He stood outside the theatre, breathing in and savouring the crisp night air. She'd done a wonderful performance, her acting perfectly reflecting her former self. Before the worst had happened.
He clenched his fists slightly. If only he had been there…. maybe, just maybe, things could have been different.
Logan sighed. He knew he couldn't have been there even if he'd tried. But that didn't ease his pain any.
And there she was. Just outside the theatre doors she stood. Her jeans complimented the way her body moved; her jacket huddled tightly around her to protect her from the cold elements of the night.
Logan tried to say something. But his voice cracked lightly, his word cut off before it had barely begun.
What was there to say?
She was beginning to walk away. He knew this was his only chance. Quickly pacing himself across the dead road, he gently caught her arm in his hand, startling her. Instantly letting her instincts loose, she whirled around and flipped Logan over hard onto the pavement.
Logan moaned momentarily then picked himself up.
"Oh," She said lightly, "It's you."
"Yeah, it's me…I've seen every one of your shows…" Logan replied shyly. He had no idea why he, one of the most fearsome and hardcore mutant bad asses ever, was suddenly bashful in front of this gorgeous woman before him.
Maybe it was the air of authority about her. Maybe it was the look in her eyes. Maybe it was the way she cocked her head in interest every time he said something. Maybe it was the light perfume she was wearing. But whatever it was, it was spellbinding him to the spot.
She merely blushed slightly against her pale skin. "Really…why, Logan?"
Logan stared at her, deep in thought. Finally coming up with an answer, he gave a rough chuckle. "Not like those Geeks have much to do around our place anyways."
Logan looked at her. She looked at him and finally sighed. "Would you like to join me for a coffee?"
Logan nodded roughly, exhaling in a small cloud of water vapour.
She cocked her head in thought for a moment, then a slight smile graced her lips.
"What is it?" Logan asked as they walked across the unmoving street.
"Your breath smells."
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"So how have you been dealing with…?" Logan asked as he lightly sipped his coffee.
The woman sitting opposite him wrapped her numb, cold hands around her hot drink, but didn't sip.
"How do you think? You know that it was my life…they took my life away…"
Logan clenched his fists again. The thoughts flooded back, pouring over his mind in a cool rush of emotions, guilt, anger, frustration.
"I know." Was all he managed to say.
She looked out the window momentarily, her short brown hair bouncing with the movement. She turned her hazel eyes to meet Logan's.
"Logan, why are you really here?" She inquired, leaning forward a bit.
Logan sighed. He knew it'd come to this.
"We'd like you to join the X-Men…Raven Darkholme."
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Muahahahahaha. Short for now, but I'll be updating more regularily. Anyone miss me?!
-silence-
oh…thanks -.-
Mystique- well…look on the bright side…at least nothing has happened between me and Logan yet. Let's keep it that way.
MF- -looks at Mystique- im going to take my loneliness out on you…
Mystique- Please, everyone, review for my sake! If this story gets at least 3 reviews, I'll be safe!
MF- You heard the lady :)
Mf- Seriously…sorry for the long hiatus! I promise I'll update my other stories too:) Bye bye for now!