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Chapter 5: Parental Bonging
"Ya fight pretty descent kid." Logan growled, barely moving out of the way of an uppercut. They were fighting all-out. No powers save their unnatural endurance, speed, coordination etc. Logan had never thought that Iris had these kinds of moves, and it was taking him to the farthest he had been in a while, damn he was loving it. He threw a roundhouse kick that landed in her side. As it did, she back flipped and let her foot land to his face. They both flew back, Logan landed on his feet, and Iris flipped (she likes flipping doesn't she?) on her hands to a handstand. Iris held her side for such a quick second; it looked as if she did not do it all. Logan wiped a little blood draining down his chin, and waited a few more seconds while his body used his healing factor to put his noise back in place, but before it could finish she lunged at him with such force, the wind around her whistled. He went on the defensive pushing her back at little, just enough to give him room to throw her into the wall. Iris' feet connected with the wall, and she used it as a spring and jumped off the wall, throwing herself at Logan. He grabbed her, and as they lunged at the other wall, they were in a tangled ball passing licks back and forth.
"Fuck Iris! If I knew we were gonna fight this long, I wouda prepared." Logan told her as he hit her in the face, and the lick was only returned. Before either could move, they hit the wall with such force, anyone else would be in the med wing for a week. When Logan moved the rubble and pulled himself up, Iris was already up and in a defensive stance, looking as though she had never connected with anything. She wore a loose pair of gray sweet pants and a white tank top with the X-Men insignia in the middle. The shirt had been heavily damaged with cuts and rips, but the skin underneath was fine. Her hair was in a tight braid down her back, with a gold round hair clip around the end. Logan realized that at the nap of her neck she had wrapped her hair in a semi large bun, just enough so her hair would not drag the ground. She had opted for no shoes. Her eyes were not covered, so she looked like a little cartoon character. Logan pulled himself up, feeling the last remains of his body healing itself from the deep cuts and abrasions.
"Hey kid, I'd love ta stay here and fight some more, but I'm hungry, and I know ya are too.
Logan looked at Iris' face, as if for the first time the word 'food' was registering in her head. She put her hand on her stomach and laughed.
"Knew ya were hungry. Lets go."
Iris huffed and bent down in a race stance. Logan knew what she wanted, and he gladly complied. They raced all the way to the kitchen.
Logan looked in the icebox for a moment and then turned around.
"Pizza?"
Iris nodded yeah.
Logan stuck the pizza in the oven and pulled a seat next to Iris. They sat in silence for a moment, and then Logan noticed that his sweat pants had a large cut across the leg.
*Must have been from the wall *
Then for the first time, Logan noticed just how weary Iris' faced looked. She really wasn't a kid, in fact she looked like she could be at most 24, but that was to his eyes. To anyone else she would have been perceived as a teenager. He saw her eyes that gave away much more than her face could. They were ageless eyes, eyes that might have seen the end of the world, but would never let anyone know, things that would frighten the fiercest of men into submission, things that had aged her too early. Logan noticed that she was still extremely exotic and beautiful despite these very few flaws. Logan saw the slight look of utter concentration on her face. That was the same look she had had the first day she had been brought here, and no matter her mood, that look always remained, even if it was very faint, he could see it at all times.
Iris looked up to see Logan staring at her intently. She looked down at his hands, and saw where his claws came out. She snaked her hand over to his, and touched the spots where they would appear. She looked up at him expectantly.
"Yeah Riz they hurt when they come out, all the time." Logan said toneless, calling her by her nickname that him and Ororo had given her."
Iris walked to a drawer in the kitchen and got a small piece of paper and a pencil, and sat back down. She wrote the words: How did you get them?
Logan read the words, and sighed, something he didn't do too often. This girl... no woman had weaseled her way under his skin since the first day in the cafeteria.
"Ya wanna hear this ki...Iris?" He had told himself that this was not a kid, and she most likely would not liked to be called as such.
Se shook her head yes.
Suddenly, her eyes became slightly bigger, and her face too attentive for her own good. Logan smirked. She was obviously sincere about wanting to hear him.
"I really don't know how. Have no idea in hell, how I got this shit in my body. This metal runs through my entire body." He ran his hands through his hair. How was he suppose to tell her everything. He knew she would accept no less than everything and the truth.
"I have...uumm..." Iris encouraged him on by pulling closer to him and patting his hand and smiling. Logan smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.
