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The New Girls	By : DarkRoze Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 11369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She didn't know how long she was in that black nothingness, but the first thing that seeped into that world was the smell of disinfectant like that of a hospital. Then she started finding other smells that would come and go the smell of rain, the smell of flowers, the smell of blood, and the smell of cologne. There were actually two types of cologne, one smelled familiar, she knew it but couldn't place it; the other was disgusting and made her sick. Well as sick as she could get trapped in her own mind, the smell she found herself waiting for however was the rare one. It was unique, it was the smell of leather and tobacco but it was laced with a wild sent. She didn't know how she could smell something wild, something animal but she could, and that smell made her feel safe it made her know everything was okay. She wanted to get to that smell, to curl up with it and never leave it. For as safe as that smell made her feel the flower smell countered it, making her want to destroy it and never smell it again. At the same time she wanted nothing to do with the scent of those flowers. Sometimes the smells would mix two or three at a time. The worst time she had was when the safe smell and the flower smell mixed, she hated it, for some reason it angered her and she knew that no matter what she would find a way to punish and destroy the flower sent. She wanted to get out of this place, and find out if the smells were people, animals, or some sick experiment. If it were the latter the person deserved to die for tainting her safe smell with the other one, she vowed to herself to find the source of the smells. Then the smell of rain came and seemed to wash all others away, Connie was glad for that. The toll it took on her when the flowers and the safe smell were together was indescribable, but the rain was different. Rain was clean, rain was pure, rain was safe to but in a different way. Then as the smell of rain began to fade her safe smell came back, it was untouched by the smell of flowers. Connie was happy for that, she started fighting for the smell, and she wanted it this way forever. She never wanted to be without it, this smell was hers that meant whatever it was on was hers as well.
Suddenly something else worked its way into her awareness as she fought to get to her smell, the steady chirp. She didn't know what it was but it got stronger the closer she got to her smell. It was hard to get to her smell, like trying to get through quicksand with weights tide to your body. Still she would not give up; she did not want to smell the flowers again. She could almost feel the smell now; it was warm and seemed to call to her. Then it started to fade, she tried to call out but she couldn't. She wanted to weep, she had been so close and now it was slipping away and she was helpless. Then she formed a plan, the smell would come back, it always came back, and next time when it did she would have it after all she still heard the chirping sound.
The sound of the chirps had long since faded together as she waited for her smell to come back; she hardly noticed it any more. The comforting cologne had come back and so had the rain, but her smell had stayed away, she wished the flower, and the stinky one would to. She waited; sometimes when the comforting smell was there she felt something moving through the darkness around her. She didn't know if it was friend or foe but she hoped it was friend and would help her get to the wild smell. Then flower smell came back again, and again, sometimes alone and sometimes with one of the other smells, still the wild smell did not come back. Connie vowed that the next time the flowers came back alone she would seek out their source and destroy it. It was several more visits latter that the smell of flowers was finally alone with her, and she made her move. It took much more effort then she expected to shove through the haze and weight of the darkness, shoving through the pain in her body as she began to feel it from her head to her toes. She waited only a moment to allow herself to adjust to having her body back before her eyes snapped open and quickly surveyed the room. At seeing that it was some type of lab room fear poured through her like molten lava, filling her with strength and power. She sat up and began pulling the cord and strings off of her, the chirping sound suddenly let out a long unending note that betrayed her movements. A red haired woman in a white lab coat with her hair pulled back into a pony tail turned around to face Connie; the woman had a needle filled with clear liquid. Connie knew in a heartbeat that the smell of flowers wasn't just on this woman it WAS this woman, suddenly it click in Connie's head. The smells where actually people coming and going and this was the person she did not like.
"Easy, easy, I'm not going to hurt you." The red head said, her voice was kind and gentle but Connie felt like it was lying to her. She stepped back and the woman put the needle down.
"So you're going to kill me painlessly? Gee thanks." Connie said sarcastically.
"I'm not going to kill you," the red head said. "I'm Doctor Jean Gray and your safe. You're at Xavier's School for the gifted."
"I'm safe? I'm your lab rat! You were going to stick that in me!" Connie accused, pointing at the needle, the name of the school sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. Anyway what kind of school looked like this?
"You're in the hospital part of the school, we tried to x-ray you but your powers didn't allow it to work properly." Jean explained.
