Hot chocolate ( logan and Gabrielle)

[gabrielle]

Gabrielle had gotten all her things into her room, but decided to wait to unpack. She stood in the middle of her room and closed her eyes in order to breathe in the familiar smells and open her mind slightly to the thoughts around her. They came in like a wind through a forest of branches.

After a long moment of relishing in being home, she carefully removed her jacket, nodding toward the closet where it hung itself up neatly. She brushed some lint off of her sweater and decided to warm her travel weary bones with a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Soon, she was down in the dinner room, a spoon stirring the cocoa in a mug as she searched the cabinets for those little marshmallows. Finally she gave up and sat down at the island. She sent the spoon to the sink with a thought and sipped the warm drink.

[silence]

Logan sat by a window, watching the night with feral eyes. It was calm, quiet...peaceful, serene without a doubt. It contradicted everything he'd been thinking and feeling, everything he'd been living in the past few days. The cassettes had set his mind on edge, thoughts reeling and nothing as it should have been. He'd regained a lot of memories--more than he'd ever thought possible--but that wasn't all there was to gain.

Like sleepless nights, for example.

The dreams were much worse now. Thick silver needles and medical men weren't the only things his mind drudged up in the dark. He had nightmares of rats crawling through sodden trenches, of his skin peeling as he crawled away from a mine blast. He had dreams of gas attacks and suicide jumps from planes that exploded as he fell.

Tonight, Logan had decided not to sleep.

He'd been wrong, when he'd told Kitty that he wanted to watch. It wasn't better to have a horrible past than to have no past at all, and instinctively, he'd known that. He was such an idiot to think that his life had ever been a bed of roses...sure, he'd anticipated the thorns, but it hadn't occurred to him that they would be so inhumanly sharp.

Three new mattresses. Three-fucking-brand-new mattresses. Not that he'd wanted them; he was perfectly fine with sleeping in a shredded bed. Or on the floor. Or outside, for God's sake. But Kitty must have told 'Ro about the whole thing, because when Logan had noticed the Serta truck outside and come tearing after the Weather Witch to give her a piece of his mind, she'd shrugged him off. 'You need it, Logan.' Like she knew shit about what he needed.

He needed Charlie to hide the memories again.

The night was bright, even to Wolverine, with a plump silver moon illuminating every square of concrete and blade of grass in sight. The forest was still dark. Deer were no doubt bedding down there by now, though he didn't smell a thing from in here. Just hundreds of individual scents, and food, and Pledge. And...was that hot chocolate?

The Canuck rumbled to himself and stood, shaking off his relaxed mood and cracking his neck. He had no reason to be jumpy--no enemy would come in just to have himself a warm drink--but he instinctively made sure that he was absolutely silent as he stalked downstairs, sniffing as he went.

A girl...he knew the smell, though it wasn't one he could give a name. Just like the others he'd noticed upstairs. He wished everyone could taste the smells like he could, so he could call people by their scent. Lavender, c'mere. Melted Plastic, get to work. Hamburger, that better not be my Molsen...

Okay, maybe that wouldn't work so well. But it'd be easier to remember.

This kid smelled like herbs and wine, an interesting combination for anyone not yet 21, but he knew that she hadn't been drinking. Wolverine couldn't say he disliked the mix; it was just unique. He stepped into the dinner room with one last sniff and grabbed a beer from the fridge (he'd had a little trouble with leaving them there at first, but after one or two run-ins with the alcohol thieves the bottles had been left in peace), popping the lid off as he settled onto a stool.

In here, the air was ruffled with a variety of fresh scents--flour, potato chips, walnuts, of all things...and Logan glanced at the girl's mug. No marshmallows, no whip cream. The fridge hadn't been shuffled through, as he'd noticed when he had come in, so he guessed that she'd been looking for the marshmallows.

"Ya want somethin' else in that cocoa, darlin'?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind. Just...matter of fact. If she wanted the treats, he'd tell her where they were, but if she didn't then he wouldn't bother. It was all the same to him.

