CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
She's Gonna Be a Handful
AN: Seriously, guys, I AM trying for longer chapters, but I always seem to find just the perfect place to stop. It doesn't help that I'm hitting a little writers block. I know where I want to go (there WILL be more plot soon) it's just GETTING to that part that's hard.
I believe I've mentioned before how I write stories in fragments then later piece them together, and this one I've tried to write all the way through? Well, I've got fragments…..and I gotta figure out how to get them together.
Victor let out a low, rumbling alpha growl as the jet settled down on the runway. Though he was still unable to move, he addressed his younger brother. "Jimmy, once the plane stops, get the prey out and—if you remember how—start dressing the deer and make a fire. Some of this meat needs to get into the cubs stomachs now, and we can save the rest. Make sure my mate eats some of it."
Logan rolled his eyes, still frozen himself.
Steve blinked, arching a blonde eyebrow. "Cubs?"
"It's what he calls kids." Cassie answered for him, shooting a tentative smile at the frozen feral. "All that meat isn't just for me, it's for the kids."
Victor could smell her approval and his feral Sabretooth mentally preened a little. His mate knew he could hunt and take care of the cubs as only a good provider could.
Steve, however, glared at the older feral even more, his stare turning to ice. "You're going to simply ignore this predicament you put her in? You're not getting off this jet until we have things settled."
Sabretooth let out another loud roar, making Ororo hunch down in the pilots seat and Cassie cringe and cover her ears. "Ah'm not runnin' from anything but, unlike you, ah've got cubs and a mate ta feed, a school to shore up incase of an attack, and a little brother with memory loss whom I gotta make sure remembers how to dress a deer."
Storm let out a little laugh from the front of the jet and even Logan (frozen though he was) managed to smirk a little, then turned that smirk into a little growl when he realized the older feral was slightly insulting him.
"Let Jimmy and me go, Cue-ball, ah've got things to do."
The Professor let out another sigh. "Mr. Aswell, I suggest we all take a break to cool down. Let's let Logan and Victor deal with the…..game, and I'm sure Miss. Aswell would like some time to herself."
Victor gave out another growl. "Hell no, my mate stays with me where I know she's safe."
"You are not her keeper." Steve said coldly.
"That's EXACTLY what I am." Victor growled back.
Cassie growled and suddenly pushed away from Steve, her mood doing a one-eighty. "No, what I'm gonna do, is I'm gonna get one of my favorite books, climb a tree, and forget about all of this for awhile. And what all of YOU are going to do—" she pointed from her Uncle Steve to the frozen Victor to the frozen Logan to Storm then the Professor. "Is leave me the beep ALONE!"
Sabretooth blinked, a little stunned by the outburst. He could scent Jimmys surprise as well beside him, surprise that was fast turning into amusement. Then he growled low, demandingly. "That's not gonna happen, frail. Not when you get yourself in trouble every time I leave you alone for five seconds."
"TOO BLOODY BAD!" she practically screamed, hands clutched into fists. Logan could even swear that the long hairs on the back of her neck were standing up at the roots. "I've had ENOUGH of this and I need to be ALONE!"
She turned to the Professor, taking a deep, shaking breath. "Professor Xavier, if you would please open the door and let me out of this curse-ed jet and keep these two on ice while I get a book and go to a tree. Thank you."
The jet door hummed as it opened and Cassie stalked out, almost growling herself.
Logan chuckled. "Looks like she's gonna be a handful, Vic."
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"This….is….absolutely…..bloody…..freakin'…..RIDICULOUS!" at the word ridiculous, Cassie aimed a hard kick at the ground and managed to succeed somehow in tripping herself. Landing on the ground with an 'Umph!' she flopped back and let out an annoyed yell, causing several mutant students nearby to back away carefully from the crazy girl who had come with the Sabretooth.
"HOW CAN THEY EXPECT ME TO LIVE LIKE THIS!" she yelled to the sky from the ground, completely disregarding everyone around her. "I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" She then jumped up, stumbling a little, and began to run in no particular direction, pushing her legs hard and fast.
She wasn't in the best of shape to begin with and soon she was panting for breath and clutching at the stitch in her sides, tumbling down to the ground. "I….don't….even…..know this….guy….that….well." she panted to herself. "He's….a…crazy…..feral….lunatic!"
`With great muscles.` her mind added and she scowled at herself….. "His…muscles aren't…the point."
Several of the mutant children turned to stare at her for a few moments, then slowly backed away.
She ignored them, making her way to a tree that looked promising with it's many branches, some conveniently towards the ground. She grabbed hold of one of the upper branches and used the branch under it sort of as a stepping stone, carefully climbing her way further up the tree, still grumbling and snarling to herself. "He just thinks…..he can take over my life…..just like that!" Finally, she settled herself in the crook of one big branch and the trunk of the tree and tried to catch her breath. Then she took off her glasses and buried her face in her hands. "And I'm a fool for letting him get as far as he has." She mumbled the words into her hands, hiding them from the world. "Forget the fact that he's a good hunter, that he's protective of kids, this is a MODERN world and I am NOT a cavewoman about to fall for the first good provider she meets!"
But heaven help her, that's what she felt like. Safe and warm in his arms, cared for, eating the food he hunted and caught for her, watching him fuss about the state of the 'cubs' health. She let out another yell into her hands. "So what the BEEP am I gonna do!?"