"I have nightmares Riz. Fucked up nightmares. I don't know what the hell they all mean. They're just pieces to a big ass puzzle I can't solve. All I know is that I was some kind of experiment. Of course, this metal isn't natural. I see em' smiling in my nightmares." Logan said through clenched teeth as his hands formed fist, and his claws started sliding in back and forth. Iris calmed him, as he continued.
"Humans. Toasting to their little fucking experiment. I know that I was a lab rat to someone, but who I don't know. I don't know who I was before 15 years ago. Woke up in the snow in Canada. Sometimes I can't sleep at all. Marie tried ta wake me up one night, and I put my claws through her back." He had said the last sentence with bitterness."
He looked up at Iris. That had been one of the hardest things; to tell her all of his most secret moments, but he trusted Iris completely. He felt SLIGHTLY better that now someone else knew, and who better to tell, but this person, though he hadn't known her long, which he felt was quickly becoming like a da...good friend. When he looked up at her again he was shocked to see the crimson tears flowing freely from her now red film covered eyes. He pulled quickly to her side and put his hands around her shoulders.
"What's wrong Iris? Tell me!
She looked up at him.
"If this is pity, please stop it now! He ordered.
Iris put her head on his shoulder, as her tears fell to his shirt leaving bloodstains.
"What's wrong with you Iris?" Logan asked now concerned. He had told her if it was pity to stop crying, but he knew her well enough to know it wasn't pity.
*And why in da hell are her tears blood? *
"Iris come on write somethin'. Why are ya cryin'? Why are ya tears blood?
Suddenly.
"I am crying because, I have nightmares too. Horrible nightmares. I do not sleep at night because, it feels as if they will engulf me, and I should be doomed to never see the warm light again." Iris whispered in his ear through a raspy voice, because of her crying. Logan heard it all clearly though, and he also heard her very heavily accented voice. It almost sounded like, though, she was speaking English, it was on the verge of becoming another language. But hell she was talking!
"Ya can talk!"
As quick as the tears had appeared, they just stopped. Only note that she had been crying were the two trails of now dry blood going down her face. She sat up, no longer leaning on Logan's shoulder. She wiped her face, getting the blood off.
"Yes I have full use of my vocals. Forgive me for the deception. I suppose that me deceiving all of you was not proper manner, but it was necessary for personal reasons I assure you." Iris said looking at him.
"Well damn! And all this time I felt sorry for ya." Logan said though he said it laughing."
"I never asked for your pity, nor did I have you think I needed it Logan." She said smiling.
Logan stopped laughing and asked her a serious question.
"Tell my about your nightmares Riz."
"No."
"Huh?"
"I said No."
"Why."
Iris huffed.
"Logan, yes I know I may have coaxed you into telling me your troubles, but mine are not easily put into words. Mine are pieces, just as yours are, but mine are quick etches through my already troubled mind. So much on my mind plus the nightmares. It aches sometimes you know, it actually aches my mind; it is why I do not sleep. I truly want you to know my thoughts, just as I know yours, but as I have stated already, I cannot put them into words. The incredible Iris scared of her own dreams."
Iris stood and held her hands out in exaggeration and emphasize of her point.
"Oh the comprehensive irony in ones own life. It boggles ones mind to think that life is ruled by unpredictable irony. That is forces you into your own fate of unknowing and that ever present unpredictability and uncertainty."
Logan was speechless. She knew something he didn't, for her to be speaking of irony in such a way. It could have been that they both had the nightmares, but Logan felt that it would be a long time before he understood her little speech she had just given. He did not know how right he was.
"Iris."
Iris turned around and looked at Logan.
"Yes Logan."
She then realized what she had said, and sat down quickly.
"I won't make ya say anything ya don't wanna. When ya can put 'them' into words,......will ya tell me?
"Yes Logan. You will be the first soul that I will tell.
They stood and hugged each other, as she whispered a "thank you" in his ear.
"Ya welcome Riz." He whispered back.
As they backed away, she glanced at the clock.
"My god, it is 3:25, and I believe we engaged in fighting at 6:15, ended at 1:30, and arrived here at 1:45.
"Damn." Logan whistled. "We were fightin that long?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"And talkin that long too?"
"Believe so."
All of a sudden.
"Iris do ya smell somethin'?"
Iris sniffed.
"My god!"
