Days, Nights, and the Stuff In Between
- Title: DAYS, NIGHTS, AND THE STUFF IN BETWEEN
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Lawyers leave me be.
Note: This started off as a serious piece of Fic, and
then i had a good day, and every thing went all pear
shapped from there..lol
So, take me serious for the first half, totaly
disregard anything as normal from then on.
Spelling is still bad.
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such nice feedback..thanks guys.
Magneto watched as the Blackbird made its way through
the sky until clouds and the sun blocked his view.
Toad hobbled over to him clutching his side and
Without breaking eye contact with the sky, Magneto
asked. �Is it done?�
�Yes, but that African bitch gave me something for my
efforts,� Toad complained clutching his side a little
harder. His English accent implied class where there
Magneto finally lowered his eyes as the Blackbird�s
vapor trail disappeared into the sky. Stalking back to
his own awaiting transport, he said, �Your self pity
will not inspire any sympathy from me, Toad.�
Toad followed behind the white-haired man. They came
upon Sabretooth who was busy trashing a few cars
nearby . He was venting out his frustration at not
being able to fully let himself go in a fight that had
just occurred. Magneto had ordered him to distract the
X-Men , not destroy them, while Toad had gone to work.
�How long did you set the timer for?� Magneto asked
without breaking stride.
�About twenty minutes,� replied Toad.
Magneto's answer was his silence. Casting a commanding
glance towards Sabretooth's direction promptly stopped
that mutant from compacting a Volvo. The tall blond
followed behind Magneto and Toad to the transport.
Twenty minutes and Xavier's X-Men would no longer be a
He hated this. This constant fluttering of his muscles
caused by anxiousness. He felt an apprehension, a
wariness over something, but what? Logan sat in the
back of the Blackbird, and stared into the distance.
His creased brow and the folded arms across his chest
indicated to anyone who knew anything about body
language that the Wolverine did not want to be
Logan did not consider that pitiful fight with
Sabretooth a few minutes ago a challenge. It left him
wanting. Wanting to ram his razor-sharp adamantium
covered claws into something. Just what Sabretooth had
been up to was beyond him. And the not knowing
Earlier that day Professor Xavier had alerted the team
to mutant activity near the Canadian border. Logan had
decided to join the others even though he had already
been packed to leave the school for one of his
The more Logan thought about his encounter with the
big, blond brute, the stranger it seemed to him. It
wasn�t Creed�s style to just up and run away in the
middle of a good beating. The X-Men had just stood by
as he had one-on-one'd with the guy until Sabretooth
retreated snarling epithets in his wake.
�Did that freak call me a sawed-off, hairy, little
Wolverine had been just about to give chase when the
fearless leader had stopped him.
�The Professor wants us back. Something not right
about this situation.� All the normal crap that
usually happened whenever something was going his way.
�Change. That's what he needed. Change.� Logan
contemplated the various changes he could make.
�Rearrange his room? Nahhh, he could recruit one of
the school�s numerous females to do that, though it
could prove to be a threat to his masculinity. Bright
breezy curtains, cheerful furniture accompanied by
some interesting decor.�
Logan grinned inwardly at the thought.
�Get something new? Change something? Do something
His mental grin changed quickly into a grimace. He had
been listening to Marie natter on and on about too
many Teen magazines lately. No, all he really needed
was to beat the living hell outta someone.
His enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of soft
voices intruding on his thoughts. Blinking, Logan�s
eyes adjusted their focus. Single words drifted into
complete conversations. One caught his ear.
�What did you just say!?� Logan asked sharply snapping
his head left to face the two woman talking to one
�What?� Ororo asked. Turning her head from Jean, she
look questioningly at Logan.
�Just now. What you just said to Jean. Something about
�Oh. I was just telling Jean that Toad was out there,
too. When you where busy pounding Sabretooth, I found
Toad by the Blackbird.� Storm gave a tight smile, �I
don't think he enjoyed our little liaison.�
Jean laughed softly at Ororo�s little implication.
Logan's mind raced and changed gears abruptly. His
sharply-honed instincts distilled what his senses had
been trying to tell him.
�He planted a bomb,� Logan said almost causally as he
jumped out of his seat. �I can hear it outside.�
Everyone in the Blackbird turned and stared at him as
if he had just turned into a seven foot cockroach.
Scott began to take the jet down in a sharp arc. He
pounded furiously at various buttons and levers.
�There's nowhere to land!� Scott shouted. �Jean, can
you remove it?� .
The redhead closed her eyes to focus her mind, �I�ll
�Better do more den try or we all soon be little
bitties, cherie!� moaned Gambit.
�The damn thing�s under the wing,� Logan directed,
�near the fuselage!�
Gambit stared out the window as Jean�s face tightened
with control. A small black shape flew out from under
�You got it, cherie!� Gambit gleefully whooped.
Jean began to move the bomb away from the jet. Logan's
ears followed the ticking as it grew further away.
Jean was breathing hard with her exertion. Storm,
sitting next to Jean let out the breath she had been
holding. Scott smiled, and Logan froze.
Everything seemed to freeze when Logan heard the
ticking stop. Gambit�s face fell as the bomb exploded
next to the jet�s tail. A muted �WHOOMP� filled the
back of the cabin with fire as the tail was torn away.
Sirens blared on board as the Blackbird tumbled to
Robyn stared opened-mouthed as a plane fell from the
clouds. Only a minute ago it had been part of the
serene view of the forest below. Smoke spewed out from
the plane�s back. It twisted in the sky like some kind
of sick air show until the tree line and hill hid the
�Oh shit!� Robyn said to no one in particular except
for maybe her dog, Acacia.
