A New Rose Chapter 3: Don't Let Me Get Me, a X-Men: The Movie + Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Crossover fanfic

A New Rose

Disclaimer:
As always, I own nothing.

Rating:
T

Genre:
Romance/Family/Angst

Pairing:
Coulsye

Lyrics Used:
Nickelback "When We Stand Together"
Linkin Park "Somewhere I Belong"

Don't Let Me Get Me

"Logan!" Professor Charles Xavier greeted his colleague and trusted friend, brightly. "Just the man I wanted to see." He added, entering his friend's quarters.

"Professor." Logan greeted, as the professor's hovering wheelchair came to a stop in front of him. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a job for you-" The professor began, warmly, before Logan cut him off, abruptly.

"Of course you do." Logan drawled, with a sense of dread, wondering how hazardous this 'job' would be.

"Don't fret, Logan." Charles replied, lightly. "This one is simple." Logan remained silent as he awaited his orders. "I've just returned from Cerebro where I saw something quite remarkable." Charles added, awestruck by what he'd just seen.

"What'd ya see?" Logan wondered, gruffly.

"I've found a young woman who desperately needs our help." Charles replied, Logan sensing the urgency in his friend's voice. "She's just discovered her powers – powers that are quite strong and terrifying to her." He explained. "She's also in danger, Logan."

"Danger?" Logan repeated, interest suddenly peaked. "What kinda danger?"

"There are people hunting her and I cannot decipher their intentions for her." Charles replied. "She's running, Logan. She's terrified not only of herself but of the intentions of those hunting her."

"You want me to find her." Logan surmised, sensing where this conversation was going.

"And, bring her back here." Charles added. "I'd like to try to help her the best we can." He added, thoughtfully. "Her powers could be quite beautiful if she could learn to control them rather than letting them control her."

I wanna heal I wanna feel what I thought was never real | I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long | (Erase all the pain 'till it's gone) | I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real | I wanna find something I've wanted all along | Somewhere I belong

Skye had been on the run for so long, she'd forgotten how long she'd been traveling or even how far she'd gone and had even lost track of where she was. That is, until she came along a large, rectangle-shaped stone sign engraved with Welcome to Boulder City Home of the Historic Hoover Dam. Well, at least now I know what city I'm in. She thought to herself, sarcastically. She, then, turned her attention to the cars passing by her on the highway to her left. Huh. Guess I'm in Nevada she added, noting that the majority of the tags on the cars were Nevada state tags. She was soon snapped out of her reverie when she felt herself collide with a surprisingly firm chest. "Oh! Sorry!" She spoke first, apologetically. "Sorry, that was my fault. I really need to pay attention to where I'm going."

"No need to apologize." The gruff voice directed Skye's attention upward to look the man before her in the face. The man's wavy chocolate brown hair curled up on either side – reminding Skye somewhat of horns. The matching brown eyes were intense without being threatening. And, his sculpted muscles were clad in a brown leather jacket but still peeked out through the plain white muscle tee underneath. Despite his intense appearance, Skye didn't feel threatened. But, that's not to say that she wasn't on edge. When on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D., she couldn't be too careful. "You just made my job a whole lot easier." He added. Even though his voice was light and casual, Skye still didn't fully trust him.

"Oh, yeah?" Skye challenged, surprising herself with how effectively she masked her trepidation in her voice. "And, just what job might that be?" She added, suddenly wishing she'd brought a pistol or an I.C.E.R. or – hell, any weapon, for that matter – with her.

"To find you." The stranger before her replied. However, before he could say another word, Skye moved to bolt around him. Reaching out, the stranger swiftly wrapped both of his arms around Skye – halting her in place – despite her kicking and fighting against him. "Sh-shh. Take it easy." The stranger whispered, gently, in her ear. "Take it easy, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

"Oh yeah?!" Skye grunted, breathless from struggling to break free from the stranger's grasp. "And, why should I believe that?"

"Because the man that sent me to find you ordered me to keep you safe." The stranger replied, gently. "And, because I'm a lot like you."

