NOTE: Okie dokie, sudden random burst of energy! Woot! Just finished STT and I am pumped for some more Fausty ACTION!
Actually, that's not true. I am actually not going to write another Faust fic for a long time…my mind was gonna explode! O-o
Anyway, ahem, so instead, I present you a fic about Wolverine…because, I don't know, I want to. ^_^ This is set in a conversation between Logan and Prof. X, in which Logan's memories returned to him, and shortly after, some things happened…so enjoy.
-Momo
THINGS CAN GET CRAZY
"Ok, so things have been ok so far…"
"No random outbursts of rage, I presume?"
"Presume away…"
"Alright, what about your memories?"
"Kickin' me in the ass each time."
"Good thing?"
"On account I can remember them, yeah, that would be a good thing."
"Good…what about your—"
"Great. Just great."
"Did you even know what I was going to say?"
"Nope. But I know it's goin' great."
"Why is that?"
"You really wanna know? You're a mind reader, you can find out for yourself, eh?"
"I would rather you tell me."
"Alrighty then. Got laid last night."
"Ah…really…"
"Yep. Real great."
"Uh…huh…and who was this person?"
"Person? Chuck, ain't got no rainbows on me here."
"Ok, girl. Who was the girl?"
"Dunno. Some broad who ran into me at a bar."
"Some…broad…I could have guessed…"
"Mm-hm. Damn sexy. Like…like—"
"I understand…so, what happened?"
"What do you mean? Same old same old. She wasn't even half way to drunk, and I was sittin' there. She sorta…fell…onto me…"
"Ah huh…"
"Yep. I asked her if she was ok…not like I really cared, but courtesy, you know? So I asked, and she looked up at me, shiny blue eyes, and kissed me, right there in my lap."
"And you just…picked her up and left?"
"Yep."
"And brought her here?"
"Hell no."
"Her place?"
"Her boyfriend's truck."
"Oh…"
"Yeah…he was somewhere sleepin' on a bar stool…poor girl, though. Truck stank to high Hell like weed."
"You didn't get high did you?"
"Can't."
"I see…so after you…what happened after that?"
"We talked."
"Talked?"
"Uh huh."
"And what did she say?"
"Her boy's a real dip wad."
"Um…explain?"
"He's a smoker, drinker, dealer, the works. She hates him."
"And so?"
"So I said that she should leave him, and she was all like she wouldn't have a place to go and all that."
"And you brought her here then?"
"Nope. We went to her apartment…ordered some pizza and talked more."
"She just…befriended you?"
"Is that so strange?"
"No no…continue."
"Kay…so we talked and stuff, and ate, and she was real sweet, you know? Definitely not a drinker, like I mentioned. After we finished the pizza….well, she ate, I watched, she talked, I listened….but anyway, she popped in a movie or something and—"
"A movie or something?"
"Don't remember."
"Why not?"
"Cuz we were makin' out all over again….all over each other and all that…"
"Mm…"
"Yeah…and then we went at it again, naturally."
"Naturally."
"And I ended up staying there all night, you know? Like…like something told me I was supposed to be there…"
"Ah…do you have feelings for this woman?"
"I…I think so…"
"What might they be?"
"Pity, for one. For another…I…I like her…"
"Like her?"
"Like her…a little more than that maybe…I don't know…"
"You love her?"
"Just said. Don't know."
"Well, what about today?"
"Giving her a call in a bit. She gets outta work at four."
"Well then…how about you invite her over for dinner?"
"That'd be nice."
"Yes…well then, I guess we're done here."
"Guess so…"
"Logan."
"Hn?"
"I'm happy for you."
"Me too."
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TO POSSIBLY BE CONTINUED