Fic : Confrontation - Logan
author: Lucinda
rating: PG 13 - a bad word.
disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics & Fox movies.
distribution: want it? keep my name with it & you can have it.
summary: the discussion after Marie was abducted at the train
station.
He has her. At least I know what a Magneto is now. I could feel
my pulse hammering at my temples, my teech clenched together. The
sight of him - an old man, actually. Hard grey eyes looking at me
from under grey eyebrows as he held me in the air before him - my
bones humming with his power. She had been sitting in a seat behind
me, terrified. I could smell her fear, the fear of everyone in the
train car. The indifference of the man in front of me. He had
caused terror in so many people, and I couldn't see or smell any
sign that he cared at all. Made me so mad I could see red.
Calm down, splash some water on my face. It doesn't change what
has happened...Magneto took Marie. Took her to use in his damn
plans. Some machine... I can't just wait here while Xavier's being
shocked that he was wrong.
I know he's upset - can almost taste his dismay at being wrong
about this. Doesn't bring Marie back..... I failed her.... I find
myself practically growling at Xavier as I leave the room. This
whole setup he's got...it's not bringing her back. He's too busy
being upset to try his mind-search thing.
Nobody seems to be doing anything other than be upset.. and
feeling guilty. Scott's pretty upset over blowing the roof off the
train station. Yeah, it was a hole in the roof...but he's feeling
guilty that his eye beams did it. Guess I can see his point,
actually.
Hell, if they are all to busy feeling things, I'll just have to
go find Marie myself.
end part 1.
Out of the Professor's study...getting to be full of guilt and
confusion, and my own frustrated anger and fear. Marie is in
danger.. gives me something to focus on besides sitting around
feeling things and listening to the rain outside. The stairs are
better, smelling of floor cleaner and furniture polish, faint scents
of the students. There are no potent emotions scenting this area.
I have already started towards the door when I hear her voice
behind me. " Logan! You can't do this alone." I can smell her
presence...sandalwood, rain, concern, and woman. Somethings's
bothering her...more than just Marie. She doesn't want me to do this
alone? That brings up a mess of feelings inside, welling up strong
and tangled, and dripping with almost memory.
" Who's gonna help me? You? You've all done a bang up job so
far." Old habits striking now... she makes me feel..too many things.
She wants me to stay. I have to admit, the idea has some advantages
and I am tempted. But that would mean I'd be staying where people
could find out. Find out? They already know I'm not like everyone
else. Neither are they.
"Then help us. Fight with us."
She was persistant, and I could smell her determination. Her
words seemed to echo in my head, and as they echoed, they picked up
another voice. A man's voice - tenor, maybe forty... little bit of
an accent, lot of authority. The faint shadows of memory clinging to
the echo of the man's voice were bad.
"Fight with you? Join the team - be an X-Man?" she offered a
place to belong... something part of me desparately wanted. But,
everything has a price, and some prices are to high. What price to
be an X-Man? an ex-man, somebody whose life has been stolen, someone
who doesn't exist as more than a walking shadow.. I could feel
myself starting to sink into unhappy reflections of the past.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're a mutant. the whole
world is filled with people who hate and fear you," I couldn't quite
stop the words flowing from my mouth. How could she stand there,
so.. confident about her team? So certain of where she stood? I
envied that confidence of place. Part of me knew these words were
more than she had deserved, harsher, backed with an old anger she
had not sought to provoke, hadn't known about. The words came out,
cascading like a waterfall. " and you're wasting your time trying to
protect them. Not me. I've got better things to do."
Defending people... he was fairly certain he had done that
once. In his bones, he was certain of it - the same bones that were
now metal. Had defending people somehow brought him to the
attention of the dead eyed men in lab coats who had done this to
him? No dwelling on the past - focus on something in the present.
Go find Marie, that's the present. Stop Magneto - that's the
present. Magneto - he hadn't been quite what I'd expected. he'd
been an old man... with dead grey eyes that showed no emotion, no
concern that he'd terrified a train car full of people. I'd felt his
power humming in my bones as he'd held me in the air with his will
alone.
" You know, Magneto's right. A war's coming. Are you sure you're
on the right side?" There was always a war coming, but this was
different somehow. The man with dead grey eyes and the power to
peel open train cars with a gesture would see to that. Logan was
uncertain about most of his life, but he knew war wasn't a new thing,
and that he'd been involved with war before.
"At least I've chosen a side."
Her voice was strong, confident. She had no doubt in her that
she was where she wanted to be right now. Dear God, had I ever been
so assured of where I stood in the world? Now, I'm thinking to many
thoughts. The breath left me at once, almost explosively. Gotta get
out of here before talking with her and her scent of sandalwood and
rain turn me into putty in her elegant hands...
I turn and walk to the door. I am distantly aware of a new scent,
from the door. It smells of fear, and confusion. A man, and sweaty
clothing, and the sand and salt scent of the beach, and something
else...a sickness inside. That should have prepared me, but the man
who swayed and collapsed against me when I opened the door was a
surprise.
end part 2. End Confrontations - Logan.
author: Lucinda
rating: PG 13 - a bad word.
disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics & Fox movies.
distribution: want it? keep my name with it & you can have it.
summary: the discussion after Marie was abducted at the train
station.
