Okay, due to requests (now I feel awesome! thanks Raven), here is another
chapter of my fic. Sorry, but it's a bit short due to the demand for
updates.
Also, yeah I know it's an shameless plug, but please also check out my new fic The Wolves. Thanks!
This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister and dad. So, with no further ado, I'll let the story do the talking for me. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 7
I followed her out hesitantly. Blade pocketed my lighter and with a smooth flick of her wrist, the dagger disappeared. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, but kept walking. Where the heck did that come from? When we reached the staircase, she hurried down, her pace brisk. I waited until she was most of the way down before sliding on the banister railing. Blade arched an eyebrow at me as she reached the bottom. I shrugged and tried a weak smile. She rolled her eyes and kept walking. But which eye-roll is it? Amused or disgusted? I can't tell with here . . . I don't like that.
We turned down several halls and were almost to the study rooms when I heard the familiar swishing of shuffling cards. Gambit rounded a corner at the end of the corridor and swaggered down the hall. He raised a hand in greeting, but his eyes were on my 'guard'. The boy smiled down at her, placing the cards in his duster pocket.
"Bonjour, mon ami."
"Hey." I mumbled.
He gave me a pointed look, but I ignored it.
"So . . . aren' you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" He finally asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
I sighed and shrugged. "Gambit, Blade. Blade, Gambit. Happy?"
Gambit swept himself into a very low bow, coming up with a grin on his face. He gently took her hand and kissed it.
"A pleasure to meet you, chere."
Blade cocked an eyebrow and plucked her hand back. "Sure . . . " She drawled, looking the boy over. "Now, if you don't mind, we have some place to be."
"And where is dat?" Gambit pushed, accusing me with a look, as if I had been hiding her in my closet this whole time.
The woman closed her eyes, praying for strength. "A study room, if you must know."
"Pyro studies?"
I glared at my friend and gave him the 'knock-it-off-before-I-burn- you-into-a-neat-little-pile-of-ashes' look. Yeah . . . not many people give that look, but whatever.
"He will now. I'm his tutor."
"You his what?"
"You're my what?!?" I shouted in anger over Gambit's laughter. "No, you ain't."
"Aren't. And yes, I am."
With that, she grabbed my arm and shoved me into the nearest vacant room. She shut the door and stood in front of it. I could still hear Gambit howling as I whirled around to glare at the woman. Blade returned it far too easily.
"You are not my tutor!"
"Yes, I am."
"I don't need no tutor! Got it?!?"
"No, you need a jailor to get you to class every day, but thankfully I wasn't volunteered for that job. I got stuck with this one, so get use to it. I'm your tutor, and while I'm around, you will learn."
"No fuckin' way!"
Blade's hand moved quicker than I expected, reaching over and smacking me upside the head.
"Watch your mouth, kid. Now sit down. We've got a lot to cover today."
"I ain't-"
"I said sit!" With that, she forced me down into a chair at the table.
Surprisingly strong for so small a girl. With a loud smack, a textbook landed in front of me. George Washington stared up at me, so I assumed history. Logical assumption. I pushed it away and leaned back in the chair, arms crossed. Blade retrieved the book, opening it in front of herself this time. She sat on my right, ready to keep me in the seat. I scowled at her, itching to trap her in a little flame box. She's still got my lighter. Reading my face correctly, Blade crossed her own arms.
"Hate me all you'd like, but you will learn this material. Now, read the first paragraph on this page." I stared down at the book now in front of me again for a few minutes. "Out loud." She added.
Probably to make sure I actually do it. Rolling my own eyes this time, I leaned further back in the chair. "If wanna hear what's in the book so much, read it yourself." I growled, glaring over at her.
Also, yeah I know it's an shameless plug, but please also check out my new fic The Wolves. Thanks!
This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister and dad. So, with no further ado, I'll let the story do the talking for me. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 7
I followed her out hesitantly. Blade pocketed my lighter and with a smooth flick of her wrist, the dagger disappeared. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, but kept walking. Where the heck did that come from? When we reached the staircase, she hurried down, her pace brisk. I waited until she was most of the way down before sliding on the banister railing. Blade arched an eyebrow at me as she reached the bottom. I shrugged and tried a weak smile. She rolled her eyes and kept walking. But which eye-roll is it? Amused or disgusted? I can't tell with here . . . I don't like that.
We turned down several halls and were almost to the study rooms when I heard the familiar swishing of shuffling cards. Gambit rounded a corner at the end of the corridor and swaggered down the hall. He raised a hand in greeting, but his eyes were on my 'guard'. The boy smiled down at her, placing the cards in his duster pocket.
"Bonjour, mon ami."
"Hey." I mumbled.
He gave me a pointed look, but I ignored it.
"So . . . aren' you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" He finally asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
I sighed and shrugged. "Gambit, Blade. Blade, Gambit. Happy?"
Gambit swept himself into a very low bow, coming up with a grin on his face. He gently took her hand and kissed it.
"A pleasure to meet you, chere."
Blade cocked an eyebrow and plucked her hand back. "Sure . . . " She drawled, looking the boy over. "Now, if you don't mind, we have some place to be."
"And where is dat?" Gambit pushed, accusing me with a look, as if I had been hiding her in my closet this whole time.
The woman closed her eyes, praying for strength. "A study room, if you must know."
"Pyro studies?"
I glared at my friend and gave him the 'knock-it-off-before-I-burn- you-into-a-neat-little-pile-of-ashes' look. Yeah . . . not many people give that look, but whatever.
"He will now. I'm his tutor."
"You his what?"
"You're my what?!?" I shouted in anger over Gambit's laughter. "No, you ain't."
"Aren't. And yes, I am."
With that, she grabbed my arm and shoved me into the nearest vacant room. She shut the door and stood in front of it. I could still hear Gambit howling as I whirled around to glare at the woman. Blade returned it far too easily.
"You are not my tutor!"
"Yes, I am."
"I don't need no tutor! Got it?!?"
"No, you need a jailor to get you to class every day, but thankfully I wasn't volunteered for that job. I got stuck with this one, so get use to it. I'm your tutor, and while I'm around, you will learn."
"No fuckin' way!"
Blade's hand moved quicker than I expected, reaching over and smacking me upside the head.
"Watch your mouth, kid. Now sit down. We've got a lot to cover today."
"I ain't-"
"I said sit!" With that, she forced me down into a chair at the table.
Surprisingly strong for so small a girl. With a loud smack, a textbook landed in front of me. George Washington stared up at me, so I assumed history. Logical assumption. I pushed it away and leaned back in the chair, arms crossed. Blade retrieved the book, opening it in front of herself this time. She sat on my right, ready to keep me in the seat. I scowled at her, itching to trap her in a little flame box. She's still got my lighter. Reading my face correctly, Blade crossed her own arms.
"Hate me all you'd like, but you will learn this material. Now, read the first paragraph on this page." I stared down at the book now in front of me again for a few minutes. "Out loud." She added.
Probably to make sure I actually do it. Rolling my own eyes this time, I leaned further back in the chair. "If wanna hear what's in the book so much, read it yourself." I growled, glaring over at her.