Title: The Promise
Chapter: Three – The Great Escape
Disclaimer: Not mine, Marvel owns all rights. (Damn)
Note: This story contains minor and adult interaction. It was inspired by Lachlanrose story "Other ways of speaking". The premise of what happens when Logan and Marie who is 17, meet and get together before heading to X-Mansion. SO if this is not your cup of tea, or you are morally against it then hit the back button and please don't read.
Previously:
Centuries, decades, years, hour or minutes went by. Until finally there was only the stillness broken by Logan's breathing and the sound of Rogue's body impacting on the snow. Of the third body, there were no sounds. Withdrawing from the other guys body, Logan scooped up his mate in his arms and took off to his truck. The sooner they got out of here the better. While it was self-defense there were a lot of unanswered questions. Who was the other mutant? Why did he attack them? Who was he there for? And would there be others?
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Logan gently arranged his mate in the passenger seat. While it would be ideal to lay her in the camper he didn't want her coming to and panicking in an unfamiliar environment. Hell he couldn't picture driving without her in his immediate sight either. The fight and all its consequences were still too fresh. Looking her over for injuries he could see a shock of white hair. Not too thick but in the sea of mocha cinnamon colored hair it stood out. He tenderly tucked it behind her ear. Hmm, it seemed like brief touches just tingled. Evidently it was nothing like the sensation of prolonged contact. To his eyes and nose prolonged contact looked like it hurt like a mother fucker. It was just another mystery to delve into.
It would be a massive understatement to say they had to talk. For one his mate was a mutant. And not a pansy ass mutant but an, I'll take you down and not leave a mark on you type. Well wasn't that a mixed bag of nuts. The Wolverine was practically purring at the idea of a strong mate. And equal match of soul and spirit. They would have strong kits. Logan was realistic and pragmatic enough to know that unless she had control of her mutation it was going to take some creative ways to get on with the loving part of the relationship.
He swore if Wolverine could snort and give him a duh look he would have. After all what was so wrong with getting creative? Hundreds if not thousands of scenarios fluttered past his brain at the speed of light, so not so much an issue as an obstacle to work around. A wicked grin briefly flashed. And work it would…..a rumble started in his chest catching him off guard. It snapped him back to the task at hand.
Logan made sure to strap her in with the seat belt and using a blanket from the back fashioned a pillow so she wouldn't get a crick in her neck. He speculated how long she would be out and decided to chance running to his room to get the rest of his clothes. He almost smacked his own head when he remembered her duffel bag. He quickly located in the snow. She would have to dry some of the stuff but at least he hadn't forgotten it.
Almost 10 minutes after the fight they were on their way down the road. Hopefully the time of night, the brutally cold weather and the 'I didn't see anything' attitude of folks would work for them and meant that they escaped with no repercussions. And that's why he never parked directly by the bar. Yeah some idiot might think twice about starting shit with the pain of their defeat still on them. But even a chicken shit can be brave enough to trash his truck, trailer or motorcycle. And if that happened well let's just say the words pound of flesh and you got the idea.
He drove at a moderate speed. Wouldn't do any good to either get pulled over for speeding at which point he'd have to explain the passed out girl, or drive into a ditch from skidding on the snow. As Logan drove he frequently glanced over at her. He was using his ears to pay strict attention to her breathing and heart rate. They would be the precursors, they would tell them when she began to awaken or if she started feeling stress.
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Meanwhile Marie was desperately trying to assimilate this newest entity. Visions of Wolverines past….. Of an elderly gentlemen who was very interested in making her acquaintance. Wars, fights, killing, fucking you name it Victor Creed AKA Sabertooth had done it all. Nothing was too hedonistic for him. Very little was too depraved. So for a Southern belle who hadn't quite managed to lose all her naivety it was a shock. Worse yet was the fact that she had to get him contained. He was much too loose of a cannon to be allowed any freedom. She was grateful that he was still majorly disoriented. It would make the job easier.