'Good' Connie thought, that meant if she had to fight they didn't know about her claws. She wasn't ashamed of them but she didn't like using them or showing them off. They were her secret, she couldn't remember just why but she had the feeling that someone would be very upset that she had them let alone used them.
"We need to know if you're alright; if you're hurt in some way we should be able to fix it." Jean said her voice was still kind and soft; it was setting Connie's teeth on edge.
"I would have healed myself by now." Connie said, she didn't want to tell her that but the fewer tests they ran the happier Connie would be. The last thing she wanted was them to find out she was a mutant.
"Alright," it was all Jean said before Connie felt the stab of something in her arm she looked down and a plunger was being pushed in by an invisible hand. Connie glared back at the woman, now she would kill this Jean Gray who smelled like flowers. Connie took a step then everything went black again.
This time the darkness wasn't as deep, she could hear things now. The hiss of the door whenever a smell would come or go, the sound of shoed feet walking across the floor, or in the case of the comfortable smell it was a soft buzzing sound. She could feel him moving in the darkness around her, trying to find her still. She wanted information, she would think about that and that alone, and then suddenly he was there. He was a kind looking man, and he wanted to help her, to give her the information she craved. He told her that he was Xavier that he had been looking for her for a long time. She asked about the smells and he told her, they were the smells of mutants. The rain was one called Ourora; she had power over the elements. Jean Gray was a doctor and he had known her most her life, she was like a daughter to him. Connie absorbed the information like a sponge that had been without water to long. The stinky smell was Scott Summers, another man that Xavier had raised. When Connie asked about her safe smell she was very careful, it was clear this man although kind and gentle liked the woman Connie hated. She didn't want to anger the one giving her information. She described the sent as only leather and tobacco, Xavier had laughed at that. He told her that the wild smell belonged to a man named Logan, and Logan was out on a mission right now, thus why Connie hadn't smelled him. Connie accepted this information quietly, trying to keep her mind as blank as she could. So far Xavier had been polite about not forcing himself into her mind she only hopped that it would stay that way. Shortly after that Xavier excused himself explaining that this was rather hard on him and then she was alone with her thoughts once more.

Somewhere deep in the Amazon jungle Logan growled as he laid waiting for his prey. The mission was simple, capture the target and bring it back. Xavier had told him to use only necessary force and kill only if need be. Logan rolled his eyes at the thought; he never killed for the pleasure of it. He wouldn't deny that he had enjoyed killing some people, but they had deserved it. That didn't mean he was going to go look for people he felt deserved to die either, that wasn't his job. Hell that's why he'd been labeled a deserter, because some where the team of Special Forces he was in had lost its ability to see what it was doing. To see the differences between right and wrong, they had become nothing more then hired killers. Logan clenched his teeth at the thought; it made him wonder how many of the students in Xavier's school were going to turn out to be blood thirsty killers. Thinking of the kids made him think of another one though.
He had been shocked when Kenai had returned, and even more shocked when he realized that she had returned with the limp body of a woman who looked about the same age as herself. Kenai, who was in her late teens to early twenties, had brought the girl to him for some reason. Logan knew that Kenai hated Jean, and he didn't fully understand why because when he'd tried to question her about it she had just gave him some cryptic answer about trust before going to her dorm room. Logan had carried the woman down stairs, after Kenai had made him promise to keep her in the loop. Logan closed his eyes without realizing it. He could still feel the dark haired woman in his arms as he carried her first to Xavier then to the hospital wing. Scott had tried to take her from him at one point and he almost ripped the man's throat out. He never liked Scott, that fact was well known and the reason why had a lot to do with Jean, she smelled like flowers to him. Dogwoods to be exact, she smelled different and the sent intrigued him. It always annoyed him when she would come around smelling like she'd made love to a sunk after being with Scott. He wanted her so he could find out what it was about her sent that intrigued him. Then when Kenai had brought that unknown woman he had seemed to lose interest in Jean, even now he only acknowledged she was interesting and dismissed it just as quickly. The new woman smelled like clean fresh mint, the kind you find growing wild in the forest and he wanted it to be his alone. He had begun to think of her as his, he spent time in the lab with her. Jean had taught him how to read the machines to check to see if their where changes, it had become almost an obsession. He liked to check on her at least twice a day; he would sit by her and wait. Scott had made a comment about him being like a loyal lap dog and it was only Jean's powers that saved the man from a very slow death. That's when Xavier had sent him on this mission, Logan had agreed, he wanted to make Xavier swear to keep her safe but he suddenly realized that he had no idea why he was so wrapped with her. Even now thousands of miles away he couldn't get her off his mind, it was hard for him to understand is own feelings for the woman.