[gabrielle]

Gabrielle was playing with the silver spoon just making the turn without touching it. Sitting in a chair, she had no sleep and could not sleep, she had a severe headache. Telepaths tended to have severe migraines. She drank hot chocolate while calmly sipped this delicious marshmallow and to many years she ate. But she felt a great attraction metal, a pleasant tingling throughout the body. A delicious shiver. Gabrielle recognized that mental wave, that was indestructible metal. She knew him, but not in person. During the period in which he had been in the mansion, Gabrielle was in England and also during the events at Alkali Lake.

Gabrielle man looked tough, strong muscles, Canadian aspect of loggers and she smiled leaving to play with the spoon. Since when alcohol was allowed in Westchester School?. Xavier knew that?. She dropped back on the seat, evoking a deep sigh and looked at the man who had entered the dinner room. A smile and an intense gaze upon hearing his question.

"I do not drink alcohol in a college, Logan" Gabrielle drank more hot chocolate. "The Professor Xavier has not told you this is strange. And now you ask me, as I know your name if I've never seen or know you?". She smiled friendly. "You are a legend in Westchester school. Mr Howler. And Charles is not the only telepath. But it is a pleasure to meet Wolverine. A mashmallow??". Gabrielle Logan offered the dish with delicious candies. "You're not sweet tooth , or prefer the whiskey?"

[silence]

Logan looked sharply at her when she said his name, but snorted at her assertion and shook his head. "Suit yourself." He took another swig as she talked. She seemed friendly enough--big smile, not too bossy--but he could see how she might be ornery about things if he pressed her to it. She was dressed well for this time of night, considering that she'd just gotten home from who knows where, and she smelled clean. Huh.

And apparently, she wasn't joking about the legend shit...he'd have smelled it. The thought made him frown, but he let it pass. If he was a legend here, then he was at least well-known in more than just a couple of other places. Including the general public. And although he suspected that most of his enemies were long dead...well, it wasn't a good thing to be recognized. At least, not for him.

Logan shook his head at her marshmallow offer, waving his beer bottle vaguely at the raised dish. He just wasn't a sweet-tooth kinda guy. It was silent for a moment, her sipping at her hot cocoa and him finishing off his Molsen before he spoke. "So what's your name?" Wolverine asked, eying her from his seat across from her--and he wasn't suspicious for once, he realized with a start. Just curious.

[gabrielle]

Gabrielle just wanted to reassure him, but he was a man who trusted no one and nothing. Would be a little difficult to approach him and show him that she just wanted to be a friend or partner over Westchester school

. "Excuse me, Logan. But you are very well known here. Also you have a great reputation here in baby sitter". Tried to suppress a laugh, but it was impossible. "The children never will be as well protected. Hey, if I have ever children, I can call you?"

Gabrielle looked at him intently as he sat across her. Drank hot chocolate but she would have preferred a glass of whiskey or vodzka. But it was a school, alcohol was banned as many other things. She was delighted to have Logan that night to talk, in fact, she had felt alone for a long time for her powers. Everybody fled from her ...

"My name is Gabrielle. I am a surgeon. I'm in westchester to help the professor with the lab as Dr. Mc.Coy is a little busy with work at the ministry.. And I've been a student here in Westchester. But whenever I've been locked in my room and away from everyone because of my powers. Only until I controled them . But I want ... "She got up and walked around it, each time she felt the adamantium, that attraction which was delicious, that tingling in the fingers and in every pore of the skin." Please let me Logan. I want to feel close. Trust me, I will not make hurt you . Im not Magneto", She sat beside him and bringing her hand to his arm without touching it. Gabrielle felt a great attraction, the indestructible metal around the Logan´s body. Her hand traveled down his face, shoulders, thighs. She felt more control than ever and Logan could see the soft magnetic waves that came out of her body. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Logan"