They looked at each other and said at the same time.
"The pizza!"
Logan ran to the oven, and opened it, only to have large clouds of smoke appear, him cursing expletives while dropping the pizza, and the smoke alarm going off.
"Oh god, we are about to make a spectacle."
"So what."
Everyone soon came running in, including most of the students, Scott, Jean, and Ororo. They looked around and saw a stone face Iris, an agitated Logan, and a fucked up pizza, and pizza pan on the floor. Logan had noticed that when everyone walked in, Iris' face became unreadable again. Not that he couldn't read anything, even when she was happy or when she had just cried, it had been a little softer when they had talked.
"What happened here?" Scott asked, obviously agitated he had been awakened.
"What the hell does it look like One-Eye?" Logan smirked. "We burned a pizza."
Ororo walked around Scot and the children, and revealed herself to Iris and Logan. She looked at Iris, and the woman only smirked and bowed slightly. She looked at Logan, and all of a sudden, she became fixed in place by his heated gaze.
Logan was speechless. All he could get out was a low "Damn", from his throat. Ororo had on a white robe that hung a few inches below her knees. A silk sash belted it low at the waist, and the neckline was low in a V shape. He realized that she had a matching nightgown underneath. It seemed to come just a few inches above the knees. Both of them hugged her body somewhat. Her thick white hair was pulled into a loose braid. He hadn't even looked at Jean, who was obviously a little more than mad about this, but Ororo was too hypnotizing. Then Remy came around.
"Hey une petite chere amie. What da ruckus be about."
Iris looked at Logan, who smiled, and as she walked past him and to Remy's side, she leaned into him and whispered.
"We had a little mishap Remy. Oh and please do not say anything yet, about my voice."
Remy was shocked, but he didn't say anything. Instead he kissed her squarely on the lips. Iris was shocked speechless (wouldn't this be a pun?), but when she saw his eyes, she only smiled. She knew he hadn't meant anything by it, and she loved making the girls jealous, and it'd be damned to hell if it didn't make them mad. She rubbed his cheek affectionately, and walked back to Logan. She walked up and stood in front of him. He had eventually stopped looking at Ororo, but only with great concentration. Iris thought to him:
*Logan, do you see the despicable way that Jean is staring at me? How about you and me ...what is it you say..."stir up some fuckin' trouble" *
Logan didn't think he could respond through mind communication, but hey if Jean hated Iris so much, then he love to help with that. He also looked at her funny, when she thought of the expletive in his head. She sounded funny as hell when she cursed. He knew what he was about to do might stir up trouble, but who gave a damn! As long as he knew, and Iris knew, that it was only a little fun. We walked up close behind her and put one hand leisurely around her neck and let his hand fall in front of her, while the other hand snaked around her waist. He rested his chin on her left shoulder, and began telling her something in her ear, so low that only they heard it. Ororo looked curious, but by the look in Iris' eyes, they were not being serious about this close contact, but only having fun about the uprising they were causing. The more they heard people talking, the more snickering could be heard from them. Remy could have peed his pants, when he saw this P.D.A (public display of affection). Remy could do nothing but look. He stormed out of the room, with a few of the girls following him, including Eliz, Courtney, and Brittany. Jean however, saw red. This girl was quickly becoming a nuisance.
"So, first you stab Rogue in the chest, now you take a girl young enough to be your daughter. I must say Logan, you have outdone yourself this time." Scott said while smirking (*lot of that going on huh*).
"Not just a girl young enough to be his daughter, but it is quite obvious that she is a very loose cannon." Jean added.
Before the noises coming from the now small crowd (because most head either left with Remy, or gone back to bed) could be finished, Iris, not waiting for Logan to defend her, had backed into the shadows and completely disappeared. Everyone in the room looked around. Even the ever-on guard Logan could not find his mysterious friend. Only the ever-silent Ororo could see every now and again a quick flick of purple hair, but eventually even she could not see it. Scott, thinking fast, pulled Jean away from any shadows, but though they were not standing in the shadows they were completely surrounded. Ororo walked up to Logan.
"Can you see her Logan?"
"Nah. She has become da shadows I guess. That's just another one of her weird powers ta add to da list."
"Yes, Iris just keeps amazing us doesn't she." Ororo said this; slightly suspicious at what had happened only a few minutes before.
"Ya not implying nothin' are ya Ro?" Logan said slightly agitated that she would suspect something.
