AN: Just so you know I revised a couple of things in the previous chapters. Caressa doesn't live in an apartment, she lives in a house. She's not studying to become a social worker, but a journalist. And the immediate attraction to Kurt and took out. I also fixed a mistake I made by calling the moon her father and god. :-p The moon is her mother and goddess. Oops. slaps self in face being a pagan myself I shouldn't have made that mistake. :-p heh heh. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it. I know there's a bunch of spelling mistakes and such in there. My beta's gonna help me fix it but for now, I wanted tog et this up considering that last chapter was posted almost 2 years ago. :-p
Caressa and Colleen sat in Caressa's bedroom talking best friend talk.
"Do you think I'll ever meet anyone? Or am I going to die alone?" Colleen asked, dipping a chip into some dip and then taking a bite.
Caressa light smacked Colleen on the arm, "Colleen! You're only 19! You have the rest of your life in front of you! Please don't give me that crap about how you're only happy when you're in a relationship. I thought you grew out f that."
"I did. But it's been two years since my last one, and I'm kinda lonely for that kind of companionship. I mean I love that you're my best friend, but you can't give me that kind of love."
Caressa grinned, "I could if you want." She teased.
Colleen pushed Caressa down playfully, "Shut up! You're such a flirt! But seriously," Colleen stopped and thought a bit here, "Can't you do one of your spells to make something happen?"
Caressa nodded slowly, "I could. But……"
"But what?"
"Well, if you have a certain someone in mind. You can forget about it. Magick doesn't work like that. I can't make someone like you. But I can make it so you and someone else find each other. And you have to realize it may not work the way you want. You may just meet someone who will become a very good friend or if you do have a love relationship with this person it may not last. I mean you're only 19 you have the rest of you're life to met 'the one'."
"How are you so calm about the way you live you're live, Care? I mean people usually spend theirs rushing though it, even me. Always trying to get things done now."
"Because I am in no rush. I just let things happen. Everything happens just when it's supposed to, and I know that. So there's no sense in me forcing it."
"But life's too short to just wait around, don't you think?"
"You're right Life is too short. But I would rather be happy and care-free in those years, than be always worried about when something's going to happen. Mind you, I don't just sit around and expect things to happen. I do my part and leave the rest up to fate. But for now I have my priorities. Like finishing school for example."
"I wish I could be more like you. You're so calm about everything."
"Not true! I have my moments where I spaz out."
"Yes, but it's usually because you're hyper or drunk."
Caressa opened her mouth to say something, but there was suddenly a knock at the door, "Who in the hell could that be?" Caressa wondered aloud as she got up to answer the door.
"Yes, who would be knocking at your door at 3 o'clock in the afternoon? How dare they!" Colleen replied.
Caressa laughed, "Shut up. Stop making fun of me."
At last Caressa reached the front door and opened it. She suddenly went from a good, silly mood to an annoyed one.
"Unless you're here to replace the beer you drank I don't have time for this." Caressa said to Logan who was standing at the door.
"Actually I've come to drop off a letter Kurt asked me to give you." Logan held up an envelope.
"Who is it, Care?" Colleen walked up behind her friend to investigate. Who was this stunningly rugged man her friend was talking to?
Caressa took the envelope, "Kurt? Why didn't he deliver it himself?"
"I think that the letter states why."
"Kurt?" Colleen jumped in, "Who's Kurt? And who's that?"
Caressa heaved a sigh, "Colleen, Logan. Logan, Colleen. And Kurt's a new friend."
"Oh I see," Colleen smirked, "Is he the reason you're supposedly 'not in any rush'?"
Caressa pivoted her head to look at her friend, "No. He's just a friend. And you," she turned back to Logan, "You've done what you came to do, so you can leave now."
Caressa was about to close the door when she heard a "Hey you!" from across the street. She took a step outside to see who was so bold as to talk to her that way. Five young males about her age walked across the street towards her.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah. You're the mutie-lover aren't you?"
"Excuse me?"
Logan cocked an eyebrow, "Mutie-lover?" This just got a little personal.
"Yeah. We saw you in the woods the other night, interfering with us."
"Interfering?" Caressa asked and took a step closer to them.
