| FIRST TIME (REVISED) AUTHOR: SISTERWINE RAITING: R (LANGUAGE) ARCHIVE: NO. PAIRING: NONE. DISCLAIMERS: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF MARVEL COMICS AND 20TH CENTURY FOX. RHYTHM AND JONATHON ARE MINE!! HANDS OFF! SUMMARY: REVISED FROM THE FIRST ONE. NOTHING SEXUAL OR CRUDE. JUST ANOTHER INSIGHT TO RHYTHM. Standing in the doorway to his room, she watched him sleep. Arms folded about her chest, and leaning her right shoulder against the frame. Her eyes glowed an eerie red. His room had been across from hers so she could keep watch on him. Rhythm knew he wasn't dumb enough to try anything like what his father might, but she knew he wasn't a genius, either. Blue cotton shorts adorned her long, wiery legs, while a purple T-Shirt covered her top. Eyes narrowing, she watched every movement however subtle it may be, as he rolled to face her. He had been there for a few years, and she had watched him like a hawk every moment. He looked so angelic to her, but looks could be deceiving. She, herself, portrayed an image of an angel yet held more power than Logan, Remy and Rogue, combined. Turning her head to the left as she heard footsteps, behind her, she downcast her eyes and waited for the person to stop. "Think he's goin somewhere?" Logan inquired, cynically. Not facing him, she answered flatly. "Not tonight." They had both kept their voices low as not to wake the young man, but loud enough to be understood in case he was listening. "You gonna stand there all night?" "Yep." She turned back to watch Jonathon sleep. Shrugging, Logan turned around and headed back to his room. Rhythm had gone back to watching him. The moonlight had lit up the room like a dark afternoon. She could see his bed in the far left corner, as well as him. He had a cute face and was young. Standing, Jonathon was about as tall as she was. Only a few years younger, he had been quick to learn anything she or Remy or Logan would teach him. He had learned early on, not to upset her as Hell would have a new name. By himself, he was a shy, quiet, young man who mainly watched and took pointers from the two men. His brown hair and brown eyes had given him a slight difference, yet he had some resemblance to Remy. A thin face and light bronze complexion had been the only difference. The footsteps were coming back. She turned her head again, and waited. "Go to bed, kid. He aint goin nowhere." Logan spoke low as he reached her, whispering in her ear. Patting her left hip, he nudged her to turn around. She sighed and turned around, fully, kissing him on the cheek and saying "good night", she walked across the hall and pushed her door to. As Logan had looked back, his eyes met Jonathon's and they stared for a moment before Logan turned to leave. He waited until he heard Logan's door shut before he sat up and pushed the covers off of him. Sliding silently out of bed, he padded over the the open door and peered across at Rhythm's door, only to find that she had opened hers a crack and was standing there staring at him. Only wearing black shorts that hung on his hips loosely, he shivered at the cold look he received as he flashed a smile at her. Pushing his door to, he shook his head and went back to bed. ---------------------- The next morning, Rhythm had been sitting on the front porch, a step in between where she sat and her brown hiking boots had been planted, she snacked on a sandwich bag full of frozen peas still in pods while staring out at the front gates as if expecting someone. Denim shorts and a pink mid-riff T-shirt covered her, just barely. Sitting to one side and chewing, she looked back to see Logan come to sit with her and talk. "Why don't you and the kid get dressed up and go out, tonight?" He asked as he sat down beside her. Looking at him from under a quirked brow, she asked. "Why? Got a hot date, or somethin? When did you start feelin all mushy for him?" He shrugged. "No, just thought ya might wanna get out for a bit. That's all." She pouted and looked away. "So ya sendin a chaperone with me...? One that's too young to do anything I want to do? What fun is that?" Taking another bite, chewing and swallowing, she heard him sigh and could see him out of the corner of her eye, just hadn't cared to see his expression. "And what did you want to do?" He asked. Rhythm stood up and walked down the steps. "Who cares? Y'all are goin away, anyway." Sighing under his breath, he watched her walk down the driveway, eating her snack and tossing a few to Shugs, who walked beside her. A cool breeze blew her hair to the right side, as she walked. The mail had come early, today, and she was needing an excuse to get away for a few minutes. Grabbing the mail out of the box, she turned around and saw Jonathon and Logan both sitting on the porch, talking. She rolled her eyes and started back, only mentioning a time for him to be ready by, as she passed them and went back