Blizzard

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Marvel. Ok, my first fic with an actual plot. There'll be smut in a chapter or two I promise. This fic has to do with my OC Blizzard and will be mostly her paired with the other guys, lots of Logan and Kurt, and some girls, mainly Rogue and Kitty.

"What kind of normal person has a tail?? And pointy elf ears, fangs, red eyes, and cat's feet, and big long claws, I mean for God's sake, I can't go out looking like this, not up here, they'll burn me at the stake or shoot at me, like they did that poor Wiccan woman[1]," Mara cried to hetherther who stood looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and shock. Mara had started showing her powers at an early age, forcing her mother to be on constant guard for her safety and making her aunt, who she lived with, afraid and disgusted by her.

Her powers were many and varied but she still did not have the best control over them and often used them in anger. Before today, she at least had no physical traits that could classify her as a mutant. Her best friend Liz had nicknamed her Blizzard because of her ability to mess with the weather, and she especially liked the winter time, as a good snow meant no school. As she grew older she gained the ability to port, or as she called it, poofing, because she couldn't think of a better name. What better way to get out of trouble than to be able to do something and then port away immediately? She, in addition to the weather, could shoot ice from her hands, shaping it into ominous daggers and other forms.

As she moved into being a teenager, she quite rapidly developed an ability to hear peoples' thoughts and direct her own thoughts at them, also being able to move objects with her mind. It was scary at first but she soon learned to use it to her advantage, even at the ridicule of others, especially on tests in school and to mess with peoples' heads.

Other people often avoided her because something inside of them knew she was not like the rest of them, even without having physical characteristics. Often teased and picked on, she grew angrier and angrier at life. She had to defend herself, and sometimes her friends, and grew to be a master of fighting. She often had thoughts of suicide but never went through with them.

Home life wasn't that great either. Her aunt made her life miserable, and no matter how hard her mother tried to protect her, she was always able to ruin her day in some way, taking great pleasure in watching the young girl crumble. To make matters worse, she had a neglectful father that lived only miles away, which hurt even more. He gave barely a call, or even a gift on Christmas, even though he lived with her two brothers. In public he would ardently avoid her presence, not wanting to be seen with someone as 'different' as she was.

Her circle of friends was nice and at least she had people to talk to and confide in, but they weren't enough to keep her from being hurt and angered by the ignorant behavior of the others. But when she was hurt physically, she always healed fast, faster than normal. What would take days or weeks to heal on a non-mutant only took minutes or hours to heal on her. It seemed like it could be a wonderful gift but all it did was make life for her harder to deal with.

Mara looked at herself in the mirror, having mutated further in the night, now having a whitish demonesque tail, long talon-like fingernails, furry cats' feet, red irises in her eyes, and pointy ears. Now there was no way she could go out without having to dress like it was the dead of winter, even though it was summer at the time. She was 21 now and was in college to be a teacher, and life was a little easier with the older students, but not by much.

"What if I make it snow, then I won't have to go," she said, knowing that it would wreak havoc in the area of North Carolina that they lived in. "No no, don't do that sweetie, remember all the panic that caused last July," her mother said, vividly remembering the day Mara got pissed off again and had it dump 5 inches of snow in the middle of July, raising quite a panic in the area, not to mention the media that swarmed in like a bunch of bees.

Mara groaned inwardly, not wanting to miss classes because of the amount of stuff that they covered each time they met, but she knew that dressing to cover herself would only draw unneeded attention. "I guess I'm gonna have to miss today, I'll have to think of a way to cover myself up, I can't go out dressed like it's 20 degrees outside, it's August and it's like really hot out there," Mara said to her mother as they both heard her aunt coming up the old creaky stairs of their house. "What the hell happened to you, you look like a demon," her aunt scoffed, trying her best to hurt her. Mara looked like she was about to scream. "I don't know, I woke up like this," she said curtly, turning her thin, agile body from the older woman and facing her mom again.

