Title: Gimme A Little Credit
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Logan and Marie should belong only to each other.
Rating: PG
Summary: Khaki's opening sentence challenge.
The other fics in this challenge series can be found at Logan and Marie's
Dolphin Haven:
http://www.dreamwater.org/ddfh/fanfiction/TheyDiedInstantly.htm
~ Gimme A Little Credit ~
They died instantly. It wasn't suicide, either; they were murdered.
Flashback:
"Okay, Marie, here they are. Now I want you to promise to take good care of them," Logan said as he held them just out of her grasp.
"I promise, Logan," Marie answered as she reached for them.
Her eyes were slightly glazed and she licked her lips. Normally that excited Logan, but now it just worried him.
"Remember what we discussed about not over doing it with them?" he reminded her.
"Yes, I remember," Marie replied as her fingers closed around them.
Logan was still concerned because Marie had that *look* in her eyes. It was the same one she got when, for example, she discovered a pint of Haagen- Dazs hidden in the back of the freezer that had gone undetected by anyone else.
"Okay. Well, have fun at the mall," Logan said, hoping they'd gone over the *ground rules* enough as he watched her place his two brand-new credit cards into her wallet.
When Marie returned a few hours later armed with countless shopping bags, apparently having single-handedly ensured the weekly profits for most, if not all of the stores in the mall, Logan visibly paled.
"Thank you, Logan," Marie said sweetly as she casually handed him back his credit cards and kissed him on the cheek before bouncing off to their room.
Logan stared at the two small rectangles of plastic that had been so shiny only hours earlier. He flipped them over to discover their magnetic strips had been marred with ugly little scars caused from being viciously swiped again and again. Logan finally understood why Charles had seemed so euphoric when he announced that he was going to be taking care of Marie from now on. Looking down at the still smoking cards, Logan realized that he'd be spending a good deal of his time cage-fighting in order to support Marie in the lifestyle to which she'd become accustomed. They needed to have a little talk, because the one they'd had earlier about fiscal responsibility had apparently failed to make an impact.
Logan entered their room with slight apprehension. He didn't want to fight with Marie, but if she kept this up, they'd be broke by month's end. The bags were piled up in front of the dresser, looking even more budget draining then when she'd first arrived home. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and he heard her moving around in there.
"Marie, can you come out here for a minute, baby," he asked, the tension in his voice noticeable.
"What is it, sugar?" she asked innocently as she came out of the bathroom and stood before him.
Logan immediately swallowed his planned lecture about frivolous spending as he admired the newly acquired black lace demi-bra and thong panties she was almost wearing. What the hell, he thought, he healed fast - what's a couple of extra fights, if this is what he got to come home to every night? Marie smiled victoriously as he reached for.
The credit cards may have died instantly, but they did not die in vain.
~ Gimme A Little Credit ~
They died instantly. It wasn't suicide, either; they were murdered.
Flashback:
"Okay, Marie, here they are. Now I want you to promise to take good care of them," Logan said as he held them just out of her grasp.
"I promise, Logan," Marie answered as she reached for them.
Her eyes were slightly glazed and she licked her lips. Normally that excited Logan, but now it just worried him.
"Remember what we discussed about not over doing it with them?" he reminded her.
"Yes, I remember," Marie replied as her fingers closed around them.
Logan was still concerned because Marie had that *look* in her eyes. It was the same one she got when, for example, she discovered a pint of Haagen- Dazs hidden in the back of the freezer that had gone undetected by anyone else.
"Okay. Well, have fun at the mall," Logan said, hoping they'd gone over the *ground rules* enough as he watched her place his two brand-new credit cards into her wallet.
When Marie returned a few hours later armed with countless shopping bags, apparently having single-handedly ensured the weekly profits for most, if not all of the stores in the mall, Logan visibly paled.
"Thank you, Logan," Marie said sweetly as she casually handed him back his credit cards and kissed him on the cheek before bouncing off to their room.
Logan stared at the two small rectangles of plastic that had been so shiny only hours earlier. He flipped them over to discover their magnetic strips had been marred with ugly little scars caused from being viciously swiped again and again. Logan finally understood why Charles had seemed so euphoric when he announced that he was going to be taking care of Marie from now on. Looking down at the still smoking cards, Logan realized that he'd be spending a good deal of his time cage-fighting in order to support Marie in the lifestyle to which she'd become accustomed. They needed to have a little talk, because the one they'd had earlier about fiscal responsibility had apparently failed to make an impact.
Logan entered their room with slight apprehension. He didn't want to fight with Marie, but if she kept this up, they'd be broke by month's end. The bags were piled up in front of the dresser, looking even more budget draining then when she'd first arrived home. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and he heard her moving around in there.
"Marie, can you come out here for a minute, baby," he asked, the tension in his voice noticeable.
"What is it, sugar?" she asked innocently as she came out of the bathroom and stood before him.
Logan immediately swallowed his planned lecture about frivolous spending as he admired the newly acquired black lace demi-bra and thong panties she was almost wearing. What the hell, he thought, he healed fast - what's a couple of extra fights, if this is what he got to come home to every night? Marie smiled victoriously as he reached for.
The credit cards may have died instantly, but they did not die in vain.