�Oh shit,� she repeated softer as what she had just
seen hit home. Running to her campsite she grabbed the
first aid kit and slammed it in to her backpack. ,
�Come on, lets go.� she shouted to Acacia as she
slapped the side of her thigh to bring him to heel.
�I knew something like this was gonna happen!� The
large Rhodesian Ridgeback ran after his mistress even
though the scent of a nearby bear was much more
Robyn felt like she was in an episode of the Twilight
Zone. Her legs came skidding to a halt as the trees
suddenly became an unnatural clearing. There lay the
broken jet. Smoke still poured out of the gapping mess
that had once been a tail, and a few flames flicked
the side of a wing. It lay slightly to one side
showing Robyn it�s underbelly. Not a bad landing all
Robyn picked her way through the broken trees. She had
never seen anything like this plane before. True, she
was no genius when it came to plane designs, but she
was no dummy either. It was definitely a jet,
definitely stealth, definitely very expensive, and
definitely crashed. Movement caught her eye. There
where people inside! And they were alive!
�I'm coming!� Robyn yelled.
Pulling herself up through the hole in the side of the
cabin, Robyn coughed slightly, and looked around. Two
woman lay in a heap on two passenger chairs like
strewn dolls with limbs akimbo and heads lolling back.
Two men were still fastened in their chairs. One was
swearing in French, at least it sounded like that. The
other man who was obviously the pilot was still out.
They all looked young and all were dressed in some
kind of black, leather uniform. Military? A rock band?
Leftovers from Madonna�s newest video? Robyn blew out
her breath in a long controlled sigh and slowly
started checking the passengers for vital signs.
She dragged the passengers out of the plane one by
one, and laid them in a neat organized line. They had
all made it through the crash, though she couldn't
tell what the extent of their injuries were. All of
them had bad cuts and bruises. Time would tell about
internal problems. The one man who had been awake in
the plane had fainted when she had tried to move him.
He had probably broken something.
Unceremoniously dropping the pilot on the ground,
Robyn collapsed next to him in exhaustion. A small
puff of dust rose out from underneath her and settled
on his already dirty uniform. He moaned softly as she
fought for her breath. She didn�t have the best of
lungs in the world and lugging four people out of a
plane did not help.
They should be far enough from the plane if for some
reason it decided to blow. Robyn wondered how long it
would be before these guys got missed. Giving them
some sort of medical attention should be her next
step. Better start with the one closet to her, the
�Boy, did this guy have funky glasses,� she thought.
A long gash ran across his forehead running blood into
his hair. Robyn traced a finger along the wound. The
Pilot�s visor blocked some of the blood, but the skin
could be torn under it. She was impressed that these
shades hadn't broken and gotten glass into his eyes.
He could�ve lost his sight.
Sitting up, Robyn looked at his face trying to see how
the glasses were attached. Moving closer until her
head was nearer his, she pulled them off slowly from
his eyes. Putting them into her pocket gently, Robyn
studied his face. Useful facts gleamed from years of
reading and ER viewing provided a dim knowledge on
what to do next. Number one, check for concussion.
Robyn lifted his eyelid to inspect his pupil. A
searing beam of intense red light shot out of his eye
heaven-ward. It barely missed her hand. Scrambling
back, Robyn half gasped and yelped kicking up sand and
dust towards the prone man.
�What the hell was that!� she cried.
Adrenaline pumped into her veins from the shock, and
it made her alert to a sound coming from behind her.
Her dog. Acacia. He was growling at the trees. By the
time he started braying, the bear had already moved
into the clearing.
With one last grimace and a curse, Logan finally
managed to pull out the pine branch that had run
itself through his side. Falling back into the pine
needles he tossed the branch aside and waited for his
healing factor to kick in. It sealed off the wound and
the pain began to subside. Lucky for Toad that branch
had only impaled him and not ripped or punctured
anything. If it had, Logan would have really been
Logan looked upwards into the trees he had just
plummeted through on his downward journey from the
Blackbird. The blast had sucked him out along with the
back end of the jet. Unlike himself, that was now
happily strewn all around the forest. Again, lucky for
Toad he was not under anything either.
Grunting, Logan got up and checked his uniform. Other
than a large tear along his side that let in the
autumn twilight cold, Logan could see no other damage.
�Yeah, sit Scott down with a needle and some thread,
and we might be able to save this one.�
Catching the breeze, Logan savored the smells� pine,
earth, animals, hikers, burning jet� and turning
towards the north, .the smell of blood, too. Logan
started to run in the direction of where his friends
were. He only hoped that he would find someone to
help�before the other inhabitants of the woods did.
The large black bear whumphed onto the ground as he
swaggered into view. He headed for the jet that had
noisily disturbed him from the last of his autumn
gathering. A large brown dog darted back and forth in
front of the bear. The dog�s snarling, braying, teeth
bearing made an impressive show, but the bear was not
concerned. He knew his strength. What interested him
was the smell of blood that was coming from the prone
bodies that lay before him. The large male had stalked
prey before, but here was an easy meal; a fast kill
with a minimum of effort.
Robyn screamed for her dog, �ACACIA! Come here!� She
began pleading with her dog�s saner side, calling for
him and then tried to whistle him in. Nothing could
break her dogs attention from the large bear lumbering
into the clearing. Acacia was her best friend, her
protector, her companion, and Robyn was not about to
let a bear hurt him. Picking up her backpack, she
flung it at the bear. It stopped heading for the
injured passengers, and dazedly looked into her
direction as if to ponder what insect could try to
stop it. The bear made deep noises in it�s throat, and
as it�s large claws dug into the earth, it looked over
in Robyn�s direction.
