Hey, so this is my first crack at an strictly X-Men fic and I hope it goes well. Keep in mind that this is only one the third story that I have posted on fanfic and I do not have a Beta, so if you find any errors, please disregard them. I'll fix them when I go back and edit this. But this is a Wolverine/OC fic.
If you're ever waiting for me to update this, don't forget to check out my other stories, Never Let Go and Perfect Accuracy. I will be updating PA next, and sometime this following week, and then hopefully Never Let Go, before I return back to this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names affiliated with the X-Men franchise. All rights are reserved for Marvel comics and its creators. My OC however is mine.
The bar was filled with its usual occupants on a Friday night. Everyone ranging from the couple of sixteen ears that snuck in with fake ids to the mid-fifty year old who leeringly panted after the barely eighteen year old girls. Some came to just have a good night, some wanted to just get laid, and most wanted to just drink their troubles away.
A man whose age isn't quite so easily determined sat with his friend and watched as men after men approached a young woman only to be rejected. He snorted into his beer bottle as he took a sip.
"How much do you want to bet that 'zee next guy will get turned down as well, my hairy friend?" A man in a brown trench coat with shoulder-length, wavy dark hair asked his friend.
"I ain't taking that bet, Cajun. That darlin' over there's been turning down men left and right all night. Can't say I blame 'er though." He snorted.
"Logan, my sweet, sweet friend, I don't think even you could charm the socks off that small beauty over 'zere." The man with the Louisiana drawl smiled goadingly at his friend.
His friend narrowed his eyes at him, "Oh no you don't Gambit. I ain't falling for that. I ain't taking the bait. Try and find another sucker."
"What? I would try my charm, only I already have mon chere Marie, waiting for me back home. So it only leaves you."
Logan looked back over to the woman bent over at the bar and saw yet another guy dejectedly walking back to his group of friends who laughed and teased him jovially. Logan looked down at the nearly empty bottle of beer left in his hand and shook his head once more.
"Come on. It's not as if it that painful. She is a beauty, non? I may have my Marie, but I am still man, a man with eyes as clear as day." He took another swig of the glass of bourbon in front of him.
Logan looked back over at the woman and couldn't disagree with his tipsy friend. He got a good look of her from where they were seated. She had on a pair of light and tattered pair of jeans that a had a dozen or so rips in them that ranged from tiny to medium. He knew they were tight because he could perfectly make out the outline of her round ass on the stool from where he was sitting. And if there was something that Logan was, was an ass man. Her small feet were incased in a pair of way passed worn converses. The color of the sneakers couldn't be determined any more under the years of wearing, tearing, and scribbles from markers.
Her shirt was so tight that it clung to the curves of her small waist. It rolled up to reveal her lower back when she leant forward on the stool to get the attention of the bartender. He could quickly see the hint of lower back dimples just above her ass before she pulled her shirt back down. The leather jacket that covered most of her back had definitely seen better days, but if there is something about leather jackets, is that they look better the more raggedy they are. And he knew that it looked amazing on her. The color of her hair wasn't so easily distinguished in the poor lighting in the bar but it could have been a dirty blonde and just past her shoulders.
From his seat he could only see the profile of her face, but he couldn't miss those plump lips of hers. They were so full it gave Logan images in his head that made him squirm in his seat. Her nose was small and button-like, both her cheeks cute and round. He just knew if she were to smile there would be dimples there. Her eyes brows were nicely arched and right below them were a pair of eyes that were difficult to see the true color of them from where he sat.
He jerked when he felt a foot connect with his leg. Hard.
"Watch it, Gumbo!" he growled at his cheeky friend who only lifted an eyebrow and smirked.
"So…?"
"Not my type," Logan shrugged.
"I'm not saying that you have to marry 'zee girl. Just show her a good time. She looks pretty down. 'Zee both of you is in fact. You could help each other."
It wasn't that long ago that everything went to shit for the Mutant community. The school reopened soon after all the madness, but it hasn't quite the same. Jean died, and Logan was the one to deliver the fatal blow, still leaving him with nightmares he'd rather forget. Scott was gone, but at least he was with Jean wherever they were. Magneto and Mystique was still at large, but at least the both of them were being pretty quiet and kept to themselves. But the hardest pill to swallow was the coma-induced Professor Charles Xavier. Hank said that although his he was physically healthy, his mental state was another matter. His mind needed time to repair itself after the Phoenix's attack when he and Magneto went to persuade Jean to their side.
