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Until we meet again	By : PrincezGeekChic Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hi all! Back with the third chapter! Thanks for all the hits on the last two chapters. I really appreciate them! Looking forward to comments as well. Please enjoy! :3
Logan let out a grunt of frustration, literally tearing his head off. Whenever he got worked up about something, it always felt like the damn thing was suffocating him. And he was definitely worked up today. The dark haired man wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. It was too damn hot for this. Three Weeks. That’s how long. He’d been up and down areas of New York, he didn’t even know about. From Brooklyn to Greenport to Montauk. Hell, he even checked New Shoreman, which is apparently some island off the coast. He didn’t even know New York had an island. After all that..going up and down the streets like a madman..occasionally hacking security cameras...barely sleeping, there was no sign of the kid. Not a freaking whiff. Even on his way back...and yes, he was still looking on his way back to the mansion...there was nothing. His nostrils felt like they were about to cave in on him at this point. Logan parked his bike in the garage and made his way inside, still feeling frustrated and angry at himself...and the kid. All that time searching and he still wasn’t any closer to finding her. No scent to pick up on and Cerebro wasn’t reading any of her signs. The kid was too good at playing dead for his liking. The man clenched his fists as he walked up a flight of stairs.
He had wrapped his mind around it so many different ways. The kid...she hadn’t wanted anything more than to be left alone...well that and to see Hydra burn to the ground. She had run away from him twice when he was trying to help her. The last time he had seen her...when she had made him fall off a plane so she could blow it up, that should have been everything she wanted. He faintly remembered that Storm had said something about her maybe looking for him but Logan didn’t flatter himself that much. The kid wasn’t the sentimental type to care that much about him. Logan turned the hallway and passed the loud kitchen through its closed door. He could hear the half pint and blue boy goofing around just like always. He would have said hi, too if he weren’t in such a mood about everything else. The dark haired man took a breath out and continued walking down the hallway towards his room. It probably would be a good idea to talk to the professor about his trip and see if Cerebro picked up on anything else but deep down he knew it was pointless. Yeah...the kid didn’t want nothing to do with him right now, else he would have heard from her by now. He could only hope that she didn’t get in trouble since it didn’t look like he was going to find her at all. He was only a few feet away from his door when he heard the sound of footsteps a few feet behind him.
“Logan! Hey”, a voice called out to him. That voice had to be Scott. The man turned around to see a young man with dark brown hair and dark shades. Logan couldn’t believe it but it looked like he had gotten even taller over the summer.
“Scott. Good to see you”, Logan said with a nod.
“When did you get back? I thought you were still on your solo vacation”, Scott said, walking closer.
"Yeah...had to cut it short.”, Logan said.
“Oh, ok. Cool.”, Scott said, smiling.
“But you know since you’re back maybe we can hold a training session together”, he said.
“What? Yours too soft for them now?”, Logan said.
Scott let out a small laugh.
“Well no, not exactly. But summer vacation is over now for the others. What better way to start off the school year than with one of your signature sessions?”, he said.
“You mean the ones that you guys would say almost killed you?”, Logan said with a grin.
“Hey I kind of missed those”, Scott said,
“You weren’t saying that five years ago”, Logan said.
“They are definitely really acquired taste..when you’re not the one going through them, at least”, the tall brunette said.
“What about you? Taking time off from school?”, the older man asked.
“It is a long weekend. Plus I like my old room”, Scott said.
“So how long have you been back?”, he asked. Logan felt his face tense as he grimaced.
“One day...and then three weeks”, he said, recalling the time he spent searching.
“Uh...three weeks?”, Scott asked, confused.
“I thought you just got back”, he said, scratching his head. Logan looked at him before letting out another breath. Didn’t look like there was any point in keeping it secret.
“When I was away...I got a call from Charles”, Logan said.
“An emergency?”, Scott asked, crossing his arms.
“You could call it that...we think that X-23 is back and I need to know why”, Logan said.
“That’s where you were all this time?”, Scott asked.
“240 miles round trip and me and Cerebro got squat”, Logan said.
“Oh, man. That’s bad”, Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Any reason why she’s back?”, he asked.
“Also squat”, Logan said, taking his jacket off and letting them both into his room.
“Well, you know me and the other’ll help you if you want it”, Scott said.
“Yeah…”, Logan trailed off, already knowing that it was hopeless.
“Hey, I’m about to head out with Jean. But call if you need something”, Scott said, putting his hands in his pockets. Logan sighed again and sat down on a chair in a corner, his head hung back.
“Sure.”, Logan said. He sounded as grumpy as he felt.