"No. I am sorry Logan. I did not mean to imply anything."
"Whateva Ro."
"I am sorry Logan." Ororo stated, while walking up to him and looking him squarely in the eyes.
Logan could barely take it. He hated it when Ororo looked at him with those bright blue eyes of hers. It made him weak, but only he knew it. Ororo got him out of his thoughts.
"Look!" Ororo pointed to the shadows next to Jean and Scott.
Before Scott could move Jean, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. She disappeared into the darkness.
"Jean!" Scott jumped to where she had been pulled, but it was nothing there, only shadows. Ororo and Logan ran over to the position Jean had been. They saw nothing. Soon they heard muffled noises that reminded them of someone running swiftly. They followed the noise to a dark corner in the living area. There they found Jean unconscious. They all ran over to her, and Scott picked her up and looked for any signs of extreme trauma. When he found none, he looked for signs of Iris. He found none until he saw her braid hanging from the ceiling. He went to shot a light beam but Logan tackled him to the ground before he could fire. Ororo ran to them both and stood between them for any real damage could occur.
"Stop it! You are both acting very childish. Jean seems to only be unconscious and I will deal with Iris. Iris! Come down here at once!" She received no reply though, only the falling of her clothing from the ceiling then they heard a heavily accented voice
"No. Let him go if he wishes it Logan. Be forewarned Scott, if you damage me I will shatter you and send your remains to the four corners of our vast earth."
As she said this, they did not see her, only heard her voice from the tall ceiling and only seeing her hair hang from the darkness.
"She can speak?!" Ororo eyes became wide. "How? Why did she not speak to use in the beginning?"
"She had her own personal reasons Ro."
"Yes I can speak. And I now speak to Scott. Your precious Jean is only unconscious. She tried and failed to attack me with her mental powers, but I seemed to have directed it back at her. What a shame." Iris said the last little bit with deadly sarcasm.
"Take her to your room Scott." Ororo soothed him from his angry state.
Scott picked up Jean, kissed Ororo on her forehead, and brushed passed Logan.
"Were are you Riz?" Logan called upward toward the ceiling. No reply.
Then Ororo and Logan felt the quickness of wind and the back door opening. They realized that Iris had grabbed her clothes and ran out the door and all they did was feel her after breeze.
"She's fast." Ororo commented as her and Logan walked back to the stairs. "She seems to have her own agenda though."
"Don't say that Ro. She's been through a lot. I can tell ya know."
"Has she been talking to you Logan?" Ororo asked as they made their way up the stairs.
"Yeah. We talked tonight. I think me and you need to get her by herself and talk to her."
"Yes. We should consider that."
As they made it to Ororo's door, she turned and looked at Logan.
"Night Ro." He said looking into her vast blue eyes.
"Goodnight to you as well Logan." Ororo stated feeling something deep inside of her.
Since Iris had come to the school, Ororo and Logan had been spending a great deal of time with her, but also a great deal by themselves. She knew secrets about him, and vice versa. He had quickly become her best friend.
Logan could not figure exactly what it was he felt for Ororo, he just knew with each passing day it was becoming stronger.
"Well Logan are you going to go to bed, or stand her and stare all night?"
"You're doin your share of starin darlin." Logan said in a teasing voice.
Ororo had become accustomed to being called 'darlin' by Logan, but it still gave her a funny feeling.
They both laughed softly and then Logan asked
"Think Iris is k?"
"She is a big girl. I'm sure she is just prowling the grounds a bit. She'll be fine."
"Hope you're right darlin." He said as he began walking down the wall.
"See you in the moring Logan." Though it was more of a question than a statement.
"You bet."
*************************Meanwhile somewhere on the grounds****************
"Remy didn't tink shat sometin would be going on beteen da two." Remy said while lighting a cigarette and feeling a little sad.
He looked out over the grounds from the small hill, and saw a blur of something go by.
"What in de world." Remy jumped down silently and followed where he had seen the figure.
He continued his silent pursuit until he came to a small pong where the only resident was Iris swimming silently. He watched her in all her beauty and couldn't help but smile.
"Oh Remy's une petite chere ami you will neva know."
Remy looked back at her one last time and disappeared into the night, never seen or heard by Iris.
Sorry it took so long if you read my default chapter you know why. For those of you who don't take French une petite chere ami means small darling friend.