The bear�s mean little eyes picked out Robyn just as
Acacia lunged for it�s shoulders. Roaring, the bear
rose on it�s back legs and reaching to his shoulder
with a huge paw, it flung the dog to the ground.
Acacia yelped. Robyn screamed, �NOOOO!� Running to her
dog�s side, Robyn tried to cut the bear off from the
passengers. The bear was again trying to reach them.
Looking around desperately, Robyn picked up a large
rock and threw it at the bears face. That stopped the
bear from moving toward the injured people, but before
the rock dropped back to the ground, it turned towards
Robyn. Standing her ground, Robyn held up a sharp
branch towards the charging mass of muscle that now
wanted to destroy her.
The acrid burning smell was strong as Logan weaved
amongst the trees. He finally cleared a small rise to
see the Jet lying amid the broken forest below. Black
gray smoke rose steadily out from the back of the jet.
Logan�s eyes tore away from the destruction to see his
four teammates lying in a neat row some distance from
the plane. He cocked an eyebrow as an peculiar sight
caught his eye.
A woman and a huge dog were standing down a bear. The
dog attacked it, and was flung to the ground for it�s
troubles. Throwing a rock at the bear�s head as it
ambled over to his team mates, the woman started to
run towards Logan�s direction. She stopped to pick up
a large branch, and used it to try to hold off the
bear. Logan quickly made his way down to her side.
�Don't move,� a voice whispered into Robyn�s ear.
She almost dropped the branch as a hand held her
steady. �Don't move,� Robyn�s mind echoed.
A body followed the hand moving from Robyn�s left side
to reveal a man wearing the same type of uniform as
the people she had pulled from the crash. The bear had
slowed. It was swaggering and ambling rather than
charging towards them. The man moved a step forward
standing directly in front of the bear�s line of
sight. The brute stopped and roared in defiance
exhibiting huge canines.
With her heart in her throat, Robyn watched the man
and bear stop five feet from one another. Sound
stopped, breathing stopped and rearing up to it�s full
height, the bear roared once more. A huge paw raked
across the man�s shoulder and chest. He staggered from
the force, but held straight and continued to face the
bear down. It stood there whumphing at the man until
it grew bored. Turning, it headed back to the trees.
Robyn was numb inside; the adrenaline already draining
from her system. Dropping the branch from her
white-fisted hands, she stumbled forward to her dog
who was lying still. Logan waited until the bear
disappeared and then ran to his friends. His chest
still hurt from the deep cuts the bears claws has
torn. Checking each pulse, Logan laughed as he found
all of his team mates to be alive and basically, in
He suddenly remembered the girl. Turning around, he
saw at her. She wore jeans, a white top, and black
sneakers. Curly brown hair tied into a pony tail with
escaping tendrils was topped off with a dusty hand
streak across her face. She had obviously tried to
wipe sweat from her eyes. It was cold, but Logan
realized that she must have moved all of the x-Men by
herself. No wonder she had sweated. Logan heard the
woman�s pleas to her dog. Getting up, he walked
quietly towards her.
�Acacia. Please, boy. Come on, Acacia. Please!� she
cried, tears streaking her dusty face.
She sounded foreign. Logan knelt down beside her, and
put his hand over the dog�s blood-sticky fur. A strong
pulse thumped into his fingers.
�He's fine. Don't worry. Just a bit stunned,� Logan
moved his hand, and stroked the fur.
The small whine that came from the dog�s throat
reassured Robyn that this man was right. Getting to
his feet unsteadily, the dog gave his owner a small
lick on the nose. Robyn laughed as tears came down her
cheeks. Acacia began licking them in a frantic doggy
dance. Cradling her dog into her lap, Robyn hugged
him. Logan grinned.
Getting up, he walked back to the jet. Searching the
cockpit, Logan found what he was looking for. Hitting
the crisis button sent a strong steady signal to the
school which indicated an emergency, the jet�s
location, and to send help immediately. Stepping back,
Logan looked around at the mess in the cockpit. Some
of Scott's blood was on the controls, that reminded
Logan blinked his eyes in the sunlight as he left the
cockpit, and jumped down off the wing. Scott's visor
was missing. He searched the ground. Watching the
woman from the corner of his eyes, a ruby glimmer
caught his attention. Huge dog in lap, the woman was
leaning against a tree and Scott's visor peeked out
off her pocket. Looking up from stroking the dog, she
caught Logan looking at her.
�Oh� you looking for these,� she said tugging the
strange glasses out from her pocket. The man didn't
say anything, but he cocked his eyebrow as he took
them from her outstretched hand.
�Here you go, Cyke,� Logan said softly clipping the
red visor back in place. The sun was beginning to set
giving the crash site a surreal feel. Logan sat down
next to the girl, and watched over his friends. He
hoped help would arrive soon.
Logan felt a whisper of air against his head. Robyn's
face dropped her smile when he turned and looked at
her. Weakly, she held out a pine needle.
�It was in your hair,� she smiled.
�Ah� thanks.� Plucking the needle from her hand he
twirled it in between his fingers.
�There's a lot more there,� she added helpfully. Logan
burst out laughing.
�I'm pretty sure there is, darlin�!�
She grinned back, �I'm Robyn.� She stuck out her hand.
He shook the offered hand, and looked at the now
sleeping dog whose his head was resting in the woman�s
�That's a brave dog. Like it�s owner. What's his
Robyn blushed slightly, �Acacia.� Logan smiled at
�You blush nicely. Nothing to be ashamed of,� he added
quickly as the blush deepened. �Not many people would
face down a bear like that.�
Robyn kept silent because of modesty and not knowing
what else to say. Logan looked back at his friends.
�They your friends?� Robyn finally asked.