Scott must have sensed that he wanted to be alone because he looked around uncomfortably, looking torn about leaving and wanting to know more. Logan ignored it and only turned his head away, making the younger man relent.
“Well, I’ll see you then”, he said. He gave him a small wave and left, closing the door behind him, leaving Logan once again alone with his thoughts, wondering what the hell he was going to do about this
The woman pushed a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ear with one hand while using another to turn to park the car. It was a little past four in the afternoon with nice weather. She let out out a tired yawn and pulled down the mirror to check her face. She didn’t wear much makeup but she still had to make sure she didn’t look too disheveled. The woman sighed at the small bags forming under her hazel eyes. It had been another long day for her. She wasn’t as used to staring at a computer screen as she once was. Still, she counted herself lucky that the company let her work from home a lot of the time. It gave her more time to spend with Damon and meant she wouldn’t have to push afterschool programs on him. The woman made a slight face at herself. Damon had been worried about her driving all the time to pick him up from school, insisting that he was big enough to take the school bus and walk home by himself. A lot of the time, she wondered if she was too protective of him. Damon was right. He was old enough. But even so, she still got a pit in her stomach thinking about all the things that could happen if he walked those five blocks home. She didn’t know what she’d do if he ended up getting hurt...or hurting someone else by accident. The woman grimaced thinking about how horrible both of those scenarios were. Better to keep him in her sight as long as he was able to. The woman estimated that she had about a year and a half left of this protective mom thing left before she really had to let it go.
She was about to get out of the car but stopped herself short, happy to see that Damon was already waiting on the front step with a few kids. She leaned back in her seat with a smile on her face. The woman was happy to see that Damon had been able to make friends so quickly, even when he could be reclusive at times. The woman let out a small laugh, seeing Damon look in her direction. She guessed the jig was up. She waved at him and he quickly said something to his friends before he walked over to the car. He opened the back seat and quickly hopped inside, throwing his bag on the ground.
“Good day today?”, she asked, putting the car in drive.
“Yeah. Jacob and Luis are pretty cool”, Damon replied.
“Oh...are those the boys you were talking to?”, she asked.
“Yeah. They draw comic books for the school paper and Luis’ dad runs a gym in town”, he said.
“Well, that sounds fun. So are you going to join them then?”, the woman asked.
Damon shrugged in the rearview mirror.
“I dunno. I’ll have to see if they like my comic strips first.”, The dark haired boy said. She glanced at him and saw him frown, holding his stomach.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked worriedly. The woman was ready to pull the car over and either call 911 or drive to the hospital, both of which she hated the idea of.
“I’m hungry”, Damon said finally, wrinkling his nose. The woman laughed, hitting her hand on the steering wheel. Of course, that was the only thing in the world that could cause him discomfort.
“I have chicken, rice, and potatoes already cooked and you can have as much as you want”, the woman said.
“But Mom, I can’t wait. I’m starving”, he said.
“Starving? I packed you lunch and two snacks. You act like I don't feed you”, the woman said, raising a brow.
“Yeah but I still get hungry”, Damon said.
“We’ll be home in ten minutes, sweetie”, the woman said but furrowed her brow a moment later, seeing the traffic pick up.
“Or maybe 15”, he said.
“Can I get a burger before dinner?”, Damon asked.
“You’ll ruin your appetite”, the woman said, knowing she was lying.
“You always say that”, the boy said, laughing.
“There’s plenty of food for you at home so don’t worry”, she said.
He pouted in response. The woman laughed again. It was always hard for her to say no to him when he did that. She could give a little bit leeway since he had been good all week...well, he was always good actually.
“But you know...now that you mention it...I made dinner but not dessert tonight”, she said, as the car began moving.
“We could pick that up...I mean if you want to-”, she began.
“Yeah!”, Damon said, perking up.
“I’ll even let you pick”, the woman added.
“Really?”
“Yep. There’s a bakery close by here. We’ll stop by before going home”, the woman said.
She made a face again.
“No cakes that can feed 10 people this time”, she said.
“That was only once. And I finished”, Damon said. The woman wanted to say that just because he could doesn’t mean he should have but decided to keep quiet, seeing how happy he looked. She turned onto another street and saw the sign for Miss Daisy’s Bakery up ahead. Great. She hoped their cakes weren’t too big to tempt him. She drove the length of the street for a few blocks before furrowing her brow again in annoyance. The bakery must be pretty popular since both the parking lot and the street in front of it was full. Well, at least she has good taste. The woman turned back and parked on a street a few blocks away. She guessed they’d have to walk a bit. This turned out to be very short though, as they were inside looking at the menu for in a few more minutes. They had a lot of choices, too. She cast a glance at Damon who looked like a kid in a cake store. Wait...he was a kid in a cake store.
