"Well, when you left," Marie began, her voice light with excitement, "it was three days after the statue thing. I didn't wanna bother you with the nightmares, so . . ."
"Back up a second, babe, what nightmares," Logan was confused, and he feared the worst. Marie just looked at him as if he were a train and she were a doe in its tracks.
"I....I..." she stumbled over the words, unable to describe what she went through. "They were your nightmares," she finally whispered, as Logan pulled her closer. "Logan, I could hurt you!" fear shone brightly in her eyes as she tried to pull away.
"I got all my clothes on, and I won't let you hurt me," he whispered in her hair, sending chills down her spine. "Now what about those nightmares?" He asked as he pulled her to him again.
"I had your nightmares, but they didn't start until the night after the statue. They... well, because i had your memories, i could identify the nightmares as yours, as they had the Champaign drinking dude and the table and stuff in them," she paused when she looked at a very angry looking Logan. His expression changed when he looked at her, changing for a brief moment into...desire perhaps. For me? Marie asked her self. She shook her own dreams away and resumed her tale. "But when you left, and gave me your dog tags, the dreams were less, physically painful," Marie spoke softly and thoughtfully, "Before, I would wake up with a scream dieing in my throat, a painful tingling in my hands, and the desire to kill someone..." she trailed off as a very, very angry Logan rolled out of the bed and thrust his admantium claws into the floor time and time again, all the while letting out a stream of curses in many different languages. "Logan?" she whispered, afraid she had done something.
"it wasn't you, darlin' " he explained as he smelled her fear, "but I failed to protect you," came out as a choked whisper as he slowly climbed back into the bed, inviting Marie to join him. "I'll refrain from destroying' anything else till you're done, k darlin' ?" When Marie nodded an affirmative, he relaxed again.
"Well, anyway, I found that your dog tags banished the pain, but not anything else. So i kept having nightmares, and then one morning, I awoke from a really bad one and i was screaming while Jean was trying to take my temperature, in the med lab. I had been out for a few days. Jean kept me down there for a while, and when i left, gave me some of your old clothes, the ones you left behind. So i took to wearing them to bed. That helped considerable, as the nightmares became less real, but still there. A year after you left, to the day, I woke up in your room. I've slept here ever since, and have had very few nightmares," Marie finished her tale as Logan was gently brushing her (Marie's) hair. Logan was deep in thought when he felt something distinctly metallic pressed into his gloved hand. He looked down to see his dog tags.
"No, Marie," he sighed with a chuckle. "They belong here," he whispered as he slipped them back around her neck. The look of peace and joy that came over her face was worth a million of her gentle and soft 'thank you's that followed. Logan didn't respond, as Marie was sleeping like an angel in his arms. "I love you Marie," he whispered the words that he would never have uttered around a fully conscious Marie, for fear of rejection. Thus he was surprised when he heard a slight "You too," come from the angles lips. Logan was very happy.
"That's so cute," Jean and Scott muttered at the same time, after watching the whole dog tag scene.
"What, who?" Logan yelped as he laid eyes on a very pregnant Dr. Jean Grey and a very smug Scott Summers. "Oh you two are in for it now..." he growled.
"Back up a second, babe, what nightmares," Logan was confused, and he feared the worst. Marie just looked at him as if he were a train and she were a doe in its tracks.
"I....I..." she stumbled over the words, unable to describe what she went through. "They were your nightmares," she finally whispered, as Logan pulled her closer. "Logan, I could hurt you!" fear shone brightly in her eyes as she tried to pull away.
"I got all my clothes on, and I won't let you hurt me," he whispered in her hair, sending chills down her spine. "Now what about those nightmares?" He asked as he pulled her to him again.
"I had your nightmares, but they didn't start until the night after the statue. They... well, because i had your memories, i could identify the nightmares as yours, as they had the Champaign drinking dude and the table and stuff in them," she paused when she looked at a very angry looking Logan. His expression changed when he looked at her, changing for a brief moment into...desire perhaps. For me? Marie asked her self. She shook her own dreams away and resumed her tale. "But when you left, and gave me your dog tags, the dreams were less, physically painful," Marie spoke softly and thoughtfully, "Before, I would wake up with a scream dieing in my throat, a painful tingling in my hands, and the desire to kill someone..." she trailed off as a very, very angry Logan rolled out of the bed and thrust his admantium claws into the floor time and time again, all the while letting out a stream of curses in many different languages. "Logan?" she whispered, afraid she had done something.
"it wasn't you, darlin' " he explained as he smelled her fear, "but I failed to protect you," came out as a choked whisper as he slowly climbed back into the bed, inviting Marie to join him. "I'll refrain from destroying' anything else till you're done, k darlin' ?" When Marie nodded an affirmative, he relaxed again.
"Well, anyway, I found that your dog tags banished the pain, but not anything else. So i kept having nightmares, and then one morning, I awoke from a really bad one and i was screaming while Jean was trying to take my temperature, in the med lab. I had been out for a few days. Jean kept me down there for a while, and when i left, gave me some of your old clothes, the ones you left behind. So i took to wearing them to bed. That helped considerable, as the nightmares became less real, but still there. A year after you left, to the day, I woke up in your room. I've slept here ever since, and have had very few nightmares," Marie finished her tale as Logan was gently brushing her (Marie's) hair. Logan was deep in thought when he felt something distinctly metallic pressed into his gloved hand. He looked down to see his dog tags.
"No, Marie," he sighed with a chuckle. "They belong here," he whispered as he slipped them back around her neck. The look of peace and joy that came over her face was worth a million of her gentle and soft 'thank you's that followed. Logan didn't respond, as Marie was sleeping like an angel in his arms. "I love you Marie," he whispered the words that he would never have uttered around a fully conscious Marie, for fear of rejection. Thus he was surprised when he heard a slight "You too," come from the angles lips. Logan was very happy.
"That's so cute," Jean and Scott muttered at the same time, after watching the whole dog tag scene.
"What, who?" Logan yelped as he laid eyes on a very pregnant Dr. Jean Grey and a very smug Scott Summers. "Oh you two are in for it now..." he growled.
