Title: Things Unsaid
Author: greendragoness
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. Don't sue.
Summary: At the end of the movie, Logan has his reasons for what he didn't say.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Carrots too? (Please?)
Author's Notes: This was written in January 2001, shortly after being sucked into the world of movie fanfic, and I'm just now brave enough to post it. I don't write a lot of fanfic (or ficlets, as this is): don't expect to see much more from me, because I'm also generally only brave enough to yank the rug out from under my own characters.
Dedication: To every fanfic author, because .. well .. just because.
He squirmed and she just wore a kind of Mona Lisa smile, and in the end he never did tell her good-bye.
He had his reasons.
His loner nature and bad-ass reputation had always meant that he was one among a select minority: one of those lauded saints who always said what he meant, and meant what he said. Saintliness really had little to do with it, as far as he was concerned, but honesty was a quality most people praised until it was their turn to tell the tale and the truth was less attractive than a lie. Hardly a problem when the roadmap of your life really /was/ a roadmap, but those things tended to rise up and bite you in the ass when you were looking the other way, and anyway, you had to remember a lie. Telling the truth was less complicated. And of course, not saying anything at all was purest simplicity. He had a reputation for keeping his mouth shut, too.
Maybe that was why he had so much trouble finding words for her. He had hardly had much practice.
And it was hardly as if anyone missed him when he was gone, except maybe the ones who had money on him in the cage or the woman who thought she she could leash the Wolverine, even if only for a few nights. They knew better, when it came right down to it, and that was as it should be. The Wolverine would wear no woman's leash.
He would make his own.
Having to say goodbye meant there was someone worth saying it to. Meant accepting another person's place in his life and the accompanying grasp on what made him /him/. Meant accepting responsibilities he never even saw coming. Meant he had lost a little bit of control of his life, because he no longer had to answer only to himself.
Meant he had owned up to all of that and decided he didn't mind much, and that almost frightened him.
So he never said it. Not really.
But sometimes it takes no words to be untrue.
Author: greendragoness
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. Don't sue.
Summary: At the end of the movie, Logan has his reasons for what he didn't say.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Carrots too? (Please?)
Author's Notes: This was written in January 2001, shortly after being sucked into the world of movie fanfic, and I'm just now brave enough to post it. I don't write a lot of fanfic (or ficlets, as this is): don't expect to see much more from me, because I'm also generally only brave enough to yank the rug out from under my own characters.
Dedication: To every fanfic author, because .. well .. just because.
He squirmed and she just wore a kind of Mona Lisa smile, and in the end he never did tell her good-bye.
He had his reasons.
His loner nature and bad-ass reputation had always meant that he was one among a select minority: one of those lauded saints who always said what he meant, and meant what he said. Saintliness really had little to do with it, as far as he was concerned, but honesty was a quality most people praised until it was their turn to tell the tale and the truth was less attractive than a lie. Hardly a problem when the roadmap of your life really /was/ a roadmap, but those things tended to rise up and bite you in the ass when you were looking the other way, and anyway, you had to remember a lie. Telling the truth was less complicated. And of course, not saying anything at all was purest simplicity. He had a reputation for keeping his mouth shut, too.
Maybe that was why he had so much trouble finding words for her. He had hardly had much practice.
And it was hardly as if anyone missed him when he was gone, except maybe the ones who had money on him in the cage or the woman who thought she she could leash the Wolverine, even if only for a few nights. They knew better, when it came right down to it, and that was as it should be. The Wolverine would wear no woman's leash.
He would make his own.
Having to say goodbye meant there was someone worth saying it to. Meant accepting another person's place in his life and the accompanying grasp on what made him /him/. Meant accepting responsibilities he never even saw coming. Meant he had lost a little bit of control of his life, because he no longer had to answer only to himself.
Meant he had owned up to all of that and decided he didn't mind much, and that almost frightened him.
So he never said it. Not really.
But sometimes it takes no words to be untrue.