inside. ----------------------- After dinner, she had cleaned her plate and set it in the sink before going back upstairs to get ready. She had changed her clothing into a long black gown, with slits on both legs clear up to her pany lines. Strapless and low-cut, it fit her nicely, a silver chain was strung low across her hips with an end being longer than the other and hanging down in front of her. Four inch high heels had been strapped about her ankles and buckled with tiny silver shells. Long, bright blue fringe earrings hung from her small ears and hid themselves in her long black, curled hair. Checking herself out in her mirror, above the dresser, she spritted herself with a flowery scented perfume and headed for the door. Opening the door and finding Jonathon had finished dressing himself, also, she smiled briefly as he let her take the lead and followed her downstairs. "Where're you two goin?" Remy had been sitting on the sofa, in the livingroom, watching television as they came down the stairs. The creme coloured sofa had been plush and comfy as it sat against the far wall, facing the front porch. The big screen television, he was watching, sat in a corner to his far left, between the fireplace and the huge window to either side. He stood up and came to stand in the doorway, taking their clothing in. Rhythm shrugged and answered. "I thought I'd take him down to the swamp an' drown him." "Rhyt'm..." Remy gave her a scolding look. She smiled as she had caught his attention, fully. "Dancin. An' maybe karaoke." Kissing his cheek, she waved Jonathon out of the door. "Bye, poppa." Not letting Remy get another word out, she closed the door and headed down the steps and towards the garage. Her small, blue pickup backed out of the garage and headed towards town in a moderate pace. "Where are we going?" Jonathon inquired. He had only been living with them a short while and had no clue what normal people did with their spare time. Being that he had been contained in a big, glass tube that was barely big enough for him to sit down and curl up in. She glanced at him, briefly, before looking back to the road. "I told ya, dancin." She smiled, cheshirely. There had been a few places she knew that would let in underages to dance and sing, until a certain time, but she had no intention of going home at 10 o' clock. "Maybe, we'll have some fun too, eh?" Winking at him, she caught a glance of his uncertainty and swallowed the emotions she was feeling from him. Town was only 25 minutes away, and Rhythm knew just where to park. Picking a spot in front of Joe's Bar and Grill, she got out and waved him out of the passenger side as well. Stepping through the door just a little past 7 PM, Rhythm had waved to a few people and left him to go and chat for a few minutes with them. Jonathon had spent most of the night drinking soda and watching Rhythm dance with just about every guy, young and old, in the bar. He'd only lost track of her a few times, but found her amidst a few men on the other side of the room. As the music slowed, he looked up from his glass and found her standing in front of him, staring at him. "What?" He looked around and had been clueless as to what was next. "Come on." She smiled and pulled him out of the chair and led him to the dance floor. Placing his hands at their proper spots on her hips, she wrapped her arms around him and led him in a slow dance. "Relax. I won't hurt ya." The music continued and she pulled him closer to lay her head on his shoulder. He hadn't a clue what was going on, or where it was going, but liked it. It had taken Remy a good few weeks to at least speak to him, and Logan had been keeping a sharp eye on him, careful not to let anything slip into the wrong place. Rhythm had been the hardest one to win. She was nice to him, and cared for him, but she was almost impossible to get close to. He had spent his whole life memorizing each X-Man and their weakness, but Rhythm had puzzled him. ---------------------------- A short while later, they had been sitting at the table, across from each other, and watching a brawl that had started from two drunken men who were fighting over a very unimpressed woman. As the fight had been across the room, they hadn't minded it much. However, as it moved towards them, Rhythm had started focusing all of her attention on the two men. Sighing and figuring what was going to happen next, Rhythm calmly picked up her glass of soda and sat back, waiting. A second later, a big, grizzly man had stumbled backwards and landed in the middle of the table, breaking it from between her and Jonathon. Growling under her breath, angrily, she stood up and stared at the other man who came to stand beside her and wait for his friend to get up. A pulsing in the room vibrated through the smoke and noise. Her eyes had glowed a red colour as her growl became more audible. The man beside her had taken notice of