�Yes�� Logan answered after awhile, �More like
He flicked the pine needle away, and shifted his
weight to face her more directly.
�You have an interesting accent Where you from?
Robyn burst out laughing
�Not when I last checked,� she laughed and grinned.
�I�m from South Africa.�
�Oh,� Logan said, like everything now made sense. She
It was now getting dark and cold quickly. Working
together, Robyn and Logan moved the X-Men closer, and
spread out thermal blankets over that they had found
in the Blackbird over them. They were still
unconscious, except for Gambit who floated in and out.
It had only been two hours since the crash.
�They've slipped from unconsciousness into healing
sleep.� Robyn commented dropping back down under a
pine tree as Logan finished checking on them. Acacia
patrolled the area until she called him back.
�Jean would have slapped a Band-Aid on them, and they
would all been fine by now,� Logan muttered.
�Jean is�?� Robyn started.
�The one with the red hair,� Logan finished.
Robyn rearranged her dogs ears, and sighed. �I have to
ask. When I took the glasses off your friend��
�Red light came out,� Logan continued for her cutting
her off before she could say more. �Scott's a mutant,
so�s Jean, Ororo, and Remy.�
Logan looked at her to gauge her reaction.
�So am I,� he said in a almost blase way.
�Figures,� Robyn smiled. �I don't think it's an
everyday thing for guys to shoot out disco shows
through their eyes.�
Logan chuckled, �You should meet some of the others.�
�Can I ask why you�re a mutant?� She asked gently.
Logan hadn't expected that for some reason. He was
quiet for awhile.
�I heal real fast.�
�Explains how come you�re not lying there with your
Logan didn't know why he was talking so openly with
Robyn, but it was not like he had anything else to do�
besides he kinda like talking to her. She looked good,
�Stop it, Logan,� he mentally rebuked himself, �Don't
�I also have really good senses� he added tapping the
side of his nose.
�Cool,� she smiled. Logan was quiet for awhile so
Robyn started to speak.
�I�� He continued interrupting her again. �And I have
He moved his hand a little away from her, and extended
his claws. The sharp �SNIKT� filled the night air
startling both the human and the dog. Acacia raised
his head, saw nothing interesting and fell back
asleep. Robyn blinked wide-eyed as the claws slid back
into their housings in his forearm.
�Explains why the bear left so quickly,� she said
quietly as Logan's dark eyes locked on to hers. He
stared at her and when he started to laugh, she joined
in. Acacia wagged his tail in his sleep.
They talked as it got darker sharing stories; Logan
spoke about the others, Robyn spoke about her life in
�So what's an Acacia?� Logan asked as the dog put a
large paw on his knee and spread his dew claw into his
uniform. He gently removed the claw and stroked the
�It�s a thorn tree from my country. They can survive
almost anything, you know. I thought it was a good
name, his kind being bred to hunt lions once,� Robyn
answered unconsciously rubbing her exposed arm.
Logan watched as Robin�s skin goose-fleshed.
�You want to come closer,� He reached a arm towards
her and she visibly shrunk away
�You�re cold� body heat� closer together��
�Oh,� Robyn said feebly, �okay.� She shuffled closer
to Logan as he put a arm around her pulling her to his
side and feeling her stiffen.
�What about you� your uniform?� She moved her head
down to peer at the torn leather.
�I'm fine. Used to the cold.� Logan saw her looking at
the tears, and he quickly used his free hand to pull
the material back together as best he could.
Finally, Robyn relaxed and sighed as his body warmth
started to warm her up. She put a arm around his waist
and snuggled her head into the crook of his arm. Every
now and then Logan felt a small tremor run across her
body from the cold.
�I'm still not used to this weather,� she said
sleepily. Her head was falling heavier onto his chest,
and her other arm was now resting across his abdomen.
�I thought I would be by now.�
Robyn�s hand around Logan�s waist played with the torn
fabric on his side pulling the material closer
together as she started to drift away. Acacia moved in
The slow rhythm of her breathing told Logan that she
was asleep. Holding her body against his with his back
propped against a pine tree and a large dog now
resting it�s head almost on top of his crotch� well,
at least Scott was still unconscious. A short time
later, Logan watched as Xavier's help arrived. After
Beast assured Logan that everyone was fine, he sat
down with the dog and kept vigil over his sleeping
friends as the they sped towards Westchester.
As sleep left, Robyn�s mind witnessed her surroundings
in bits, absorbing one thing at a time. The light
filtered through the curtains, the feeling of the bed
covers against her skin, the color of the walls.
�Where on earth was she?�
Robyn thought about what had happened yesterday.
�Logan� oh,� She sighed mentally. Twisted around to
lay on her stomach in the bed, Robyn pulled her wits
together. Time to get up and figure out what's up.
A familiar voice echoed in Logan�s head. �Logan, may I
see you when you�re finished with your breakfast,
�Dammit, Chuck! I thought I told you to stop that!�
Logan snapped almost dropping his fork load of bacon
back onto his plate.
�Wha��?� asked Remy groggily. His hair was disheveled,
his chest bandaged from broken ribs and his arm was
bandaged tight against him.
�The Prof,� Logan answered curtly tapping his temple.
Logan noted that Gambit didn't respond well to pain
killers as once again the Cajun's spoon went plopping
back onto his breakfast plate.
�Never mind,� Logan threw down the last of his coffee.
Storm and Jean walked into the dining area and headed
for the food. Storm was still a bit tender from
yesterday, but had gotten up early this morning like
she always did. She had waited for Jean to finish with
the Professor before joining her friend for breakfast.
