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I don't own them – and this has been brewing in the back of my mind for a while. I'm not sure where it's going – so I don't know what warnings to put on it.

If those tags could talk, what stories they could tell.

Chapter 1

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Dear Diary:

I have to write all of this down somewhere. Things have been strange since the beginning; nothing has gone according to plan; first David and my powers manifesting before I could get on the road, and then having to change our meeting place three times, and then that idiot cage fighter catching me in the back of his trailer. I guess idiot is a little strong; he's a nice enough guy I guess. Then the leather clad idiots dragging me to their mansion and trying to 'take care of me.' I don't need anyone to take care of me; I have him, and have since the beginning.

She looked at the page and then ripped it out, that was the absolute last thing she needed anyone to find. She glanced down at the scuffed bit of metal around her neck. If ANYONE knew why it was her most treasured possession they would throw her out on the streets, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Logan giving them to her had been a godsend she hadn't expected. He had no idea that the reason she wanted them wasn't because they were his, but because of whose neck they had been around before he got them back. She'd listened to the fight, praying that Logan wouldn't win. None of them understood what was REALLY going on that night.

She blushed at the memory of the night before the statue, when HE'D been set to guard her, and how hard she'd had to bite her lip to keep anyone from overhearing her moans. She'd bitten through it twice and he'd had to let her borrow his healing factor. He'd laughed, told her she was being a silly frail, he didn't care who knew he was fucking her. She'd missed him so much her body had been starved for his.

No one knew – how long they'd been lovers, even if everyone said it was wrong, she didn't care. She used to take long walks in the woods behind her parent's house, it was a small town in Mississippi and no one saw any danger in a young girl walking in the woods. At first she'd been afraid, when she found his camp in the woods. He was huge, beyond huge, and at the time she'd been fourteen, and barely reached his chest. He'd been reading when she found him, and she'd asked what. The Bible and she hadn't been the least surprised.

At first they were just friends. He'd camp there whenever he came through, and she'd find him. They talked about her dreams, her desire to see Alaska, to have an adventure. He'd laughed at first, but as time went on, and they spent more time talking, he started to help her plan. She hadn't planned on falling in love with him, it had just happened, and him being him, he'd not let any moss grow under his feet. The moment he'd realized her toe had crossed that line, he dragged her the rest of the way across.

He'd been surprisingly gentle, the first time, and she'd figured out later it was so she didn't go running away, but wanted more. By the time her powers manifested she was well and truly addicted to him. Until David, he'd been the only man she'd kissed, and she wouldn't have kissed David, but HE wanted her to. She needed to have a boyfriend her own age, throw the suspicion off of her walks in the woods he'd said.

After the ambulance left, and her parents started looking at her like she'd grown another head, she'd packed a bag and run. She'd run to the only safe place she knew – but he wasn't there. She waited a week, before hitting the road. He'd found her thirty miles north of home, and they'd planned the rest.

He didn't want her seen with him, not yet. She was still too young, and they could get in so much trouble if they were caught. He told her to stick to the plan, meet him in Anchorage, he'd follow and keep out of sight, keep her safe, but he didn't want to be seen with her yet.

She'd been a little upset with him, at first, but as she'd traveled she'd figured out exactly why he hadn't wanted people to see them like that. Every time she got into a car or a truck with someone, people watched her strangely.

He'd been patient until Chicago, and then he'd picked her up himself and found a motel, they'd stayed there a week, and it had been not only a week in his arms, but a week of much needed rest and food. He'd done it again around Saskatoon, and was planning to pick her up on the road outside Laughlin City for the final stretch.

She'd met Logan instead, and been 'rescued' by the X-Men from the very man she was sitting here waiting to meet.

"I told ya, this ain't a good idea, Darlin." He said softly as he slipped into the darkened corner booth in the dingy bar. The nice thing about where the mansion was located, it wasn't far to go to get to the city, and anonymous meeting places were everywhere in New York

"I can't take it anymore. Kitty's a prudish little JAP, Jubilee's drivin me nuts, and Bobby and John are both sniffin around like I'm a dog in heat – which I am, but not for them." She muttered.

