Fated
Feelings and Names
Disclaimer: I still only own Blade and the idea.
I follow Logan to his defense class. "Can I help?" I ask, trying to lighten his obviously dark mood. He glances at me, clearly annoyed, but he nods. Before he steps inside the gymnasium I take his hand and pull him aside.
"What?" He asks, clearly angry now.
"I am sorry," I say sincerely. I have given up trying to control my accent here already.
"Sorry for what?"
"For your loss," I am a bit confused now.
"Thank you for your condolences!" He almost bellows, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his face contorted in pain, "I am sure that now Jean will just come back to life now that you, special you has told me that.
"I would like to hear more about this woman you all loved so much," I glance at his face more closely for a moment, "Still love," I mutter so quietly it almost could have been to myself.
"Talk to Scott, not me, she loved him, not me."
I decide to try again, "Logan if you want to talk about it."
"Why the hell would I possibly want to talk about it? What is it with damned women and all their fucking feelings? I do not feel. I am the Wolverine. Yes, I loved her, now God damn it, get the hell over it." He explodes in my face.
I take a small hop back out of fright. At the same time I realize how much he must really feel to speak those words with such conviction. I feel a stab of agony rip through me, Logan's agony, Scott's agony, Jean's own agony as she died and made her sacrifice. There is no hope in this, no matter what Professor Xavier says. "Logan," I say as gently as I can, while moving forward to touch his arm.
"Get the hell away from me!" He growls angrily, almost frantic to keep me away.
Rogue takes this opportunity to step out in the hall next to me.
"Logan?" She asks tentatively, "What about class today?"
"Class dismissed," he snarls, "I don't care what the hell you all do."
I glance at Rogue to see what she thinks I should do. She puts a red-gloved hand on my arm and leads me away. I am filled with a sudden relief; I have not had a friend such as her for a long time. We walk to my new room. I open the door and we both collapse on the bed. "He really loved her did he not?" I ask, amazed.
"Yeah," she answers with the same amazement clearly evident.
"Is there any way to talk to him?"
"Don' worry about it. I think everyone that knows him has tried to talk to him about Jean. Even when she was still alive. He always does the same thing he did to you. However, he seems to be a little less violent and more open at night," She replies while running a hand through the platinum streak in her hair.
Logan told me of Rogue's streak. I think she should write down her story sometime. Maybe when mutants are not hated so much. "At night?" I say, " I think I will try it." Rogue shakes her head in dismay.
"So," she begins to ask, "What's your real name?" She lets the subject of Logan drop.
"That is between myself and Professor X," I say grinning, "If even he can find it up here!" I tap my head. "What do you think it is?"
"You look like what I'm supposed to look like," she comments dryly.
"Which is." I prompt.
"You'll have to guess."
She stands up and walks out, leaving me to contemplate what to say to Logan.
A/N: I know, very short, but too bad. I did not know where to end it if not there. Please Read and review as always.
Feelings and Names
Disclaimer: I still only own Blade and the idea.
I follow Logan to his defense class. "Can I help?" I ask, trying to lighten his obviously dark mood. He glances at me, clearly annoyed, but he nods. Before he steps inside the gymnasium I take his hand and pull him aside.
"What?" He asks, clearly angry now.
"I am sorry," I say sincerely. I have given up trying to control my accent here already.
"Sorry for what?"
"For your loss," I am a bit confused now.
"Thank you for your condolences!" He almost bellows, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his face contorted in pain, "I am sure that now Jean will just come back to life now that you, special you has told me that.
"I would like to hear more about this woman you all loved so much," I glance at his face more closely for a moment, "Still love," I mutter so quietly it almost could have been to myself.
"Talk to Scott, not me, she loved him, not me."
I decide to try again, "Logan if you want to talk about it."
"Why the hell would I possibly want to talk about it? What is it with damned women and all their fucking feelings? I do not feel. I am the Wolverine. Yes, I loved her, now God damn it, get the hell over it." He explodes in my face.
I take a small hop back out of fright. At the same time I realize how much he must really feel to speak those words with such conviction. I feel a stab of agony rip through me, Logan's agony, Scott's agony, Jean's own agony as she died and made her sacrifice. There is no hope in this, no matter what Professor Xavier says. "Logan," I say as gently as I can, while moving forward to touch his arm.
"Get the hell away from me!" He growls angrily, almost frantic to keep me away.
Rogue takes this opportunity to step out in the hall next to me.
"Logan?" She asks tentatively, "What about class today?"
"Class dismissed," he snarls, "I don't care what the hell you all do."
I glance at Rogue to see what she thinks I should do. She puts a red-gloved hand on my arm and leads me away. I am filled with a sudden relief; I have not had a friend such as her for a long time. We walk to my new room. I open the door and we both collapse on the bed. "He really loved her did he not?" I ask, amazed.
"Yeah," she answers with the same amazement clearly evident.
"Is there any way to talk to him?"
"Don' worry about it. I think everyone that knows him has tried to talk to him about Jean. Even when she was still alive. He always does the same thing he did to you. However, he seems to be a little less violent and more open at night," She replies while running a hand through the platinum streak in her hair.
Logan told me of Rogue's streak. I think she should write down her story sometime. Maybe when mutants are not hated so much. "At night?" I say, " I think I will try it." Rogue shakes her head in dismay.
"So," she begins to ask, "What's your real name?" She lets the subject of Logan drop.
"That is between myself and Professor X," I say grinning, "If even he can find it up here!" I tap my head. "What do you think it is?"
"You look like what I'm supposed to look like," she comments dryly.
"Which is." I prompt.
"You'll have to guess."
She stands up and walks out, leaving me to contemplate what to say to Logan.
A/N: I know, very short, but too bad. I did not know where to end it if not there. Please Read and review as always.