"Yeah. We had everything under control until you stepped in and rescued that Mutant."
"Mutant?" Colleen asked concerned, "Care, what are they saying?"
Caressa ignored Colleen's question, "So you're the ones that felt the need to beat up Kurt."
"Kurt? Wait, he's a mutant." Colleen seemed horrified.
"Colleen, please!" Caressa said annoyed.
"No. You helped and then befriended a mutant and now you're acting like there's nothing wrong with that?" Colleen had stepped down and had made her way beside this group of guys.
"There IS nothing wrong with that! I think we all just need to calm down."
"No," one of the guys said, "You need to calm down." Then suddenly he slapped her across the face.
"Hey!" Logan stepped in, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Teaching her what's right!" Another said.
"I think she already knows what's right. Though I think you may be a little confused."
"Why are you standing up for her? You got a thing for her?"
"Hey now. Let's not get carried away."
"Or are you a mutie-lover too? Or maybe you're a mutie yourself?" The guy pushed Logan back a bit.
"Watch it bub. You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Oh yeah? Whatcha going to do to me, mutie?" He pushed Logan again.
"Push me again, and you'll find out."
Boldly they guy stepped forward so that he and Logan were face to face and pushed him again.
Logan cocked his head, "Okay, I warned you."
Caressa grabbed Logan's arm, preventing him from doing anything. Logan looked over to her with a questioning expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" Caressa asked.
Logan smiled, "what I do best, darlin'." Logan winked at her before diving into the crowd.
Logan and Caressa sat on either side of her kitchen Island sucking back beer and laughing about the situation that happened moments before.
"I don't understand it though." Caressa said after calming her laughter, "There's not a mark on you."
"Yes, well, we all have our own special talents." Logan replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Caressa took another swig of her beer.
Logan point with his beer bottle to the counter behind her, "Pass me one of those knives over there."
Caressa's eyes widened, "Why?"
"Don't worry I'm not going to do anything to you. It's just easy for me to show you than to explain it."
"Ummm. Okay?" Caressa passed him her chef's knife and then sat back down.
"Now watch." Logan took the knife and wrapped his fist around the blade. But before he could do anything Caressa jumped up.
"What are you doing?"
"Relax and just watch will ya?" That being said he quickly withdrew the knife from his fist. Caressa watched wide-eyed as he held his hand out for her to see. She wasn't completely sure what it was that he wanted her to see, until she saw his flesh start to pull back together and heal itself.
"Holy hell!" Caressa said and jumped back a little.
Logan couldn't help but laugh. He got up and rinse what blood was left on his hand.
"So what? That's you're uh…… you're……. what do they call it any?" Caressa asked confused.
"Well, the Professor calls it gifts or ablities. And yes, that one of them."
"And you're others?"
"Well, I also have heightened senses and agility. And uh." He held his fist up a little so she could see and withdrew his claws.
Caressa jumped back yet again, "What the shit?"
Logan chuckled and retracted his claws.
"Just out of curiosity, and you don't have to answer this if it's not my place to ask, which I suspect it isn't. What are uh, Kurt's gifts?"
"Well he BAMF's."
"He what?"
"He BAMF's." Logan chuckled, "He's a teleporter. It's just when he does it makes this noise that sounds like BAMF. I constantly tease him about it. He also is practically invisible in the shadows and he can climb up walls. Not to mention he's very acrobatic and pretty good with a sword. Loves Errol Flynn movies ... but I try not to hold it against him ..."
Caressa gasped, "Errol Flynn rocks! I mean come on! The Adventures of Robin Hood and The Murder at Monte Carlo?"
"Oh boy." Logan rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb.
"Don't forget about The Green Light."
"So uh, what'd the letter say?" Logan said changing the subject.
Caressa furrowed her and then came to realization, "Oh! Ummm, well, I guess I should find out."
"Mmmm. Well, as you're doing that I guess I'll go and get you that six-pack or I'll never hear the end of it."
"Nope."
After Caressa saw Logan to the door she headed back to the kitchen and opened Kurt's letter. She suddenly was hit with a lonely feeling when she saw his handwriting. She didn't think it was possible to miss someone this much after having met them only once.
