Whisperings - Settling In
By kiragecko

Time passes.

Notes - re: new arrival

It's been two weeks and we've got nothing from her. The garden is a flattened, soggy mess. No one goes outside. Ororo's back from the Savage Land with her team and is managing to at least calm the weather. Whisper's got far more raw power than Storm. She also has an impressive temper.

She will, under no circumstances, see anyone on Storm's team. She also refuses to say anything about her past. In fact, the only person she still seems comfortable talking to is Emma, surprisingly enough. It might be the fact that Emma seems to find 'Mrs. Drake' funny instead of offensive.

She refers to everyone by their last name. We've asked her to be more informal but it obviously makes her uncomfortable. The only success we've had is with 'Kitty' and that's only because Kitty was ready to kill Whisper if the name 'Mrs. Wisdom' was ever mentioned again.

I think I like her. She's like no one I've ever met before. 140 pounds of solid muscle on a broad, big boned, frame. Spiky, white hair. I'm almost sure she'll have a swagger when she can walk normally again. And her flight! 'Ro rises into the air on a graceful breeze. Whisper jerks into the sky with a sudden gust that almost knocks everyone over, including herself. She's been flying a lot, since she can't really walk. We keep the front door open so we don't have to deal with any more broken windows. We're lucky that it's warm out.

We've had some intriguing hints into what her world was like. She's never seen a movie. Almost spits whenever she talks about America. Her list of people she won't see keeps on growing. After a very uncomfortable meeting with Rogue, where she had to fight not to cry, they're avoiding each other. She just stared at Remy, silently, for so long that he excused himself and hasn't been back. She was horrified by the new Bobby and told him he didn't deserve Emma if he was going to be such a jerk. That didn't go too well. The list goes on.

I wish she'd agree to talk to Rachel. Hank insists it would help her. I agree. Rachel refused to tell me that she was my daughter for years. If she could explain to Whisper the pain that caused both of us, I'm sure everything would be much calmer around here. Especially since it's painfully obvious who she's avoiding.

Whisper was in the garden for the first time. The damage horrified her.

"Mom's going to kill me," she muttered, before she caught herself. Her mother wasn't here to kill her.

It was a beautiful day and she started to relax. Alex's team had challenged Scott's to a game of baseball and sibling rivalry was fierce. Whisper was rather hazy on the rules but it looked like Scott's team was winning. Alex insinuated it was because his brother had stolen a teammate and intense arguing broke out about whose team Wolverine was on. The X-Man in question wandered over to the watcher.

"Enjoyin' yerself?"

"Yes. What's a home run?"

"Get all the way round. What you used ta playin'?"

"Football and hockey mostly."

"Hockey's a good game."

"You taught me."

She regretted the words the minute she said them but he didn't seem to notice.

"Not played in a lot of places. You any good?"

"Not with one leg."

He wanted to know where she was from, where hockey was played in her world. The comfortable feeling she'd had vanished.

"I'm heading back inside. Looks like your team's ready for you."

"Which one?"

He grinned at her. On impulse she dived at him, trying to knock him over. He hit the ground hard, unable to roll with a body on top of him. She leaped back to avoid his hands, landing hard on the broken leg. Fell laughing.

"You're so slow!"

"I wasn't expectin' ta get attacked by some nice little girl with bad hair."

"You said you were always ready."

"Did I tell ya you should be, too?"

She was already rolling. He caught her on the second roll.

"You do this kinda thing to me a lot?"

There was a moment of confusion in her laughing eyes and then she tried to break away.

"Sorry, forgot who you were for a moment. I should go."

"It's no problem. Always enjoy a good fight. Did I teach you to do that?"

Her eyes went down. She smelled of memories and sadness. "Yeah. You taught everyone."

Logan let her leave, rubbing his jaw where she'd struck home. Wondering what it would be like if ALL your memories were of things that hadn't happened. Wondering what it would be like if instead of constantly meeting people you couldn't remember, you constantly met people who didn't remember you.

He'd taught her well, anyways. That had been a very impressive punch.