“Now, Damon, remember what I told you. Nothing too big”, she said. He pouted for a second before looking up at the menu again.
“Ooooo. Let’s get some cinnamon buns”, Damon said. She breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he had picked something reasonable.
“Can we get a dozen?”, Damon asked.
“We’re only getting three. Too many sweets aren’t good for your teeth”, the woman said. Damon sulked for a moment, hearing this before he perked up seeing the cashier put the buns in a bag. The huge buns, that is. Well, no going back on it now though. She paid for them and held the bag close to her chest, wanting to laugh at the way he was eyeing it like a puppy. He’d get them soon enough anyway. Damon was still looking over the pastries in the glass when she ruffled his head to get his attention.
“Alright, Damon. Dinner’s waiting”, she said leading him away. They turned in the direction of the door just as two people made came in. One was a pretty red-headed young girl while the other was a tall dark haired young man. By the looks of it, the two were a couple of lovebirds. She winced slightly, feeling an ache in her chest. They were lucky. She quickly composed herself and put her hands around her son’s shoulder, leading him forward again. The redhead smiled at them as they passed, her green eyes welcoming and warm. She was cute.
“Nice sweets, huh?”, The girl said, stopping. The woman smiled at her.
“Oh...this is my first time here, actually”, she said.
“This guy…”, the woman said, touching the top of Damon’s head and smiling.
“felt like a treat”, she said.
“What’d you get?”, the redhead asked, casting a smile in their direction.
“Cinnamon Buns. I let him pick”, the woman said.
“Well, he’s got good taste. Those things are the best And they're huge”, the young man said.
“See that. Damon? You’ve got nice taste”, the woman said, looking at him. A moment later she blinked, seeing the way the Damon was looking at the two. His amber eyes stared intently at them, almost angry even. She wondered what was wrong with him. The woman sucked in a small breath, feeling Damon grip her left side protectively. Even though she knew it was unintentional, it still hurt. For whatever reason, she could tell he was upset seeing them. But why? This was the first time they saw either one. She heard Damon let out a low breath but it sounded like it was more than that. It was almost like...a growl? The woman darted her eyes from left to right, not knowing what else to do at that moment.
“Uh...Damon. What’s wrong?”, she asked, and gently touched the top of his head. The dark haired boy only grit his teeth, breathing. He only shook his head quickly, not taking his eyes off the couple.
“I...mom...these people…they smell funny”, Damon said, gripping the side of her shirt. The woman was more than confused now. She knew she had at least taught her son better than to say those kinds of things out loud. But then again, he had never said anything like that before. The woman forced herself to look at the two. She made a face, seeing the way they were looking at them. For goodness sake, the boy’s mouth literally looked like it was about to drop to the floor! This was so awkward. The woman smiled weakly at them and placed an arm around Damon’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry about this...I don’t know what’s gotten into him”, she said, backing away and then around them, all while Damon wouldn’t stop bearing his teeth at them.
“But it was nice talking to you two”. She cast a glance towards Damon again whose eyes still hadn’t left them. No matter how many times squeezed his shoulder or whispered to him to calm down he wouldn’t tear his eyes away from them. She could almost feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Of course, the only thing she could do was leave with Damon. The woman kept offering them smiles and apologizing until after what seemed like forever, her back pressed up against the door. The woman was done saying anything to them at this point and instead only backed out the door, pulling Damon with her.
Jean and Scott stood looking after the woman and her son for a few moments in shock. Neither of them knew why the kid boy acted the way he did towards them. His amber eyes seemed to have wanted to bore holes straight through them. Scott rubbed the back of her neck, perplexed and was the first to break the silence.
“Well, that was weird”, he said.
“Yeah”, Jean agreed, placing a hand to her chin in deep thought. She couldn’t quite put her hand on it but there was something more to the boy. Beside her, Scott raised his arm to sniff himself.
“Jeez, no way I smell that bad”, the brunette said. He let out a light laugh but Jean didn’t seem to hear him. Her eyes were still focused on the door the two had walked out of. There really was something more to this. The young girl put two fingers to her forehead, feeling her veins pulsing against her skin. That’s when it hit her. Her eyes slowly widened in realization and she could feel herself being caught off guard again. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself. Could she be wrong? Jean blinked in surprise, feeling hands grip her shoulders.
“Jean, what’s wrong?”, a worried Scott asked her. Jean turned to look at him, her eyes wide. She looked at the door one more time and then back at him before speaking.
“That boy just now...I couldn't feel any waves of thoughts coming from him”
A/N: Thanks for reading! ^0^
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