|How To Save A Life
Author: MidnightSunshine21 PM
When Skylar runs away from home, will Gambit find her in time, or will he be just a few minutes too late? Rated T for Language useRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,308 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 07-02-12 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8268457
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How To Save A Life
"Skylar, chere, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, Kind of."
"Well, how's about I make you something to eat-"
"Remy, that's not necessary, I can make my own dinner."
"You stood by my bedside when I broke my leg, so let me make it up to you."
"Well, alright, if you insist."
"What is it, Remy?"
"I forgot, I'm not allowed in the kitchen."
"Remember when I made Cajun-style chili?"
"It made a few of the students get ill."
I woke up, my eyes shooting wide open. I had a special dream. The kind of dream where you have a great memory, in this case, two months ago, when I cooked Skylar a homemade Cajun dinner to repay her for taking care of me when I broke my leg and couldn't walk for a week. She treated me like her brother that week, and when I could finally walk after having to lie in that bed for a week, she helped me take my first steps out of that bed.
'This is just one more reason to find her,' I thought to myself as I sat up in my car after sleeping in the front seats for the night ',the petite needs me.'
I started my car up and drove out of the parking lot that I spent the night in. As I drove into the street the sun began to shine down on my car, revealing dents that I had not noticed before. I looked at them for a moment, and then remembered last night, how Skylar landed on the top of my car, and, apparently, very hard.
'Ouch, chere,' I thought as I continued to drive.
I had been driving for ten minutes before I remembered the portable Cerebro in my pocket. At the next stop sign, I pulled it out and was about to put it on the passenger seat, but I quickly stopped when I saw a red stain on the light brown material.
'That's not my blood,' I thought while tracing my finger over the stain.
I soon realized that the place where the blood was located at matched the exact spot where Skylar was sitting in the car seat last night. And, by where the blood was located, I had to guess it was coming form her back. It all made sense now. Skylar landed on the hood of my car because she was trying to escape the thugs by flying away when she was shot by the ol' brute. Landing on the top of my car was just pure luck. I stared at the seat for another minute or so until I stepped on the gas and went as possibly fast as my corvette could possibly go.
"I will find you, Skylar," I whispered to myself as I ran as drove through the streets like a maniac ",where ever you are, I will find you!"
When we arrived back to the mansion, we all knew that we were back to square one with trying to find Skylar again. As I walked into the meeting room, I saw that nearly everyone was at a loss, trying to figure out where Skylar may be.
"Skylar," said Emma ",may be a pathetic little prick, but she is clever, that is, for a teenage hick-"
"Emma," stated Jean-Paul ",shut the fuck up you disgusting cow."
Just then, Shadowcat walked in, all eyes turning towards her. No one spoke until she sat down beside Pixie around the large, round table.
"Kitty," said Cyclops as he leaned forward in his seat to get a bit closer to her ",what happened?"
"Nothing," said Kitty as she played with her hair ",I just didn't feel like going to Vegas with you guys last night."
"We need," interrupted Angel ",to concentrate on the mission at hand, not cuss each other out, or ask each other obvious questions."
"I agree with Warren," added in Hank ",Skylar has been officially missing for twenty-four hours, we need to buckle down and find her."
"Good idea," said Emma sarcastically ",and then, maybe we can treat her like the little princess she is-"
"I'm warning you Emma," insisted Jean-Paul, standing up from his seat and hovering himself over the sitting Emma.
I looked around to try to tune out the fighting, but something seemed a bit… off.
"Wait y'all," I exclaimed, pulling all attention towards me ",where did Logan go?"
I sat in the chair beside Kurt's comatose body. I sat there, drawing at a blank at what I should do next.
"Kurt," I whispered to the almost lifeless form in front of me ",what am I gonna do? You're in a coma, my daughter ran away, and now the rest of the team thinks I'm a jerk because I won't give any emotion to Skylar leaving."
I sat there in the silence for a moment, waiting a response from him, but I soon remembered that he couldn't respond, and started talking again.
"It's not that I don't like Skylar, Hell, she's my kid, I'm supposed to like her, but the truth is…"
I stopped talking for and turned around to see Storm standing behind me. I turned back around, but soon felt a slender hand on my shoulder.
"Logan," said Ororo ",I know that you love Skylar, you just won't admit it."
I didn't look up, all that escaped from my lips was a simple grunt. I felt the grip on my shoulder grow tighter.
"Logan, right now, Skylar needs a father, why are you denying her of that?"
"Because," I exclaimed, shooting up from my chair ",every time I look at her, all I see is the face of another person that I couldn't help!"
Ororo stared at me blankly, not even whispering a single word to me.
With that, I left the room, but not before saying ",Never tell her that I told you that."
I know, this was a very emotional chapter, but just wait, the real tear-jerker is coming up! Please Review! Hugs