"Won't be long now, you'll be eighteen soon, we can get out of here, take off on our own, we've had this discussion.

"I know, I don't have ta like it." She muttered.

"I think you've got too much of me and the Runt up there." He tapped the center of her forehead with a clawed talon.

"What I ain't got is enough of you in here…" She said running her hands suggestively over her hips. He chuckled.

"Soon, Baby, soon you'll have all of me you can take – and then some."

"Not soon enough."

"Listen, I'm heading out of the country for a job, you stay close to that school, and remember what I told ya about those boys, they'll throw the scent off. Pick one – but you need ta act like a girl your age, at least until we can take off."

"If I have ta – Bobby's the better choice, he's scared shitless of my skin."

"Good, I don't want him touchin ya, just wishin he could and thinkin' he can." She laughed at his reasoning. He could be such a guy sometimes, and sometimes he would surprise her with tender moments that blew her away.

"Baby, are you alright?" His voice startled her, and it was the most welcome sound she'd ever heard.

"NO! David's in a coma – maybe dead because I touched him…" She was nearly hysterical.

"What happened, Darlin" He grabbed her arms and shook her, forcing her to look at him.

"I was doin what you told me, found a nice boy ta date, so people didn't ask questions 'bout us…he came over, and I was showin him the map in my room…"

"You invited dickweed to your ROOM!"

"You told me too – you TOLD me ta act like I was really datin' him."

"Fine – what happened?

"I kissed him…"

"YOU WHAT?!" He roared, shaking her again.

"I kissed him – and it was like he was invaidin' my head. I knew what he was thinkin…and it hurt and then he was floppin on the bed like a dead fish…."

"You KISSED the dickweed on your BED!"

"VICTOR – LISTEN TA ME!" She shouted at him. "I nearly KILLED him – he's in a coma…"

"Baby, that's not important…" He leaned down to kiss her and she pulled back.

"Have you heard a word I said – my SKIN hurts people?"

"So…"

"So I don't wanna hurt you."

"Baby – I've already thought of eight ways around that – in the last two seconds, so do you mind…why are you takin off early? I thought we were gonna wait till you graduated?"

"My parents think I've grown another head – I'm some kinda freak."

"Baby – you're just one of us…and I for one am glad. So can we forget dickweed and your idiot parents? If yourtakin off NOW – we need ta plan it out."

"What do you mean – plan it out?"

"We can't travel together, Darlin…not if you don't want child services ta get you – and me to be behind bars."

"But…"

"Baby – I'll be right behind ya…every step, but we can't be together in public. Private's another matter." He grinned, his fangs flashing and leaned down to kiss her again. She let herself enjoy the kiss for just a second before she could feel his thoughts pressing in on her.

"VICTOR! NO way in hell I'm doin THAT…You'd get HURT!"

"I'll wear a condom – SHIT!"

"It ain't THAT part I'm worried about…"

"Baby, will you TRUST me…I'll always take care of my girl." He purred at her, sending shivers down her spin as his hands found her breasts under the light sweater she was wearing.

"If you get HURT I'll kill you." She growled at him as he managed to find her nipples through the sweater and her bra…

"Earth to Marie…"

"Sorry…drifted off."

"As I was sayin – don't let this dickweed kiss ya, I've got enough company up there, and don't need anymore."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you're my GIRL – not HIS!" He snarled.

"Well considerin' I ain't had anything more than Bobby and John for pleasant company – I really could use some attention before I get back."

"NOW you're speakin my language, Darlin." He grinned. "I've got a room down the street."

"You gonna have ta sneak me in this time?"

"No – no one gives a shit…there."

"Oh – one of those…"

"What does that mean?"

"You rentin' by the hour?"

"Hey – you're the one with the itch, Darlin."

"I ain't sayin no – just that I'll be glad when I'm eighteen so we don't have ta sneak around or rent cheap rooms anymore."

"I know, Baby, me too."