Considering that only fourteen hours ago they had
crashed a jet, the X-Men had been checked-in and
discharged from the med-lab after a thorough check-up
by Beast. Hardly anyone had anything serious. Hardly
anyone Storm reminded herself as she looked at Jean
and nodded towards Gambit lolling in his seat next to
Logan watched as the two women headed his way. Each
balanced plates and glasses of juice. He prodded
Gambit aside for Storm as she sat down. He moved aside
for Jean as she almost spilled orange juice on top of
�Mornin�� Logan said in his most cheerful voice.
Good morning� I'm sorry. Let me get that,� Jean
grabbed the nearest napkin and started dabbing the
�Don't worry about that. I'm sure Logan doesn't mind,�
Storm said helpfully starting to slice into a
�Not at all. Adds flavor, I suppose,� Logan pulled a
face at Storm and then smiled at Jean. �So, how you
and the others feeling?�
�Well, other than the intense pain and lovely bruises,
just fine, I suppose.�
�It all distraction. Magneto t�inks he clever,� Gambit
mumbled as he chased a mushroom around his plate.
�C�est tres horrible!� he added. Logan spluttered into
his second cup of coffee as he laughed.
�That's his first coherent thought of the day!�
Logan watched the Cajun from the corner of his eye as
Remy once again threatened to collapse into his
breakfast. Rocking once or twice, Gambit shook his
head as if to clear it and then proceeded to once
again stare mournfully into his plate.
�Gambit too hurt to eat,� he moaned pitifully.
�Here, let me eat it for you,� Logan grunted around a
mouthful of bacon as he reached over to grab the
Cajun's plate. Remy looked horrified. Pushing his
plate closer and out of Wolverine�s reach, he begun to
chase his mushrooms in earnest again.
�Stop teasing him, Logan,� said Storm as she helped
Remy pierce the rebel mushroom.
Logan grinned and then remembered a very quiet Jean
sitting next to him. She nibbled quietly on a apple.
�How's Scott?� He asked in his most sincere voice.
Jean stopped chewing and swallowed
�Fine, I guess. He woke up briefly for about an hour.
He's now sleeping off the worst of a very bad
headache. Hank has him drugged up for the pain� and
the guilt� she added. �He blames himself.�
�Jean, we all know that there was no way Scott
could�ve known about the sabotage. In fact, if
anyone's to blame, it's me. I should�ve checked to see
what Toad was up to.� Storm was about to continue when
Logan cut in.
�Scott saved our lives. If anyone else had been flying
the Blackbird, ten to one, we would all be spread out
in various pieces around the trees,� Logan said,
waving his fork around to dramatic effect.
For Logan to compliment anything about Scott was a
minor miracle and Jean appreciated his words.
�It be a trap, cherie,� Gambit added to the
conversation. The atmosphere around the table was
beginning to turn grim so Jean quickly tried to turn
�I hear that it�s not only Scott we have to thank for
saving our various body parts,� Jean looked pointedly
at Logan who looked pointedly back at her.
�Yeah, so how's the little robin doing?�
Jean coughed and cleared her throat. She began to
nibble on her apple again.
�She's great. Up early this morning. Marie and Kitty
took her down for breakfast, showed her around, and
after checking that her dog was fine, I took her up to
see the Professor.�
�Where was I?� Logan asked.
�Asleep,� Jean answered.
�Oh,� he said sheepishly looking at his watch. It was
already 11:00 in the morning.
�Wolverine no be a morning per�� Gambit begun to say
until Logan kicked him hard under the table.
�OW!� Remy shouted indignantly.
�We noticed,� Jean muttered under her breath as she
sipped her juice as Storm snickered. �but I wasn't
only referring to her.�
Logan promptly got very interested in his bacon.
�Yes, I do recall Robyn and I discussing your little
adventure on our way up to the Professor,� Jean turned
and grinned at Logan.
�Something about a bear?�
Logan hated attention.
�Smokey obviously thought Cyke looked like a picnic
basket,� Logan grumbled into his coffee.
�Oh, for once, Logan, please take a compliment!� Jean
moaned. She then smiled warmly as she took his hand to
get his attention.
�Thanks, Logan,� Storm smiled with Jean. Her smile
split into a grin as Jean said, �But did you have to
get so close to Smokey? Scott is going to freak when
he sees you've managed to shred another uniform.�
Then she scooted closer to Gambit to help him catch
his second mushroom.
�She is not a mutant.�
Xavier sat in his office and watched the mansion�s
front entrance from his window. The huge dog bounded
up to where Ororo had just joined Marie and Robyn out
on the front steps. He deposited a gob-slimed ball
onto their laps. When the girls picked up the ball to
tossed it once again for the over-eager dog, Xavier
smiled as squeals of disgust reached his window.
Logan fidgeted in his chair and ran a hand through one
half of his hair managing to flatten one point
�Whadda you mean, �not a mutant�? You just said she
Logan was confused. Though she hadn't a clue to what
the Professor meant either, Jean had to stifle a small
laugh. Logan�s facial expressions and eyebrows
conveyed every thought that his words didn't.
�Dreams of the future, guiding instincts, deja vu,
ghosts, the sixth sense,� Xavier answered turning his
wheelchair around from the window to face the
�If she were a mutant, her powers would be psychic �
Logan made a humphing noise in the back of his throat,
and flattened his other point as he again ran a hand
through his hair.
�Ghosts!!! You�re� kidding me.� Logan would of said
'fucking,' but he was tying not to swear in front of
Jean looked amazed. �I've heard of it before. Gypsies
have always claimed those powers. Some families are
supposed to have spiritual connections that a mother
passes on to a daughter or son, but I never really
considered it before. Until now.�
Logan could see Jean starting to sink into her
�And she says she has these abilities. And she's not a
mutant. Amazing,� Jean began to mumble some obscure
material to herself.
