever," he muttered. "Okay, this is the drill. Find her, bring her to the jet, go back home," Scott said, and handed each one a phone, "These are communicators. When one of us finds the girl, press the blue button, and return to the jet."
"Sure thing, One-Eye." Logan said, ending the smart-ass comment with a signature salute.
Scott stepped up to him. "You know what, Logan? I don't need bullshit coming from you. I already have enough of it in my life, so just shut the hell up and follow orders!"
"Well maybe if you weren't so damn bitter towards me when I just came back, maybe I wouldn't give you bull," Logan shot back.
Ororo gaped. Kurt prayed so that Scott's negative outbursts were forgiven.
"I don't need this. Now, Kurt, you will come with me. Ororo, you and Logan can go together." He ordered, then went towards the nearest town. Kurt changed his watch setting and changed his appearance to a regular looking human and caught up with Scott.
"What's with him? Is it just me? First Red-Head and now One-Eye." He asked Ororo. "You haven't figured out, yet?" she asked, "Logan, you should be so sarcastic toward Scott right now. He and Jean broke up."
Logan stopped walking and nearly gaped. His mouth was opening a closing like a fish. "…" "Logan? Can you say something?" she asked, growing a concern for him.
"Ho-ho-how how? I mean, what happened? I thought their lives were perfect." he stuttered.
"Not as perfect as you would've hoped. Jean had been acting really weird a week after you left, and Scott was trying to confront her, but she would snap at him, tell him to go away and everything. He asked me, and I guess it was just PMS, but I was so wrong.
"Scott caught Jean with a man in THEIR bed two days after that, and has been so distant ever since. The Prof, knows, of course, but he decided not to intervene. They had to work out their problems themselves."
"Whoa," he breathed.
Ororo put in dark contacts. "Why the hell do you wear those? Your eyes are just fine the way they are!" he asked.
"Ya don't need 'em. You're different, yes, but different is good. Sure does look great on ya, too." He complimented. She took them out and threw them behind her back. "Thank you, Logan."
"No problem, darlin'." They walked down the pier, looking for the girl. Ororo grew uncomfortable as a group of guys looked at her weirdly. Logan, who sensed this uncomforted feeling, snarled at some of them, "Whatta ya lookin' at! Never seen a woman before?"
The boys walked away quickly. "Damn, people are so rude." Ororo nudged him in thanks.
2 Hours Later…
Logan and Ororo sat down on a bench facing the beach. They've been looking for almost 120 minutes and they're exhausted from walking under the hot sun. "We don't have any regular clothes in the jet? The sun's killing me! Chuck really has to think how hot these things are under the sun."
"Alright, break's over," Ororo sighed, standing up. "'Ro, we just sat down," he protested. "The sooner we find her, the better it is." She reassured, "Don't worry, we'll find her in no time."
A girl, no older than 16, with sea foam hair and electric blue hi-lights ran passed them, holding a surfboard, while a group of guys ran after her, yelling.
"What did I say?" she said, and started to after them.
The girl made a sharp right, straight into a dead end. "Freak! Give me back the surfboard and maybe I won't hurt you." The leader yelled.
"Why would I give it back?" she asked smiling sweetly. "If you don't, we'll have to gang up on you, and you don't want that, do you, freak?" he smirked.
She chuckled quietly, then grew into full out laughter. "You think these boys could stop me!" she cried in laughter, then grew serious. "You can't get pass this!" She held out her hand and…
'What! Oh, great, you chose not to work when I really need you, and then you come out when I don't! Stupid powers!' she thought angrily. "Get her!" he yelled, and five men ran towards her with pipes and sticks that are the same size as bats.
"Ay-iee!" she yelped when one swiped a sharp-ended stick at her. "Thanks a lot, powers!" She jumped over two of them and slid under one, kicking his crotch on the way.
"Alright street-fighting!" she said, dodging one and hitting him, but her victory ended soon when she was kicked from behind.
Ororo and Logan were still running to where the mob were; they didn't see them make the sharp right, so they were still searching. "Logan," she panted, after running a couple of blocks, "Can you sniff her out? She would smell, well, just like me." He nodded, and sniffed, but the smell of rainforest freshness didn't come to his nose, besides Ororo's of course.
He sniffed some more. A peculiar scent hit his inner nostril walls. "I smell blood," he whispered gruffly, then took off. Ororo pushed the pain in her legs away and followed him, hoping to Goddess that it wasn't who she thought it was.