Chapter 5: Parental Bonging
"Ya fight pretty descent kid." Logan growled, barely moving out of the way of an uppercut. They were fighting all-out. No powers save their unnatural endurance, speed, coordination etc. Logan had never thought that Iris had these kinds of moves, and it was taking him to the farthest he had been in a while, damn he was loving it. He threw a roundhouse kick that landed in her side. As it did, she back flipped and let her foot land to his face. They both flew back, Logan landed on his feet, and Iris flipped (she likes flipping doesn't she?) on her hands to a handstand. Iris held her side for such a quick second; it looked as if she did not do it all. Logan wiped a little blood draining down his chin, and waited a few more seconds while his body used his healing factor to put his noise back in place, but before it could finish she lunged at him with such force, the wind around her whistled. He went on the defensive pushing her back at little, just enough to give him room to throw her into the wall. Iris' feet connected with the wall, and she used it as a spring and jumped off the wall, throwing herself at Logan. He grabbed her, and as they lunged at the other wall, they were in a tangled ball passing licks back and forth.
"Fuck Iris! If I knew we were gonna fight this long, I wouda prepared." Logan told her as he hit her in the face, and the lick was only returned. Before either could move, they hit the wall with such force, anyone else would be in the med wing for a week. When Logan moved the rubble and pulled himself up, Iris was already up and in a defensive stance, looking as though she had never connected with anything. She wore a loose pair of gray sweet pants and a white tank top with the X-Men insignia in the middle. The shirt had been heavily damaged with cuts and rips, but the skin underneath was fine. Her hair was in a tight braid down her back, with a gold round hair clip around the end. Logan realized that at the nap of her neck she had wrapped her hair in a semi large bun, just enough so her hair would not drag the ground. She had opted for no shoes. Her eyes were not covered, so she looked like a little cartoon character. Logan pulled himself up, feeling the last remains of his body healing itself from the deep cuts and abrasions.
"Hey kid, I'd love ta stay here and fight some more, but I'm hungry, and I know ya are too.
Logan looked at Iris' face, as if for the first time the word 'food' was registering in her head. She put her hand on her stomach and laughed.
"Knew ya were hungry. Lets go."
Iris huffed and bent down in a race stance. Logan knew what she wanted, and he gladly complied. They raced all the way to the kitchen.
Logan looked in the icebox for a moment and then turned around.
"Pizza?"
Iris nodded yeah.
Logan stuck the pizza in the oven and pulled a seat next to Iris. They sat in silence for a moment, and then Logan noticed that his sweat pants had a large cut across the leg.
*Must have been from the wall *
Then for the first time, Logan noticed just how weary Iris' faced looked. She really wasn't a kid, in fact she looked like she could be at most 24, but that was to his eyes. To anyone else she would have been perceived as a teenager. He saw her eyes that gave away much more than her face could. They were ageless eyes, eyes that might have seen the end of the world, but would never let anyone know, things that would frighten the fiercest of men into submission, things that had aged her too early. Logan noticed that she was still extremely exotic and beautiful despite these very few flaws. Logan saw the slight look of utter concentration on her face. That was the same look she had had the first day she had been brought here, and no matter her mood, that look always remained, even if it was very faint, he could see it at all times.
Iris looked up to see Logan staring at her intently. She looked down at his hands, and saw where his claws came out. She snaked her hand over to his, and touched the spots where they would appear. She looked up at him expectantly.
"Yeah Riz they hurt when they come out, all the time." Logan said toneless, calling her by her nickname that him and Ororo had given her."
Iris walked to a drawer in the kitchen and got a small piece of paper and a pencil, and sat back down. She wrote the words: How did you get them?
Logan read the words, and sighed, something he didn't do too often. This girl... no woman had weaseled her way under his skin since the first day in the cafeteria.
"Ya wanna hear this ki...Iris?" He had told himself that this was not a kid, and she most likely would not liked to be called as such.
Se shook her head yes.
Suddenly, her eyes became slightly bigger, and her face too attentive for her own good. Logan smirked. She was obviously sincere about wanting to hear him.
"I really don't know how. Have no idea in hell, how I got this shit in my body. This metal runs through my entire body." He ran his hands through his hair. How was he suppose to tell her everything. He knew she would accept no less than everything and the truth.
"I have...uumm..." Iris encouraged him on by pulling closer to him and patting his hand and smiling. Logan smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.
