By: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@gmx.net
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with the X-Men or New Mutants; they belong to Marvel Comic Groups and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: Take it... go for it, just let me know where it is going first so I can drop by every now and then and visit with it.
Note: Welcome to the Legend series, Rahne’s coming of age so to speak, where she is branching out on her own and finding all kinds of trouble, proving that it really wasn’t that big X on her uniform attracting all the weird stuff. Apparently she can attract it all by herself with a little help from her new found friends or it could just be the people she hangs out with.
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WOLFSBANE – LEGEND
Issue 1: Beginning Again
“You sure about this?” Sam Guthrie asked, trailing behind the redhead as she carried the last of her stuff into her new flat. “Ah mean its not to late to change your mind... you can come back to the school no questions asked,” he was cut off in his latest attempt to talk his teammate into reconsidering her decision to move to the other side of the country by an annoyed growled from the very same teammate. He noticed she had been doing that a lot, growling lowly at just about everybody, at one time or another. Although it had gotten a bit tense back at the mansion when Wolverine would growl right back at her, there where times Sam thought the two were going to come to blows.
“Sam... I’m sure,” Rahne replied, forcing herself to remain calm. Sam had always been dear to her, but if he didn’t quit trying to get her to come back to the school, she was sure she was going to strangle him. “I need this move... it’s getting a bit crowded back at the school.”
“Well... yeah I’ll give you that, with both the senior teams and Generation-X living there. How do you think Jubilee managed to blow up the entire Massachusetts campus anyhow?” he relented, having felt the school had suddenly been overran in the last few weeks himself. ‘Really... there can’t be THAT many of us!’, he thought with a mental shake.
“I thin’ she had help from your sister... the two of them stealing all those explosives from the local armoury an’ all,” Rahne replied with a smirk, recalling that both girls seemed rather pleased with themselves, after all they did get rid of the Brood nest and managed to get out of finals at the same time.
“Oh yeah,” he admitted a bit sheepishly, “You don’t think Jubee is a bad influence on her do you?” He couldn’t help but ask, his big brotherly instincts kicking in before he could stop himself.
Closing her eyes momentarily as she preyed for patients with her longtime friend, “Sam she’s a grown woman capable of making her own decisions... if she wants to become a pyromaniac with Jubilation Lee she can. An’ there is na a thing ya can do about it... aside from havin’ the bail money handy.” She told him in a serious tone, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking him straight in the eye.
For a split second he believed her words, before he recognized that familiar twinkle in her eyes that usually meant that she was up to something underhanded. “Oh sure laugh at me... you’re not the one that has to worry about her all the time.... ah just know she’s out having sex.” He grumbled, his mind still refusing to accept the fact that Paige Guthrie was no longer a twelve year old hanging on his every word.
‘Oh no, donna even thin’ about touchin’ about that one Rahne me girl, na good will come of it,’ she told herself, trying not to roll her eyes at Sam’s somewhat old fashioned views. If he had his way all of his sisters would be locked up in a convent until they were at least fifty.
“Hey you could tell if she has or hadn’t... see I need you, I can’t get Logan to do it,” he said suddenly, his big brotherly instincts once again over riding his common sense.
“Na... don even thin’ about it Samuel Zachary Guthrie... ya are na usin’ me as a bleeding bloodhound,” she did growl, poking him in the chest for good measure. Even if she did already know the answer to Sam’s ‘terrible’ fear, there wasn’t much that got pass her enhanced senses, she bloody well wasn’t going to share that information with him. “Tis bad enough ya tried ta get me to follow her on her last date!”
“That guy was no good... he took her to a bar,” Sam defended, trying to ignore that little voice of reason in the back of his mind that was telling him he had over reacted that night.
“It was a youth club... the vera same one ya got banned from,” she reminded him, remembering she had to go help bail him out of jail after he got into a fight with the bouncer that night. Paige had yet to forgive him for that little stunt, although she was talking to him now and not just throwing icy stares at him every time he neared.
“Yeah... well,” Sam admitted, his rational mind finally kicking back in and he realized how stupid he really sounded at the moment. “See? This is why I need you... who is going to keep me from going all Neanderthal when it comes to Paige?” He asked, giving her the puppy eyes his younger siblings always use on him to get their way. ‘What the heck... it works for them, maybe it will work on Rahne?’ he reasoned.
“Don even try it Sam Guthrie... ah know all about those puppy eyes and they donna work on me,” she cautioned him with another poke, this one sending him stumbling backwards where he tripped over one of Rahne’s many boxes.
“Ya’ll be fine, Sam really... Dani will be more then willin’ to set you straight when ya get out of line,” she cheerfully told him, taking a moment to enjoy the groan she got in return. “Now if ya are done trying ta talk me inta going back with ya... ya can help me start unpacking... an’ ya can stay the night, but na more tryin’ to talk me inta anything.” She cautioned with a small grin, wondering what she is going to do without him once he returned to New York after he saw her settled in. ‘At least the whole team didna show up ta help him,’ she told herself, before turning her attention her unpacking, a small part of her wondering if she really was doing the right thing. ‘Aye tis the right thing ta do... its time ta move on and this seems ta be the place ta do it in.’
End Issue One.