Welcome to Adrian's at the Airport this is my first X-Men/Rogan fan fiction and I'm so glad that I finally finished the first chapter! If there is to be and further chapters then it is all up to you guys to keep them comments rolling in! I should probably explain that the story is strictly Rogan, no interfering evils! All criticism is welcome, good and bad.
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My leather boots treated heavily over the gravel of the mansions drive-way, after heckling the guard at the front and flashing my claws a bit, he was convinced that I really and truly was The Wolverine. What an idiot.
I stared up at the mansions wide brick frame before putting the kickstand on my bike and setting it outside of the garage. It had been two weeks since I had last been here; I was back by the orders given from Professor Charles Xavier. Believe it or not, the old geyser had a special place in my heart, he was one of the only two people to know who and what I am, and not judge me by it. The other person being Marie of course, when I first met her she was just an awkward little duckling, stowing away on the back of a stranger's caravan. Even from the first time I saw her, sitting in that bar in Laughin City, I knew that she was something special. Then when she first talked to me I knew for certain that there was nobody else in the world that was like her. She didn't angrily retaliate to my rude ways, she just answered as if I had said it like a gentleman, whom I assure you, I am not. And even amongst having a skin disorder and having me as her closest friend, she had grown up to be a gorgeous and tolerant young woman.
I rounded the corner to see a yard full of playing kids, a lot more than there had been a few weeks ago; all the teenagers were sitting around picnic benches, happily chatting away. I spotted Jubilee hanging off St. John. "Jubilee" I shouted "Get your yellow ass over here". Storm sniffled, unappreciative of my language. She can go whine about me to Beast later, it's not like he's gonna grow some balls and do anything about it anyways. Some of the new kids that were playing in the playground were staring at me, wide-eyed and their small jaws hanging on their hinges, if they catch some flies then it's not my problem. Jubilee glared at me but still sauntered over to me, wiggling her but while she walked, trying to get the boys attention, it worked.
"Jubilee, you wiggle your ass anymore and you're gonna dislocate something" Her 'scary' glare transformed into a smile that could blind a person. "We've missed you Wolfie"
"Yeah, whatever, ya know where Rogue is?"
"That ain't no way to talk to a lady now is it Wolverine?" a voice said from behind me. That ringing southern tone in her voice made my metal knees shake. She smelled of cigars and Canadian beer. An air of confidence radiated off her as she moved to face me. Elegant lacy black gloves covered her from fingertip to elbow, the rest of her covered otherwise by vibrantly colored clothing. Her dark hair held two white streaks that framed her face perfectly, while serving as a reminder that recklessness would never work in her favor. Her face graced the presence of a dazzling smile, which made me feel elated and as if I had been under laughing gas.
"Come on kid, let's go get some beer" her smile froze for a second as I called her by her old nickname, but she quickly bounced back and towed me through the backdoor, coming into a room full of muddy shoes and coats. She gave my filthy shoes a pointed look and continued to bend down and untie each lace. I kicked them off while grunting my thanks; she smiled weakly and tugged me further through the bright mansion. Something was off about Marie, I took one long breath and the poignant smell of nervousness wafted off her, surprising me in my entirety. Marie had always reacted differently to me than anyone else I've ever known, she never feared me or pitied me, and she knew that I hated those emotions with a passion. Instead she always tried to understand me, unlike Jean or Cyclops, of whom automatically assumed I was a lost cause, which I am, but Marie always refused the very nature of such thoughts. Even with he crazy death wish, nervousness was not one of Marie's natural emotions. Why on earth was she nervous of me? Was it because I hadn't seen her in weeks?
Marie's hands fiddled with my dog tags that lay in the swell of her breasts. She had claimed the flimsy piece of metal last time he had gone on one of his searches to find his past. His trips had grown shorter and shorter, suddenly his past didn't matter so much, his thoughts had slowly been clouded with thoughts of her, and only her. He had returned again and again, to find her waiting for him with that same smile, that same weariness. He had only returned to see if she was okay, happy even.
We stopped outside my room. The same room that she always ensured to remain unoccupied and stocked with a mini fridge that was always filled to the brim with Molson's, Dead Frog Pale Ale and Crazy Canuck Pale Ale. How she got them into the country was a mystery, but as long as I'm still getting the essentials then I'm not about to place my inquiries. The wolverine half of my mind was leaping back and forth, howling in happiness. The entire time that we had been traveling the Canadian terrain, he had constantly badgered me about when we were going to see Marie again, he had immediately taken a liking to her when we uncovered her in the back of my caravan, his liking for her grew even more so when she not only asked me my name, then defended her own, and then had the audacity to ask if I had anything to eat. Even after all that she, rightfully, asked if I should be wearing my seat belt.
