Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, however, the plot is my
own.
Spoilers: Both movies, so if you have not seen them do not read unless you want the ending ruined.
Pairings: You have to read to find out! Make no assumptions!
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Prologue
It had been five years since his departure from the mansion, five years to the day to be exact. Not that he would have believed it had been that long. For him, it barely seemed to be a year that passed.
There were two reasons he left when he did, to remember and to forget. His past had always been clouded and shadowed in his mind. Right before his departure he uncovered a bit of his past, the first clue he had found in fifteen years and he hoped it would be a start to piecing together the puzzle known as his life. The clue, the very person responsible for stripping him of his memories in the first place, was Stryker. Although Stryker was dead the Professor gave Logan some tips on finding his work buddies. That would have been reason enough to leave but tragedy had also engulfed the school. He could not count how many times he had wished to forget what happened at Alkali Lake. The battle had cost the X-men the life of the redheaded doctor he believed to hold his heart, Dr. Jean Grey.
There was no denying that going away could have been further from the answer to his problems but it was what he was used to doing. Old habits die-hard! Whenever things would get too difficult he would jump on his bike, well, Scott's bike, and ride off. The rush of the wind would calm his nerves while the change of scenery would keep him from getting too attached to anything, or more specifically, anyone.
The Wolverine was a loner. A person that lived from night to night and cared only about himself because, well, no one cared about him. But things change and he hated change. He hated change even more than he hated warm beer.
After denying the very thought for as long as he could he had begun to face the fact that the road no longer held the same appeal it had before he stayed at the mansion. Brief as his time there was, it was home, his home. This realization did not come until he discovered Jean was not, nor had she ever been the one who held his heart. That had taken him close to six years to admit and there was no way he was going to wait another day to tell her how much she meant to the rugged man.
It had actually dawned on him quite suddenly.
* * * FLASHBACK
Just two days ago he entered yet another bar to make some quick cash the way he always did, cage fighting. There was no way he could foresee what would happen when he sat down at the bar to order a beer and wait for his turn in the cage. The bartender took one look at the gruff man sitting before him and started cautiously backing away as if he were being hunted.
"W-w-wolverine," he stuttered in a faint whisper causing Wolverine's head to snap his direction. 'How does this old man know me?' Wolverine thought, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes boring through the bartender.
"What's it to you, bub?" grunted Wolverine.
The man's back hit the wall, snapping him out of his shock. "Mutant!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, taking off like a bolt of lightning. Scrambling over the bar, bouncing off people who were not quick enough to get out of the way, finally disappearing out the back door.
The eyes that had been glued to the fleeing bartender migrated to the man he indicated as a mutant. Feeling like he was the center of attention, something he despised, Wolverine rose and exited the bar. He leaned against his bike rubbing the tension out of his stiff neck.
'Of course this man knew me. This was the last bar I fought at before my life changed, all because of her!' he thought. That was the man who had the gall to point a double-barreled shotgun at him the night he met the kid. She had warned him, risking her own safety for the life of a stranger, and an unpleasant looking one to boot. That made a lasting impression and was the main reason he could not leave her standing in the middle of the road later that night. He had tried, basically because he could sense that letting her into his life would be his undoing, but he could not bring himself to let her freeze to death.
Later, after their arrival at the mansion she had come into his bedroom to try and wake him from a violent nightmare. "She should have just let me be!" he mumbled to himself, punching the seat of his bike. Her reward was a nice set of his adamantium claws through her chest causing her to choke on her own blood. He did not flinch when she used his mutation to heal herself of the wounds he inflicted.
Then, as if to seal his fate, she got abducted by Magneto mere moments after he promised to be her protector. He took a sharp intake of breath. Just thinking about all she went through made him want to gut someone, Magneto in particular. He had to pry her hands off the damned machine that Magneto had been too chicken shit to power himself. Recalling how close he had come to losing her caused his chest to constrict involuntarily.
Knowing that he was becoming too attached to her caused him to leave after that first mission. His excuse and a bonus was Chuck's information about an abandoned compound. She wanted some reassurance that he would be back so he gave up his dog tags, the only real link to his past, to make her believe he would return. A low growl pierced the quiet night; he hated leaving her waiting around. When he did return to the mansion he focused his attention on Jean, to keep his mind off the kid. It only prolonged the inevitable.
With remarkable agility he hopped on his bike, driving at a dangerous speed back to the only place he ever remembered considering home. He would make things right and win her heart.
END FLASHBACK * * *
Now, he stood looking up at Xavier's School for Gifted Children, anticipation coursing through his veins. He was going to make it up to the kid, Rogue, his Marie, for being blind for so long. "My Marie!" he whispered. 'I like the sound of that,' he thought. He really, truly wanted to make her his and his alone. As everyone he ever met could attest to, the Wolverine always gets what he wants. Once he has it, he does not share. Ever! He certainly was not about to start with Marie.
