Thanx to those who reviewed and i'm sorry 'bout the format but i can't fix it right now. And thanx for the hints on how to make the story easier ta read, i hope this chappie is betta.
Deadly Nightshade
Chapter 1 - Second Meetings
"Remind me again why we're, like, here Rogue."
"'Cause ya got thaht note from Lance askin' us ta come here."
Upon delivering her brusque reply the goth mutant stalked into the dingy bar. Sighing in frustration Kitty followed the anti-social goth into the bar. Once inside they looked around the dim interior in the hopes of spotting the brotherhood mutant. However, their luck ran out when they spotted the mutant Wolverine, otherwise known as Logan, sitting at the bar.
Grabbing hold of Kitty's arm roughly Rogue began dragging her towards a shadowy table in the hopes that he wouldn't spot them.
"Rogue, like, what are you doing? Did you find Lance?"
"No, Ah saw somethin' worse. Logan's sittin' over at tha bar."
Gasping Kitty looked to where the feral mutant was sitting before diving into a booth followed by Rogue.
"Do you think he, like, saw us?"
Shaking her head Rogue shrugged her shoulders throwing surreptitious glances towards the bar. Grabbing hold of Kitty's arm again Rogue dragged her attention to the door where she saw Lance entering. To Rogue's consternation the man following him was one of Magneto's Acolytes and the bane of her existence.
"Gambit."
"What? Oh my God. What's he, like, doing here with Lance?"
"Ah don't know and Ah don't care. If Logan sees them and hears the Swamp Rat start on with his French, he's gonna know we're here."
"You're, like, right Rogue. But what are we supposed to do about it?"
"Can I get you girls something, a glass of water maybe?"
The smirking waitress startled the girls out of their reverie. Shaking their heads the two went back to trying to appear as small as possible. Of course their luck had deserted them the second they walked into the bar.
"Hey Kitty Cat, Rogue."
"Mon chere, Remy be looking f'r ya."
"Both of ya just shut up and sit down. Unless ya want yer guts shredded by adamantium claws."
Looking around the two, seeing Logan at the bar and deciding they liked their stomachs the way they were, followed Rogue's orders and hurriedly sat down opposite the girls.
Shooting a glance over to where the two girls sat Logan smirked, they seemed to have forgotten his sense of smell. The minute they'd walked in he'd smelt them. The smirk dropped when he saw who had joined them. With a growl he went to walk over there but was stopped but a dainty hand to his arm stopped him. Glaring at the tiny appendage he turned to tell the woman that he wasn't interested but the words died before they could leave his lips. Standing before him was a darkhaired angel. A ghost from the past. Only this one was very much alive.
"Nightshade?"
Looking over, Kitty saw her defence teacher standing near the bar, only now he wasn't alone. Nudging Rogue she pointed to the girl and whispered, "That's, like, the girl from the alley isn't it?"
Looking over Rogue saw that it was definitely the same girl. Her hair was short and jet black, with the fringe and tips dyed a vibrant blue. Her skin was as pale as Rogue's with the make-up. As in the alley her eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. She looked about eighteen and was clothed in a pair of tight fitting leather pants, a black halter top that while sitting along her collarbone in front dipped low in back. On her feet were a pair of black boots with a three-inch heel. Even with these heels she looked like she only reached 5'6.
"Logan. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Ten years isn't all that long darlin'."
"I guess not."
"What are ya doin' back in Bayville, Nightshade?"
"Business."
"What kind of business?"
"You'll find out soon enough Logan."
With that she went to turn away but just as quickly she turned back to face him. Reaching up she threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair while the other rested against his chest as she pulled him into a passionate kiss.
The kiss ended just as abruptly as it had begun when Nightshade pulled back.
"I'll see you around."
With that she turned and waltzed out the door.
The boys, who had also been watching let out a low whistle at the sight.
"Never picked the Wolverine for a cradle robbing paedophile."
"You take that back Lance Alvers! Mr Logan isn't like that!"
Putting a calming hand on her friend's shoulder Rogue watched as Logan seemed to shake himself out of his trance before he turned and began stalking towards the table at which they were sitting.
Gasping she suddenly remembered how sensitive his nose was and that he must have smelt them the second they walked into the bar.
When Logan arrived at the table he was met by silence, until Kitty spoke up.
"Mr. Logan, like, fancy seeing you here."
Kitty nervously laughed as she tried to lighten the situation but the laugh died a quick death at the look on Logan's face.
"Stripes, Half-pint, do ya wanna tell me what yer doin' in a bar with these two?"
"Um, well see, Mr. Logan, we uh…"
The younger girl turned to Rogue with a helpless expression, silently begging her to think of something.
"Tha professa sent us ta look for ya, Logan."
Nodding his head in a way that showed he didn't believe the girls, Logan turned his piercing gaze on the two boys. When no one else was forthcoming with an explanation he turned around and pulled a chair up to the table. Turning the chair around he straddled it and rested his elbows on the table.
"Now, since I know yer lyin' Stripes, I'm gonna sit here and wait until someone tells me the truth."
Sighing Lance sat forward and began to speak.
"They're here because I asked them to come. Well I asked Kitty to come but I told her to bring Rogue so that she didn't think I was drawing her into an ambush."
Grunting Logan turned this over in his head before looking at his two students.
