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Disclaimer: No, they're not mine and boy are everyone relieved about that. Especially those working at Marvel 'we don't give a shit about the fans' Inc.
Feedback: Sure, bring it on.
Setting: After the movie
Authors notes: Yet another stolen song-title. This one's from Depeche Mode.
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"Where am I?" Marie thought, feeling more than a little disorientated.
"Some small room somewhere. And why does my head hurt like someone's
tap dancing on it?" She tried to get out of bed but immedieately came to
her senses when she noticed it wasn't a room. Oh, it looked like one
alright but it felt too much like a merry-go-round. Everything started
to spin violently and the urge to throw up made itself known. Abruptly.
She barely had time enough to move head outside of the bed before everything
she had eaten and drinked last night (or was it the same night still?) came
up, the sour taste lingering in her mouth."Had a fun night, hadn't you Marie?
How much did I drink anyway and how did I end up here?" she thought to herself,
not without some self-loathing thrown in for good measure.
She repeated her attempt of getting out of bed with some more success this time.
The room was still spinning but she managed to get up on her feet and was
stumbling towards the bathroom when she noticed...Logan was sleeping in a chair
next to the window. He almost looked peaceful for once.
She did her best to ignore him but found it hard. Very hard. The rage he had
built up in her the last night was refusing to let go and when she realised
she had almost gotten herself killed because of him, it only served to pour
more gasoline onto the bonfire. How she did it she didn't know but she did
manage to get her rage under enough control to get herself into the bathroom
locking the door behind her.
"Calm down Marie. It won't do you any good to be so angry they can see the steam
rising in Hawaii." She washed herself and took especially good care of her face.
It felt like it was stained with beer, cigarette smoke and vomit. She didn't
feel much cleaner but it did have a small theurapetic effect. It did calm
her down. Not by much but a little.
Which was almost shattered when she left the bathroom to find Logan awake,
looking at her. She couldn't quite read the emotions behind those eyes
and that look which unnerved her no end.
And the bastard even had the nerve to ask
"You feelin' better Marie?"
"Yeah, but no thanks to you. Where's my jacket, boots and bike?"
"The bike won't start again without being repaired."
"Fine. Then I take a train."
"Where are you going?"
"Dunno. Away from wherever you are."
Logan wasn't surprised. He had after all spent almost the entire night
bracing him for something like this. He had vainly hoped it wouldn't
have come to this but he was too honest with himself to not take
it as a very clear possibility. But he wasn't gonna give up without a fight,
however useless a fight it might turn out to be.
"Look Marie. I, I am really sorry for last night."
"That's your mantra for whenever you hurt me?"
"It won't happen again, I swear."
"You're damn right it won't because if I see you one more time for the rest of my life it will be one time too many."
"That hurt" Logan thought "but I should have seen it coming."
"Fine, leave if that's what you want" he said, throwing her jacket at her. "Your boots are by the door but could you at
least please answer one question first?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Why did you come? And what did you expect?"
"That's two questions."
"Was never any good at math."
Marie thought that over while slowly pulling on her boots.
"Well, guess I could tell you that. I came because I needed
and wanted a friend I could count on. One that had always
been there for me and I expected him to at least try to be there
for me. But he failed me, big time."
"I'm sorry."
"You said that already. And yeah, you should be." she said before heading towards the door.
"Please stay."
"Why?"
"I'd like the chance to prove I'm not that much of an asshole. I want a chance
to make it up to you."
"I would do that if I for even one second could bring me to believe that you
would never let me down again. But I know that you will, given half a chance."
"But"
"No buts. I thought we had something precious Logan. I really did. Now I know
what it's worth."
With that Marie left the motelroom, slamming it shut in Logans face. He
momentarily considered following her but soon dismissed the thought. She had made it clear as
crystal that she was better of without him.
It hurt but it was her choice to make. He had just thrown away the best thing
he had ever had out of sheer stupidity and was regretting every second of it. Regretting won't
change this though, he thought while he felt more miserable than he had ever thought it
possible to feel.
