11. Have I ever steered you wrong?: (Marie)

The man pried her fingers from the cot. She was trembling so hard her hand looked blurry and slashed in red. She sat, still and frozen even as the man pulled her into his lap and rocked her back and forth, his hand running soothingly along her shoulders and back.

"Shhh. Hush now, it's alright. Logan's here, he's got you." Whether it was the sound of his name, or his soothing tone, she was slowly pulled from the frozen shock that had claimed her. She buried the bad things beneath the already overstuffed proverbial rug inside her brain and did her best to flatten it out.

She was comfortable in his lap, with his arms around her, so she stayed where she was only moving when the temptation to touch him again was just too much. Really, what did he expect anyway, with that tan expanse of skin so close to her lips and teeth? So she bit him.

"Darlin'…" The sound that escaped his throat was rough and low and tinged with what she knew at one time to be passion. It also contained a trace of regret that she didn't care for, not when hands were touching her for the first time in her short memory with something other than hurt on their minds. "any other place and any other time, I'd throw myself into this with no upset to my conscience and loose myself in you, but right now we gotta get outta here. Are you with me Marie?"

She focused and smiled and reached into her brain to pull the little piece of her out the box. She didn't dare leave it open, too many things might get in. When a bit of clarity, not nearly as much as she'd forced before, slipped into her she nodded sadly.

"Let's go."

12. Domination: (Logan)

After checking to make sure that they were alone, Logan urged her out of the cell and into the hallway. She followed carefully, minding his signals with a twitchy swiftness and calming altogether when he set a hand on some part of her. He gave a fleeting thought to what her power could be, but dismissed it preferring a collared crazy girl to a powered one.

"Marie, we run down the next hallway." His lips brushed against her skin as he whispered and she shivered, but nodded. He tuned out the delicate scent the flowered from her, but not before his animal side had time enough to memorize it. He shook his head and focused.

Their timing was perfect when they raced down the hall and when Logan turned to check on Marie she was hot on his heels, the clarity in her large brown eyes was reassuring. He pressed himself back against a wall and caught her in a quick sure movement before she continued on toward the scrape of a shoe that had echoed off of the wall ahead. She fit snug and sweet against him, but he didn't give in to any of the urges that reared when she pressed her ear to his chest.

It was a near thing; the animal in him was nearer to the surface than it had been in years. He wasn't sure if it were the walls and collar that brought it on or the equally disconcerting woman he held against him. In the end he maintained mastery of his instincts. It would prove though, that the girl would not maintain control over hers.

13. Keeping Warm: (Marie)

The Uglies were hot on their trail, she just knew it. To compensate for her own diminished mental faculties, which even she was sometimes aware of, she focused all of her attention on the man and his beautiful profile. He told her, mostly without words, what she needed to do and she followed him as best she could. Three times now, or was it four, she'd been sidetracked by something soft or shiny and had only realized she wasn't watching him any longer by a short and quick tug on her arm.

Mostly that's all it would take to get her back on track. The man's hand was smooth and strong and brought with it a sense of calm that urged her to open the box that held her safe but she knew it was a bad idea. Man couldn't hold on to her indefinitely. No, it was a bad bad idea. If she ever took off the necklace, he wouldn't want to touch her ever again; then how would she keep herself separated?

She tried, she tried so hard not to look around her, that wouldn't help and she'd drag them to a halt if she got too distracted. The voices were creeping and hovering and they were right there, waiting for the moment that he let go to invade. He did. Her feet were moving, pounding into the floor toes gripping and gaining purchase when she passed the shiny table with the stopping straps.

And froze.

She was so cold, too cold, and they were cutting and hurting and burning and the patch of skin they peeled from her left arm was the only place she could focus on. Someone else spoke then, someone burned into her brain a long long time ago. The first.

That's what you get you dirty mutie, that's what you fucking deserve. All those things I told you, they were a lie. I only wanted to hurt you. It's because you're nothing. You're lower than low, you're not human.

Marie slid to the floor, a worthless loony girl as cold as ice. She wondered, briefly, if the man would even notice that she was gone.