Below him a twig snapped bringing him back to reality and to his purpose: find, capture, return. Then he'd have time for his crâne femme. He froze for a split second, when had he decided she was absolutely his? Let alone why did he give her the title of warrior woman? He almost growled, she was a distraction, one he didn't need right now. One that could get him killed, he shoved her out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
He looked down and saw the lone man pass under him, this was almost too easy. Logan looked around, his senses going on high alert. What might he have let enter his area without his knowledge? How distracted had he been? He didn't hear anything else; he pulled out a gun, aimed and pulled the trigger. The soft popping sound was the only thing that gave him away. The figure crumpled to the forest floor in a heap, Logan dropped down silently and crept over to the unmoving body. Logan still had his gun out in case the man was faking it, Logan rolled him over with his boot and waited several long minuets listening to the sound of the forest around him before he decided the man with vine tattoos on his neck peeking out from under the full body cloak was indeed out cold.

Connie allowed her body to rest, ever since she had fought through the blackness to kill Jean she had been more aware of her surroundings. The only exception to that had been the sedation Jean had given her but that had worn off some time ago. Connie had no doubts that they were still taking some measures to keep her under control, after all part of her mind was still fuzzy and she felt a little to calm. She had been laying there again listening to the now annoying chirp of the heart monitor when the door hissed open; she expected it to be Ourora the rain, again. The door hissed shut, she didn't hear walking, but she felt like someone was there. She laid there waiting as if asleep, and then she heard the first footstep, careful, calculated. It was so soft she was amazed she heard it; she knew she would have one chance to strike, she waited.
The person stepped again and Connie jumped off the bed, ripping the I.V. out of her arm in the process. She grabbed the first thing she saw; it happened to be a scalpel. She knew that there where several ways to kill him with this but she was hoping she would look foolish enough that he would doubt her abilities.
"So ya are awake." He said, his voice was deep, rough, and made her feel like it was caressing her. Suddenly his smell drifted towards her, she breathed through her nose to hide the fact that she smelled the air. Logan stood there waiting, he wasn't sure for what but somehow he knew just to wait. Then she dropped the scalpel and rushed to him. He caught her without a thought and lifted her up, inhaling her sent. It burned into him and he knew he would never get enough of it. She wrapped her legs around his waist so she could lean back and kissed him. She wasn't thinking clearly, it just seemed like the right thing to do. She hadn't smelled him in so long; she wanted to bathe in it, to have it forever. The kiss was short because she went back to burying her face in his neck.
Logan felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in as long as he could remember, he held her to him never wanting to let her go. When she kissed him he allowed her to set how far it went, he knew where he would have ended it but this was just as much for her as for him. He was disappointed when she pulled away thinking that she was going to want down but then she began nuzzling his neck and chin as if trying to get his smell on her. The door behind them hissed open and he felt her look up, she growled softly in his ear. He carefully moved his hands around to set her down on the table, making sure to allow her to keep eye contact with whoever was in the room until he could turn around because the look in her eyes said it was someone she didn't like. Logan turned around and relaxed a little, it was only Rouge.
"I came to see if you were alright." She said in her thick southern accent, she felt like she'd just walked into a wolves' den. She didn't have to have powers to see the animalistic connection between the two of them, part of her mind was happy that he'd finally found someone that he could connect with. The other part of her mind wished it would have been her, but she had Bobby now, and she was happy with that.
"Yea I'm fine." He said he could feel the woman behind him slide her hand under his jacket and rest her hand there, as if to feel his body so she would know how to react.
"Okay, sorry to interrupt." She said then was gone, had she known they were having a moment she wouldn't have disturbed them. Logan turned around and looked down at the woman on the bed, as he turned her hand fell to the table beside her. He was at a loss for words; he didn't even know what to call her.
"Where are the others?" Connie asked him, her voice was raw from lack of use. She didn't sound like herself, it sounded light and breathy.
"Huh?" He asked confused for a moment, and then it clicked. "Oh upstairs, would you like me to get one?" He asked aware that whatever moment they had shared was now gone.
"No!" She said quickly, shaking her head. There was an awkward silence that fell between them.
"Do they know your name?" He asked.
"No, no one has asked." She said truthfully.