"That's enough," the leader said, after watching his friends beat the sea-eyed girl, "I think she'll give up now."
The small huddle back away, admiring their work. The leader passed through them to see what she looked like now.
There, curled in a small ball as if she were a fetus, lay a girl, blood soaked. Her jeans were more tattered then before and outlined around the new torn edges with blood. Her stylishly cute white t-shirt was now damp at the stomach with crimson, showing a deep cut on her belly.
She picked her self up, ignoring the deep wounds that were applied to her legs and stomach and arms that burned to the intensity that she would wished that she would be already dead, glaring at them all. She coughed up blood and wiped it away.
"Had enough?" he asked, smirking.
"You idiot," she began, pausing every now and then from the pain, "You would brutally beat a 16 year old girl, just because she stole your surfboard, that you probably got from your parents, you rich bastard? Only an idiot would do that, just for an ordinary surfboard."
"This isn't any ordinary board, freak," he said, rubbing it up and down, "It's diamond incrusted." 'Damn, I really could've gotten some big wads of cheese for that.' She thought.
"You are stupid, and a coward, too," she said, holding on to a nearby rail for support.
"I guess you haven't had enough," he said, then snapped his fingers, "She needs more understanding, guys." They started to crowd around her. "It's too bad; you were kinda cute, freak."
Suddenly, the sky grew dark with clouds dark as can be. All, of them, except Serenity, looked up when lightning struck. An image was floating down towards them.
"What the hell?" the leader wondered, as a body came into eyesight. A misshaped body. It had two bodies, two heads, four arms and four legs. A body, two legs, two arms, and a head, jumped off of the other, revealing a man.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he seethed, looking at the semi-conscious girl and back to them. The group backed up towards the exit as Logan came closer. "You really think you're going to kill a girl in front of me? I don't think so." And with that, he jumped on the ones who were beating her.
Two escaped the wrath of his claws. They ran as fast as they could toward the exit, but Ororo stopped them. Her eyes turned white completely, and a small whirlwind swept the two guys up.
Meanwhile, the leader backed up from the rumble between Logan and two guys with pipes, who were failing miserably if I might add, and hid behind a dumpster. "I knew it," Serenity laughed harshly, watching his every move, "You are a coward."
She soon found herself short-winded when he punched her in her gut. Then he took her by the throat, raising her high. "Don't feel so high and mighty now, do you? It's pathetic. Mutant freaks like you deserve to die," he said, squeezing tightly.
Something in her snapped. Her bright eyes turned black, the white part, too. 'No,' she thought, 'Not again! Someone help! I can't control it!' The ground started to shake, which caught Logan and Ororo by surprise. They looked up and saw her.
"No!" Ororo exclaimed. She started towards them, but an outburst of water shot up from the ground. Another shot up behind them and another ten feet from the girl. The leader started to shake vigorously, and she was leaking water.
Logan rubbed his eyes to see if that image was wrong, but it wasn't. That girl was sucking water out of him. "Holy shit. 'Ro! She's killin' 'im!" he yelled, but Ororo was already dodging water shoots to get towards them.
'I was right; she can suck water out of people.' She thought as she put the sleeper on the girl and loosened the grip on her neck. The man fell to the ground, looking like a mummy, still shaking. The water disappeared, and the ground stopped shaking. The sky returned to its peaceful blue color. She picked the girl up.
"We have to get that guy to a hospital," she said. "'Ro, are ya mad! He tried to kill 'er! He doesn't deserve to live!" Logan snapped, looking at the girl, unconscious and bloodstained.
"No, he doesn't, Logan," she said, "but it isn't our way. He needs medical attention, and so does she. I can treat her and Scott, too." 'Scott knows the basic first aid more than I do,' Ororo thought. 'Scott…Scott! The communicators!'
"Logan, press the blue button on the communicator. I'll take her to the jet, and you can take him (she glared so icily at the shaking man on the ground, he could have froze while she was talking) to the nearest hospital-"
"If I take him, he'll end up with more injuries than now," he interrupted, pressing the button with such force, he could've broken it. She sighed in irritation. "Fine, then I'll take him, and you return her to the jet. I'll be back in ten minutes."
She gave him the girl and hooked her arms under his, and she took off into the sky. Logan started to run to the jet, when Ororo asked, "Logan, can you sniff out the nearest hospital?"