14. Inhospitable Lodgings:

He looked back to check on her progress just before he rounded the corner and nearly popped his claws in renewed frustration. Instead he swung around and managed to reverse his momentum without losing too much of it. He didn't have time for this shit, if she couldn't pull it together he'd have to fuckin' leave her. Every fiber of his being fought against that decision and Logan knew he wouldn't be leaving the compound alone, even if he had to knock her out and carry her over one shoulder.

He skidded to a stop just n front of her, hoisting her up by her shoulders and giving her a shake. The eyes that met his weren't bright with madness nor were they focused with clarity. They were empty, numb and cold, the warmth that was always in their brown depths absent and it took with it a little of Logan as well.

He wondered just when, over the last few hours, he'd become so attached to her. Since the first time you smelled her, dumbass. He heard his own voice snarl inside his head.

Marie didn't fight him when he lifted her into his arms and pulled her into a fireman's carry, hooking his arm around her knee and grabbing her uninjured wrist to free up at least one hand in case he needed it. He was prepared for danger but knew that a smooth getaway would involve minimal confrontations.

Again he was on the move, swiftly and purposefully, careful not to make a sound until he couldn't avoid it.

15. Black Knight: (Marie)

There was noise all around her. It buffeted Marie from every direction, made her flinch and keep her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She couldn't remember where she was or how she got there, but the thumpity- thump in her chest was hard and fast and terrible. The noise was over suddenly, no slow falling, just a quick end to the din. She popped one eye open to see a familiar man standing in front of where she lay crumpled on the floor, her face pressed against the tiles. He was breathing hard, panting long strained breaths. He lifted hands fitted with sharp and pointy knives to his head, raked furrows into his sweaty hair. It stood straight and tall on its long ends and she wondered how he didn't cut all of it off every time he put his hands into it.

A tickle on her wrist had her looking down at her left hand, where a long thin strip of yellow ribbon was tied in a knot. It wouldn't move, she knew as soon as she looked at it, unless you pulled just so on the one side and let the pieces slides around together. She surveyed the man in his black and shiny clothing, and noticed more of the ribbon.

Some broken synapses in her brain fired once, three times, unexpectedly she remembered only his name, that he'd gifted her the ribbon, and that she liked touching him. She crawled forward to wrap her arms around one of his legs just as he was turning around to her.

"Logan." It came out on the heels of a bright eyed smirk.

Her hands travelled up his leg to his hand and when she found it offered to her, minus the knives, there was another fire or two of synapses. She knew they had buried themselves back into his hands, and rubbed the skin between his knuckles for a moment in the shared pain of hurting cutting things before slowly peeling his hand open. They weren't clean hands, not by far, but he'd gotten the blood off and that she was happy for. Uglies tasted nasty. When she had his hand open, and the vulnerable flesh between his thumb and finger bared to her, she did what instinct called for. She bit him.

16. Gossip:

The tempting she-devil climbing all over him and driving him to new heights of desire might be as crazy as mad as a hatter but she knew iexactly/i what she was doing. Her tongue traced the imprint of his teeth, the marks fading as if she were licking them away. He groaned and carefully grasped her injured hand where it was curled high around his thigh, pulling her up with a little more force than necessary and into a standing position.

"Marie," he tightened his grip on her hip and wrist, and his lips brushed her when he spoke. "You are going to get us fuckin' killed." The kiss was hard, fast , fleeting, and a little sloppy. It was abruptly interrupted by his transmitter flaring to life.

"Logan?" Summers' voice came loud and clear in the still silence of the bloody empty corridor, and Logan tore his mouth from hers. Despite the woman currently wrapping herself further and further around him, or perhaps because of it, the adrenaline of the fight hadn't burned out of him yet.

"About fuckin' time, One Eye." Gently, and then more insistently when she wouldn't respond to the more tender prodding, he removed Marie and backed them toward the nearby doorway. "What's the ETA?" He headed for the door. Marie didn't need any prodding to follow in his wake this time, she clung to him. Summers returned an estimated time of arrival at 30 minutes and they discussed a rendezvous point. All they had to do was stay safe and hidden until then.

"Logan, Charles wants to know who's the girl you've got with you?" He growled aloud at the question, low and long an unmistakable warning even over the airways.

