A/N:
Wow... This one is shorter than the last...
Good thing I didn't leave it till tomorrow -.-'
I don't own X-Men :(
"I don't know if I should kill you or hug you, kid," Logan nearly growled to me as I passed him the clothes I'd snatched for him. I rolled my eyes.
"Seeing what I've been through in the past twelve hours, you should really think about hugging me. You realize I had to get your DNA grafted onto mine? Let me tell you, bone claws were a lot cooler in my head."
"Wait- what?"
"Yep," I said, popping the p. "I got your bone claws and a power-up on my healing factor. Oh, and I second the whole 'kill-Stryker' thing," I said, releasing my own adamantium blades. Mine were not as thick as Logan's but they were about an inch longer.
Logan looked incredibly angry at that moment so I took the time to change the subject.
"Oh, look! A farm! Let's go see if we can stay the night." Logan grunted but shivered from the cold. We were both still damp from our dip in the waterfall from our escape and the cold was starting to get to me.
I knocked on the door a little hesitantly. Even with the minimal amount of strength I put into the movement, my fist struck loudly against the wood. I shivered, drawing my still damaged leather coat around me.
An old woman answered the door and I smiled carefully at her, not wanting to scare her with my teeth.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry for intruding, but would you happen to have a telephone I can borrow?"
"That's quite alright, come on in," she said with a warm maternal smile. "The telephone is in the kitchen; my husband and I were just about to eat."
"I am barging in, aren't I?" I said to Logan, pouting. I knew how to play people, even if it was a subtle art. Like planned, the old woman nearly dragged us inside.
"Nonsense. My husband and I don't get many visitors in these parts, feel free to stay for dinner if you like." Right on cue, my stomach growled. I smiled sheepishly but the woman pushed me to the sink. "You can make that call after supper. Right now I want you two washed up."
"Thank you, ma'am," I said, adding the right balance of sincerity and gratitude into my voice. Yes, manipulating people was a subtle art indeed. "Oh, I almost forgot; I'm Kori and this is my brother, Logan."
"Oh, it's no problem, sweetie," the woman insisted, settling the table. I prodded Logan towards the sink as I dried my hands and sat down across from the woman.
"That's a nice chopper you've got out there," Logan said to the man, probably picking up the hint that he needed to say something. I was glad to see that the old man's eyes lit up.
"Oh, you know motorcycles," he smiled. I sighed under my breath.
"Lord, here we go again," the woman muttered. I laughed, nodding in agreement.
"My favorite's a '48 Panhead. Bought one new off the line," Logan boasted.
"I think you're a little young for that, son," the man chuckled. His wife, Heather, took over, smiling at us.
"You two must be exhausted. Kori, dear, why don't you make that phone call and then get a good night's sleep. It's too dark to be going anywhere now," she pointed out. I smiled, truly grateful now.
"I can't thank you enough," I said, holding back a yawn.
"Oh, it's no trouble," she repeated, clearing the dishes as I called Charles.
"Hello, Hank," I smiled, recognizing the voice answering the phone.
"Who is- Re?"
"Yep. Is Charles there? This is important."
"Umm… He's not here actually. He's scouting for the school again." I sighed, frustrated.
"Okay, can you take a crazy important message and promise to me that you'll shout this in your head the moment he comes back?"
"I suppose I could, yes. What is the message?"
"Okay, this might take a while…" I explained, as briefly as I could, exactly why I needed my bike. At the other end there was dead silence, so dead that I got nervous. "Hank?"
"You let someone experiment on you? But you have no idea how dangerous that could have been! You could've died! You could've-"
"I know, Henry. Just get my bike out here. When Charles gets back, tell him to use Cerebro to find me. And fast. We're getting chased by some guys from my old team."
"You mean-"
"Yes, I do. So, unless you actually want Zero to find us and chop off my head, I recommend getting my bike out here."
"Got it. Be careful, Re."
"Thanks, Hank. We're gonna need it." I hung up the phone, putting a smile on my face for the audience. "Are you sure it isn't any-"
"Honestly, dear, there's no problem. Upstairs, second door on your right. I've already got it set up for you. Logan, you'll be in my son's old room; first door on the left. Now go on upstairs and get some rest."
"Thank-"
"Just go on upstairs," Heather argued good-naturedly. I gave her a quick hug before smiling and dashing upstairs. At the top of the stairs, I smiled again.
"Thank you!" I called before she could cut me off. I turned and went into her daughter's old room, ready to collapse. On the bed were a set of pajamas and clothes for tomorrow that look fairly close to my size. I changed into the warm looking pajamas before sifting through the drawers. Finding what I was looking for, I grinned.
I took the biking gloves out of the top drawer, pulling them on and releasing my claws, slicing the gloves open ahead of time. Then I placed the gloves back in my backpack before settling down for the night, pulling the blankets close to me and shutting my mind off for the next few hours.
A/N:
What will happen? What's going to be different? Who's going to-
Hold up... That type of questions are reserved specifically for reviews. Why am I asking you?
Anyway, NEW OBSESSION: On the Rocks, University of Oregon's premier a cappella ensemble. They'd look like complete idiots if they did anything different. Needless to say, I want Josh Heying's babies 3 3 3
Look up their rendition of Bad Romance. You'll understand. Also, if you look at the closed captioning, it says 'Super Sexy French' when he says "J'veux ton amour." Loveee 3
Till next update,
^.^ Susie ^.^