Title: "Dangerous Game"
Author: Kat Lee, the author formerly known as Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes, love is a dangerous game.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
He lit his cigar as the girls faded away into the night. "We've got trouble, homme," he spoke, making no physical notice of the other man who stood more deeply in the shadows.
Logan snorted; his own cigar flared. "Ain't no trouble," he remarked casually, a single claw illuminated by the cigar's light.
Red eyes glanced doubtfully at Wolverine. "You wouldn't."
"What? Attack 'em? Hell, no, Cajun! You know better'n that. Laura's my daughter, an' Jubilee's more mine'n if she had my blood."
Remy smiled in the dark. It was nice to hear Logan talk so openly about the girls they both loved, but that was the problem, wasn't it? Their love for them showed them the pitfalls of the dangerous game they were playing by falling in love with each other. Loving a Vampire was bad enough, but X still had killer instincts. They'd worked with her but couldn't entirely curb her impulses. Both petites were walking time bombs.
"Leave 'em alone, Remy. They're in love. They won't hurt each other."
"How you know? Ain't like you never been hurt by some one who loved ya."
"No." Logan shrugged, then grinned and spoke a truth Remy couldn't argue with, "But I've never been loved like they love each other, either." The girls might be young, but their souls were old and they loved each other more deeply, passionately, and truthfully than anybody else Logan'd ever witnessed. Their love didn't endanger them; it gave them what they needed most to survive.
The End