"Mine," was his only reply. And he didn't care how much Scooter talked about it, as long as everyone knew.

17. Obsession:

The world around her was… Marie couldn't think of a word pretty enough, bright enough, soft enough, vivid enough to describe the green of the leaves in the early morning sunshine, the rough feel of the bark beneath her bare fingertips, or the pale blue color of the sky. The colors in all the myriad shades and hues with their varying depths and contrast were a feast for a girl that couldn't even remember the feel of dirt beneath her toes.

To remind herself she dug her feet into it. She'd scrambled down off of Logan's back as soon as he'd signaled that they were to stop. Her annoyance and anger at him for toting her around was completely forgotten when he finally, ifinally/i, let her explore the world again. She lifted her hands above her head, breathing deeply and twirling and spinning and happy.

"Logan!" She launched herself at him. A flying mass of dirty brown hair and bright happy eyes and long mostly bare limbs that she didn't want to cover up ever again. He caught her easily. Gathering her close and whispering to her.

"Marie, sweetheart, we have to be quiet. The bad men will come if we're not quiet."

Even the mention of the Uglies couldn't change her mood. Marie pushed up into his arms, her hands braced on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around her lower back. She stared at him, the sun glinting off his dark hair, how clear the green-brown of his eyes were. Her fingers traced his lips, along the line of his jaw, and across his cheek through his whiskers.

"You're so beautiful…" She placed a quick on his forehead, nose, eyes, cheek bones, chin and finally his mouth. And she didn't even stop the flying thing landed in their vicinity and belched out people.

18. Backlash:

Jeannie had that look on her face, the one that said she completely disapproved of whatever it was he was doing. Logan still had an armful of Marie so he felt secure in his deduction what exactly that was. When Marie noticed his wandering interest, she turned her attention to the X-Jet and Team of X-Men closing in on them. It saddened him to see her good mood come crashing down as she fought against his grip. When he loosened his hold on her she practically crawled over top of him in her effort to get behind him.

She peered around his side and watched as Scott, 'Ro, and Jeannie, followed by three of the newly minted members, approached. Her body molded against his and it so completely occupied the animal within him back that it wasn't until the third time he felt her push his hand forward did he realize what she wanted.

"Marie," he whispered, trying desperately to get calm the scent of fear rising off of her, "they're friends."

She scowled up at him with those big brown eyes and watched as they flickered back and forth between trust and fear. He growled without knowing it and soon both sets of claws were flashing in the sunlight. He would have withdrawn them if she hadn't calmed noticeably.

"Better?"

"Better, Logan. Better." She focused on the rest of the team, her eyes narrowed again. "They don't look like Uglies…" Her voice was skeptical and Logan could smell the uncertainly rolling off of her, her body reacted at the same time and her arms slid up in between them, gripping for purchase on the tight leather uniform he still wore. She began to mumble a repeated plea he didn't recognize, it sounded like the prayers he heard when he sometimes went to Mass with Kurt.

"Not Uglies, though Cyke could try even your patience." The little group stopped a dozen or so feet away from him, Jubilee's eyes landing on his claws. It was the Cajun, though, who looked the most afraid.

"Logan," Jean reached out with her mind, scanning him. He growled at her, annoyed that she'd do it in the first place instead of just talking to him. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes narrowed on him. "What's with the claws?"

He shrugged. "Makes her feel better." He saw Jeans refocus her attention, settle it on a place behind him. Before he could open his mouth t say speak, Marie screamed.

19. Lipstick:

Marie floated. She was aware, more aware than normal of the world around her. Had, in fact, been more aware of what was going on, more awake, than ever since ihe/i had been tossed into her room. She'd perked up, been paying more attention ever since the smell of him, the look of him, had caught her attention.

Her own motivations were behind everything she did, everything she said. Too long, she knew, she had spent hiding in herself pushing all the bad, angry, hurtful things away instead of dealing. It was easier to hide from the pain than it was try to sort it all out with all the inoise/i, so just let it happen: got angry and annoyed, reacted instinctively instead of thinking and processing. Contemplation and musing had long ago been something that had fallen into disuse from lack of practice.

