Title: Waiting

Author: IndigoNight

Summary: Logan has finally found a partner who doesn't slow him down, but instead distracts him in an entirely new way. But what happens when this new life is threatened? And just how long will he wait to have it back again?

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Pairing: Logan/Steve Rogers

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.

Spoilers: Not really…

Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing and somewhat graphic sex

Warnings: Slash, if you don't like, don't read.

Author's Note: So yeah, just having fun. Please review. Any and all flames will be used to roast marshmallows and otherwise completely ignored. Thank you.

Enjoy!

Another "cheery" day, fun. Another "special" mission, yippee. Another "partner" to slow him down, oh boy. With so much excitement to look forward to, sometimes Logan wondered how he could stand it.

He sat in the convoy, waiting for the sergeant to return with his new "partner". It was cold, wet, and raining, his favorite.

Finally he could see them, approaching through the drizzle. Logan immediately began sizing up the new guy. He was tall, about six foot two, well built, with plenty of muscle, and dressed in star-spangled spandex, not a typical World War II outfit.

"Logan, this is Steve Rogers," the sergeant informed him.

"Ah," Logan said dryly, "The infamous Captain America."

"Welcome to the team, Logan," Rogers said boisterously, extending his hand.

"Great," Logan replied, completely ignoring the hand, "So, what exactly is this mission about?" he asked, his voice the very essence of boredom. He'd joined the army in hopes of some excitement, but he'd found that it got old real fast.

"Rescue and release," the sergeant explained, "Rogers will fill you in on the details."

"Joy," was Logan's, ever sarcastic, response. The sergeant saluted them smartly and marched off.

Climbing into the convoy they set off as Rogers explained the details of their mission to Logan, basically they were to break into a camp, bust out all the prisoners and take them to a refugee camp, big surprise. Logan was so glad that they liked to mix it up once in a while.

After that they sat in silence as the convoy carried them closer to the camp before they were on their own. Logan sat relaxed back in his seat, absently shuffling his worn deck of cards, as he obtrusively continued to observe Rogers. He remembered his conversation with the sergeant the night before when he'd been told of the assignment.

"You're new partner will be arriving right before you set off," the sergeant had told him.

"Why do you continually insist on making me take someone along with me?" Logan had demanded, "You know I can do it on my own, others just slow me down. They always end up getting hurt or something, and then I have to go back and save their sorry asses. I think more men in our army owe me their lives than refugees do."

"I think you'll find this one to be a little different from the partners you're used to," the sergeant had told him, with a wink, "He has some rather unusual talents, not unlike your own." To which Logan had of course scoffed in doubt, before going back to his tent to do… something manly and soldier-ish.

"You don't like me much, do you?" Rogers had apparently caught him watching.

"It's nothing personal, bub," Logan told him off handedly, "I'm just not much of a team player."

"How about this isn't a team then," Rogers said, his voice and manner spoke of nothing but friendliness, "More like a partnership."

But before Logan could reply the convoy jolted to a stop and the fun began.

Although the clouds and the rain made it dark, so that it was harder for the enemy to see, the mud definitely didn't make the job any more pleasurable. As they approached the camp they assessed the situation. Luckily, this camp was far out in the middle of now where, so the guards were few, and not on high alert, so it was fairly easy to scale the wall without being spotted.

Once inside they crouched in the shadows awaiting the first hapless guards to come around the corner. Their luck held when two came around together. Logan and Rogers quickly dispatched one each, and donning their uniforms, keys and gear. Then the two split up, running quickly from one holding facility to another.

At each they revealed their identities to the frightened prisoners and quickly began leading them in small groups through the shadows to the small back door, where, once out they told them to run through the stand of trees to the east where more convoys waiting to carry them to safety.

Just as they were herding the last group toward to their escape a wandering guard happened around the corner.

"Hey!" the guard shouted, running after them.

"Shit," Logan muttered, "Get them out of here," he hissed to Rogers before turning back to take care of the guard.

Barely had Logan taken care of the first guard, when two dozen more, apparently having heard the first's shouts, came rushing around the corner, guns at the ready.

With an internal groan, Logan started off. At first he stuck to his military issued gun, but as more and more guards appeared, he gave up on the idea of normalcy. Dropping the gun, he spun into action. Extending his retractable adimentium claws, he leapt at the nearest guard, then the next, and the next; completely ignoring their shouts of surprise and fear as easily as he ignored the bullets whistling passed him. Evan the few that managed to hit his fast moving body only halted him for a moment before the bullet was pushed back out and the wound healed with the remarkable metal that ran through his entire body.

Although the wounds were quickly healed, that didn't mean that they didn't hurt, and the more hits he took, the quicker he tired. Damn, they just kept coming too! He was running out of steam dangerously fast. But he figured the others had had enough time to escape; now it was his turn. He tried to retreat, but the guards had come around from behind too; he was completely cut off.

'Damn,' he thought as he cut down three more guards with one stroke, who were quickly replaced by six more, 'Finally some excitement, must be my lucky day.'

He staggered back a step as one of the guards managed to hit him hard on the back of the head with his gun. In the moment of hesitation it took for Logan to blink and shake his head to clear it the guards were piling on top of him, hitting him repeatedly over the top of the head, trying to push him down into the mud, and succeeding.

But in a flash of lightning, a round, star-spangled disk carved a path through the sea of guards around him. Logan blinked in surprise, but only had a moment to wonder as seconds later another flash of red, white, and blue crossed his vision; Rogers had returned to join the fight.

As a fresh wave of vigor washed over Logan he roared and tossed the guards still clinging to his arms into the mud several feet away, then dispatched several more with his claws.

Rogers fought through the crowd until he stood back to back with Logan. "Not slowing you down, am I?" Captain America asked with a grin.

Logan didn't reply. Instead they continued fighting back to back through the crowd, until at last they broke free and dashed for the exit.

Out in the open rain again they ran until they were well into the trees and safely away from the camp. There they slowed, but only a little, as they knew the guards would soon regroup and be hot on their tails.

However, Logan was unable to keep himself from pausing for just a moment to lean against a tree, breathing heavily.

"Are you hurt?" Rogers asked in concerned, but Logan was saved from answering by the other man's gasp when he noticed the countless bullet holes and rivers of blood staining Logan's uniform.

"I'm fine," Logan said briskly, shoving away from the tree to continue on, but stopped and swayed slightly, he'd lost more blood than he'd realized.

"Wait, stop, what are you doing?" Rogers protested, "You're seriously injured!"

"Look, bub, I'm not like everybody else, my body's special," Logan hissed, "I'm fine." But Rogers looked less than convinced. Logan sighed, "Fine, you want proof?" He quickly unbuttoned his top; revealing his toned, hairy, flawless chest, "See? Not a mark left, all taken care of," he said briskly, already re-buttoning his shirt.

Rogers continued to stare.

"Come on," Logan sighed, exasperated, "They must have told you I was… different, before they sent ya off with me."

"Well, yeah," Rogers admitted, "But I didn't think they meant… like that. Are you part of operation rebirth too?" he asked.

"Of operation what?" Logan replied, his dizzy spell was passing and he was impatient to get going.

"Operation rebirth," Rogers repeated, "I guess not. Then how?"

"Look, bub, I don't know," Logan answered, starting to walk away, "Lets get going, before those Nazis find us."

Rogers followed without another word and Logan hoped that that would be the end of such annoying conversations.

To Be Continued