A/N: I wanted to ask which romance pairings I should use for this story. But I thought I should point out that I am not a M/L supporter, in fact I am a large fan of M/A. But if there are any other pairs that you would want me to consider, -say that I might not have thought of OR you might enjoy reading- please let me know.
P.S Just because I'm not a fan of M/L doesn't mean I have anything against the character. Just thought I tell ya that.
Chapter 2: FREAKS OF NATURE
"Hey," Max called stepping into Logan's computer suite, "Hey yourself," Logan returned, spinning his chair around to face her. They stood together in silence for a moment before Logan spoke again. "So..." he begun, "How did the mission go? Did you get what I need?"
Max smiled reaching into her jacket and pulled out a CD. She quickly placed it on the table besides him before quickly backing away. "Thanks," Logan said picking up the shinny disk, "Did you have any trouble?"
"Nothin' I couldn't handle," She flashed him a smile, before glancing away, "I gotta blaze, I promised OC I'd meet her at Crash tonight, see ya later?"
"Yeah sure," He replied, giving her a soft smile, "Thanks again Max."
"Bye," was all he heard before the door closed behind her.
"Bye," he whispered.
***
On the outskirts of a run down backwater village, stood a large warehouse. The dark structure half hidden in the shadows of the night. Cars parked randomly on the grass outside. Large doors shut out any intruders. The light permeated from the metal hall, while sounds of cheering and boos flooded from inside.
A lone figure crossed the moist ground, long dark coat brushing against the dew-covered grass. A hood covered the person face from view.
Their walk was brisk and confident, the slightly swagger of hips undeniable female. The side door to the warehouse opened at her approach. "Heya Honey," A large man stepped forward into her path, "Its five bucks entry." The woman brushed past him with a glance, flicking a note at his face before continuing into the room.
Cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere. A mass of bodies stood pressed together, to drunk or to preoccupied to notice the lack of personal space. Their attention drawn to the center of the rundown hall, where a large metal cage sat. Two combatants circled each other, amidst the cheers and boos', in a dance of flying fists, blood and sweat.
The hooded figure moved across the room, weaving gracefully between members of the crowd. She stopped at the edge of the cage, watching the fight unroll. All to soon an occupant hit the floor, quickly followed by cheers, boos and other catcalls. The cloaked figure stood still for a moment studying the winner. Medium in height, he seemed mostly muscle. Brown hair brushed into what almost appeared to be twin horns. He stood for a moment, enjoying the victory.
He noticed her amongst the horde, and frowned slightly, recognitions dancing in his eyes. With a simple gesture towards the makeshift bar, her meaning perfectly she disappeared into the crowd. 'We'll talk later'
***
Wolverine had always enjoyed the trill of the fight. A mutant ability that healed his wounds, made him a worthy opponent. That was before, before the government had bonded an unbreakable metal alloy called Adamantium. Now with claws that could cut though anything, Wolverine was not only a worthy opponent... he was a deadly one.
The cage fight was a simple way of gathering much-needed funds down with he does best. Shrugging on his heavy coat he crossed the hall, as the crowd dispersed. A lone figure sat at the bar, her long coat hung around the legs of her bar stall.
"Hey darlin'," He said dropping down on to the seat "Whatcha doin' here?"
"You turned your com off," She replied, "Prof sent me ta find ya."
"Figures," Wolverine muttered, before glancing at the Southern belle besides him. "What's he want, Rogue?"
The woman shrugged, before reaching up to pull back her hood, revealing a young woman in her early twenties. Her auburn hair was brushed back into a loose ponytail, platinum white fringe framed her face. "Beats me," she said ruby lips moving into a slight smile, "Come back with me to the mansion and find out."
***
Jean Grey glanced across at her husband, noting his complete lack of response to her questions. She flicked a strand of red hair over her shoulder, and glaring at his back.
"Husband, lover?" she called sweetly, attempting to resist the urge to tip her latte over his head. Such displace in a public place would not seemly. Instead she changed her tone, as well as giving him a 'little' telepathic prod. "Scott!"
The man jumped, turning his attention to his wife, who smothered a smile. She could see his surprised expression even through his ruby lenses. "Scott Summers were you even listening to me?" she asked with a smiling slightly. He had the grace to look sheepish.