Logan had gotten over jean and the feelings that he had for her, but he hadn't forgotten. It was pretty hard to do so when he was constantly reminded of her when he passes by her room on the way to class.
"What the hell," he muttered before taking one last gulp of his beer and walking over to the woman at the bar.
"What will it take for you people to get a hint?" she muttered loud enough for him to hear. She never even looked up to see who it was. He only sat down beside her at the bar.
He snorted. "Well, when you go to a bar looking the way you do and ordering a lot of drinks, there's only but so much for a man to think. You're obviously in need of some comfort, preferably in the sex variety, and men are trying to offer it."
He saw the corner of her mouth twitch. She rolled her eyes and shook her head but said nothing.
"I'm Logan," he gestured to the bartender for another beer.
"And I'm not interested. And I know what guys think when they see a lonely pretty girl sitting at the bar nursing her drinks. Screams 'I'm sad come hump me', but seriously dude, not what I'm here for." She shrugged still not looking at him.
"Then it's a good thing that's not what I'm here for."
She looked sideways at him quickly before completing turning around and getting a good look at him. Logan could finally make out the color of her eyes. They were an odd shade of blue. It made him get the urge to squirm under her intense stare. Those odd eyes of hers made him feel as though she was reading every thought that he ever had and that put him on edge. He tensed, not knowing if that was what the woman was doing. He couldn't really say he was surprised if the woman were doing so since he knew a man that could do that.
"Then what are you here for?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yeah."
"My friend over there in the ridiculous getup thought we both looked like we needed to get laid," Logan nodded his head to the man who openly stared at the two amused when. When he noticed the both of them looking at him and he quickly turned his head as though he wasn't just caught staring.
She chuckled shortly. "Eh, he's kinda cute. Not my type though."
"Cute? Gumbo? I think you need your eyes checked, Darlin'."
"I have perfect vision," she shrugged. "So are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Get laid tonight?'
"With you?"
"That was implied."
"It depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not you live closer or I do."
She raised an eyebrow at him. She gave him a long once over, pausing at his chest and to stare at the way he filled out his jeans.
"I'm renting a room upstairs."
"Your place it is."
Gambit could only smirk as he raised his glass back to his lips as he watched his now close friend follow the woman upstairs.
"You're welcome, you lucky bastard."
They didn't make it to the room before the tension between them burst and Logan slammed her against the door and kissed her. She moaned as she felt his rough lips press deeply against hers. She bit down hard on his bottom lip and he hissed. He back away before smashing their lips back together with a growl.
Logan liked biting. He liked biting a lot.
The woman was shorter than he anticipated, although he should've known from the way her feet swung when she sat on the stool. He bent down and picked her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he rested his large hands on her ass. He gave it a squeeze which only resulted in her sticking her tongue down his throat. She tugged on his tick dark hair making him groan.
He rubbed his pelvis against her and she tugged on his hair harder. She brought one hand down to fumble with the lock on her door and they stumbled inside the mangy apartment.
"To the left. The bedroom's on the left." She managed to get out as she came up for air. His response was another growl which she admitted sound extremely sexy.
They stumbled on the way to the bedroom. It took longer than it should since they kept making stops to take turns slamming each other against walls and grinding against each other. Logan quickly realized that she was the type to put up a fight. It turned him on further. He didn't thinking he could get this hard. His feral side wanted her to submit, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.
After finally making it to the room he slammed the door and threw her onto the ratty bed. She squealed as she bounced on the bed. Her hair was mussed up and her eyes were now a dark and wild blue. She bit down on her lips that were swollen and red from Logan's ministrations and backed up when she noticed how animal-like he looked.
"Scared Darlin'?" he taunted as he ripped off his wife beater and kicked off his boots. She threw off her jacket and kicked off her converses. The action rode her shirt up even more and showcased her flat but toned tummy.
"Why would I be? I don't see anything the least bit frightening here in this room," she teased back.
He growled and chuckled darkly, "You shouldn't have said that Darlin'. When I'm done with you, you're not gonna be walkin' out of here."
