Chapter Three : Looks Like We're Going Home
Side note that has nothing to do with the story,MAYBE! Guys! Guess what's on now that I'm attempting to write another chapter! The first X-Men movie :3 Well,it's been on,but I didn't know until now! And I TOTALLY turned it on right at the part where Logan sits down on the train with Rogue and promises to take care of her. THAT WAS THE ENTIRE REASON I STARTED THIS STORY! Because during The Wolverine,all I could think was,DAMN IT LOGAN YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ROGUE! Anyways,watching this will distract me,and could possibly mess with what I write this chapter haha
He looked at me,his eyes falling from my face to my stomach. He didn't even seem to notice John standing behind me. Had he been looking for me this entire time? It couldn't have possibly taken the badass Wolverine five years to find me. John and I had been here for years. No one said anything for what felt like ever before finally Logan spoke up.
"You gonna let me in,or do I have to stand out here in this disgusting weather?"
I moved to the side,letting him in. I shut the door behind him,stalling for a moment. This couldn't really be him. So,I did the only thing I could think of to prove that it was. I grabbed his neck with my bare hands. Closing my eyes,I flipped my 'switch' and began to drain him.
"Marie! What the Hell are you doing!?"John screamed as Logan froze.
I didn't hold on long,just long enough to see that he really was Logan. And to see that he hadn't been looking for me at all. Pain washed over me. My stomach churned as I let go.
Breathing heavily,Logan turned to face me,"Kid.."
I shook my head at him,tears starting to form,"You didn't even know I was gone."
John,now standing at my side looked at me,wiping the tears off my face,not caring that I hadn't flipped my 'switch' back off.
"Look,kid,you have to let me explain,"he began.
"No!"I screamed at him,tears rolling down my face now,"Logan,I have your memories! I don't need you to explain! I can see everything!"
"Look,Marie,just because you have his memories doesn't mean you know his mind set. You can't see everything,just bits of it. You know that,"John said quietly.
"Listen to firefly there,"he said quietly.
John glared at him as he reached in his pocket. I grabbed his arm,flipping my switch,and looked at him,hurt. Our past was standing in our house. Why was he here?
John looked from me to Logan,"I'd appreciate you not refer to me as Firefly."
"Maybe we should just...sit,"I said,walking to the living room pulling John along.
John and I sat on the couch; Logan took a seat in the recliner across from us. I could see emotions running across his face. He bounced back from fear to sadness to anger over and over before finally talking.
"You know,I've been around for a really,really long time. I've lived through some hard things. I thought that I would never recover from having to do what I did to Jean. Looking at you though,looking around your house,seeing these pictures of you and fire boy here,I realize that this is my Hell."
"What the fuck is that supposed to me?"John spat at him,angrily.
"Not like that,"he began,"I mean the fact that I missed your wedding. The fact I didn't even realize what you meant when I gave you my permission to walk out the door. I walked out on you,Kid. That's something I'm going to have to live with forever,"he pulled out another cigar,"May I?"
"Go ahead,"I said sheepishly.
"That night,on Liberty Island,I held your dead body in my arms,"he stopped,wiping his face,"I thought you were gone forever. I pulled off my glove,I tried to trade my life for yours,and it didn't work. I gave up,and for the first time in I don't even know how long,I started to cry. I pulled you to me,and I kissed your forehead. I held you for a while before your powers kicked in,and when they did,I intended to give my life for you again. I would rather die than live in a world where you didn't exist. With Jean,I wanted to die,but I never once took that chance,I still had some fight left. With you,though,I didn't give a damn. I stabbed myself through the chest. I fought Victor all the way to the top. I tried to kill myself to give you life. When that didn't work,I just held you,crying like a little bitch,and decided to stay there until I died with you. You are my world,kid."
It was a few minutes before John finally spoke,"So,what? Are you here to come steal my wife? Because,let me tell you,Wolvie,you may be made of some indestructable metal shit,and you may be immortal,and you may be a hell of a lot older and stronger than me,but I will spend the rest of my fucking life setting you on fire and melting your fucking skin off. Maybe that'll kill you."
I looked at John,my eyes wide. Did he seriously just say that?
"Uhm,John,baby,"I said,grabbing his hand,"I don't think Logan is here to come sweep me off my feet."
"You really love her,"Logan stated more than asked.
"Yeah,I really love her."
"And I love him. I think this was established over and over again,John."
"I thought you were going to get the cure for that ice boy."
John smirked,"She doesn't like talking about our past."
"Our past is kinda sittin' in our livin' room."
"I can smell the kid,"Logan said,trying to change the subject.
I placed my hand on my stomach,"Yeah,"I smiled.
"How?"
"John helped me learn to control my powers."
He looked at John again,"I really think I might've had you pegged wrong,John."
"Calling me John some form of approval?"he said smartly.
"Then again,maybe not,"Logan said,shaking his head.
I smiled before remembering the point to all of this,"Wait,Logan,why are you here?"
"What? Not happy to see me?"he smirked at me.
Oh god,how have I not realize just how similar these two are?
"Alright,alright. Well,to be honest,kid,an odd group sent me."
"An odd group?"John asked,looking at Logan skeptically.
"Yeah,truth be told,I'm not too sure you'll believe me."
"Logan,stop being so vague and tell me what the Hell is goin' on."
"Well,Magneto-"
"No,nope,no,no way in flyin' Hell. What the fuck is your problem? Even if I wasn't pregnant,why the Hell would you even talk about that fucker to me? Did you just forget who it was who put me on that da-"
"AND XAVIER,"he shouted,cutting me off.
John and I both froze. I can't exactly tell what's going through his head,but all I can think is,'what does this mean for my family?'.
"John,"I whispered,looking at my husband's dazed eyes.
"I said horrible things about him,"he said quietly.
I grabbed his hand,"John,what are you talking about?"
"Xavier. I said horrible things. I didn't cry when he died. I was a horrible person. I was a person scorned. I was so pissed,and I-I took it out on him,"he still had a dazed look on his face.
"Look,they sent me here after both of you,"Logan said abruptly.
"They? Both of us? Like Magneto sent you here for John and Professor sent you here for me?"
"No. Like they are working together,and they said it's important that we get everyone back to the school,"he said matter of factly. "Why? What would happen if it came down to that?"
"Nothing. We won't go through this again,"John said,sternly.
"We won't go through any of it. We're sorry,Logan,but we can't go with you. We won't put our baby in danger like that,"I said hurriedly.
"Look,Wheels said to trust him,that we all needed to come together. Don't believe me,then see it for yourself. Go ahead,grab me,Marie."
Hearing Logan say my name again sent chills down my spine. It was like my entire life had never changed,like I was back at the mansion.
"We have jobs,we have bills. We have a life here,Logan."
"Kid,look outside. We're in the middle of no where in shit sleet weather."
I pouted at him,"It's December in Alabama,Logan. This is as close to home as I can get without bein' afraid."
John ran his hand up and down my arm,"Maybe..maybe we should go,Rogue."
I looked at him. He called me Rogue. What was going on?
"Don't you dare call me Rogue. You an' Logan are the only ones who can call me Marie,and you better damn well take advantage of it."
He smiled,"Alright,Marie,"he said kissing my forehead as he stood up. "Let's go get our things. We have to trust Xavier. Shit,we have to trust Magneto. I know he did you wrong,but I do know one thing.. If he is working with Charles Xavier,something must be coming our way."
I watched John walk up the stairs to our room. It looks like we were going back to New York. This was going to be something else.