Dear Caressa,
I apologize for not coming to see like I said I would. And yes, I realize it's been a month without hearing from me. The Professor has kept me quite busy lately. Which is why I am sending you this letter; I have to leave for awhile only about two weeks. The head priest at the monastery where I lived for years has recently past away and I must go to the funeral and pay my respects.
I want to thank you again for what you have done for me. And to show you my appreciation I would like to have dinner with you when I return. I can only hope you agree.
Your friend,
Kurt
Caressa put down the letter gently on the counter. She had hoped that the letter would have invited her out sooner. But she understood that he had to be where he was. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed though. Slowly she began to feel dizzy so she leaned over the counter to put her head down, but it didn't help much. Suddenly she was hit with a wave of nausea and made a bee line to the washroom. After awhile she felt a gentle hand on her back. She looked up from the toilet and saw Logan standing over her.
She hated it when people saw her like this, especially someone like him.
"Had too much to drink have you?" Logan said and cocked an eyebrow.
Caressa turned to face him and leaned her back against the wall. She chuckled, "Yeah. I guess you can say that."
"You going to be okay?"
Caressa slowly stood up, "Yeah I'll be fine." She flushed the toilet embarrassed and wiped her face with a towel after rinsing her mouth out. She motioned with her hand to the door, "Let's go back to the kitchen shall we?"
When they got back to the kitchen Caressa was greeted by a 24 pack of MGD on the island.
She nodded slowly in approval, "MGD. You've got good taste."
"Yeah, well it's my personal favourite. So what'd the letter say?" Logan said as he resumed his place in the stool he was sitting in earlier.
"Oh," Caressa pushed some hair behind her ear, still trying to fight off the nausea, "Nothing much. Just 'thank you for what you did'. That kind of stuff."
"Did he explain why he couldn't be here himself?"
"Yeah," She sighed and sat down, "He had to go back to Germany for a couple of weeks for a funeral."
"A couple of weeks? For a funeral?"
"Well, maybe he wants to visit for a bit. I mean if I'm assuming correctly he hasn't been there for awhile. If I were him I'd want to stay and catch up with old friends."
"Make sense."
"Listen, Logan." Caressa said after a brief silence, "I have to ask. Why all of a sudden are standing up for me the way you did? I mean the last time you were here we were at each other's throats. And now, well you're acting all concerned about me suddenly."
"Any friend of Kurt's is a friend of mine. Well, except for Scott but that's a whole other story. Plus, there's not many people who would do what you did for him without wanting something in return. Also, I just don't tolerate guys who hit women. And now I can see that you're a good friend to have. You didn't have to stand up for Kurt like that, but you did. And I respect that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, well, plus Kurt wouldn't leave me alone for a good week until I changed my mind about you."
Caressa chuckled, "I guess I was wrong about you too. I mean after protecting me like that, even if you did think that what he said about you having a thing for me was an insult." Here they laughed together, "Listen. Saturday: tomorrow, I'm having a big get together with a bunch of friends here. I'd really like it if you came."
Logan sat back in his stool and crossed his arms across his chest, "I don't know."
"Don't worry all of my friends don't care about the whole, umm, mutant thing. And it not like you can tell just by looking at you."
"What about that friend of yours that was here today?"
Caressa sighed, "I'll talk to her. She's just like most people. She's afraid of things she doesn't understand."
"And you understand?"
"Well, not completely, but I'm trying. Logan, I don't make snap judgement about people no mater who or what they are. I thought that was clear."
"Sorry. I just find it hard to trust people."
"And I don't blame you. But you have to come. Please come."
"I'll think about it. But I'm not making any promises. And if I do come what do I get out of it?" Logan said slyly with a smirk.
"A truce." Caressa said without skipping a beat.
Logan nodded, "I'll take it."
"So that means you're coming tomorrow?"
Logan heaved a sigh, "Fine. But I get to bring a friend so I won't feel completely alone."
"Deal."
"Okay. Well I gotta start putting the beer away and start cleaning up."
"I'll help you since I didn't do the dishes last time."
"Yeah! What the hell? You can do everything right now then. The beer goes in the bar fridge that's in the cupboard under the middle island. And the recycling bin's on the front porch. With that Caressa left Logan to do the work.