�Come on, Jean,� said Logan. �Ghosts? We�re talking
hocus-pocus here.� Logan liked Robyn, but this was
getting too weird for him.
�And just what do you call reading minds?� Jean
Logan looked rebuked, but still grumbled. �Ghosts. And
you people say I drink to much in the mornings.�
Logan sat on the stairs with Marie. He had waited for
the Professor to call Storm and Robyn back inside for
one last discussion before he had made his way down.
Wondering for a moment about where Gambit was, Logan
decided that Remy was probably still asleep at the
The day had turned out to be stunning. The sun was
It had turned out to be a stunning day with the sun
dappled by clouds. Most of the school�s occupants were
outside under the trees or lying in the grass
�I love Sundays,� Marie sighed. She took the
gob-soaked ball from Acacia's mouth and tossed it
again across the grounds.
�And then tomorrow is Monday,� Logan sighed
�You are such a pessimist,� Marie wiped her hands on
her jeans. �Lord, Ah didn't know that dogs could exude
so much slobber!�
She wiped the remainder of the dog slobber on Logan�s
shirt. Hearing footsteps from the doorway, Logan
turned his head to see Robyn, Jean and Storm finally
coming down. They stopped and spoke a bit to each
other. Jean and Storm looked at Logan and Marie. They
waved to the pair and walked back inside the building.
Robyn stepped lightly down to join the pair on the
�Hi, mind if I join you?�
�Sure,� Marie wiggled closer to Logan to make room for
Robyn. At that moment, Acacia came charging back when
he saw his mistress. He jumped over all of them doing
a doggy dance of joy.
�I'm glad to see you too, boy,� Robyn slapped his
sides and ruffled his fur. The dog finally calmed down
and happily sat at her feet to chew on the ball. He
crunched it in and out making little puffy noises.
�Oh, dear. I think my dog has chewed up your ball,�
Robyn looked mournfully at the two halves of the
tennis ball that Acacia was now poking his nose at.
�We have plenty. No problem,� Logan produced another
ball from his pocket
�That's the third one this last hour,� he said. �So
far, he's tired out four kids, eaten breakfast, lunch,
supper and tea in one go, and played fetch until he
ran a trench in the rose garden!�
Logan began laughing when Robyn got a very stern
expression on her face and started to apologize .
�He's just pulling you�re leg, Robyn. It was only two
Logan grinned as Marie spoke with a straight face, and
then she finally broke down into a huge grin
�You�re too polite for your own good. Ignore Logan.
Everyone does,� Marie looked closely at Robyn. They
were almost the same age.
�Logan told me about how you helped the team,� Marie
said. Robyn nodded shyly.
�Modest, too,� Logan added making a mock bow. �The
galaxy is eternally grateful to you for saving Scott's
ass.� They all laughed.
Robyn had just been to see the Professor with Jean and
Storm. He had explained everything to her; the X-Men,
who everyone was and what everyone was. All the
answers she had asked for and other answers he had
volunteered. He had thanked her for everything. He
promised on behalf of the school, that if she ever
needed anything, she was to just asked.
Modesty had prevailed and Robyn insisted that Logan
would have been there anyway to save them the team,
but the Professor insisted. He said that Logan might
not have been there in time to stop the bear. That
made sense. There was thanks given all around and good
wishes for the future. Robyn could now gather her
stuff and go home, and in any transport she wanted as
a gift from the X-Men. The Professor did make one
request; would she mind hanging around a little longer
for some tests?
Robyn ended up staying two more weeks at the school.
She spent the mornings with the Professor and Jean who
ran tests, talked to her, and marveled at her claims.
Her evenings were spent outside, watching the night
with Logan who smoked his cigars. Robyn hadn't meant
to tell the Professor about her family's heritage, but
he had a way with words and a presence that made all
her stories gush out in one sitting.
Robyn lay in her bed, daydreaming, but at night. The
mansion was quiet and she could hear it�s sounds
around her. The wind outside, people sleeping inside,
the mansion�s creaking as it settled into the evening
from the day�s heat.
Heat. How she missed the heat of home. African sun in
African skies, soaking into your bones. What they
called heat here was like her coldest winters. How
Ororo could stand being here for so long was amazing.
Robyn sighed and rolled onto her back and fluffed up
�Try to sleep,� she commanded herself. She would be
going home tomorrow. The two weeks here had been an
eye opener. She had only been in the States for just
over a month and still hadn't really met anyone who
she deemed worthy of making friends with. She
roommated with an Australian named Corri. Well, her
whole name was Corriander, but Robyn pitied anyone who
called the fiery Aussie by her full title.
Just over a month and look at what she has gotten
herself into already. Her friends and family back in
Cape Town would never believe it. A mutant school,
teams of avenging super humans, jets crashing in the
woods, confrontations with bears, and Logan. No, she
wouldn't mention that one. Keep the biggest surprises
for last. Robyn snickered in the dark. Her, interested
in a guy. And what a guy. Won�t her mom be proud.
Logan surprised her though. She had always heard of
Canadians back home as polite, kind, and good-natured.
Robyn laughed out loud at that one and quickly shut
her mouth in case she woke someone up. Acacia whined
next to her bed.
�Sorry boy,� She said. He thumped his tail a few times
and fell back asleep.
Robyn sighed and remembered the day she had walked
into the TV lounge and found Logan watching a hockey
game. She had said something sarcastic. It was along
the lines of her thinking that only Canadians watched
hockey, and shouldn't he be watching football or
basketball or baseball or something?