"I have nightmares Riz. Fucked up nightmares. I don't know what the hell they all mean. They're just pieces to a big ass puzzle I can't solve. All I know is that I was some kind of experiment. Of course, this metal isn't natural. I see em' smiling in my nightmares." Logan said through clenched teeth as his hands formed fist, and his claws started sliding in back and forth. Iris calmed him, as he continued.
"Humans. Toasting to their little fucking experiment. I know that I was a lab rat to someone, but who I don't know. I don't know who I was before 15 years ago. Woke up in the snow in Canada. Sometimes I can't sleep at all. Marie tried ta wake me up one night, and I put my claws through her back." He had said the last sentence with bitterness."
He looked up at Iris. That had been one of the hardest things; to tell her all of his most secret moments, but he trusted Iris completely. He felt SLIGHTLY better that now someone else knew, and who better to tell, but this person, though he hadn't known her long, which he felt was quickly becoming like a da...good friend. When he looked up at her again he was shocked to see the crimson tears flowing freely from her now red film covered eyes. He pulled quickly to her side and put his hands around her shoulders.
"What's wrong Iris? Tell me!
She looked up at him.
"If this is pity, please stop it now! He ordered.
Iris put her head on his shoulder, as her tears fell to his shirt leaving bloodstains.
"What's wrong with you Iris?" Logan asked now concerned. He had told her if it was pity to stop crying, but he knew her well enough to know it wasn't pity.
*And why in da hell are her tears blood? *
"Iris come on write somethin'. Why are ya cryin'? Why are ya tears blood?
Suddenly.
"I am crying because, I have nightmares too. Horrible nightmares. I do not sleep at night because, it feels as if they will engulf me, and I should be doomed to never see the warm light again." Iris whispered in his ear through a raspy voice, because of her crying. Logan heard it all clearly though, and he also heard her very heavily accented voice. It almost sounded like, though, she was speaking English, it was on the verge of becoming another language. But hell she was talking!
"Ya can talk!"
As quick as the tears had appeared, they just stopped. Only note that she had been crying were the two trails of now dry blood going down her face. She sat up, no longer leaning on Logan's shoulder. She wiped her face, getting the blood off.
"Yes I have full use of my vocals. Forgive me for the deception. I suppose that me deceiving all of you was not proper manner, but it was necessary for personal reasons I assure you." Iris said looking at him.
"Well damn! And all this time I felt sorry for ya." Logan said though he said it laughing."
"I never asked for your pity, nor did I have you think I needed it Logan." She said smiling.
Logan stopped laughing and asked her a serious question.
"Tell my about your nightmares Riz."
"No."
"Huh?"
"I said No."
"Why."
Iris huffed.
"Logan, yes I know I may have coaxed you into telling me your troubles, but mine are not easily put into words. Mine are pieces, just as yours are, but mine are quick etches through my already troubled mind. So much on my mind plus the nightmares. It aches sometimes you know, it actually aches my mind; it is why I do not sleep. I truly want you to know my thoughts, just as I know yours, but as I have stated already, I cannot put them into words. The incredible Iris scared of her own dreams."
Iris stood and held her hands out in exaggeration and emphasize of her point.
"Oh the comprehensive irony in ones own life. It boggles ones mind to think that life is ruled by unpredictable irony. That is forces you into your own fate of unknowing and that ever present unpredictability and uncertainty."
Logan was speechless. She knew something he didn't, for her to be speaking of irony in such a way. It could have been that they both had the nightmares, but Logan felt that it would be a long time before he understood her little speech she had just given. He did not know how right he was.
"Iris."
Iris turned around and looked at Logan.
"Yes Logan."
She then realized what she had said, and sat down quickly.
"I won't make ya say anything ya don't wanna. When ya can put 'them' into words,......will ya tell me?
"Yes Logan. You will be the first soul that I will tell.
They stood and hugged each other, as she whispered a "thank you" in his ear.
"Ya welcome Riz." He whispered back.
As they backed away, she glanced at the clock.
"My god, it is 3:25, and I believe we engaged in fighting at 6:15, ended at 1:30, and arrived here at 1:45.
"Damn." Logan whistled. "We were fightin that long?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"And talkin that long too?"
"Believe so."
All of a sudden.
"Iris do ya smell somethin'?"
Iris sniffed.
"My god!"
