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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eloi Chapter Three
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� Never mind about the
hula thing, lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell
Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Go, read! Morgan: *message to be inserted upon return
* Readers/Reviewers: No, Thornn wasn�t misspelled.
Don�t blame me, blame Marvel.
;)

Storm hummed
softly to herself, folding a length of fabric neatly into a small rectangle and
tucking the fringed ends in, then placing it in a drawer scented with herb
sachets and wood chips kept in cheesecloth pouches. So long as she kept herself busy, she thought,
she would not have time to dwell on the day.
The greenhouse had been taken care of for the morning, the plants around
the grounds were fine, not needing her immediate care, and she had straightened
the small room on the third floor that was not quite storage space and not
quite a spare bedroom but a hybrid of both.
She picked up the next kanga[1]
and ran her fingers along the edge of the cloth, straightening it between her
outstretched arms. If she closed her
eyes, it still smelled of home, the home she grew up in and dreamt of most
nights. She could feel the warmth of the
sun on her face, different than the almost watery sun in Bayville, she could
smell the dry grass mats beneath her feet and hear the people, her family,
around her, moving about their lives, some of them in awe of the white-haired
girl, others accepting her as part of the day to day of the village. She stopped herself before the tears could
prick her eyelids and resumed folding the garment sharply, almost mechanically,
her face almost devoid of emotion. She
could hear Logan coming towards her
door, his heavy tread in his motorcycle boots too distinct to be anyone
else. �The door is unlocked,� she
called, folding the fabric into a rectangle identical to the first one and
picking up a third kanga.
�Thought
you might be outside,� he said by way of greeting, opening the door enough to
stick his head in. �I�m gonna take some
of the kids down to the beach�I don�t guess you feel up to going and keeping me
from killin� them?�
He crooked a smile at her, hoping his ruse was not as transparent as he
thought it was.
Storm
frowned briefly, a flicker of an expression that vanished almost as quickly as
it appeared. She opened her mouth to say
no but that was not what came out.
�Which beach?� She set the
half-folded garment down and sat on the bed next to it, crossing her ankles and
watching the play of emotions across Logan�s face�amused, confused, and
irritated. She guessed the last one was
about taking the kids to the beach, much less anywhere en masse.
He sighed
as if greatly put upon and let himself the rest of the way into the room. �That one down on the river, you know? Huge one where all the kids go��
She nodded,
a smile blossoming on her features. �I
can�t imagine you chose to do this of your own free will� Nor can I imagine you
wearing a bathing suit.�
He
snorted. �Right on both counts. Beast can�t take �em for obvious reasons,
Sean and Emma had to go back to Boston
and Chuck�s chair won�t make it onto the sand so�taa daa,� he said in a
monotone voice, lending far more humor to the words than intended. �Chuck thinks it�s a good idea to get �em out
of the house, let �em have some fun other than blowing shit up in the Danger
Room or runnin� their training miles.� He looked sorely disappointed that no one
considered that to be fun. �Anyway, it�s
just gonna be till sundown, about seven tonight.� He gave her his best beseeching look, not
realizing that, to anyone else, it would have looked like a combination of
illness and threat.
Storm
stood, nodding. �I�ll go. I need to get out myself. Today is�a day when I
need to be around people.�
Logan
stared for a brief moment and realization clicked like a tangible thing behind
his eyes. �Evan�s birthday,� he stated
simply. �Have you heard from your
sister?�
She turned
her face away from him, nodding once more, not trusting her voice. Finally, after a few hard swallows, she
managed to get the words out. �She
said�what she always says to me.�
�Ro, listen
to me�you know the truth,� Logan
murmured gently, firmly. He went to her
and enfolded her in an embrace, turning her so that she was pressed more fully
against him. �You know he�s alive and
well. Kitty just told you. You know why he left� Your sister is wrong to
blame you, Ro.�
She pulled
away slightly, looking at him with burning eyes so brilliantly blue that they
put him in mind of glaciers. �I was to
care for him, to make him safe. I was to teach him and help him to grow and
make good decisions and��
�And for
him, maybe this was a good decision,� Logan
said in the same soft tone. �The only
bad thing is that he won�t see you. He�s
ashamed of leaving like he did, but maybe he just needs a push��
She shook
her head and smiled thinly. �No. The choice has to be his own. Like leaving was.� She pushed him away and turned towards her
wardrobe. �I�ll be ready to go in a
moment. I need to get my sandals and a wrap.�
�I guess
it�s too much to hope that you wear the white bikini?� he hinted, raising a
brow at her exposed back, the halter neckline of her dress leaving a smooth
expanse of skin.
�Yes. Yes it is,� she said with a hint of a laugh,
tucking her yellow suit into her tote bag.
�I�ll be down in a moment. Make
sure there�s water in the cooler to take with us.�
Logan
nodded at her turned back and left the room, shutting the door carefully behind
him. He had an idea, almost a plan, but
he needed time alone to do it. _Not
tonight. Maybe Friday. I need to talk to
Chuck first, and that oddball with the head�
_

[1] http://www.glcom.com/hassan/kanga_history.html
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