Logan groaned a little as he lifted himself off his bike. Glancing down at his slashed and bloodied clothes he grunted in frustration. Running a hand through his hair he wasn't sure if he made it better or worse but it definitely felt like hell on his injured ribs.
Stalking through the mansion he was only slightly aware of the purely animalistic stance he was using. Bypassing the lounge he raised an eyebrow at the kid sitting in there mindlessly flicking through the channels by blinking. He was slightly impressed when the kid simply mimicked his eyebrow raise before turning back to the television.
Rogue's scent permeated the room but it was already a few hours old. Taking a closer look at the boy he couldn't help the half smile that formed on his face as he pictured Marie sitting in here with him. He figured the kid was definitely weird enough to pique her interest, hell even Logan was interested - the kid hadn't been affected at all by his appearance.
Leaving the kid to his watching, he considered the hypocrisy of telling him it would fry his brain but he figured this was likely to be the kid's way of resting.
Feeling a wave of exhaustion crash over him as he spotted his room Logan lowered his guard slightly, at least he hoped it was still his room - he'd left half his stuff in there anyway so it better still be his. Once again grateful that it was in the guest quarters side of the house and then the topmost floor at that he relished in the seclusion and the privacy that provided. No one came this far up and that was exactly why he'd requested it.
Resting his head against the door frame he waited for the familiar 'Snikt' before he closed his eyes, letting his instincts take over as he picked the lock. Glancing at the wall he was leaning against he pulled away glad to see he hadn't left any blood stains. Growling quietly as he thought over how damn indestructible Sabertooth was turning out to be, he quickly tried to reign in his anger before he punched a whole in the wall.
Thinking back on the events of the night had the claws on his other hand releasing as his animalistic side reared it's head. He'd been all set to cross the border peacefully and calmly when Sabertooth had come out of nowhere and attacked.
Logan held back a roar of frustration aware he'd wake half the mansion if he let it loose and that was the last thing he wanted right now. A nosy Scooter with his annoyingly indecisive fiancée and a bunch of snot nosed kids were hard enough to deal with when he hadn't just been in a fight.
Trying to focus on something positive like the fact he had inflicted more pain on Sabertooth this time than he had in any of their previous fights. He had to admit that he was rather surprised and impressed that Sabertooth had managed to survive Scooter's blast and the subsequent drop from Liberty Island but despite acknowledging that he still felt his body relax a fraction.
He'd couldn't help his growl this time as he recalled the fact that Sabertooth had been the one to cheerfully point out that for the first time in at least fifteen years the Wolverine has a weakness. A point he'd made when Logan had been primed for the kill, and the bastard had mockingly asked about Rogue or as he so eloquently put it 'the thing with the killer skin'.
The smirk on his face had been enough to have Logan on his bike and speeding across the border heading towards the mansion without so much as a glance back.
As he'd driven up the driveway he'd let out a breath of relief as he smelt her scent all over the place. Sure it was saturated with enough frustration and exhaustion that he nearly jumped straight off his bike without turning it off to find her and make sure she was alright but the point was it was there.
Once he'd paid enough attention to realise the scent was about an hour old, he accepted that she was most likely asleep by now. He also knew it wasn't fair of him to wake her up just to alleviate his worry despite how much he wanted to. Somewhat calmed by that, he'd finally allowed his body to feel the consequences of his fight with Sabertooth, swearing to kill him for good the next chance he got.
Alkali Lake hadn't given him any answers. The whole time he was there it was as if there was a voice in his head telling him to go away and come back with back up. Strangely enough that voice had sounded exactly like Marie - right down to her southern twang. So even though he was frustrated by the lack of answers he didn't feel like he had failed. Instead it was as if he'd - for once in his life - made the right choice by coming back.
He didn't know why but it seemed like Rouge- his Marie needed him at the moment.
Shuffling through his bedroom door he nudged it closed, satisfied at the click as it relocked itself. Shedding his clothes as he moved towards the shower, he was barely aware of anything other than the fact he was caked with blood - some of it his own.
Logan growled quietly as the stream of water hit his sore and tense body as if trying to warn the liquid to go easy on him. Scrubbing his hand across his bare skin he winced as the dry blood pulled painfully against his skin opening up healing wounds. Resting his hand on the wall to keep him upright he couldn't help the frustrated groan at the pain bouncing through him.
People so often confused his ability with that of feeling no pain and every time he responded with a dark chuckle wishing it was only that simple.
Waiting for the water to finally run clear again, he sighed in relief, glad he no longer had Sabertooth's stench all over him. It was bad enough hearing his mocking words echoing around his mind.
Sighing, he blindly reached for a towel as he stepped out and began sleepily drying off making sure to get every last drop. His bare feet sunk into the carpet as he made his way over to the bed, his eyes barely open as he used his hands to guide his way.
Sighing as he burrowed into the soft sheets he couldn't believe what a relief it was after the nights he'd spent sleeping on the floor of various Canadian caves.
One of the things he'd discovered as he'd travelled closer and closer to Alkali Lake was a decrease in the hygiene practices of the motels. Mostly he hadn't minded - his enhanced senses that allowed him to know where every bug in the room was and made sure he knew which sheets he needed to avoid sleeping on. So while he assumed that with that kind of knowledge most people would have been running in the opposite direction, he'd stayed strong as he had a mission to complete.
As such he'd continued onward until he realised that no matter how uncomfortable the cave floors were, they were substantially cleaner than any other alternatives.
Curling into the middle of the bed, he felt the exhaustion settle into his adamantium coated bones. Though he refused to call it his bed - it was too permanent a thought which made him twitchy - it was impossible to ignore the gratefulness he had that he could call it that if he wanted. His sigh of relief quickly turned into a quiet snore as he fell into the dark abyss of sleep.
A/N Yay, Logan's back :) Hope you guys liked this chapter. Thanks for reading, favoriting, following and reviewing it means a lot and is very encouraging.
Until next time ~ Gabz