They looked at each other and said at the same time.
"The pizza!"
Logan ran to the oven, and opened it, only to have large clouds of smoke appear, him cursing expletives while dropping the pizza, and the smoke alarm going off.
"Oh god, we are about to make a spectacle."
"So what."
Everyone soon came running in, including most of the students, Scott, Jean, and Ororo. They looked around and saw a stone face Iris, an agitated Logan, and a fucked up pizza, and pizza pan on the floor. Logan had noticed that when everyone walked in, Iris' face became unreadable again. Not that he couldn't read anything, even when she was happy or when she had just cried, it had been a little softer when they had talked.
"What happened here?" Scott asked, obviously agitated he had been awakened.
"What the hell does it look like One-Eye?" Logan smirked. "We burned a pizza."
Ororo walked around Scot and the children, and revealed herself to Iris and Logan. She looked at Iris, and the woman only smirked and bowed slightly. She looked at Logan, and all of a sudden, she became fixed in place by his heated gaze.
Logan was speechless. All he could get out was a low "Damn", from his throat. Ororo had on a white robe that hung a few inches below her knees. A silk sash belted it low at the waist, and the neckline was low in a V shape. He realized that she had a matching nightgown underneath. It seemed to come just a few inches above the knees. Both of them hugged her body somewhat. Her thick white hair was pulled into a loose braid. He hadn't even looked at Jean, who was obviously a little more than mad about this, but Ororo was too hypnotizing. Then Remy came around.
"Hey une petite chere amie. What da ruckus be about."
Iris looked at Logan, who smiled, and as she walked past him and to Remy's side, she leaned into him and whispered.
"We had a little mishap Remy. Oh and please do not say anything yet, about my voice."
Remy was shocked, but he didn't say anything. Instead he kissed her squarely on the lips. Iris was shocked speechless (wouldn't this be a pun?), but when she saw his eyes, she only smiled. She knew he hadn't meant anything by it, and she loved making the girls jealous, and it'd be damned to hell if it didn't make them mad. She rubbed his cheek affectionately, and walked back to Logan. She walked up and stood in front of him. He had eventually stopped looking at Ororo, but only with great concentration. Iris thought to him:
*Logan, do you see the despicable way that Jean is staring at me? How about you and me ...what is it you say..."stir up some fuckin' trouble" *
Logan didn't think he could respond through mind communication, but hey if Jean hated Iris so much, then he love to help with that. He also looked at her funny, when she thought of the expletive in his head. She sounded funny as hell when she cursed. He knew what he was about to do might stir up trouble, but who gave a damn! As long as he knew, and Iris knew, that it was only a little fun. We walked up close behind her and put one hand leisurely around her neck and let his hand fall in front of her, while the other hand snaked around her waist. He rested his chin on her left shoulder, and began telling her something in her ear, so low that only they heard it. Ororo looked curious, but by the look in Iris' eyes, they were not being serious about this close contact, but only having fun about the uprising they were causing. The more they heard people talking, the more snickering could be heard from them. Remy could have peed his pants, when he saw this P.D.A (public display of affection). Remy could do nothing but look. He stormed out of the room, with a few of the girls following him, including Eliz, Courtney, and Brittany. Jean however, saw red. This girl was quickly becoming a nuisance.
"So, first you stab Rogue in the chest, now you take a girl young enough to be your daughter. I must say Logan, you have outdone yourself this time." Scott said while smirking (*lot of that going on huh*).
"Not just a girl young enough to be his daughter, but it is quite obvious that she is a very loose cannon." Jean added.
Before the noises coming from the now small crowd (because most head either left with Remy, or gone back to bed) could be finished, Iris, not waiting for Logan to defend her, had backed into the shadows and completely disappeared. Everyone in the room looked around. Even the ever-on guard Logan could not find his mysterious friend. Only the ever-silent Ororo could see every now and again a quick flick of purple hair, but eventually even she could not see it. Scott, thinking fast, pulled Jean away from any shadows, but though they were not standing in the shadows they were completely surrounded. Ororo walked up to Logan.
"Can you see her Logan?"
"Nah. She has become da shadows I guess. That's just another one of her weird powers ta add to da list."
"Yes, Iris just keeps amazing us doesn't she." Ororo said this; slightly suspicious at what had happened only a few minutes before.
"Ya not implying nothin' are ya Ro?" Logan said slightly agitated that she would suspect something.