"What is your name?" He asked, something was clearly between them but there were still questions to be answered.
"I'm…"She paused not sure what to say."Connie," whispered.
"Alright, Connie, I'm Logan." He said, part of his mind froze, he honestly couldn't remember when the last time he introduced himself as Logan had been. All the times he could think of he had used his code name, Wolverine.
"I like that name." She said, looking up at him, her eyes were like pools of warm honey. He touched her face without really thinking about it and then he was kissing her again. This time though he controlled it. He ravished her mouth and when he finally pulled away they were both breathless. As he pulled his hands back she captured one and looked it over, it was strong and powerful, it clearly belonged to a man that seemed hard as stone to the world. She looked at the lines across his palm.
"You've died many times, in many ways." She said without looking up, his love line crossed over his life line, it meant that at one point someone he loved had betrayed him and lead to his death, biased on how deep the line was etched into his skin she had no doubt the memories where painful. She didn't know how she knew any of this information but she knew that she'd have to be careful, she knew a man hurt like this would expect it to happen again. She turned his hands over and saw three of the faintest scars one between each knuckle, she leaned down and licked them each in turn. Logan gasped as her warm velvet tongue licked over the spot where his blades came out. Suddenly she lifted her head; her eyes were blurry and had a faraway look then she started to fall. He caught her in his arms and held her to him.
"Not as recovered as I thought," she said weakly. "I think I'm going to pass out again."
"Lay back," he said lifting her up and then gently laid her down he didn't want her to fall; he pulled the blanket up to her waist.
"I don't want you to go again, I don't like Scott or Jean." She still remembered that his sent had been on her at one point and she needed to know what his connection to her was.
"What did he do?" Logan asked, he realized instantly the response was a little too quick and a little to threatening sounding.
"Nothing," she smiled up at him. "I just don't like them, they don't smell right." She said without thinking.
"Alright, I'll be around." He said as she took his hand.
"Thank you." She said, and then closed her eyes. It only took a few moments for her death grip on his hand to soften signaling she was asleep. He wondered when the last time she actually slept was. He jerked his head up at the sound of the door hissing open.
"Checking on her again?" Jean asked coming in and walking to the Connie's chart.
"Yes." Logan responded firmly, Jean looked at him surprised then when back to studying the chart.
"She came to about two days after you left and tried to attack me, I had to sedate her. The next day Professor Xavier was able to make mental contact with her. He answered more of her questions then she did of his. However he did note she seemed to have an unusual interest in you." Jean said without thinking.
"Unusual?" Logan said sounding pissed.
'Shit' Jean thought to herself. "Not like that, I only meant-"
"Forget it, what else happened while I was gone?" He asked at her, still clearly pissed. Yet somehow with her hand in his he was able to control himself better, Jean made a mental note of that.
"She said if she had any injuries they would have healed, and she seems to be unusually weakened down here. There are times when I am sure she is awake but she looks as she does now. I really don't know, all her vitals are stable, nothing seems to be wrong with her." Jean said with a sigh, closing the file and looking at him. Logan was always different, that was part of why she was attracted to him, but there was something between this girl and him that even she had no name for.
"Thank you for looking after her, I'm back so you won't need Scott to help you. If there is nothing wrong with her then tomorrow we'll move her up to the dorms. Kenai has been bugging me about her anyway." Logan said.
"Logan I don't think that's a good idea until we find out how stable she is. We could be putting the other students at risk." Jean tried to explain.
"She'll be fine, she need some fresh air. She has been down here a month already." Logan countered.
"She is my patient, I will not allow-" Jean began, then she noticed the I.V. on the floor. "You removed her I.V.?" Jean asked upset, she walked over and picked it up off the floor and set to changing the hose.
"No she did when she got up." Logan said, he didn't give her any details about their encounter when he walked in. For one thing he knew it would only add to Jean's theory of Connie's instability, but he knew that she had only done it because she hadn't recognized him at first. Secondly he didn't think it was any of Jean's business what went on between him and Connie. He watched Jean check first one arm then the other but when she went back the first she gasped.
"What?" He asked worry clear in his voice.
"She would be healed," Jean said. "Look she is healed from the I.V. She has had it in over a month it would have left some type of mark on her." Jean explained. Logan looked at Connie's arms, they were perfect.
"Go get Xavier." Logan said, Jean started to protest but when he looked up at her she saw something feral in his eyes and she fled the room.
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