"Somehow, I seriously doubt that!" Skye hissed, still struggling against his strong grip.

"Oh, you'd be surprised." The stranger added, moving them to hide behind a large boulder.

"After the things I've seen … Not a lot surprises me anymore." Skye grunted, exhausting herself from her strenuous escape attempts. "But, go ahead … Amuse me." She challenged.

"Well, now, see … To do that, I gotta let ya go." The stranger informed her, snidely. "And, if you wanna see it, ya gotta stay put."

"Fine." Skye relented, knowing full-well that she was too tired to try to escape, anyway.

"At's the spirit." The stranger chided her as he finally released his grip on her.

"Well?!" Skye replied, raising her arms to show that she was still there. "I'm still here!" She added, impatiently. "Show me what ya got!"

"All right …" The stranger replied, stepping back and away from Skye. The young hacktivist eyed him, carefully, as he lowered his hands – clenched into fists – down to his sides, with the palms facing toward her. The next thing she knew, long metal claws extended out of his fists from between his knuckles.

"Shit …" Skye breathed, quietly. That looks like it's gotta hurt. "Well, I gotta say … You, sir, have done the impossible." She added, snidely. "You've impressed me. And, that is not easily done, Mr …" She trailed off, realizing that the stranger with the claws before her had never given her his name.

"Just call me 'Logan'." The stranger replied, gently. "And, you must be Skye." He concluded.

"How do you know my name?" Skye questioned, carefully, back on edge.

"Because a dear friend of mine – who has powers just like us – and his powers helped him find you." Logan replied, trying to explain the situation to the best of his abilities. "He was able to see you in his mind and he was able to see your powers. He was able to see what you can do."

"So, then, you know how dangerous it is for you to be anywhere near me." Skye argued, her desperation and her self-deprecation evident in her voice. "I destroy everything around me."

"That's only because you haven't learned how to control your abilities-" Logan began, only to be cut off by Skye.

"I tried to control it!" Skye interjected, clearly frustrated. "And, it hurt me! I have hairline fractures all up and down the lengths of my arms from trying to control my powers!"

"It's not gonna happen overnight, Skye." Logan argued, trying to reassure the desperate young woman before him. "But, my friends and I – we can help you! We can protect you and help you learn to control your powers rather than your powers controlling you!"

"You sound pretty confident about that …" Skye replied, surprising herself with the knowledge that she was actually considering taking Logan up on his offer to help her.

"It's true, Skye." Logan replied, seeing that he was getting through to her. "But, you have to trust us." He added, hoping that he could gain her trust. "I need you to trust me enough to come back with me. If you come with me, I promise you … We will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and help you control your abilities." He offered. "You'd be amazed at what you're actually capable of, Skye … Your powers don't have to be terrifying. But, you've never had anyone guide you – teach you about your powers and who you were always meant to be. Once you've had that … Your powers could be beautiful, Skye." He added, surprising Skye with how sure he sounded of himself and what he was telling her.

The young woman before him remained silent as she appeared to be taking in everything he was saying. If she were to be completely honest with herself, Skye desperately hoped everything Logan was telling her was true. And, she had seen a small glimmer of the beauty in her powers with the water faucet back at the cabin. Maybe there could be hope for me, after all. Skye thought to herself as she finally made up her mind. "Okay." She spoke simply but surely.

"'Okay'?" Logan repeated, curiously.

"Okay." Skye affirmed, smiling shyly. "I trust you. Show me that my trust isn't misplaced." She added, warmly. "Show me how beautiful my powers can be."

Author's Note:
I've decided to keep my chapters fairly short since I know that – for me – shorter chapters are easier to read as it's easier for me to read shorter chapters without getting distracted. So, I hope you'll all enjoy this story as I continue on with this project. Also, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about my other stories. I do still plan on continuing those stories, as well. But, right now, I just have too much inspiration for this story to be able to focus on any others. But, please bear with me … I will continue the others once inspiration strikes for them.

~Skye Coulson