"Guess you're not getting that next tattoo this weekend looking like that, huh," she chided her. "Like you should get anymore, you have nine, you're gonna end up looking like a sailor," she said to her, even though most of the tattoos were hidden by her clothing. "Oh shut up you stupid bitch," Mara ground out. She liked the tattoos, and she liked the pain. Pain got her off. "Fine, fine, but don't be upset when you're 80 and don't want them anymore," she said, huffing herself out of the room. Mara sat down on her bed and folded her knees into her chest, ing ing her head on them and pulling her tail from underneath her, as it was uncomfortable to sit on. What was she going to do now?

Back at the mansion Xavier hurried into Cerebro, having located a new and powerful mutant. The screen read Name: Mara MacGregor, Location: Franklin, North Carolina, X-Gene verified. He watched the picture of the pretty young woman on the screen, her platinum blonde hair flowing shoulder length down her back as her hands were held up in the air, forcing the weather to change again. Logan looked on at the beautiful woman who, like Storm, could control the weather. "Alright Logan, go gather Jean and Storm and prepare the X-Jet, we're taking a trip to North Carolina," Xavier said to the man behind him. Logan turned and walked out of the room, going to gather the two women and prepare the jet.

They flew for a little while and as they arrived, they looked for a safe place to land. Seeing only a field that was near to the house, they had no option but to land the jet there. The house was only a short walk from the field and they tredged their way over the rocky dirt road that led to her house. As they rounded a corner, the brown house came into view. Her red Dodge Ram was parked outiside the garage, as there was no room in the garage for another vehicle. At least someone was home. Xavier wheeled himself outside the door and rang the doorbell as the others watched behind him. A small, middle-aged woman answered the door, her grey hair styled neatly and wearing a pleasant looking outfit, not looking like the type of person to be living in the country. She looked more suited for a city.

"Hello, I'm Charles Xavier and if you wouldn't mind, I would like to speak with Mara, if she's available," he said gently. The older woman smiled, her eyes denoting an air of sadness that had not developed overnight. Mara's mother called upstairs to her. "Mara, there's some people here to see you." Something inside of her knew that these people weren't here to hurt them. Mara hurriedly wrapped an overcoat around her, a hat, sunglasses, gloves, and snow boots, trying her best to cover up her mutations. Xavier watched the young woman come down the stairs, looking like Nanuck from the North dressed like that.

Mara gently probed at their minds, trying to see if there was any hostile intent, but there wasn't. Only genuinncerncern, and maybe a touch of humor at her clothing choice. "Hello Mara, I'm Charles Xavier and these are my fellow instructors Logan and Storm, and one of my students, Jean Grey, and we're hear on behalf of the Xavier Institute. We'd like to talk to you, if that's ok," Xavier started out. Mara smiled at them and motioned for them to sit down. She pulled up a chair in front of them and waited for the man to speak again.

"We heard of your abilities and would like to let you know that there is a place for you at our Institute for others with special abilities. I know that this will probably be a hard decision but we would be very happy if you decided to live with us and train and hone your own abilities," Xavier told her gently, not wanting to pressure her into coming, even though he knew that the area she lived in was not a safe one for mutants of any kind. "S-So you know about my powers," Mara said hesitantly as Xavier and the others nodded their heads. Her aunt Clem walked out at that time, hearing the conversation that was going on.

"Yeah, your powers, why don't you show them your other problems too while your at it, like that tail of yours," she said hurtfully. "Ma'am, we do not consider them problems, but gifts that we must learn to work with," Storm said venomously to Clem, who glared at her and walked into the kitchen. Mara sat there, embarrassed, watching as the others looked at her intently, but not with a degrading manner. "If you have other mutations Mara, please don't be afraid to show them, they are part of who you are and you should not be ashamed of them, although I can understand hiding them in an area such as this," Xavier said, hoping that she would open up to them.