The dark-haired beauty twirled and jumped onto my bed, putting her hands beneath her head and crossing her leg over the other. I sat on the edge of the bed and flopped down, resting my head on her toned torso. She ran her now gloveless fingers through my hair and softly rubbed patterns across my scalp. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting all of my senses be overwhelmed by her. The sweet scent of coca oil, the soft feeling of her unblemished hands, even through the lids covering my eyes I could differentiate her shadow against the light backdrop of the room. The hums that she breathed out drifted into my ears, a sweet melody that she had unconsciously conjured.
"Can I show ya something Logan?" she asked cautiously, and from her smell I could tell that this is what she had been so nervous about a few minutes ago. I sat up and faced her on the bed, she shuffled forward and slowly crept one hand up my leather jacket, coming closer and closer to my bare skin, eventually she placed her hand on my cheek and she lifted up her head to meet my gaze.
I was speechless, she could finally touch. Everything that she had worked for in the past three years had paid off. I reached my hand up to cover hers, our eyes never losing contact as I leaned forwards and slowly met my lips with hers. My gruff beard scratched against her porcelain skin and her hands melded into my hair, creating the perfect picture of love and lust. I didn't have to ask her how she managed to flip the switch on her power, I didn't want to ask her something she might now be able to answer, for now I am happy as I am. She swiped her tongue on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and out tongues fought one another for dominance. Eventually the need for oxygen got the better of us and we drew back from our rather comfortable position.
"Is it bad that I don't want to stop kissing you?" she asked, abashed
"Naw Darlin', just means your part of the female population" I replied, smirking.
She slapped my arm and an even bigger smirk took over my face, my eyes crinkled with laugh lines that were so rare to see. "So what is this?" she rubbed her hands together, nervously awaiting an answer. I hadn't really thought of that yet, and a little voice inside my head seemed to suggest that the mansions occupants wouldn't be entirely accepting of a relationship between an eighteen year old and a guy who is so ancient that he doesn't know his own age. "How about, you are my girl. And I am your guy?" she nodded her head eagerly and tacked me into a fierce embrace. I hesitated before I continued, "But maybe we should keep this between the two of us" she inched away from me. I could sense the hurt she was feeling so I rushed to say how the students and teachers might not be so open-minded about our relationship, which seemed to dull the sting of my mistaken rejection.
The hard knocking at the door brought us out of our serene reverie. As Marie rolled of the bed I purchased myself in the pillows at the top of the neatly made bed, Marie stalked towards the door and swung it open. A frown fell over both of our faces as the door revealed Jean Grey, I hadn't expected for news of my arrival to get around so fast. I was suddenly grateful for mine and Marie's shared ability to protect most of our minds from telepaths like the fiery redhead. Xavier didn't abuse his gifts; he seemed tiresome of his ability to know everyone's business. If you ask me the old guy is quite the gossip, in his own right.
"Logan!" Jean exclaimed "we didn't expect you back for a few more weeks!"
"Yeah well, I had to check up on Rogue here. Makin' sure that she didn't get in to any trouble" Marie sent me a glare at my remark but when Jean turned to follow my gaze, her face remained impassive. "I'd better get back to Jubes, she's probably going off her rocker by now. Nice seein' ya Jean." Marie leaped out the door with a "See ya Wolverine!" and then she disappeared around the corner.
I frowned upon her abrupt exit and - as per usual- only partially paying attention to Jean's attempt to give me the welcome back speech. The once alluring woman who had been a considerable beauty had long since lost the charm that made me set my sights on her. I had never put any real interest in her, but even so, I used her as a pawn in my aim to distract myself from Marie. Quite truthfully I can say that the lady, while a natural beauty, couldn't hold a candle to the bold angles and youthful grace of Marie.
Marie. My mate. The only reason for my monthly return to this over crowded high school. Everything about this place screamed for a decent pool table. Or maybe even some properly cushioned seats.
Although most of my mind had been drifting off as Jean spoke, I heard something about a job in the mansion.
"What?" I asked "Say that again?"
Jean sighed, exasperated, " the professor would like to offer you a position on the teaching staff, as a Danger Room coach and mechanic.
"Jesus Jean, you must be pretty desperate to ask me to help"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures" she retaliated before stalking out the door.