"No. I am sorry Logan. I did not mean to imply anything."
"Whateva Ro."
"I am sorry Logan." Ororo stated, while walking up to him and looking him squarely in the eyes.
Logan could barely take it. He hated it when Ororo looked at him with those bright blue eyes of hers. It made him weak, but only he knew it. Ororo got him out of his thoughts.
"Look!" Ororo pointed to the shadows next to Jean and Scott.
Before Scott could move Jean, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. She disappeared into the darkness.
"Jean!" Scott jumped to where she had been pulled, but it was nothing there, only shadows. Ororo and Logan ran over to the position Jean had been. They saw nothing. Soon they heard muffled noises that reminded them of someone running swiftly. They followed the noise to a dark corner in the living area. There they found Jean unconscious. They all ran over to her, and Scott picked her up and looked for any signs of extreme trauma. When he found none, he looked for signs of Iris. He found none until he saw her braid hanging from the ceiling. He went to shot a light beam but Logan tackled him to the ground before he could fire. Ororo ran to them both and stood between them for any real damage could occur.
"Stop it! You are both acting very childish. Jean seems to only be unconscious and I will deal with Iris. Iris! Come down here at once!" She received no reply though, only the falling of her clothing from the ceiling then they heard a heavily accented voice
"No. Let him go if he wishes it Logan. Be forewarned Scott, if you damage me I will shatter you and send your remains to the four corners of our vast earth."
As she said this, they did not see her, only heard her voice from the tall ceiling and only seeing her hair hang from the darkness.
"She can speak?!" Ororo eyes became wide. "How? Why did she not speak to use in the beginning?"
"She had her own personal reasons Ro."
"Yes I can speak. And I now speak to Scott. Your precious Jean is only unconscious. She tried and failed to attack me with her mental powers, but I seemed to have directed it back at her. What a shame." Iris said the last little bit with deadly sarcasm.
"Take her to your room Scott." Ororo soothed him from his angry state.
Scott picked up Jean, kissed Ororo on her forehead, and brushed passed Logan.
"Were are you Riz?" Logan called upward toward the ceiling. No reply.
Then Ororo and Logan felt the quickness of wind and the back door opening. They realized that Iris had grabbed her clothes and ran out the door and all they did was feel her after breeze.
"She's fast." Ororo commented as her and Logan walked back to the stairs. "She seems to have her own agenda though."
"Don't say that Ro. She's been through a lot. I can tell ya know."
"Has she been talking to you Logan?" Ororo asked as they made their way up the stairs.
"Yeah. We talked tonight. I think me and you need to get her by herself and talk to her."
"Yes. We should consider that."
As they made it to Ororo's door, she turned and looked at Logan.
"Night Ro." He said looking into her vast blue eyes.
"Goodnight to you as well Logan." Ororo stated feeling something deep inside of her.
Since Iris had come to the school, Ororo and Logan had been spending a great deal of time with her, but also a great deal by themselves. She knew secrets about him, and vice versa. He had quickly become her best friend.
Logan could not figure exactly what it was he felt for Ororo, he just knew with each passing day it was becoming stronger.
"Well Logan are you going to go to bed, or stand her and stare all night?"
"You're doin your share of starin darlin." Logan said in a teasing voice.
Ororo had become accustomed to being called 'darlin' by Logan, but it still gave her a funny feeling.
They both laughed softly and then Logan asked
"Think Iris is k?"
"She is a big girl. I'm sure she is just prowling the grounds a bit. She'll be fine."
"Hope you're right darlin." He said as he began walking down the wall.
"See you in the moring Logan." Though it was more of a question than a statement.
"You bet."
*************************Meanwhile somewhere on the grounds****************
"Remy didn't tink shat sometin would be going on beteen da two." Remy said while lighting a cigarette and feeling a little sad.
He looked out over the grounds from the small hill, and saw a blur of something go by.
"What in de world." Remy jumped down silently and followed where he had seen the figure.
He continued his silent pursuit until he came to a small pong where the only resident was Iris swimming silently. He watched her in all her beauty and couldn't help but smile.
"Oh Remy's une petite chere ami you will neva know."
Remy looked back at her one last time and disappeared into the night, never seen or heard by Iris.
Sorry it took so long if you read my default chapter you know why. For those of you who don't take French une petite chere ami means small darling friend.