Chap 11

Chap 11

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He hit her again, hard in the side. "You think this is bad?" He was not happy and it was fueling his power. "Try fighting with that Sabertooth you wanna get so close to. He'd rip you to shreds without even thinking about it." He knocked her back so hard her head snapped back almost to the breaking point. Logan knew what he was doing, and the scary thing was that for contact sparing, he was going really easy on her. This was not good.

"Logan! Just teach me! I don't need to hear your half remembered crap about one of our former enemies. Who do you think I am?!" She was yelling at him and the fact that he just blocked her best attempt at an attack really did not make her feel any better.

"I don't know. The Maverick I know would have never ignored what I said about someone like you did!" He kicked at her midsection, slower than if he'd been really trying and she blocked it.

"Whatever!! You don't even know! And can we seriously just drop it?! I'm more concerned-"she'd managed to kick him in the shoulder and knock him back a step but he turned right around and threw her to the mat covered floor. "Ugh!" She struggled to breathe as she rolled over to keep going. "With the lab at the moment."

Just then the scene slowly dissolved back to the polished metal of the Danger Room and the unhappy pair turned to the window of the control booth.

"We're gonna send in some more people to train. You want to run a simulation?" Scott asked through the com unit.

Maeve looked to Logan, she was still mad at him, but he knew how to get her in shape better than anyone else she knew.

"Yeah Cyc. Run the Liberty Island one we've been workin' on." He frowned up to his team leader.

"You made a Liberty Island one? Like the thing with Rogue?" Mave gasped at Logan. She was impressed but she wasn't sure if that was a good idea, especially if Rogue would be running it with them, Logan just nodded. Turning toward Scott she raised her voice; "Who all's gonna be in here with us?"

"I'm sending them in." He commed down.

……….

This was a stupid leather suit. He wanted to wear his own outfit, but they'd all insisted he'd wear a matching team suit and he really didn't care to argue over clothes that would just end up torn apart and covered in blood anyway.

Fuck, but the thing fit like a second skin. He didn't know how Xavier had gotten such precise measurements and it made him a little uneasy to think about it.

But he had more important things to ponder. Like working with and beating the shit out o' the runt again. And seeing his frail all sweaty and frustrated sounded fun too, if they were 'fighting' he'd get a chance to roll around a little with her, size her up a bit more, without anyone getting to nag at him for it.

"I put it on a sim. based on what happened back at Liberty Island." The Nancy little Cyclops told them as he, Mags, and Pyro stood in front of the metal door. "Of course I had to modify some of the obstacles and opponents and it isn't a very hard simulation; there's minimal risk of bodily harm, but Maverick has been away for awhile and never finished her basic training so bear with it until you can practice on your own."

The door swished open and his sinuses were assaulted by one of the sexiest scents he'd ever encountered. It nearly knocked him over each time he got a hint of her scent but this time it was full of adrenaline, and anger, and sweat, and confusion, as well as some things he didn't want to think too hard about. He really didn't want to have to analyze her fears.

She smelled like a woman who was pissed and fighting and it turned him on faster than if someone had flipped a switch. Plus he'd been thinking about her all day…damn frail was under his skin, in his blood.

Fuck he wanted her skin under his and her blood to mix with his own.

…………

The simulation was up and running before the others came in through the door. It was dark out, a chilled wind was blowing. Everything looked so real, but even Maeve could smell that if was still the Danger Room.

"Ok, here's the thing. Someone has Rogue, how do we get to her and get her out of there with the least amount of damage to our team? It doesn't matter how much you kick their asses as long as we get ours out of here alright." Logan spoke with his raised 'instructor' voice so the others could hear as well.

"Got it. You're team leader on this one right?" Maverick tried hard to force her anger at him down.

"Yeah." Logan was curter than he normally was around her and she could see him bristle.

Shit what's this? I don't need him punking out on me when we need to be in mission mode.

……….

He strode to where they stood half concealed in the shadows. The runt was on edge and it made him grin. He thought he remembered that they used to work well together, but working against him he remembered was more fun.

"Did you ready my frail for this Runt?" He half smirked, half sneered.

Wolverine was visibly trying to maintain control.

That's your problem. You never let yourself go long enough to figure out how to use that beast within. Victor mentally shook his head.

"Stay away from her." The runt just growled like a pansy.

"I told you; she's mine."

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What the hell is this? Every time they're in the same room they have to do this!

"Do you guys really have to use me to argue around?" She wasn't really asking them, just showing the men that she was not amused and she wouldn't stay calm about it for long. "Can't you just grow enough balls to get it over with so we can work together on this?"

"Maverick." Logan barked. "You do not understand the full extent of the situation; do not talk about what you don't get." Now that pissed her off.

"Logan, I've been in your head! Do you seriously think I don't understand your cloudy shit of a history with this guy? You don't even know why you don't like him, and I can tell you that a lot of those memories that you have with him aren't even true!" Her hands were waist, one hip jutted out. Logan just stood there frowning.

After a silent pause Logan finally said something.

"You can tell what memories aren't real?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. They feel different, and they're a different colour than they should be…Or something." She felt sheepish now, she'd known more about his past for ever, but it wasn't her fault he never spoke about it!

"Let's just run the simulation children, then we can sort out your pasts." Magneto announced.