|Marching Band and Mutants Don't Mix
Author: ThatOneTrizKid PM
Young mutant Twitch is having trouble juggling her marching band rehearsals and her training sessions, but her pride refuses to let Logan know of her struggles. Will she finally break and have to give up her only tie to normalcy?Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship - Wolverine/Logan - Chapters: 7 - Words: 11,371 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 06-11-12 - Published: 04-08-12 - id: 8004466
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I'm back! I was kind suffering from writer's block, but I think I beat it.
The two mutants crashed away from me, Logan with his claws out and raking at the jerk. It just seemed to make him even more mad. The kitty kicked his advisory off and I barely crawled away in time before getting smooshed. Logan looked back at me.
"You okay, kid?"
I nodded. "Peachy," I mumbled, trying to get my stupid head to stop spinning. If I wasn't so out of it, maybe I would have seen the concern that still showed in his eyes.
"Good. Now stay out of the way."
He didn't have to tell me that twice, seeing as to how I somehow managed to crawl a bit farther away. Upon finding a safe little grassy area, I almost collapsed, barely managing a sitting position. The hell was wrong with me? Maybe my body knew I didn't have to fight anymore, so I just died a little. That kinda made sense. Kinda. But I was pretty much a zombie, what did I know?
Man, stupid band, I hate band. No, I don't. Yes, I do. Stupid band.
I held my pounding head and tried to drown out the sounds of the fight. I glanced down at my arms and saw the tattoos were an alarmingly transparent hue of green. Nonono, I needed those! I looked up and through blurry eyes saw Logan push Sabretooth away. The two stood, circled each other, exchanging words in too low tones for me to hear. I shook my head, but the world kept moving even after I stopped. I heard someone walk up and when I looked up, I froze.
A young man stood there, his dark blue eyes soft despite the scar that ran through one of them. He smiled warmly and his dark hair swayed with the wind. He raised an eyebrow, the one with the bald line due to the scar.
"You always did get in a lot of trouble, didn't you," he joked, then looked back at Logan and The Cat. "Least I know you have someone looking out for you."
"Marcus?" my voice cracked. He smiled sadly.
"Hey, baby sister."
My eyes watered at those words. Marcus wasn't like my other brother Sabastion, the stocky one that got into so many fights. No, Marcus got my mom's grace, my father's lean build, and my grandpa's cunning. He almost never fought, so the scar was a bit alarming.
"You changed a bit," he mused as I struggled to stand. I ended up falling into him, but he just chuckled. "Careful, mija," he said and I looked up at him, tears brimming. He nodded. "Yeah, you've changed quite a bit." He caught a strand of my silver hair. "I'm liking the tattoos."
He sighed and sat me back down. "I really didn't have a choice. You know how dad is with the whole mutant thing."
"You didn't have to leave," I said, fighting back tears. His eyes looked hurt, but then quickly turned annoyed when he heard Logan.
"Hey! Get away from her!" Wolverine growled, starting for us after throwing the kitty away. Marcus shook his head and waved his hand in a lazy way. Two blue transparent walls appeared, one around Logan, the other around Sabretooth. My eyes went wide.
He chuckled. "Oh, relax, baby sister. I'll let him out later." He paused. "Who is he, anyway?"
"Logan," I said, looking past my brother at the mutant. He was trying-and failing-to get out of the box with his claws.
"He can break through anything with those," I said, then looked up at Marcus. His own tattoos were barely even glowing. He just smiled again.
"You could learn it too. Could be as strong as me," he promised. "You're my baby sister. We're the same. You don't have to limit yourself to the basics."
"What do you mean?"
"Come with me. I'll show you how to control it. Teach you how to do more."
"I- Marcus, I am learning how to control it. Professor X and Logan and all the others, they te-"
"You think they actually help you?" he scoffed, the first time he's ever taken that sort of tone with me. "You got attacked and you barely stayed alive. That man over there can barely keep Sabretooth off of him." His eyes were almost pleading. "Come with me."
I just stared up at him, unable to wrap my mind around this. I couldn't just leave the Mansion, the X-Men. They were family now. But then, Marcus was always family. He took care of me. Was there when even my parents weren't. My head was spinning. My brother sighed.
"Think about it, Twitch," he said simply and the wall around Sabretooth evaporated. The cat glared at my brother.
"What was that for?" he demanded.
"You touch this girl again, Sabretooth, I personally will kill you," Marcus snapped. "Now let's go, before someone comes."
My eyes went wide. "You're with him? Marcus! You can't!"
He just frowned. "You're still my sister, Twitch. Being on different sides of the battle field shouldn't change anything." He knelt in front of me and put a hand on my forehead. "Think about what I said."
The world started spinning and when it stopped, everything went black.
I woke with a start. Holy hell, what just happened? I looked around and saw I was in my room at the Mansion. I picked up my phone and saw it was Eight. Band was at seven forty five.
I jumped out of bed and, ignoring my pounding head, ran for the door. I threw it open and ran right into someone, falling back on my butt.
"Hey!" Logan snapped, then frowned when he saw me. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, helping me up.
"Dude! I have band! I'm totally late!" I cried, starting to run for the closest bathroom, only to be hit full on with the memory of last night. I stopped short and gasped.
Sabretooth trying to kill me, Logan trying to kill Sabretooth, Marcus showing up. Marcus...
"Twitch!" Logan caught my arm when I stumbled. "Hey, talk to me, kid."
My eyes watered. "My brother is one of the bad guys."
Whoa! Who saw that coming? I didn't even see it coming, and I'm the one writing this. What are your thoughts on this little twist?