LATER THAT EVENING. . .
Sophie sneaked up behind Havok when she was done with her physics homework. When she was directly behind him, she covered his eyes with her palms. She felt Havok grin. Sophie stood up on her tipy-toes and whispered in Havok's ear,
"Guess who, Alex."
Havok didn't turn around. "Mmm. . . I don't know," Havok guessed sarcastically. "Mystique impersonating my girlfriend?"
"How'd you know?" Sophie adopted Havok's sarcasticness as she uncovered his eyes. He turned around and kissed her gently on the cheek before they walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Or more like, Havok was laying on the couch and Sophie was laying on top of him. Havok took the remote and turned on the T.V. The evening news came on across the screen. They watched the evening news in silence until Sophie remembered what she wanted to tell Havok. She wanted to tell him what her father told her aproximately fifty one minutes ago. Sophie waited for a commercial to come on before she said,
"Hey, I have another 'guess what' for you."
She noticed her tone was groggy as her words came out. Probably because she was so relaxed on Havok's warm chest.
"What Soph?" Havok asked, moving his head so that his blue eyes gave her his complete attention.
"Professor X wants me to start training with the X-Men starting Monday."
"Awesome!" Havok kissed the top of her head. Sophie was glad that he was enthusiastic about it. Now she would be seeing Havok even more. Sophie grinned at the thought of her and Havok training to save the world as they knew it together.
"Yeah! Think about it: in a few years you and I will be kick-ass heroes saving humanity."
Havok laughed. "Hey, you never told me what you wanted your codename to be."
Sophie's grin widened. "Honestly, I haven't thought about it lately."
The commercials on the T.V. ended and the news report began reporting where it left off. Havok picked up the remote from the floor and pressed the mute button. He then chucked it across the room, where it landed on the table with a loud SMACK! Sophie laughed as Havok's fingers wrapped around her chin and pulled it to where she was staring into those bold, deep blue eyes. His eyes were so intense. . .
So intense that his eyes seemed to captivate her. He leaned his face in closer to her. Sophie closed her eyes. She felt a familiar warmth spread from her lips all the way down to her toes as she felt Havok kissed her. A few seconds later she felt Havok brush her hair behind her shoulders. Sophie shifted her body so that she and Havok were stomache to stomache rather than stomache to backside.
Sophie didn't know how long they laid on that couch making out, feeling each other's touch, and holding each other when she heard her father's voice snap behind them,
"Take it somewhere else for Christ's sake you two."
Sophie jumped, disconecting her lips from Havok's. She glared at Logan, who was standing beside the couch. Logan stared at them, a bottle of root beer in his left hand. His gaze went to his daughter, who was hastily getting off of Havok's body. Sophie glared at Logan as she helped Havok off of the couch.
"Fine," Sophie snapped back. "We will." Together, she and Havok walked out of the living room and relocated to the hallway next to a coat closet. Sophie glanced behind her shoulder to see if Logan had followed them. To her relief, he didn't. When they were definately alone, Havok pinned Sophie against the wall. This suprised her, he had never done this to her. But she didn't care, it was thrilling. They resumed their kissing. He kissed her deeply, passionately. It was the best feeling Sophie had ever felt. It was like a fire was building inside of her chest. . . a kind of yearning. She then felt Havok's hands start to tug on her black Marilyn Manson T-shirt.
Sophie pulled her lips away and said giggly,
"Not here."
The two of them looked at the coat closet right next to their new make out spot. Havok picked up Sophie in his arms and carried her inside the coat closet.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING. . .
Sophie was resting on Havok's bare chest when she waked up to the sound of yelling.
Yelling. . . Who the hell was yelling. . . That voice sounded familiar somehow. . .
Sophie's eyes flashed open completely when she heard the sound of the closet door being banged on. The pounding was so hard she could feel the floor vibrate through Havok's body. Darkness surronded her, she couldn't see Havok's face. Though she could feel his sleeping body beneath her.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!" A familiar voice bellowed.
"What?" Havok mumbled, still drowsy.
Sophie slapped Havok's cheeks gently, urging him to wake up completely. Then Sophie remembered who the voice belonged to.
"Shit! It's Logan!" Sophie exclaimed, scrambling to get off of Havok.
"Ah man. . . " Havok groaned.
"YOU BET ITS ME!" Logan bellowed, obviously he heard the comment Havok said.
"Quick Havok, give me your shirt!" Sophie said.
A second later she felt Havok press his T-shirt into her hand.
"YOU'RE NOT DRESSED?!" Logan bellowed even more.
The punding on the door increased ten-fold (if that was possible).
"Do you think he's mad?" Havok asked.
"What do you think?!" Sophie yelled at Havok as Logan continued pounding on the closet door.
Sophie pulled on Havok's T-shirt and found her shorts by a miracle in the dark.
Now decently dressed, Sophie opened the closet door a crack. She poked her head out to see bright morning light blare into her eyeballs. Squinting, she saw Logan. And he did not look happy. Not happy at all. Logan's adamanteum claws were drawn out, his face furious. He looked like he wanted to murder somebody. Sophie stumbled out of the closet, nearly tripping on Havok's jeans that were left by the doorway.
"This isn't what it looks like," Sophie lied.
She could feel herself sweat as she bit her lip. She stood in front of the closet, shielding her lover from view. Logan took a step towards her, eyeing her tangled hair and wrinkly clothes. Particulary the T-shirt that wasn't hers.
"Yes it does," Logan growled. He took another step towards the entrance of the coat closet.
"No!" Sophie spread her arms over the doorway.
"Stand aside." Logan raised his claws, looking past Sophie's shoulder.
"What's going on, Soph?" Havok mumbled groggily as he pulled down Sophie's arms and walked out of the closet, then wrapping his arms around Sophie's waist.
Logan glared.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. My. DAUGHTER," Logan paused as he growled each word. His tone was calm, yet it was nothing but a mask, he had said the warning dangerously.
Before Havok could do anything to defend himself, Logan grabbed Havok by the shoulder (Havok was shirtless so there was no cloth to grab) and slammed him against the wall. Logan raised one arm and slashed Havok on his arm, with the other hand he kept Havok from running away back to Sophie.
"Alex!" Sophie exclaimed, rushing to her boyfriend's aid. "Logan, stop it!" Sophie started pounding on Logan's shoulder blades as he continued to slash Havok's arm.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ALEX?!" A voice bellowed behind them. Sophie turned around and saw that it was Cyclops. He turned to Sophie when Logan didn't reply ,
"What's your father doing to my brother?"
Before Sophie even tried to explain, Cyclops saw Havok's slashes on his arms. Havok's slashes were drawing blood, the blood covered his entire arm. Sophie watched helplessly as she counted the droplets of blood drip onto the floor. Cyclops drew back his arm and punched Logan in the jaw. Logan immediately released Havok. Havok slumped down to the floor. Sophie sprinted to Havok's side, ripping off a piece of his shirt to staunch the bleeding. She kissed his forehead as an attempt to apologize.
"You stabbed my brother!" Cyclops yelled at Logan, pointing at Havok's wound.
Logan pushed Cyclops angrily as he yelled back,
"YOUR BROTHER SLEPT WITH MY DAUGHTER!"