From prior experience she knew the longer he ran free the harder it would be to restrain him. So with a heavy heart she began the process of building him a room. Although to be fair in his case it was more like a reinforced prison than a room. First she froze him and got him in a room. Then she began the development of his prison. Being sure to shore up the wall, no windows…placing re-bar in the ceiling and floor her goal was to prevent even the tiniest bit of him making its way out of the room and to the surface. When she felt it was enough she withdrew from the room. He immediately began snarling and throwing himself at the door. Hmm…seems like she would have to make his room and door out of metal. It was a metal so thick that it resembled a bank vault rather than a prison, either way Victor would find it hard to escape and that all that mattered.
Taking a moment she checked the other rooms…it wouldn't do for a moment's laziness to cause havoc. Better to check and fortify all the rooms while she was here. Unfortunately being on the road with strangers left her little time for meditation, not paying attention could get a girl in all sorts of trouble. So while she was here in her mind-scape she would do what she what she could. Did she worry about what would happen one day? She did. But worrying about things yet to come never helped, better to take it one day at a time and try and upkeep her mental barriers. Giving one last look she took the road back, back to the real world and back to her man.
The first thing Marie became aware of was motion. She was in a vehicle that was moving. Unsure as to how and why she was in vehicle she tried to discretely look around. If she was somehow captured it wouldn't do to let whoever know that she was conscious again. The second thing that snapped into her awareness was that besides the seatbelt she was not in any way restrained. Glancing furtively from the corners of her eye she spied Wolverine driving. Relief flooded her body. Nope scratch that he was pulling over to the side of the road.
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Logan could pick up the minute changes to her heartbeat and breathing. Not quite aware but no longer out for the count. He drove as he waited patiently. His intellects told him that she would wake soon. Better to keep putting the miles behind them. So while he hadn't exactly picked up anyone in the immediate vicinity of the brawl, it always better to be safe than sorry. More miles also meant if anyone came looking for revenge they'd have a harder time tracking them, unless they were a feral. But so far in Logan's fifteen years of memories he hadn't run across too many. He figured they were relatively safe in that regard. No credit cards meant there was no electronic trail either. The only thing was his handle in the fight circuit. A snap decision was made, it was easier to tolerate since the circuit was just about done. But at this point continuing in his normal routine could be costly. And while the Wolverine always had a devil may care attitude about scrapping, a mated Wolverine would do anything to protect his mate.
When he witnessed her covertly glancing at him he was both proud and amused. Proud that she thought to keep the fact that she was awake a secret. Amused, because to a feral there were always tells. Very few people could master their body to the point of becoming proficient at regulating their respiratory and pulmonary systems. He edged the truck to the side of the road. While their overdue talk could not take place right now, he still wanted to hear from her lips that she was alright. Okay maybe just one or two questions regarding her mutation. Logan was very aware of the fact that they could not sit there on the side of the road long.
Once they came to a complete stop he put the truck in park and turned to look at Rogue. Big expressive grey eyes looked unabashedly into his. Her hand rose towards him. When she realized they were bare she quickly put them in her lap. Worrying her lip with her teeth she seemed content to let him begin the conversation. Meanwhile she hunched in on herself as if preparing herself for a blow. When he figured that she was waiting for him to freak out and possibly kick her out of the truck Logan got angry. And then he got sad, for her to expect such a reaction meant she had seen it before. He cleared his throat and gently (well for him) asked her if she was alright.
Confusion and then hope ran over her face. The tender heart that both man and beast had never thought they possessed cracked that much more. He gingerly reached out and touched her hair. He was glad to see that she didn't shy away. "Darling, ya gonna have to answer me, are you okay"? He repeated his question again. After nodding a soft spoken yes was heard.
A start…not as chatty as before and definitely with no sass, but a start none the less.
He would take what he could. "You can take the blanket and drape it over ya. Lean on my shoulder and get some sleep. I'm gonna keep driving darling till we get more miles behind us. Something about the whole fight wasn't right and till I know who his target is I'd like to make it difficult to track us. Figure I'll take the scenic route back to my cabin, and make sure nobody's tailing us". Without giving her a chance to respond he put the truck in park and inched back to the road.
Marie sighed. Maybe this was for the best…..so many things left unsaid. Things that should not be discussed on the side of the road.
End Chapter 3
TBC