At that precise moment Scott had walked in and had
answered her. �But he is Canadian.� He had seen Logan
tense up and when Robyn had started to change the
conversation to hide Logan's awkwardness, Scott
continued. �Oh�and he also likes Maple syrup and��
Scott then proceeded to rattle off a whole list that
eventually had Robyn slapping herself in laughter.
Logan extending his middle claw (only) and threw an
empty beer can at Scott. He only hooted more in
laughter and threw the can back at Logan's head, but
not before he proudly showing Robyn the label,
Before Logan could decapitate him with the beer can,
Scott had charged out the door laughing so hard that
Robyn thought he would fall over. He was obviously
well over his concussion, or was he. What where the
side affects of being knocked hard on the head?
Later that day, after searching the telephone book and
asking Marie, Kitty and their friends (who were a
little young for her age, but good company none the
less) to take her to the local mall, Robyn managed to
track Logan down outside the large house. He was
brooding over a rather pungent cigar.
Logan watched her walk across the patio towards him.
She was obviously hiding something behind her back.
She had the most amazingly curly hair.
�Stop it, � he growled to himself. He cocked an
eyebrow at her as she spoke.
�Pick a hand,� Robyn announced, not caring if it
sounded a bit childish.
�What?� Logan's face tightened in amusement
�Pick one� a hand,� she added helpfully.
�You�re kidding me,� Logan started smiling. She was a
brash as Marie. Not many people would ask the
Wolverine to pick a hand. Then again, not many people
had spent a night tucked into his arm.
�Come on� pick one,� Robyn insisted. She moved her
shoulders as if to show him that her hands where
attached to her arms.
�Left,� He grinned.
�Surprise!� Robin crowed in happiness. She flung her
arm from behind her back to reveal a six pack of beer
and dangled in front of his nose.
�Huh?� Logan retrieved the beer and glanced at the
unfamiliar label. Looking back at Robyn he waited for
an explanation, not that he really cared. He was
actually shocked that any girl, well, that Robyn,
would buy him alcohol.
�It�s Castle Lager. Beer from South Africa. I looked
up a store in the mall that sold stuff from home, and
I thought that maybe, since you like beer, that you
would like to try something different.�
Logan opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing to
emerge ended up as a lame, �Thanks.�
�Pleasure. Anything to improve the exports from home.�
Robyn replied twirling away and heading back inside
�Consider it a
gift,� she added over her shoulder when she reached
Logan laughed to himself and opened a beer from the
six pack. �Damn her accent was sexy.�
Later that evening Logan caught Robyn in the dinning
hall. �You were right. That was one of the best brews
I've ever had.�
Robyn smiled and replied, �That was nothing. You
should try our wine.�
Now that the house had stopped its creaking, Robyn
felt sleep drag itself over her tired body.
Logan heard Scott coming down the corridor and quickly
turned his head away from the hockey game on the TV to
focus his full attention on Gambit. They sat
cross-legged on the lounge floor playing cards on the
coffee table. Logan had already won all of Gambit�s
earnings for the next four years, his favorite card
deck, the remote control, some chips, and a bottle cap
that Gambit had found under the table. Logan didn't
know how that had gotten there.
Scott walked in just as Logan put down his last card
in a dramatic flourish.
�Full House,� Logan announced. He looked up to see
Scott watching a very unstable Gambit.
�I'm now the proud owner of some prime swamp real
estate.� Logan said to Scott.
Gambit moaned in dismay. Grabbing the offending cards,
he began reshuffling them.
�Still medicated, huh?� Scott asked wearily.
�Ya' can tell Beast that I'm thoroughly enjoying my
babysitting stint,� Logan replied. Whether he was in
jest or not, Scott couldn't tell.
�When is Beast going to cut his medication?�
�Hopefully not before I've won his Bourbon supply.�
Logan mumbled. Logan strained to see what Scott was
carrying in his hands. Tearing his eyes from the
overly drugged Cajun, Scott coughed and cleared his
�This is for you,� He tossed a mottled blue envelope
at Logan and then started to toss one to Gambit, but
had second thoughts. He neatly tucked Gambit�s into
his shirt pocket.
�We all got one; Jean, myself, Ororo, Gambit, Marie,
Kitty, Jubilee, Beast and you,� Scott counted, ticking
the names off on his fingers. �They came in the post
Logan looked at the envelope as Scott started to
leave. �I'm going to talk to Beast about Gambit. You
better tell Jean if you�re going or not so she can
Logan waited for Scott's footsteps to fade before he
looked back at the TV screen. He swore lightly when he
realized he�d missed a score. Fingering the envelope
he extended a claw and tore it open along the top.
Gambit mumbled something about Logan cheating and
began to play solitaire.
It was an invite� from Robyn. Strange to say, but he
had sorta missed the girl.
The invitation was written on silver-blue paper in
black with a hand forced into neatness. Logan smiled
at the effort. Reading past the time, date and place,
which was a week away at Robyn�s new house, Logan
lifted his eyebrow at the last detail. It was a
�A what?� Logan uncurled himself. Getting up, he
flicked the channel to a nature documentary for Gambit
on gators and strode away to find Jean.
Robyn knelt down by the counter cupboards and moved
various appliances aside. Two pairs of bare legs,
probably belonged to Kitty and Jubes, charged past her
leaving soggy trails behind. A few seconds later a
large splash came from the pool followed by shrieks,
laughter, and a loud �HEY! Watch it!!� from Logan.
This was followed by even more laughter.
Another pair of wet legs wandered into her line of
vision as she closed the doors and started to stand
up. Corri stood in front of her, dripping water
everywhere and grinning like a fool.
�This was a fantastic idea, Rob,� she said offering
her hand to help Robyn up.