If Marie was honest with herself, which she rarely was, there was nothing left in the box she liked to pretend she kept safe from herself. It didn't take a skilled liar to tell yourself a falsehood, especially considering that the one doing the lying was talking to thirty or so different personalities. The din in her brain was silent now, shocked into stillness by the pain in her skull. With her own ears she heard herself screaming, but pain was something she'd long learned to ignore and when his hands settled on her, she felt strong enough to put effort into thoughtful consideration. She heard her screams fade to painful moans and whimpers.

Then, for the first time in a long time, she listened and truly understood.

"Jeanie, what the fuck!" Logan, angry and distressed if the growl she heard, and had a curious urge to respond to was anything to go by.

"Logan…" Another man, annoyed, frustrated.

"No Scott, he's right. I know there are possible consequences to skimming someone. It's never been this bad before though, Logan I only skimmed her. The lightest of metal touches just in case of this possibility. I don't know what wrong with her and I'm afraid to try again." She was worried, this woman, sad and fearful with her tone full of remorse.

One voice broke free of the din, to ring a little clearer. i"She's sorry she hurt you." /i

Marie thought about that for a moment. It was a new concept.

An idea struck her, absent and unrelated. She tried her hand at working it through. She thought of his lips on hers and the idea that he left something of himself behind was intoxicating.

20. Patience:

"You're too big an asset, Logan." The remark earned Scott a glare. Logan didn't want to leave Marie in the Jet, every part of him fought against the idea of leaving her alone, but what kind of man would he be if he stayed behind while the rest of his team raided the lab? He gave Marie one last lingering touch, the skin of her cheek soft under his fingertips, before standing and striding down the ramp of the X-Jet. Scott didn't follow.

He turned toward the back of the Jet where Jeannie was standing talking to Storm. They were all waiting on him before they went down to the lab to release the mutants there. Shadowcat was staying on board with Marie, her power being mostly defensive, and Jubilee and Gambit were lingering near the tree line, waiting or orders. Logan barely missed the Cajun stiffen and turn his torso distinctly away from him.

The defensive posture reminded Logan of the uncharacteristic fear he's seen in LeBeau's eyes as he'd approached him and Marie. He pivoted on his heel, changing his direction and stalking toward them. Jubilee muttered something and beat a hasty retreat when he neared.

"LeBeau." He greeted, every sense turned into the man before him. Logan didn't trust him, a thief with major connections in three of the largest associations in New Orleans, thrown out of state by his own people. It bothered Logan, that the Cajun's own people hadn't wanted the him, and the man wasn't offering any explanations or excuses. He was cocky, arrogant, egomaniacal, and womanizing. Most of which Logan himself boasted of on occasion, which was probably why the other man rubbed him raw. But what he was concerned with now was the fear he could smell mixed in with the nonchalance Remy was layering on thick.

"Wolverine," Gambit dipped his chin and touched his forehead in a salute. "It's-"

"Drop the shit, fear reeks whether it's thick with that damn cologne you wear or not. What the hell is goin' on in that head of yours." This time the accompanying growl that layered his words was intentional.

Gambit lifted his arms in a placating gesture and backed up closer to the treeline, his eyes darting back and forth between Logan's hands and face. Interesting. Logan stepped forward and got the expected results.

"Listen, Logan, Gambit got no designs on your woman, none. Chere, she's pretty is all. Can't blame a guy for lookin'." Logan laughed, laughed and used a hand on LeBeau's shoulder to steady himself before he fell over. Gambit stared. Eventually his mirth subsided and his hand tightened on Gambit's shoulder. His hazel eyes met Gambit's red ones and held them for a long moment, the animal in him delighted when LeBeau's gaze darted away quickly before meeting his again. It was enough.

"Make sure it stays that way." Gambit found his voice again when Logan was halfway back to the jet.

"That lab was empty two months ago, Gambit searched it himself." Logan turned their eyes meeting again. "So, that mean you can show me where the doc's likely are?" Logan wanted to get his hands on the records there, to find out about Marie's mutation and what had been done to her without having to ask.

"And who better to get you inside but ,moi?"