Spoilers: Both movies, so if you have not seen them do not read unless you want the ending ruined.
Pairings: You have to read to find out! Make no assumptions!
Please Review!
Prologue
It had been five years since his departure from the mansion, five years to the day to be exact. Not that he would have believed it had been that long. For him, it barely seemed to be a year that passed.
There were two reasons he left when he did, to remember and to forget. His past had always been clouded and shadowed in his mind. Right before his departure he uncovered a bit of his past, the first clue he had found in fifteen years and he hoped it would be a start to piecing together the puzzle known as his life. The clue, the very person responsible for stripping him of his memories in the first place, was Stryker. Although Stryker was dead the Professor gave Logan some tips on finding his work buddies. That would have been reason enough to leave but tragedy had also engulfed the school. He could not count how many times he had wished to forget what happened at Alkali Lake. The battle had cost the X-men the life of the redheaded doctor he believed to hold his heart, Dr. Jean Grey.
There was no denying that going away could have been further from the answer to his problems but it was what he was used to doing. Old habits die-hard! Whenever things would get too difficult he would jump on his bike, well, Scott's bike, and ride off. The rush of the wind would calm his nerves while the change of scenery would keep him from getting too attached to anything, or more specifically, anyone.
The Wolverine was a loner. A person that lived from night to night and cared only about himself because, well, no one cared about him. But things change and he hated change. He hated change even more than he hated warm beer.
After denying the very thought for as long as he could he had begun to face the fact that the road no longer held the same appeal it had before he stayed at the mansion. Brief as his time there was, it was home, his home. This realization did not come until he discovered Jean was not, nor had she ever been the one who held his heart. That had taken him close to six years to admit and there was no way he was going to wait another day to tell her how much she meant to the rugged man.
It had actually dawned on him quite suddenly.
* * * FLASHBACK
Just two days ago he entered yet another bar to make some quick cash the way he always did, cage fighting. There was no way he could foresee what would happen when he sat down at the bar to order a beer and wait for his turn in the cage. The bartender took one look at the gruff man sitting before him and started cautiously backing away as if he were being hunted.
"W-w-wolverine," he stuttered in a faint whisper causing Wolverine's head to snap his direction. 'How does this old man know me?' Wolverine thought, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes boring through the bartender.
"What's it to you, bub?" grunted Wolverine.
The man's back hit the wall, snapping him out of his shock. "Mutant!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, taking off like a bolt of lightning. Scrambling over the bar, bouncing off people who were not quick enough to get out of the way, finally disappearing out the back door.
The eyes that had been glued to the fleeing bartender migrated to the man he indicated as a mutant. Feeling like he was the center of attention, something he despised, Wolverine rose and exited the bar. He leaned against his bike rubbing the tension out of his stiff neck.
'Of course this man knew me. This was the last bar I fought at before my life changed, all because of her!' he thought. That was the man who had the gall to point a double-barreled shotgun at him the night he met the kid. She had warned him, risking her own safety for the life of a stranger, and an unpleasant looking one to boot. That made a lasting impression and was the main reason he could not leave her standing in the middle of the road later that night. He had tried, basically because he could sense that letting her into his life would be his undoing, but he could not bring himself to let her freeze to death.
Later, after their arrival at the mansion she had come into his bedroom to try and wake him from a violent nightmare. "She should have just let me be!" he mumbled to himself, punching the seat of his bike. Her reward was a nice set of his adamantium claws through her chest causing her to choke on her own blood. He did not flinch when she used his mutation to heal herself of the wounds he inflicted.
Then, as if to seal his fate, she got abducted by Magneto mere moments after he promised to be her protector. He took a sharp intake of breath. Just thinking about all she went through made him want to gut someone, Magneto in particular. He had to pry her hands off the damned machine that Magneto had been too chicken shit to power himself. Recalling how close he had come to losing her caused his chest to constrict involuntarily.
Knowing that he was becoming too attached to her caused him to leave after that first mission. His excuse and a bonus was Chuck's information about an abandoned compound. She wanted some reassurance that he would be back so he gave up his dog tags, the only real link to his past, to make her believe he would return. A low growl pierced the quiet night; he hated leaving her waiting around. When he did return to the mansion he focused his attention on Jean, to keep his mind off the kid. It only prolonged the inevitable.
With remarkable agility he hopped on his bike, driving at a dangerous speed back to the only place he ever remembered considering home. He would make things right and win her heart.
END FLASHBACK * * *
Now, he stood looking up at Xavier's School for Gifted Children, anticipation coursing through his veins. He was going to make it up to the kid, Rogue, his Marie, for being blind for so long. "My Marie!" he whispered. 'I like the sound of that,' he thought. He really, truly wanted to make her his and his alone. As everyone he ever met could attest to, the Wolverine always gets what he wants. Once he has it, he does not share. Ever! He certainly was not about to start with Marie.