"This true girls?"
The two nodded their heads while continuing to stare at the table.
Standing Logan waited for the two girls to stand as well before gesturing for them to precede him out of the bar. Throwing a growl at the two seated boys he left the bar making sure that the girls had gotten into the borrowed car and were waiting for him to mount his bike before leaving the car park. Unbeknownst to the three mutants, a second bike followed behind Logan's.
The second bike stopped outside the closed gates. Looking at the sign that proclaimed 'The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters' the rider smirked.
Well, well. Still here I see. I think I will answer Charlie's summons after all.
With one last look back at the large gates the rider turned her bike and rode off.
Xavier's Mansion
3 Days Later
To say that the house was huge would have been an understatement. Smirking under the cover of her helmet she drove through the gates and up to the residence of her long-time friend, Charles Xavier.
Charlie never did anything on a small scale. She thought herself as she pulled into the driveway.
Leaving her bike she moved to the door and punched in her security code before entering and then making her way towards Xavier's office.
"Come in Nightshade."
Opening the door she entered saying, "How'd you know it was me Charlie?"
"Elementary my dear Nightshade. I knew someone was outside my door and as I could not sense them psychically I deduced that it must have been you."
"Very astute of you. I guess reading all those Sherlock Holmes books did have a purpose. So, what did you want to see me about?"
Gesturing her towards a seat he steepled his fingers in front of him and contemplated how best to begin the discussion. Knowing her hatred of beating around the bush he knew he had to be direct but how does one ask a girl as private as Nightshade about a man who may have once been her lover.
"I'd rather you get straight to the point. There's no need to sugar-coat whatever it is that you're going to say."
"Very well then. The reason I have called you here is that I need your help. It's. . ."
Two Hours Later
'X-Men, please come to my office.'
Hearing the professor's voice in their heads all the members currently not on a mission made their way to the professor's office. Five minutes later all of the team stood outside of the professor's office. All except Ororo and Logan who were away on a retrieval mission.
'Come in.'
Slowly the team entered unsure of what to expect. Inside they found only the professor waiting for them.
"I had hoped to wait until Logan and Ororo had returned before introducing you to her but circumstances have changed since I originally made that decision."
Turning he faced a dark corner of the room and continued.
"I would like to introduce an old friend of mine. Nightshade, if you please."
The room was silent save for four sharply drawn-in breaths as Nightshade stepped forward. Once again Kitty, Kurt, Rogue, Jean and Scott were faced with the same girl from the alley and from the alley. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses and she was clothed once more in a pair of tight fitting leather pants and black boots with a three-inch heel. Her top was fitted black tee shirt, over that she wore a well loved leather jacket.
Looking at the five staring mutants the professor chuckled before saying, "As usual my dear you seem to have already had quite an effect on some of the students here, without even having met them previously."
"That's where you're wrong. We have met before; in fact they're the ones got in between me and my food."
Her voice was a rich blend of an English accent and something uniquely Australian. It was a voice that managed to enchant all the males in the room, except the professor and Beast.
"Very well. Students if you would please introduce yourselves to Nightshade ."
Scott was the first to step forward and introduce himself.
"I'm Scott Summers or Cyclops. "
Standing up beside Scott, Ms. Priss - I mean Jean, introduced herself.
"I'm Jean Grey. If you'd like Scott and I can show you around the institute and Bayville later."
"Thanks Shades, Red but I already know my way around both."
Huffing at the nicknames the two sat back down whilst still trying to look down on all the other occupants, except for Xavier and Beast of course.
"Mah name's Rogue."
Looking at the goth she realized that this one was unique. Not only in her looks but her attitude. Despite the fact that she was in a room full of people she seemed to stand alone, much like a certain feral mutant she knew. Very interesting.
"I'm Kitty or Shadowcat."
"Gutt morgan. My name iz Kurt Vagner or Nightcrawler."
Smiling Nightshade said, "Nice to meet you."
"Ah'm Sam Guthrie but Ah'm also called Cannonball."
"I'm Bobby Drake or Iceman but you can call me anything you want."
"That's real nice of you Icepick."
The room laughed at the look on Bobby's face as the introductions continued until finally she had met everyone except for the absent Ororo and Logan.
"So, like, what's your power?"
Smiling mysteriously Nightshade made her way to the door. Before she disappeared she turned back and said, "You'll find out once Logan and Ororo return."
With that said, she turned and left leaving the occupants of the office to stare after her.
A/N: This chapter turned out nothing like I expected thanx to some very stubborn characters and a psychotic muse. So I can't figure out if I like it or not. Please review and tell me what you think. It might even shut the muse up. Damn thing sits on my shoulder and does nothing but whisper nasty little suggestions. Although he is helpful if ya wanna kill an annoying character, say Jean for example. So if ya wanna borrow him I won't mind. Really I won't. In fact you can keep him if you really want.
You can't get rid off me that easily. Delete that.
Bastard.
Watch your mouth.
That's rather hard to do considering one's nose, no matter how small, get's in the way of ones watching of their mouth.
Just delete it.
Fine, I've deleted it.
Good.
Please help me. Kneels down and begs.
p.s. I will try to have the next two chapters up in the next few days, there r jus' a few kinks and quirks i need ta work out first.
as always please review and tell me what ya think.