Disclaimer: No, they're not mine and boy are everyone relieved about that. Especially those working at Marvel 'we don't give a shit about the fans' Inc.
Feedback: Sure, bring it on.
Setting: After the movie
Authors notes: Yet another stolen song-title. This one's from Depeche Mode.
--------------------------------------------
"Where am I?" Marie thought, feeling more than a little disorientated.
"Some small room somewhere. And why does my head hurt like someone's
tap dancing on it?" She tried to get out of bed but immedieately came to
her senses when she noticed it wasn't a room. Oh, it looked like one
alright but it felt too much like a merry-go-round. Everything started
to spin violently and the urge to throw up made itself known. Abruptly.
She barely had time enough to move head outside of the bed before everything
she had eaten and drinked last night (or was it the same night still?) came
up, the sour taste lingering in her mouth."Had a fun night, hadn't you Marie?
How much did I drink anyway and how did I end up here?" she thought to herself,
not without some self-loathing thrown in for good measure.
She repeated her attempt of getting out of bed with some more success this time.
The room was still spinning but she managed to get up on her feet and was
stumbling towards the bathroom when she noticed...Logan was sleeping in a chair
next to the window. He almost looked peaceful for once.
She did her best to ignore him but found it hard. Very hard. The rage he had
built up in her the last night was refusing to let go and when she realised
she had almost gotten herself killed because of him, it only served to pour
more gasoline onto the bonfire. How she did it she didn't know but she did
manage to get her rage under enough control to get herself into the bathroom
locking the door behind her.
"Calm down Marie. It won't do you any good to be so angry they can see the steam
rising in Hawaii." She washed herself and took especially good care of her face.
It felt like it was stained with beer, cigarette smoke and vomit. She didn't
feel much cleaner but it did have a small theurapetic effect. It did calm
her down. Not by much but a little.
Which was almost shattered when she left the bathroom to find Logan awake,
looking at her. She couldn't quite read the emotions behind those eyes
and that look which unnerved her no end.
And the bastard even had the nerve to ask
"You feelin' better Marie?"
"Yeah, but no thanks to you. Where's my jacket, boots and bike?"
"The bike won't start again without being repaired."
"Fine. Then I take a train."
"Where are you going?"
"Dunno. Away from wherever you are."
Logan wasn't surprised. He had after all spent almost the entire night
bracing him for something like this. He had vainly hoped it wouldn't
have come to this but he was too honest with himself to not take
it as a very clear possibility. But he wasn't gonna give up without a fight,
however useless a fight it might turn out to be.
"Look Marie. I, I am really sorry for last night."
"That's your mantra for whenever you hurt me?"
"It won't happen again, I swear."
"You're damn right it won't because if I see you one more time for the rest of my life it will be one time too many."
"That hurt" Logan thought "but I should have seen it coming."
"Fine, leave if that's what you want" he said, throwing her jacket at her. "Your boots are by the door but could you at
least please answer one question first?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Why did you come? And what did you expect?"
"That's two questions."
"Was never any good at math."
Marie thought that over while slowly pulling on her boots.
"Well, guess I could tell you that. I came because I needed
and wanted a friend I could count on. One that had always
been there for me and I expected him to at least try to be there
for me. But he failed me, big time."
"I'm sorry."
"You said that already. And yeah, you should be." she said before heading towards the door.
"Please stay."
"Why?"
"I'd like the chance to prove I'm not that much of an asshole. I want a chance
to make it up to you."
"I would do that if I for even one second could bring me to believe that you
would never let me down again. But I know that you will, given half a chance."
"But"
"No buts. I thought we had something precious Logan. I really did. Now I know
what it's worth."
With that Marie left the motelroom, slamming it shut in Logans face. He
momentarily considered following her but soon dismissed the thought. She had made it clear as
crystal that she was better of without him.
It hurt but it was her choice to make. He had just thrown away the best thing
he had ever had out of sheer stupidity and was regretting every second of it. Regretting won't
change this though, he thought while he felt more miserable than he had ever thought it
possible to feel.