Was she calling me a last resort? The nerve of that woman.
I decided that I should probably go look for Marie, so I stalked down to the kitchen and followed the scent that she had left trailing behind her. The feminine musk was interwoven with scents of vanilla, vinegar and – to my distaste – the putrid stench of teenage hormones. The path weaved throughout the house, into the surrounding grounds, and finished outside an abandoned lake house.
The lake itself was off access without authorization from Charles. I heard a splash from off in the distance; I followed the sound to find Marie, her clothes ley in a heap at the base of a tree, her swimming in the middle of the majestic blue body of water. The afternoon sunlight turned the rivulets of water that ran across her body into polished diamonds. Her body was distorted under the water; her hair pooled around her, as dark and seductively dangerous as her skin. I suckled in a breath as she swam up to the shore and climbed onto the rocky shore.
Inch by inch of the exotic southern beauty was revealed to me. My mouth went dry and my breathing hitched completely as she arched her back, skin stretching across her ribcage; exposing a shadow of bones. A soul so free and beautiful, the world around her barricaded with greed and hate. Forced to hide herself under layer upon layer of clothing, but at last, she has some compensation for her losses. My reasons for her redemption may be selfish, but it was a selfishness that balanced her selflessness. What man wouldn't give up his life to protect her, care for her, love her? She had no qualms of evil and hatred, she thought herself to be people's lesser, or equal. Not a goddess among mortals, as she truly was. She was a piece of paradise that people were too afraid to touch, never getting close enough to realize that, in this case, watching and dreaming of paradise, is better than no paradise at all.
For what seemed like a lifetime, I stood there. Wolverine, stood behind a tree, peering at a girl through a veil of bushes. If I remembered my youth at all, I hoped it was something like this. Sluggishly, she escaped the water and trampled over sticks and stones in an attempt to reach the pile of clothes that lay on the ground. I backtracked a bit and waited until I heard the final rustle of her clothes being put on before making my way back through the trees and bushes.
"There you are Marie, I've been lookin' for ya" I said, feeling triumphant that my previous activities had gone by, unbeknownst to her.
"Well here I am! Watcha need sugah?" her voice dripped over me like honey, my mind was made up. I couldn't spend another day pretending that I wasn't madly in love with this girl, her smile, her laugh, her refusal to believe that I am less of a person because I have claws that rip out of my skin.
This girl was it for me, my wolf knew that, I knew that, and hell, I was tired of denying it. Before I had the chance to breathe my epiphany struck me. We needed to get away from all of this; we needed peace and freedom to be who we were, together.
"how do you feel about takin' a trip back to Canada Darlin'?
She squealed in delight, happiness shining in her eyes, "Oh ma god! Are we really Logan?"
"Course kid, we leave tonight, get yer stuff together, we're taking the truck"
She ran ahead of me in the direction of the mansion, there was a hop in her step that I hadn't seen in a long time. I called out for Chuck in my mind and he answered before I had time to prepare myself. "Uh… Hi chuck Marie and I are goin' on a trip for a while, I'm goin' to need the truck"
"Of course Wolverine, may I ask where you are going?"
I snorted to myself then shut the link, but not before saying "No, no you may not."
By the time that night rolled around, Marie and I buckled up, and due to previous havoc regarding seatbelts, very tightly so. I shifted into gear and we started rolling down the driveway. I have to admit, this must be some sort of record for me, leaving the same day I came? Doesn't happen often, usually I stay until the thought of leaving Marie becomes unbearable, then I run away as fast as I can in the opposite direction.
"Logan?" Marie asked, grasping for my attention "why are we going on this trip?"
I sat in silence for a few seconds, pondering my response. "Darlin' we need to get away for a while. We both need to find a place where we can be together, without judgement"
She frowned at my answer, "do you really care what they think?"
"No Darlin' but you will, the kids at the mansion don't know any better; they would have a field day with this. You just got you touch back, I just don't want to scar it away!"
My answer seemed to satisfy her for the time being, we rolled of the rocky Canadian terrain by nightfall and we drove until we reached Langley, B.C. I drove around the town and found a motel by a private airport that had a restaurant attached to it Adrian's at the Airport. It read 'Good work Logan' I thought to myself, then looked at the ever peaceful, sleeping Marie. 'Now how to get her out of this car?'
Thank you to those who actually read to the end and didn't give up halfway through! (I know it happens because I've done it myself)I hope you enjoyed Chapter One of what is probably my best piece of work yet, if you ask me anyways! Feel free to comment and follow at your will!