"Are you sure you want to see," Mara said nervously. "Please don't be afraid of us," Jean said, smiling sweetly at her. Mara liked her, she seemed genuinely nice, as did everyone there. She first took off her hat, brushing her hair behind her, revealing the two elfin ears. Next she stood up and took off her overcoat, revealing a long, whitish tail with a spade on the end. It whipped from side to side nervously. She peeled her gloves off, revealing to them her long, sharp claws. Next went the snow boots as she pulled her furry white cat feet out of them. Last went the sunglasses, showing them her fiery red eyes, and she smiled, her fangs glinting in the sunlight coming through the windows.

She sat back down, her tail wrapping itself over her lap and twitching nervously. "You see, I look like a demon," she said miserably. "You do not look like a demon," Jean said, thinking of Kurt. Logan still thought she was beautiful, maybe even more so now than in the picture on Cerebro. "But those are only my physical traits, I have others. I can control the weather and I can shoot ice from my hands, I can, uh, poof into other places from where I'm standing or whatever, and I can read peoples' minds and move things with my mind too," she told them, still hoping they didn't think she was weird. "I can move things with my mind and I can read peoples' thoughts," Jean volunteered, picking up the vase that sat on the table next to them. "And I can play with the weather too," Storm said smiling. Logan looked at her as her eyes fell on him. He held up his hands and shot out his adamantium claws.

"Wow, those are cool," Mara said, staring at the metal claws that had appeared from within Logan's hands. 'Nobody's ever thought they were anything but scary or gross,' Logan thought to himself, kind of pleased that someone was actually intrigued by them and not grossed out. "C-Can I touch them," Mara said, really just wanting to get closer to the often silent and mysterious man. "Ok," Logan said roughly, letting her run her hands across the smooth metal and down to where it came from his skin. When she touched him, a lusty fire shot through both of their bodies as she read his thoughts and he recieved some of what she was feeling. She sat back down and watched as he slid them back inside.

"I'd like to go with you all, if that's ok," Mara said, really just wanting to get out of the house. "Wonderful, well then, lets get every thing ready and you packed and ready to go," Xavier beamed, happy that he had a new student and happy that she was getting out of that area. Mara took the rest of the day to gather with her what she wanted to take and they loaded it carefully onto the jet and she withdrew from the university, hoping to start soon up where they were going. Mara stared in wonderment at the huge black jet that jutted out from the woods around them. She had only seen things like that on TV or in those air shows. Her mother and her said their goodbyes, knowing that if she wanted to, she could port the lonf distance, having done it before once or twice from Florida to North Carolina.

The flight wasn't as long as she thought it was and soon they arrived at an enormous mansion, unlike any she'd seen before. They landed in the hangar, helping her unload her stuff to a vacant room. Jean and Storm took her through the mansion, introducing her to the students they ran into. As they came to the Rec room, Mara saw another person who looked similar to her. It was Kurt. Kurt noticed her immediately, and he thought it was cool that there was somebody else out there who looked like him, except not blue. "Hi, I'm Nightcrawler, but you can call me Kurt, Kurt Wagner," he said, stumbling over his words in front of this pretty woman. "Hi Kurt, my friends call me Blizzard but you can call me Mara," she said, shaking his tridactyl hand and smiling, showing her fangs.

Everyone there seemed nice. She knew she would probably like it there. Logan was quiet and seemed pissed off a lot, but she knew he had a soft spot in his heart for the students and his friends there. Jean and Storm left the girl in her room again to unpack her belongings. She taped her posters back up and put all her belongings where she wanted them, folding her clothes and putting them away. From the bottom of one of the clothes boxes, she took a plastic container with a towel wrapped around it. She was glad they hadn't found this one. It was her large collection of sex toys and she placed them under her bed where nobody could see them. She would definitely be using them and thinking of Logan.

A knock at her door made her jump as Logan opened the door. She jumped up quickly from the side of the bed and blushed, smiling and looking completely guilty. "Dinner's at six, and your first Danger Room session is tomorrow at 7AM," he said gruffly, turning and walking back out. Mara wondered what that would be like.


Next chapter: Danger Room Session and a prelude to Logan smut
[1] a Wiccan woman who lives by us has had her house burned and she's been shot at (sad!)