Hey all, this is my first fan fiction so I hope it goes well. This is a ROGAN story so if you don't like that, then do not read – also a bit of a slow burner but will give you ROGAN shippers some great angst action as well as passionate and tender moments between the characters.
This is set three years after X3. Everything has happened like in the movies but in this the Professor, Scott and Jean have been resurrected (will be explained) after Alcatraz. Gambit is also in this story but will not infringe on the happy couple. Also, Logan has found out about a little of his past.
I do not own anything!
Chapter 1 – On the road again
The roar of the motorcycle could be heard for miles. His impending visit being frowned upon by nature as the gaseous substance from the engine was the only clue that the old bike had seen better days and that it hadn't had a rest since its occupant decided to return home.
Home? Is that what it was? Logan couldn't quite decide whether he was looking forward to going back to the mansion after three years or whether he felt he should turn back now. Unlucky for him, he really didn't have a choice.
After the Professor had contacted him telepathically, he knew that he had to go back to the mansion – it was just those niggling memories that he'd rather left forgotten which caused him to doubt whether he should carry on up this road or take the next left at the upcoming intersection. However, Charles had told him that he was needed immediately but didn't divulge why he was needed and how it came about that Charles was actually alive.
So here he was, the infamous Wolverine, at the beck and call to a bunch of mutant kids and X-geeks.
Many people thought Logan had left the mansion because of the guilt of killing the woman he loved, that he was so traumatized he had to run. They were wrong.
Okay, Logan did leave because of the guilt but it wasn't because he killed the woman he loved, oh no, it was because he was glad it wasn't her. The her in this situation is the one woman who never once looked at him like he was anything but the kind and gentle man she thought he was.
She was the only one who asked whether his claws hurt when they come out, "every time" he had said. She was the only one who knew what it was like to be an outcast among outcasts – she was Marie.
Logan had spent the last three years trying to figure out why he was glad that Marie wasn't the one who was dead, that he was glad Jean died that day and Marie had no harm come to her. He had just about worked it out when Chuck had asked him to come home.
So here he was, on his motorcycle (the one he borrowed from Scott) finishing up the deliberations that were in his head about the girl who stowed away in his camper all those years ago. He was in love with her. He may have loved before – Jean, Mariko, Kayla etc – but he had never been in love.
Not just the Logan in his head approved of Marie but so did the Wolverine. The Wolverine had liked to fuck around with these women that Logan felt a strong attraction to but Marie was the one, the mate that every wolf longs for and craves to find. Wolverine was coming to get her.
