Title: Whiskey Lullaby
Author: Gwynje
Summary: Songfic to 'Whiskey Lullaby'. If you've heard the song, you know what you're in for.
Rating: Pg-13 for some language
Continuity: post X-Men 1, I guess.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them - and thank goodness I don't. sighs If I did own Logan, I would never put him through this, and keep him with me always, and make sure he was always happy, and....and... I'm done.
A/N: First, I want to give some credit to Tracey from WRFA for making the amazing music video based on this song. When I first saw it, I cried and decided I would just have to write a story about it. After I wrote this, I swore to myself I would, from now on, only write happy stories. The prologue is a teensy bit different than the movie because it went through the "gwynje editing system". Trust me- you'll like it a whole lot better.
Feedback: Sure. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't addicted to it. But, I'd appreciate some hard core honesty on this one (no flamers though). I'm kind of unsatisfied with how I wrote it, or it could just be because it made me sad.
Logan strode up the stone steps of the X-Mansion, not exactly sure what he would find, or whether he wanted to find it. One thing he knew though, was that if a particular young woman with long brown hair and white streaks framing the side of her face were there, he'd finally be home. His entire being buzzed with anticipation and anxiety. He'd been gone for a long time, and he knew only too well that people changed faster than he could ever comprehend; hence his seeming immortality. But, all he really wanted was, if nothing else, to be remembered and treasured as something more than what he was.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as her scent drifted down the hall toward him first, then the rapid sound of boots against the marble followed immediately. She hadn't forgotten him. Despite himself, a sigh of relief escaped from his lips as her face appeared from around the corner, a large grin widening as she half-ran to him.
"Logan!" she shouted, laughing as she circled her arms around his neck. "You're back!"
Her animated mood couldn't help but infect him, as he chuckled quietly to himself while holding her close for the first time in what had felt like forever. But, the smile faltered and a shadow passed over his face as he looked over her shoulder and saw a boy standing close behind her, a deep frown on his own icy features.
Logan tried to cover up his instinctive snarl as they pulled away by forcing a small smile on his mouth, and asking breezily, "Did you miss me?"
Rogue's eyes twinkled mischievously as she cocked her head to one side, as if debating with herself. "Not really," she replied, the smile growing wider to show she was teasing.
"Heh."
Logan's eyes flickered back toward the boy who was now standing right beside her, quickly grabbing her hand and holding it possessively, as if marking her as his own. Without knowing it, the man's deep hazel eyes narrowed menacingly, sizing the young man up and noting with an immense satisfaction that, if it had to come to a fight, it would be an easy win.
Suddenly, he checked himself, shifting his gaze away and reprimanding the tangent his thoughts were taking. Hell, of course she would have someone already. The kid was gorgeous, and he should've known it wouldn't be long before someone had snatched her up. Of course, he'd never expected it to happen so soon....
He went numbly through the introductions, falling back behind his mask and only coming out once, grateful to send a warning glare as the punk tried to turn their 'handshake' into an icy glacier; he was only too happy to return the favor and crush the boy's hand with his adamantium skeleton, the wince of pain on his face satisfying him some.
What had he expected? He still didn't know, but felt that somehow he'd been shot down before he'd even stepped more than a foot into the building. He almost felt foolish for entertaining the few thoughts he had let overtake his mind these past few days as he'd gotten closer and closer to the mansion. Besides, what was he thinking anyway? She was too damn young to begin with...
His shoulders sank considerably, which didn't go unnoticed by Rogue, who's mouth was opening to ask him a question when....
"Long time, no see."
He glanced up, suddenly seeing a face he knew could help him forget the effect those brown doe-eyes still gazing at him intently had on him.
Jean...
