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Chapter 6 - Saved by the proverbial . Ororo?
Beth awoke to the sun streaming through her window. She never drew the curtains, didn't really believe in them, unless the need ever arose. Not that it had, of course. She had been off men for a while, twenty years in fact. She turned over to spy the clock on her nightstand. 'No, that can't be right,' she thought, sitting up abruptly, picking the clock up from where it had sat and shaking it. 'It must have stopped,' but to her annoyance when she placed the clock to her ear it was still ticking, a sure sign that things that day were going to get a lot worse.
She showered quickly, applied make-up even more quickly, pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and dressed in anything that she could find that was clean, comfortable and looked like she hadn't slept in. And considering it was now after 10.30 she thought she'd better seek out the kitchen in order to get some breakfast inside her.
Making her way down the back stairs she crossed the hallway and found herself in the comfort of the parlour and beyond that, the kitchen. Things were going on in that direction and she was in two minds whether or not to feel cook's wrath when someone touched her on her shoulder. The shockwave nearly sent her flying through the kitchen door but she regained her composure swiftly and turned to face the person who had given her a fright. To her surprise it was Logan.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, scaring me like that?" She exclaimed, checking him out as he stood before her. She realised too slowly what she was doing but stopped abruptly.
"Sorry, I . it doesn't matter. Looks like you overslept!" An amused expression crossing his face as he, in turn, checked her out.
"Yeah, I was wondering whether to go in there and have cook tell me off for missing breakfast."
"Well, that would make two of us, maybe if one of us distracts her the other could . ?"
"How hungry are you?"
"Very, I missed dinner last night as well."
"Okay, meet me by the orchard in say . 10 minutes!"
"Why do I have to distract cook?" Logan asked, a twinkle appearing in his eye and a smile touching the edge of his lips.
Beth met his gaze and bit her bottom lip. "Because it was your idea and I know all the back routes around this place, I used to use them when I was a kid to hide from Charles."
"Okay, in 10."
As Beth nipped back out the way she had come, she could hear Logan ask cook what she was planning to cook for lunch, and if he could have a mega portion because of missing two meals. Cook obviously liked him, as she found it impossible to say no. Standing by the stairs, Beth found the switch she was looking for and a secret door opened. Entering the small passageway she made her way through to the pantry and found an old basket, one she remembered cook using for herb picking when Beth was a child. Putting this on the side she proceeded to fill it with bread, ham, cheese, apples, some cookies and a couple of bottles of soda. She retraced her steps through the passageway and out again into the stairwell. Moving around to the back door, she hurried through and out onto the lawn. Turning left she continued her journey towards the orchard, spotting Logan leaning up against one of the trees on the far side.
Reaching him she smiled and showed him the basket of contraband, to which he seemed to be pleased. They walked up a little further so that they were out of sight and sat down under the branches of one of the many sycamore trees in that part of the grounds.
"So why did you miss dinner?" Beth asked.
"I don't think you need to know about that."
"Come on Logan, I promised Charles that you and I would become friends and I never break my promises."
"Are you saying I do?"
"No! No, I'm just saying that if we are going to work together then we have to trust one another." She picked up some of the bread and laid some of the ham over it, her sandwich becoming unstable when she tried to fold over the bread. Logan laughed at her which made her smile, "What?" She questioned.
"Here, lets see what we can do with that!" He released a claw from his right hand and chopped through the bread. Placing one piece of bread on top of the other with the ham enclosed, he handed it back to her. "I think you'll be able to manage that now."
"Thanks."
"No problem." He turned his attention to his own ham and cheese sandwich.
"Does it frighten you, Logan? I mean those claws, does it ever frighten you that you could kill someone you love with them."
"I nearly did, once. It was the first night Rogue and I were here. I had one of my frequent nightmares and she'd tried to wake me but with her skin an' all she didn't wanna touch me. Anyway I woke up and plunged the full length of my left claws straight through her chest."
"What happened then?" Beth asked, shock pouring over her features.
"She touched me, it wasn't in revenge or anything but I guessed she'd thought that she may be able to gain some of my power if she did. It worked, but I was in bed for a while afterwards. She ran off thinkin' everyone was angry with her and I went after her. That was our fist encounter with Magneto."
"You obviously love her."
"We're kinda like father and daughter."
"You can't lie to a telepath."
"You can't lie to someone who can smell it on you, either!" Logan said, gazing at her under knotted eyebrows.
"Okay. You got me. What do you want to know?"
"Everything. But could you make a start with telling me about what you know about me?" Beth looked puzzled. "You know, like family, friends, how old I am, etc, etc?"
"Okay. Here's what I know about you. When I was introduced to you, you were 62 but I guess because of your regenerative ability you looked about, well about the same age as you look now. Only thing was you didn't have metal claws then, they were good old-fashioned bone. Your birthday is the 20th May 1920. Your Mum and Dad were killed in the battle at Pearl Harbour and you had a sister. I don't know if she is still alive or if she had a mutation herself. You didn't find out about your mutation until you were shot down over France, you were a fighter pilot during the war. Apparently, your crash landing was so bad that your bones should have been broken into thousands of pieces, but you were seen to pull yourself out of the wreckage without even the tiniest scratch. German ground troops found you and you gave them a fight, they shot you and they were surprised when you got up like Lazarus." Logan gave her a questioning look. "Okay, like 'the Highlander', I guess you've seen that film with Christopher Lambert?" He nodded. Beth continued, "So when you got up like 'the Highlander'," he smiled, "they shot you again. About five minutes later you got up again. You frightened the hell out of them and so they left you alone in the middle of the French countryside. The American government gave up looking for you so you were presumed dead, which was alright by you as it gave you a way out of the forces and so you made your way up to Canada. When I met you, you were working the bars, fighting for money." Beth picked up one of the apples and took a bite.
Logan took a swig of his soda and mulled over what she had just said. A minute or two later he asked, "So how did we meet?"
Beth began to feel nervous, she had been enjoying these few moments with Logan and now he wanted to know more. "Well, . ," she began.
A voice sounded out which startled them both, "Logan, Beth, there you both are, we've been looking for you for ages."
"What's up, 'Ro," Logan shot out, getting up from his seat on the grass.
"There's trouble, with Magneto, he's up to something again, and we've all got to suit up and get going."
"Including me?" Beth looked concerned.
"Even you, Beth. We need all hands on deck."
No sooner had all three exchanged glances than they were sprinting over the lawn back towards the house. The new X-men had their first mission. The old X-men had a new challenge.
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