"We'll see about that."
"Yes we will."
It was after the second round that they both admitted to being hungry and she told him her name. They sat on the bed eating a few grilled cheese sandwiches she cooked and taking turns sipping some scotch of hers when she said it.
"Charlie."
"No it's Logan sweetheart. You would think you would know that after how many times you screamed it just now. I'm pretty even your neighbors know it," he muttered.
She rolled her eyes.
"My name, jackass. It's Charlie."
"Charlie, huh?"
"Yeah, it's short for Charlotte. My dad used to call me that all the time."
Logan took notice of the way she mentioned her father and took a guess.
"So he's the reason you was downstairs, then?"
Charlie looked over at Logan as he lay back against the headboard that was nearly destroyed after their recent activities. He looked like sex, even though he looked like that before they had sex, but he looked even more sexed up than before. She could admit that Logan was a very good looking man. Gorgeous, more like it. She studied him and wondered if she should tell him the truth. But she thought that no harm could come from it since they wouldn't have to see each other again after tonight.
"Yeah. I, uh, just got back in the States when I heard about what happened a few months back. My dad lives in the area and I wanted to know if he was okay." She shrugged looking down at the last bite of her sandwich. She was losing her appetite though.
Logan reached over to eat her last bite when he noticed the way she was looking at it. There's no sense in letting it go to waste. She can cook a mean grilled cheese.
"So why don't you go check it out to see if he's okay."
"Because the last time my father and I saw each other it was on really bad terms."
"Isn't it always?'
"I found out a few things, some pretty big things. He had been lying to me my entire life and I felt like I didn't know who I really was anymore. So we got into it. I said some things…some really hurtful things…I can still see the look of utter devastation and pain on his face. And I left. I was only sixteen and I thought I could make it on my own. I put myself through school, became a doctor and decided to travel and bring my medicine to other countries who couldn't afford it. I've been in Calcutta ever since."
"How long ago was it?"
"Let's just say it was a really long time ago. We haven't talked to each other since. I mean, I've thought about it over the years. A lot. Not a day goes by that I don't question if I did the right thing or not, but then I remember why I got angry in the first place and it pisses me off all over again."
"So why did you come back?"
"Because…he's still my dad. No matter what. He's the guy who's loved and protected and cared for me. I'm still pissed as all hell at him, but I could never hate him. I haven't spoken to him since the day I left home. I don't know what I would do if I visited him only to find out that he died."
"For what it's worth, I hope you find your dad alive and well." Logan moved their plates and glasses out of the way and onto the floor. Charlie had a small smile on her face as she felt him tug her back to him.
"Oh really? You're not just saying that to continue what we were just doing?"
He ran a hand down her ass, "Just a little." And they picked up right where they both left off.
It was after their fourth time that Logan fell asleep on Charlie's chest. She stayed awake thinking about what Logan told her when he got up to use the bathroom after their fourth go.
"Life's too short to spend being pissed off at someone you care about. Trust me, Darlin' I know. Give 'em hell, but forgive 'em."
She ran a hand through his thick mane of dark hair before she realized what she was doing. She couldn't help but to admire the man that slept on her chest. She usually wasn't the type to like chest hair, but Logan made it work. And it wasn't too thick and coarse and scratched her chest, it was really soft and he kept it pretty short. His arms and thighs were thick bands of muscles that were hard and made the spot between her legs tingle and moisten.
She'd never been with a man that could quite satisfy her the way that Logan did. It seemed like it went on forever. No guy has ever made her cum more than twice in one night. But she knew that it was only for one night. Whatever she was sort of feeling right now and had to end now because he would be gone the minute he woke up.
She sighed and carefully maneuvered Logan off her chest. She quickly got dress and grabbed her bags. She gave him once last look before she left. He looked peaceful and soft in his sleep despite the rough exterior he likes to present.
Charlie cursed Logan for making good on his promise for earlier about her not being able to walk. As she walked down the stairs and over to her dirt bike he legs protested. Sitting on the seat was even worst and she wanted to really punch him right now for being an animal in bed. Even if she really liked it. Really really liked it.
"…So she just left? Just like that?"
"Yes! Now stop asking me the same damn question over and over again. I've already told you."