her eyes and drunkenly blurted out. "Holy shit! She's a mutie!" Making Rhythm even madder than before, her eyes had gone from red to white in a heartbeat. "What did you call me?" She growled between her teeth. Glancing at the half finished soda in her hand, she looked back to Jonathon, as he stared at her in total shock. "I'm not supposed to have sugar. Know why? It makes me hyper. Now, how is little ol' me gonna get rid o' this energy? Johnny, funny you should ask...." Dropping the smile she had, and sneering evilly at the man, she charged the glass and tossed it into the air, letting it explode. As he had been fixed on the glass, she punched him in the chest and sent him backwards, into a table behind him. Laying on the now broken table, he shook the dizziness off and looked up at the very upset young woman coming towards him. "Hey, lady, I'm sorry......" He cringed back as he was picked up by both of her hands and tossed against the bar, to her left. Her eyes narrowed as a tingling in the back of her head told her to turn around and duck as the man's friend had woken up and stood up to grab a broken leg of the table and raise it to hit her with it. Catching the leg in her right hand, she charged it and growled quietly. "Ya better let go, cher. Otherwise, it's gonna hurt when this explodes." Letting go, immediately, and stumbling back, he slurred. "Damn bitch!" Rhythm tilted her head and bared her teeth as her gorwl pulsed around her. "That's the word." Taking a step towards him, her eyes glowed a brighter white, letting everyone close know that she was just slightly livid. "I hate that word." Flipping backwards and catching the man by the groin, with her foot, she flung him with her as she flipped, landing on her feet and turning clockwise to raise her left leg and spin kick another joiner in the mouth. She had begun fighting in a frantic pace, simultaneously, with 3 other men. Flipping and jumping around them in an acrobatic grace, occasionally getting a few good hits in. They fought in the middle of the bar, as it had been cleared by them, or others. Rhythm grabbed hold of one man's shirt and spun him around to collide with another man, as they had caged her between them. Flipping back again, she landed on her stomach, on a cleared table and spread her legs straight out to either side of her as she pushed herself back, by her hands. Bringing her legs together, she held an empty chair by the sides of the back and rolled over, bringing the chair up and over her body to crash down on the first brawler, as he had come back for more. One man had come to stand between her slightly spread legs and grabbed her dress, between her breasts, and pull her to her feet. He stopped and stared at her as she looked down and then back up at him in angry shock. He debated on releasing her but his attention was drawn to her right hand flat against him chest. "I'd release me, If I were you, mister." Growling, she charged the shirt he wore and pushed him backwards, pulling the charge back in before she had lost contact. She had never been so mad before, and wasn't about to stop, even if the men had meakly continued coming. A door opened from behind her and she sighed in annoyance. As she turned around to greet Remy, an object hit her on the back, between the shoulderblades, and dropped her instantly to the floor. When she came to, she had been propped against Remy's bent right leg, and sat like a ragdoll on the floor. She was asked what happened, to which she groaned and replied, pointing to the first man who had started it. "He broke my table." Hissing in slight pain as she was helped to her feet, she leaned on Remy as they and Jonathon slowly walked out of the disarrayed bar. Remy had driven them home in his truck. Jonathon sat in the front seat, as Rhythm had sprawled out on the backseat and recoved, silently. Jonathon hadn't known what to say, if anything, to anyone. Occasionally glancing at an upset Remy, out of the corner of his eye, and then turning back to look out of his window he now knew why Rhythm had always mentioned not to piss her off. ------------------------------- As the truck stopped and parked in the garage, Remy had told Jonathon to go inside while he and Rhythm talked. He had still been upset, but it hadn't been directed at the young man. The door shut and Rhythm had sat up to equal Remy's anger as they stared at each other. "I didn't start it." She hissed. An angry pout adorned her red lips. "That ain't the point. You are too strong for dem. Never use your powers against people who can't handle dem. You know that! Y' could have killed dem, or gotten Jonat'on killed. If you can' control dem, don' use dem! Simple as dat, Rhyt'm!" Remy had turned around in his seat and stared at her. Rhythm glared back and growled. "I know how to use them! Back off o' me! I'm not a damn child like you think!" Not another word from either as she slid over