Logan parked the motorcycle in Xavier's driveway and assesed the damage done to Cyclops motorcycle. Hardly a scratch on it. He grinned and raised an eyebrow thinking about how pissed Cyclops must have been when he discovered his bike gone. He hitched his bag on his shoulder and looked at the mansion. Had it really been three years? He didn't find too much out his past, but he decided to stay up there. There was only one thing that made him come back.
Inside the mansion, he looked around. Not much had changed. There was the foozeball table that Marie had been playing at, and the couch where Scott, Jean, and Ororo had found out that Mystique was still alive.
He looked up the stairs that led to the rooms in the mansion. He climbed them, keeping his ears and his eyes open. As he looked for the door that led to her room, he thought of her. He thought of her. Everything was still embedded in his memory. Her smell, her hair, and her brown eyes, the way they looked into his, as though she could read his every thought.
He stopped outside her room. He knew it was her room, because he could smell her scent. A mixture of shampoo, soap, and the scent that was just....her. He opened the door and stepped in.
She was lying on her side, curled up next to a teddy bear. He smiled. Who'd have thought that Miss Toughness slept with a teddy bear. Her hair was in a loose ponytail. Two white streaks were loose from the ponytail, and they framed her sleeping face.
Logan pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. He observed her sleeping form and he knew he had to leave. He had gotten in some trouble up in Canda and some men were chasing him, and he loved her too much to put her in danger. It killed his heart to know he could never see her again, but her safety was more important than his selfish love.
He placed his hand on her hair, and caressed on of the white strands. Then he leaned over her and kissed her, just barely, on the cheek. As he stood up and put the chair back by the desk, he thought her heard her whisper his name, but when he looked back, she was still sleeping.
He paused in her doorway. "Goodnight", he whispered.
She turned her back to him, but he heard her mumble, "Goodnight, Logan".
Choking back the tears that were threatening to come, he shut the door behind him and heading toward the front gate. Maybe this time, he could take Scott's Ferrari.
The next morning everyone came down to breakfast to find her sitting at the table crying. All she could say over and over was, "He was here, he was here, I didn't say anything".
Jean hugged her and asked, "What's wrong?"
The X-Man they called Storm just cryed and said one word.
"Logan".
In the Ferrari, heading toward Canada, he thought about his plan. First, he would take care of the men following him. Then, he would return to her, if she would still have him.
Storm sat at the table, hoping he would come back. Because she would still be here, waiting for him.
The End
Inside the mansion, he looked around. Not much had changed. There was the foozeball table that Marie had been playing at, and the couch where Scott, Jean, and Ororo had found out that Mystique was still alive.
He looked up the stairs that led to the rooms in the mansion. He climbed them, keeping his ears and his eyes open. As he looked for the door that led to her room, he thought of her. He thought of her. Everything was still embedded in his memory. Her smell, her hair, and her brown eyes, the way they looked into his, as though she could read his every thought.
He stopped outside her room. He knew it was her room, because he could smell her scent. A mixture of shampoo, soap, and the scent that was just....her. He opened the door and stepped in.
She was lying on her side, curled up next to a teddy bear. He smiled. Who'd have thought that Miss Toughness slept with a teddy bear. Her hair was in a loose ponytail. Two white streaks were loose from the ponytail, and they framed her sleeping face.
Logan pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. He observed her sleeping form and he knew he had to leave. He had gotten in some trouble up in Canda and some men were chasing him, and he loved her too much to put her in danger. It killed his heart to know he could never see her again, but her safety was more important than his selfish love.
He placed his hand on her hair, and caressed on of the white strands. Then he leaned over her and kissed her, just barely, on the cheek. As he stood up and put the chair back by the desk, he thought her heard her whisper his name, but when he looked back, she was still sleeping.
He paused in her doorway. "Goodnight", he whispered.
She turned her back to him, but he heard her mumble, "Goodnight, Logan".
Choking back the tears that were threatening to come, he shut the door behind him and heading toward the front gate. Maybe this time, he could take Scott's Ferrari.
The next morning everyone came down to breakfast to find her sitting at the table crying. All she could say over and over was, "He was here, he was here, I didn't say anything".
Jean hugged her and asked, "What's wrong?"
The X-Man they called Storm just cryed and said one word.
"Logan".
In the Ferrari, heading toward Canada, he thought about his plan. First, he would take care of the men following him. Then, he would return to her, if she would still have him.
Storm sat at the table, hoping he would come back. Because she would still be here, waiting for him.
The End