Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Sheila and my lame attempt at Pyro's accent.

Author's note: Hey, Willow99 here, sorry its taken forever to update, so I'll try to keep this short. Thanks to everyone who is reading and especially Misty Snape, Nyx Blake, kagome13cdj. Enjoy!

Canadian on the Carpet

"Where's my motorcycle, bub?" was the last thing she heard as the stout Canadian man fell to the ground, overwrought by his rager emotions being reflected back at him. In a moment of clarity, the empath pulled back the emotions in the room, before falling unconscious under the strain.

"Damn Gumbo, damn Pyro, damn, damn, damn." Wolverine stopped his muttering and turned to face John "Well, bub, you better have a pretty damn good explanation or…" "snikt" was the only sound heard in the room as Logan let his sentence trail off.

Gulping, Pyro began "Look, before you slice and dice me, let me get in that damn good explanation and maybe you could tell me what you actually want to know."

Glowering at the much younger man, Wolverine replied "Where is my bike, who is she, what did she do, and what the hell did you have to do with it?" Resisting the temptation to actually shake at the malice in the man's voice, Pyro replied "The bikes down in the garage, the Sheila is a rather new acquaintance of mine, and well, she, empath, er…" trailing off he looked almost sheepish.

"So let me get this right, bub," said the Canadian as he looked rather exasperated, "Only 198 mutants left on the stinkin' planet, and that girl's gotta be one of 'em." Gulping again, Pyro only nodded.

Sheila POV

Pounding, ow, oh, just my head. I slowly opened my eyes, only to see the angry man and John having a stare down. The angry man who I recall being called Wolverine seemed less angry now, the animalistic gleam in his eye had faded.

John on the other hand looked nervous, not as point blank terrified as when the door had opened, but still, he seemed a hard man to scare. Realizing that the silence I had woken to could be cut with a knife, or adamantium claws, I slowly lifted myself up off the couch into a sitting position.

"Hi", I said, trying to be friendly to the guy who may or may not still want to kill me. Instinctually I reached out and felt his emotions. Nope, just some annoyance, a bit of anger, but nothing crazy like before.

Seeming to contemplate answering my greeting for moment, the stout man finally gave a gruff reply "you alright?".

Totally thrown off, I checked his emotions and felt the worry I had missed. Smiling tentatively back at him I murmured "yeah, just the empathy, I would have been up quicker, but, well, that thing with your emotions…" I trailed off, unsure if I had explained what I meant correctly.

"Rager mode" was the Canadian man's only reply, but it explained his out of control emotions. I had felt emotions like that once before, but on a fellow who looked more like a rabid animal than a man.

An awkward silence filled the room when John finally joined the conversation. "Um, so does this mean you aren't gonna kill us, Wolvie?" The Wolverine muttered something about killing him if he ever called him Wolvie again, but only loud for me to hear.

Sighing, the man called Wolverine sighed and did answer "not if you tell me what you were using my bike for." and so, John told him of my graduation day adventure.

Wolverine POV

Damn, that kid doesn't seem to need air to live with the way he talks. Honestly, how the hell the poor girl got mixed up in this mess he would never know. Not only was she out of his league, but, well, the pyro was certifiably crazy.

Yet, the way she smiled up at him made him wonder if there was something he had missed. Some reason why she would feel so safe with him. It wasn't like he'd saved her or anything, and yet there they stood.

Maybe it was like Rogue and Remy he mused, the two people in the world who seemed as wrong as right for each other. And the girl, she was something. The way she had stopped him in full on rager mode.

Still, there was something about that in itself that bothered him. There was an aware familiarity in her eyes as she fell unconscious thanks to his maelstrom of emotions.

So there was the question he would next ask. Addressing the girl he said "why were you so scared of my rager emotions? I never used my claws on someone who hadn't tried to kill me first. And yet you seemed wary, almost as if you've faced something similar before.

She froze up. Then, letting out a long shaky breath, she answered. "Once, I've met someone with a 'rager mode' like yours once before, and, once was more than enough. I took him out the same way I did you, but not until after he landed this." lifting up her shirt to mid stomach.

Logan saw the claw marks, like those of a human sized animal and hissed out "Sabertooth". "Yeah", the girl replied, "that's what the news called him a couple days later."

Pyro POV

My happiness at Logan taking his anger out on his mortal enemy Sabertooth faded, turning to an almost blind rage at said mortal enemy for hurting my Sheila.

Seeing the white scars contrasted against her creamy skin had me flicking my lighter at lightening speed.

My Sheila's hand reached out and held my hand closed on the lighter before pulling away almost as if she had been burned.

Looking at her worried that I had hurt her, she shook her head and murmured "it wasn't directed at me, so I felt your anger, but it didn't hurt. That's never happened before."

Smiling shyly at me once more, she leaned closer to me and I took her hand in mine, finding a comfort better than that of a flicking lighter.

Wolverine POV

They were, what's the word the word he was looking for, sickening? No, that wasn't it, oh yes, cute. They were 'like just like plain adorable' as Kitty would say; and for that, he almost regretted what he did next.

"So", he said, "you're a mutant, you don't seem to have the best control over your powers, and you could be useful once your powers are fully controlled." giving the finishing blow he said "how would you like to join the x-men?"

There was silence, and then a knock at the door.

Thanks so much for reading, any comments or critiques are always appreciated. Next chapter is called _ in the Room, if you can fill in the blank you can tell me which character you want Sheila to meet next, or her answer to Wolverine's question, or basically anything else you'd like to see in the story.

-Willow99