"Sorry love," he said, just then a soft beeping emitted from his pocket. With a quick glance around the coffee shop, he pulled out a small phone. "Yes?" he answered softly, after a moment of listening he hung up. "We have to go," he said sadly to his wife, "The professor wants to talk to us."
"So much for some quiet time," Jean said sad, standing up besides her husband. Together they elegantly exited the coffee shop.
***
Elizabeth Braddock swaggered into the mansion foyer, her long black hair hanging stylishly around her latest Gucci dress. "Hello all," she greeted cheerily, her clipped British accent adding to her classy look. She glanced around to the other four, "Where is everyone?"
"I thought it best that on this mission that we keep the group small." A voice said behind them over the sound of whirling motors, and they all turned to greet Professor Xavier coming down a corridor. "Now if you would all follow me," He led the team, back towards his office.
"What's up Chuck?" Wolverine asked swinging into a seat in front of Xavier desk, as the others took up places around the room.
"Wolverine how many times do I have to insist that you not call me that," Charles Xavier said, fixing a blue glare on the other mutant. "Trask Industries was broken into last night, the assailants were not caught."
"Trask Industries?" Rogue frowned, "Ain't they the ones that, created the Sentinels?"
Xavier nodded solemnly, as the room was thrown back in memory to a darker time. After the discovery of the mutant gene, the X factor. The government had declared war on mutants. Fearful of mutants power, they devised ways of hunting them, capturing them...killing them. A mandatory inoculation was given to all pregnant women to stop the development of the x factor. The rate of mutants appearing on the face of the planet dropped. It was a simple task then of rounding up mutants.
The world thought they'd won, thought mutants gone. But the X-men and a few other teams endured, waiting for a time when the world would accept them.
"It might be nothing," Xavier said after a moment, "But I would like you to look in to it out anyway. Find out who was responsible."
"You think it was a mutant?" Scott asked frowning
"I don't know," The professor admitted, "We have survived this long because no-one has brought any attention to us. But if the truth gets out that will still exist, the world will finish off what they started.
TBC
A/N: I know some things aren't up to date in the X-men comic world. Such as I know Betsy was killed, and that Rogue is in X-treme X-men and the rest are in Uncanny, but this is the time I liked them best, one big happy X-men team family.
P.S Just because I'm not a fan of M/L doesn't mean I have anything against the character. Just thought I tell ya that.
Chapter 2: FREAKS OF NATURE
"Hey," Max called stepping into Logan's computer suite, "Hey yourself," Logan returned, spinning his chair around to face her. They stood together in silence for a moment before Logan spoke again. "So..." he begun, "How did the mission go? Did you get what I need?"
Max smiled reaching into her jacket and pulled out a CD. She quickly placed it on the table besides him before quickly backing away. "Thanks," Logan said picking up the shinny disk, "Did you have any trouble?"
"Nothin' I couldn't handle," She flashed him a smile, before glancing away, "I gotta blaze, I promised OC I'd meet her at Crash tonight, see ya later?"
"Yeah sure," He replied, giving her a soft smile, "Thanks again Max."
"Bye," was all he heard before the door closed behind her.
"Bye," he whispered.
***
On the outskirts of a run down backwater village, stood a large warehouse. The dark structure half hidden in the shadows of the night. Cars parked randomly on the grass outside. Large doors shut out any intruders. The light permeated from the metal hall, while sounds of cheering and boos flooded from inside.
A lone figure crossed the moist ground, long dark coat brushing against the dew-covered grass. A hood covered the person face from view.
Their walk was brisk and confident, the slightly swagger of hips undeniable female. The side door to the warehouse opened at her approach. "Heya Honey," A large man stepped forward into her path, "Its five bucks entry." The woman brushed past him with a glance, flicking a note at his face before continuing into the room.
Cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere. A mass of bodies stood pressed together, to drunk or to preoccupied to notice the lack of personal space. Their attention drawn to the center of the rundown hall, where a large metal cage sat. Two combatants circled each other, amidst the cheers and boos', in a dance of flying fists, blood and sweat.