"Ten blocks west," he shouted to her, and took off to the jet.
With Ororo…
The leader of the mob gained consciousness while Ororo was still flying to the hospital. He looked up. "Another freak," he rasped. She glared at him, but not for long; she had to pay attention to where she was going.
"Put me down," he ordered harshly, sounding forty years older than he should be. "Do you want me to drop you," she warned, "You deserve it after beating that poor child for some stupid board."
"I can do what I want," he snapped. "I am not going to let you go until we get to the hospital. Be glad I'm doing this much for you." She snapped back.
"The little freak tried to kill me," he said angrily, again sounding older than what he should be. "I don't blame her. You had your friends beat her mercilessly. Listen, if she hadn't have done this to you, nearly killed you, I would have. People like you call themselves equal to all, but you try to kill a mutant girl the second you get the chance."
She neared the entrance of the hospital. "Logan was right, I should've left you there to die, but I have pity for non-mutants. Consider yourself having a second chance at life," she seethed, VERY un-Ororo like, and dropped him ten feet off the ground. She flew behind a tree before anyone could see her.
When she saw two men run towards him, she left.
In the Jet…
"Dear God, Logan, what happened!" Scott yelled when he saw the bloodstained girl in his arms enter the jet. "She was mobbed." He replied gruffly.
Kurt did the Sign of the Cross and prayed silently for her well-being. Scott quickly helped him with her, laying her on the almost couch-like seat in the back. He grabbed a first aid kit, gauze, and scissors.
Before he started, Ororo came in, and walked straight to them. "Logan, put the jet on autopilot for take off; I can't fly it; Scott needs help."
"Gee, Ororo, that would be nice if I knew which one it was." He said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and sent Scott to do it. "Get out, I have to undress her. Scott, I know you have better first aid skills, but I am girl and she's a girl. I'll do it."
Scott nodded and closed the curtain.
1 Hour Later…
'Ororo? How is she? Can you tell me her condition?' the professor asked after hearing the dreadful story of what happened.
'She's breathing and asleep. She has two half-inch deep wounds in each thigh, about three inches wide, four cuts on the left arm and three on the right depth and width unimportant, one two-inch deep six inches wide on the torso, a fractured rib, bruises on the back, a torn ligament in the left ankle, and finger marks around the neck.' Ororo finished, wiping away tears as she stated each problem to him.
Logan walked back in the room when he smelled tears. "They're monsters," she cried, knowing that someone entered the room. "This is a messed-up world." Logan wrapped hs arms around her when she turned around and sobbed into his chest.
A cough came from the chair-like bed. Logan let her go and she walked to it sitting down to see if she would do something else. And she did. Two eyes opened slightly, squinting at the light. Sea colored eyes looked at Ororo once they were adjusted.
"Mom," asked the crackly voice of Serenity. Ororo's tear stained face looked in question. The girl's eyes closed again.
"Mom?" Both Ororo and Logan asked aloud.
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Wolf: Okay, that was quite an angsty chapter you have there.
Me: Yeah, I know.
(awkward silence)
Wolf: Well.
Me: Well. Well, uh, review time!
Wolf: Alright.
Reviewer's Corner:
Jean and Scott Forever: I'm sorry you feel that way. But this is fan fiction, and I can do whatever I like in my stories. And I think that Logan does deserve someone in life, eve if it is in fan fiction. Sorry again if you didn't like it.
evelynbee: Yeah, I'm not a Jean fan at all. Sorry to those Jean lovers out there, but I don't. This is an Rolo fic and I hope you enjoy the story.
mrsblonde1503: Well, well, well, give me every idea you've got, buddy! Glad ya like the story.
ROLO: I know you meant to spell it that way, but things happen when you want to type fast. Anywho, thank you for that advice. If I wanted to pair Logan with a chimp I could've because its fan fiction. And I hope it turns out to be excellent.
Z and Jinx: To Z, Tis it not a love triangle. Jean is just obsessed. To Jinx, Umm, okay. Party on! Vote for Pedro!
dark-child99: And I will, young grasshopper.
Wolf: You're one weird teenager.
Me: Can't help it. I try to be normal, but every time I end up acting like a dork or weirdo. Ask my friends.
Wolf: You have friends?
Me: I'm social.
Wolf: Whatever. Okay, bye bye, now!