"I know. But still. It's still a little hard to believe. A woman skipped out on you. Huh. Never thought I'd see 'zee day."
Logan really wanted to pound Remy but he knew that his girlfriend wouldn't be too pleased with Logan if he were to do so. Logan just decided to ignore his confounded friend and to just focus on his students. There weren't many of the original students that decided to stick around after the ordeal a few months ago, but they had a boat load of new kids from all over the world that came. The school was now widely recognized and Logan feared that if the kids continued to pour in the way they were, they would need to remodel the school to fit the numbers.
"I'm just saying—"
Storm ran into the gymnasium interrupting whatever Remy was going to say and Logan couldn't be any more grateful. Storm was growing out her hair and it was now shoulder length. Logan had always wondered why Storm never dated. The brown skin woman was beautiful and could definitely attract any man, but he'd never seen her with anyone.
"What happened?" he quickly asked when taking note of the look on her face.
"There's…" she sighed after not being able to find the right words. "You should just come and take a look at this."
Logan and Remy looked to one another before running after Storm.
"Rogue, you're in charge," Logan shouted behind him. They followed Strom to the foyer only to see Peter and knocked out. Remy bent down to check his pulse and then kicked him in his side.
"Ow," he groaned.
"What happened to you?"
"She knocked me out. I don't even known what happened. It all happened so fast."
"Who did?" Logan demanded.
"I don't know who she was. I've never seen her before." Peter shrugged.
Remy couldn't really think of anyone who could knock Peter out singlehandedly. Not someone that he didn't already know.
"Do you know where she went, Hun?" Storm asked checking the cut on his lip and the gash on his forehead.
"She kept shouting about seeing her father. She headed towards the infirmary."
"Father? Ain't nobody's dad here? Who the hell is this girl?" Logan asked himself as he, Remy, and Storm went to check out what the hell was going on.
"What did she look like Storm?" Remy asked.
"Short. Pretty. Dirty blonde hair that was dyed a pale blue at the tips. She had really weird eyes though. She seemed harmless. Angry, but harmless. I had Peter watch her at the entrance when she began to get angry and demand to see her father."
"I don't who her pops is, but she must know this place if she knows where the infirmary is. The only person that's down there is…" Everyone looked to one another as they quickened their pace.
The three burst into the room and saw a weird sight. Hank stood next to the woman whose back was turned to the three. He stood watching the woman as she touched Professor Xavier but did nothing to stop her. He looked on in fascination only.
"What the hell is going on?" Logan shouted. Hank looked up to them oddly. He had a weird look on his face. Logan stomped over to the woman ignoring hank's gestures to stop when he heard a hoarse voice that he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Robin?"
Everyone in the room froze. Xavier reached a fragile hand up to the woman's face carefully as though unsure if she were really there.
"Yeah, dad. It's me." The woman replied.
Logan jerked back at the woman's voice. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be. Xavier couldn't be her father.
"Charlie?"
Everyone in the room looked to Logan. But Logan was only looking at one person's surprised eyes.
"Logan? What are you doing here?"
"Do you two know each other?" Storm asked confused as to what was going on. She's never seen the young woman before. He she definitely didn't know why she was calling Xavier 'daddy'. She didn't know he had any children.
"How do you two know each other?" Hank questioned this time looking back and forth between the pair. He had his suspicions but didn't want to voice them.
"Robin?" Xavier called again. Hank moved closer to check his vitals.
"Robin? Whose Robin?" Logan asked, getting more frustrated by the minute.
"Me. I'm Robin." Charlie gestured towards herself.
"I thought your name was Charlie."
"My first name's Robin and my middle name is Charlotte. I didn't like my first name and preferred to go by my middle name, hence Charlie."
"Wait, is the woman from the bar last night? The one who—?" Logan cleared his throat and cut off Gambit before he could say anymore. He was starting to put the pieces together and if what he thought was true he did not want to dig himself into a deeper hole.
"So you're a….?" Charlie hinted.
"Mutant?" she nodded. He balled his fist and showcased his claws. "Yeah."
She could only stare at the shiny claws that protruded from his hand.