The hooded figure moved across the room, weaving gracefully between members of the crowd. She stopped at the edge of the cage, watching the fight unroll. All to soon an occupant hit the floor, quickly followed by cheers, boos and other catcalls. The cloaked figure stood still for a moment studying the winner. Medium in height, he seemed mostly muscle. Brown hair brushed into what almost appeared to be twin horns. He stood for a moment, enjoying the victory.
He noticed her amongst the horde, and frowned slightly, recognitions dancing in his eyes. With a simple gesture towards the makeshift bar, her meaning perfectly she disappeared into the crowd. 'We'll talk later'
***
Wolverine had always enjoyed the trill of the fight. A mutant ability that healed his wounds, made him a worthy opponent. That was before, before the government had bonded an unbreakable metal alloy called Adamantium. Now with claws that could cut though anything, Wolverine was not only a worthy opponent... he was a deadly one.
The cage fight was a simple way of gathering much-needed funds down with he does best. Shrugging on his heavy coat he crossed the hall, as the crowd dispersed. A lone figure sat at the bar, her long coat hung around the legs of her bar stall.
"Hey darlin'," He said dropping down on to the seat "Whatcha doin' here?"
"You turned your com off," She replied, "Prof sent me ta find ya."
"Figures," Wolverine muttered, before glancing at the Southern belle besides him. "What's he want, Rogue?"
The woman shrugged, before reaching up to pull back her hood, revealing a young woman in her early twenties. Her auburn hair was brushed back into a loose ponytail, platinum white fringe framed her face. "Beats me," she said ruby lips moving into a slight smile, "Come back with me to the mansion and find out."
***
Jean Grey glanced across at her husband, noting his complete lack of response to her questions. She flicked a strand of red hair over her shoulder, and glaring at his back.
"Husband, lover?" she called sweetly, attempting to resist the urge to tip her latte over his head. Such displace in a public place would not seemly. Instead she changed her tone, as well as giving him a 'little' telepathic prod. "Scott!"
The man jumped, turning his attention to his wife, who smothered a smile. She could see his surprised expression even through his ruby lenses. "Scott Summers were you even listening to me?" she asked with a smiling slightly. He had the grace to look sheepish.
"Sorry love," he said, just then a soft beeping emitted from his pocket. With a quick glance around the coffee shop, he pulled out a small phone. "Yes?" he answered softly, after a moment of listening he hung up. "We have to go," he said sadly to his wife, "The professor wants to talk to us."
"So much for some quiet time," Jean said sad, standing up besides her husband. Together they elegantly exited the coffee shop.
***
Elizabeth Braddock swaggered into the mansion foyer, her long black hair hanging stylishly around her latest Gucci dress. "Hello all," she greeted cheerily, her clipped British accent adding to her classy look. She glanced around to the other four, "Where is everyone?"
"I thought it best that on this mission that we keep the group small." A voice said behind them over the sound of whirling motors, and they all turned to greet Professor Xavier coming down a corridor. "Now if you would all follow me," He led the team, back towards his office.
"What's up Chuck?" Wolverine asked swinging into a seat in front of Xavier desk, as the others took up places around the room.
"Wolverine how many times do I have to insist that you not call me that," Charles Xavier said, fixing a blue glare on the other mutant. "Trask Industries was broken into last night, the assailants were not caught."
"Trask Industries?" Rogue frowned, "Ain't they the ones that, created the Sentinels?"
Xavier nodded solemnly, as the room was thrown back in memory to a darker time. After the discovery of the mutant gene, the X factor. The government had declared war on mutants. Fearful of mutants power, they devised ways of hunting them, capturing them...killing them. A mandatory inoculation was given to all pregnant women to stop the development of the x factor. The rate of mutants appearing on the face of the planet dropped. It was a simple task then of rounding up mutants.
The world thought they'd won, thought mutants gone. But the X-men and a few other teams endured, waiting for a time when the world would accept them.
"It might be nothing," Xavier said after a moment, "But I would like you to look in to it out anyway. Find out who was responsible."
"You think it was a mutant?" Scott asked frowning
"I don't know," The professor admitted, "We have survived this long because no-one has brought any attention to us. But if the truth gets out that will still exist, the world will finish off what they started.
TBC
A/N: I know some things aren't up to date in the X-men comic world. Such as I know Betsy was killed, and that Rogue is in X-treme X-men and the rest are in Uncanny, but this is the time I liked them best, one big happy X-men team family.