He has her. At least I know what a Magneto is now. I could feel
my pulse hammering at my temples, my teech clenched together. The
sight of him - an old man, actually. Hard grey eyes looking at me
from under grey eyebrows as he held me in the air before him - my
bones humming with his power. She had been sitting in a seat behind
me, terrified. I could smell her fear, the fear of everyone in the
train car. The indifference of the man in front of me. He had
caused terror in so many people, and I couldn't see or smell any
sign that he cared at all. Made me so mad I could see red.
Calm down, splash some water on my face. It doesn't change what
has happened...Magneto took Marie. Took her to use in his damn
plans. Some machine... I can't just wait here while Xavier's being
shocked that he was wrong.
I know he's upset - can almost taste his dismay at being wrong
about this. Doesn't bring Marie back..... I failed her.... I find
myself practically growling at Xavier as I leave the room. This
whole setup he's got...it's not bringing her back. He's too busy
being upset to try his mind-search thing.
Nobody seems to be doing anything other than be upset.. and
feeling guilty. Scott's pretty upset over blowing the roof off the
train station. Yeah, it was a hole in the roof...but he's feeling
guilty that his eye beams did it. Guess I can see his point,
actually.
Hell, if they are all to busy feeling things, I'll just have to
go find Marie myself.
end part 1.
Out of the Professor's study...getting to be full of guilt and
confusion, and my own frustrated anger and fear. Marie is in
danger.. gives me something to focus on besides sitting around
feeling things and listening to the rain outside. The stairs are
better, smelling of floor cleaner and furniture polish, faint scents
of the students. There are no potent emotions scenting this area.
I have already started towards the door when I hear her voice
behind me. " Logan! You can't do this alone." I can smell her
presence...sandalwood, rain, concern, and woman. Somethings's
bothering her...more than just Marie. She doesn't want me to do this
alone? That brings up a mess of feelings inside, welling up strong
and tangled, and dripping with almost memory.
" Who's gonna help me? You? You've all done a bang up job so
far." Old habits striking now... she makes me feel..too many things.
She wants me to stay. I have to admit, the idea has some advantages
and I am tempted. But that would mean I'd be staying where people
could find out. Find out? They already know I'm not like everyone
else. Neither are they.
"Then help us. Fight with us."
She was persistant, and I could smell her determination. Her
words seemed to echo in my head, and as they echoed, they picked up
another voice. A man's voice - tenor, maybe forty... little bit of
an accent, lot of authority. The faint shadows of memory clinging to
the echo of the man's voice were bad.
"Fight with you? Join the team - be an X-Man?" she offered a
place to belong... something part of me desparately wanted. But,
everything has a price, and some prices are to high. What price to
be an X-Man? an ex-man, somebody whose life has been stolen, someone
who doesn't exist as more than a walking shadow.. I could feel
myself starting to sink into unhappy reflections of the past.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're a mutant. the whole
world is filled with people who hate and fear you," I couldn't quite
stop the words flowing from my mouth. How could she stand there,
so.. confident about her team? So certain of where she stood? I
envied that confidence of place. Part of me knew these words were
more than she had deserved, harsher, backed with an old anger she
had not sought to provoke, hadn't known about. The words came out,
cascading like a waterfall. " and you're wasting your time trying to
protect them. Not me. I've got better things to do."
Defending people... he was fairly certain he had done that
once. In his bones, he was certain of it - the same bones that were
now metal. Had defending people somehow brought him to the
attention of the dead eyed men in lab coats who had done this to
him? No dwelling on the past - focus on something in the present.
Go find Marie, that's the present. Stop Magneto - that's the
present. Magneto - he hadn't been quite what I'd expected. he'd
been an old man... with dead grey eyes that showed no emotion, no
concern that he'd terrified a train car full of people. I'd felt his
power humming in my bones as he'd held me in the air with his will
alone.
" You know, Magneto's right. A war's coming. Are you sure you're
on the right side?" There was always a war coming, but this was
different somehow. The man with dead grey eyes and the power to
peel open train cars with a gesture would see to that. Logan was
uncertain about most of his life, but he knew war wasn't a new thing,
and that he'd been involved with war before.
"At least I've chosen a side."
Her voice was strong, confident. She had no doubt in her that
she was where she wanted to be right now. Dear God, had I ever been
so assured of where I stood in the world? Now, I'm thinking to many
thoughts. The breath left me at once, almost explosively. Gotta get
out of here before talking with her and her scent of sandalwood and
rain turn me into putty in her elegant hands...
I turn and walk to the door. I am distantly aware of a new scent,
from the door. It smells of fear, and confusion. A man, and sweaty
clothing, and the sand and salt scent of the beach, and something
else...a sickness inside. That should have prepared me, but the man
who swayed and collapsed against me when I opened the door was a
surprise.
end part 2. End Confrontations - Logan.