to the right and opened her door to get out. Hopping down and slamming the door, hard, she stomped back to the house and went inside and up to her room with Remy following. "Rhyt'm MacKensie! Get back here!" Remy shouted from the front door, watching her continue to climb the stairs and head for her room. "No!" She shouted back. Slamming her bedroom door shut and kicking off her shoes, she flipped on the overhead light and locked the door before leaning against it and lowering herself to the floor. Stress, anger, pain and humiliation had taken it's toll as she started to sob. Knees drawn up to her chest and arms wrapped around them, she cried softly, only stopping to hold her breath as a knock on the door startled her. "Mac? You okay?" Jonathon had asked in a shakey tone. Drying her eyes, she pushed herself up and moved away from the door. "Go away." He was silent for a moment, and then spoke again in the same calm tone. "I may not know what happened there, tonight, but I do know it wasn't your fault. Can I talk to ya?" Turning and staring at the door, she marched back to it and opened it to stare at him. "Until you know a damn thing about parents and mah powers, we don't have a damn thing to talk about, now do we, labrat? So, why don't you just go on over to your room, an' leave me alone!" She spat and then slammed the door in his face. Jonathon lowered his eyes and sighed, slightly hurt by her words. Catching someone staring at him, he turned to find Logan standing at the top of the stairs and nervously headed for his room and pushed the door to. ----------------------------- Letting her dress drop to the ground, she stood there in tears and a black lace thong. Her thing body shivered and trembled from the aggressions being forced back inside. Reliving what happened like watching a movie on slow motion, she blinked and let two trails of tears fall as a trembling thin hand blocked any sound from her mouth. A knuckle tapped on the door and Logan asked if she was decent. Drying her eyes with the back of her hands and hurrying to dress herself in a black sweatsuit, she took a deep breath and opened the door. Peering at him through a crack, she looked about him to make sure he was alone before opening the door to let him in. Rhythm kept her distance from him and hid any signs of her emotions. "You cold?" He asked, noting her clothes. She shook her head and turned to go and sit on the bed. Logan watched her carefully and thought about how to phrase his next words. "Powers gettin to ya?" He turned and shut the door as Remy had passed them in the corridor. "They've been buggin ya fer quite some time, kiddo. Haven't they? Uncontrollable at full power, and only controlled at the cost of a migraine, right?" He took in her scent as he examined her averted expression. "Come here ta laugh, or to tell me dat poppa's right? Again!" She snapped, quietly. Her position had been turned to face him, resting one leg on the bed while the other hung over the side. "Neither. Just worried about ya." He stepped closer to her but stopped as she backed away. He sighed and sat down a few feet from her, on the end of the bed. He ran his bottom teeth over his top lip a few time, thinking of what to say. "Don't you think you should apologise to the kid for sayin what ya did to him? He was just tryin to help, darlin." Rhythm shook her head angrily. "Nope. He needs ta learn to keep things to himself. Mah life is none o' his concern." "Now, that's not fair." Logan's expression hardened. She glared at him and thought about telling him to get out, but she knew he was right. Blinking and sighing, she moved closer to him. Cautiously wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him briefly and then resumed her position on the other side of the bed. "I ain't gonna date him and have no brats with him!" "Didn't say ya had to, kiddo. But, talk to him. Bein called a 'labrat' kinda hurt him, ya know? Kinda like you, and hatin bein called a 'mutie' or whatnot." He soothed. Come on." He stood up and reached for her hand. Not touching him, or accepting his hand, she pressed herself into his open embrace and whispered. "Jus' hold me. Don' do nothin else." Logan nodded and wrapped his arms around her and held her. He could feel her heat that she had always had after using her kinetics. She was warmer than normal and slightly out of breath. Her heart pounded its beats against his chest as she hugged him tighter. Soothing her hair, he whispered to her to apologise to the young man across the way before going to bed. Sighing, she nodded and pulled away from him. Biting her cheek, she waited for him to leave before fixing herself up and going across the way to Jonathon's room. Knocking on the door and waiting for him to open it, she stood there and asked to talk to him. He nodded and stepped to the side and opened the door for her, before closing it behind her. Continued........... |