When they had bought this house just over a week ago,
using their combined money, they had instantly agreed
on the idea of a house warming. Later they had almost
cried in frustration and home sickness when they had
concluded that there was no way on earth that they
would invite their stuck up and stuffy office
co-workers into their home for a celebration.
Then Robyn suggested inviting the X-Men. Of course,
she hadn't worded it like that. It was more along the
lines of the people she had met from the air crash.
Corri had agreed that it was a great idea. She already
knew from Robyn�s stories that they were a bunch of
twenty-something mutants (some maybe a bit older.)
Wait till the new neighbors heard.
Robyn truthfully hadn't expected a response like the
one she received. She didn�t know that the X-Men did
not get invites for political balls and
save-the-earth-showdowns. And of course, they had
never been invited to a house warming/pool party/BBQ
given by non-mutants. Those types of events were
usually private family events on Xavier�s estate. So,
of course, they jumped at the chance to come.
Robyn grinned back at Corri and looked out the sliding
doors to the pool. It was full of bobbing heads and
flailing limbs. On the patio were sun tanning bodies
and a very large, blue, hairy guy who insisted that he
would clog the filter if he so much as looked in to
the water. Scott had then replied that if Logan could
get in the pool then why couldn't Beast?� Beast then
immediately ended up being the first one in the pool
as Logan grinned from ear to ear.
Corri looked at Robyn, �Still haven't found the forks,
Robyn looked sheepish, and she turned away from the
organized chaos outside as Storm made a funnel of
water to shoot Gambit into the pool.
�I just don't know where they are. Think we maybe
forgot them back in the apartment?�
�Please!� said Corri holding up her hand. �Don't get
another paranoia attack. We left NOTHING behind,
especially the marshmallow forks. Way too important to
�You�re right, but what we do now for desert? The fire
will die down soon if we don't get hold of some
Marie had just walked past the two roommates and
paused to listen in. Robyn stopped talking and smiled
at her. She couldn't notice the body stocking. One
thing she had been worried about was Marie not
swimming and feeling left out, but apparently Logan
had persuaded her into taking Jean and Storm�s advice.
Marie wore a two-piece bathing suit over a skin-like
�What's the problem?� Marie asked.
�We can�t find the marshmallow forks.�
�Oh�� Marie looked outside to watch Logan's hand sneak
out of the pool and grab Jean�s ankle dragging her
back in the water. Jean yelped in indignity so Scott
dived in and dragged Logan under the water. Logan's
head shot out of the water and as he pushed Scott
under Gambit and Kitty jumped in to join the fray.
�Ya' know, Ah never thought he would be able to do
Corri looked confused. �Do what?�
�Swim,� Marie answered.
�Who can�t swim?� asked Robyn as her mind drifted back
into the conversation after admiring the X- Men
bathing suits� and contents there of.
�Logan. Well, apparently he can swim, but Ah always
figured he would be too heavy to actually swim, you
know,� Marie replied.
�Well, he does keep away from the deep end,� Corri
observed. She took a double take at Marie and looked
confused again. �What do you mean, too heavy?�
�Oh! You don't know� ahhh, well� It goes sorta like
this�� Marie explained Logan to the two girls. Robyn
now fully understood Logan's claws and Corri oh-ing
and really-ing like a kid in school. Just as Marie got
to an interesting bit about Logan's self defense
classes, the man himself walked in.
Marie spluttered in mid-sentence and changed the topic
into the bathroom tiles that were a �Oh so stunning
blue.�' The three young women tried to ignore the
dripping Logan standing in the kitchen.
Logan instantly categorized Robyn�s Aussie roommate
into �Kitty, Jubilee and other assorted annoyances,�
as she stared at him unabashedly from the corner of
He pointed at the fridge. �I just came to getta beer.�
Now it was Robyn�s turn to stare at him. Black baggy
shorts, hair slicked back by the water, body
glistening and dripping all over the bricks outside on
the patio. The funniest thing was that he didn't come
in to the house because he was too polite to get the
�You can come in. Don't worry about the water,� Corri
broke her stare as she invited him in.
He strolled in casting a puzzled look at the girls.
Opening the fridge, he grabbed two beers and some ice.
He opened one beer immediately and after taking a long
gulp, he went right back out again. Gambit, who was
laying in the sun on the grass, began screaming in
French which instantly informed the girls what Logan
had done with the ice.
Watching the doorway where he had just passed, Marie
was gripped all of a sudden by one of the funniest
ideas she had ever had.
Logan awoke under the tree with a dog's head in his
lap and three young ladies staring at him. He opened
one eye wearily and then the next. He cocked an
eyebrow when the three just continued to stand there
�Enjoying the view?�
Marie burst out laughing as the other two girls had
the decency to look away. Robyn actually blushed
On the other side of the pool, Kitty, Jubes and Gambit
watched as the three girls surrounded Logan and woke
him up. By the end of their brief conversation, Jean,
Storm and Beast who had been laying nearby the tree
were laughing in hysteria as the three girls seemed to
be pleading with Logan. Scott walked up to Gambit and
�What dey up to, mon ami?� Remy asked.
Just at that moment Logan jumped up and banged his
head on a low branch and his indignant yelp of
�OWWWW!� was heard on the other side of the pool.
�Gambit don' know wha� Marie up to, but Logan sure be
looking worried,� the Cajun observed.
As evening fell, the X-Men sat around the patio
enjoying the night, the stars, the moon and the sight
of the once proud Wolverine toasting marshmallows on
the end of his claws.
Castle Lager, Rhodesian Ridge Backs, Cape Town, and
South Africans with curly, brown hair do really exist.
A �Braai� is what we call a BBQ.
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