The group regrouped back in Xavier's office. Hank frequently checked and rechecked is vitals but stopped when Xavier told him that he was completely fine. Xavier was back in his chair but situated himself next to Charlie. Logan tried not to stare at the two but he couldn't help it. He couldn't see the resemblance between the two. And he so desperately tried not to think of last night. Chuckles was now awake and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't like a visual of Logan banging his daughter into the mattress.
Gambit was told to go back to class and teach in Logan's stead. After much protesting Logan kicked him out of the room and the only ones left were Hank, Storm, Logan, Xavier, and Charlie.
"Okay, so you two know each other from the bar from last night. But that doesn't explain…" Storm hinted bringing back everyone to the original conversation.
"Robin's my daughter. My adoptive daughter, but my daughter nonetheless." He reached over to pat Charlie's hand.
"Did you know about this Hank?" Storm looked to the man who watched the two calmly.
"Yes. I was there the day that Xavier took in Charlie as his own."
"We didn't leave off on good terms," Xavier explained. "We both decided that it was in our best interests to part."
"Best interest to part?" Charlie scoffed. "Don't you mean you told me to leave and to never contact you again?"
"I never said that," Xavier didn't raise his voice but his frustration could clearly be seen. "You were disgusted by me when you learned the truth. I couldn't stand the way you looked at me and I told you that if you didn't want to stick around you could leave. You decided to go and to never look back. I looked for you. For years. Hank and I both did. But I couldn't find you, no matter how hard we searched."
"Could you really blame me. You lie to meet my entire life about everything and you expected me to just accept it? "
"I didn't expect you to accept it. But I'd thought you'd handle it better than you did."
"Were you even going to tell me?" she asked. Her throat was clogged with tears and her voice came out croaky. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the man she called her father.
"Yes," he responded gruffly. Hank wanted me to tell you as soon as you could understand what it meant, but I still felt you were too young. That you weren't ready."
"Oh come on," she laughed bitterly. "I was sixteen but I was very mature for my age. You didn't think I could handle it?"
"You left, didn't you?"
"Because you lied!"
"I didn't lie."
"An omission is still a lie. You didn't tell me that I was adopted. You didn't tell me that you and uncle Hank were mutants! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT I WAS ONE TOO!"
The breath of everyone in the room came to a halt. Charlie wiped furiously at her tears. Angered that she was embarrassing herself by crying in front of everyone she tried to slow down her breathing.
"I didn't know you were one, sweetheart." Xavier spoke calmly even though his eyes swept over her face concerned. The first and last time he ever saw her this upset was the day she left. And he didn't want to lose her again.
Hank moved closer. Charlie tried hard not to stare or flinch as her uncle Hank moved closer to her. She wasn't used to this appearance. But she knew that on the inside he was still the same man. She knew that he was still the same uncle hank that used to give her piggy back rides around the mansion and who taught her how to read and write.
"Charlie, we ran tests on you as a child. We looked for you in the cerebro. If you were a mutant, we would have found you all those years ago. Unless it just manifested later. We truly didn't know, kiddo."
"But you still knew that you were mutants. Why did you pretend to be normal? What? Did you think I couldn't handle that too? That I'd be scared? That I'd hate you? Because if you answer yes to any of those questions then you two really didn't know me as much as I thought you did."
Neither said anything but the answer was loud and clear to all of the occupants in the room. Storm moved over to the young woman who was obviously distraught. She wrapped a caring arm around her and walked out the room.
"How about we find you a room so you can get yourself cleaned and freshened up."
The room was silent and the air was tense. Logan looked down at his hands and thought over all that just occurred.
"Answer something for me Chuckles, if she left when she was sixteen, that couldn't have been too many years ago since she only looked no older than twenty three. I'm pretty sure I would've noticed her hair six/seven years ago." Logan gestured to the opened door.
"I can only assume that she inherited her mother's retarded aging capability. The genes she inherited from her mother must have affected the degenerative effects of her aging abilities. Other than that, she should truly look about forty years old. Instead, she doesn't look a day over twenty one."
"Charles…" Hank drawled out, looking to Xavier with a strange look in his eye. "Who is her mother? Who are her biological parents?"
"I think it is only fair that I tell Robin first. She deserves that much."
How was it? I hope I captured the essence of Logan and Gambit correctly. I've only ever seen the last two X-Men movies and the Origins: Wolverine. Let me know what you think in the reviews.