Title: All That She Wants
Author: Imerald [darkragesgirl@hotmail.com]
Summary: Marie feels that something is missing in her married life.
Rating: R! Due to foul language.
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights. I don't own any of the rights to Ace of Base either.
Archive: If you want my fic, contact me and I'd be more than happy to let you put it on your site!
Feedback: Please? This is my fist X-Men story.
Author's Note: I wanted to tell Khaki and Victoria P. that they have been the ones to inspire me to write my first X-Men fic. :) Thanks guys! Also, I wanted to tell Sara thanks for introducing this awesome site to me!
Notes: Someone commented on their review how old Rogue was. She's somewhere in her twenties. Logan still looks the same since he has that slow age thing going on with him.
Chapter 2
******
Logan slept on the couch that night. He loved his wife, but was afraid he'd end up making love to her. He didn't want her to think he changed his mind about the baby. "No. No baby.", He muttered to himself. He rolled over on the couch, grumbling. He just wasn't ready for a kid and he didn't think Marie had the time. She had a future. She didn't need a kid to stop her from her goals in life.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to find a note:
Logan,
Went shopping with the girls. Be back shortly.
Love,
Me
He sighed and got up, grabbing a shirt and putting it on. He grinned, knowing he was gonna surprise Marie tonight. Forget a baby. She just needed a dog.
******
Logan wrinkled his nose. Damn they stink. I don't know if I want one of these. I'd rather have this than a kid, though
He looked in the cages. Too hairy, too ugly. That's a dog? He snorted and continued to search. He saw a little dog with long, floppy ears. Hmmm, he's kinda cute
"Hey you. I wanna look at that dog."
The guy nodded and got the dog out of its tiny kennel. "This is a Basset Hound. He's about three months old."
Logan grumbled and took the pup from his hands and looked into its eyes. "God, you're a pathetic excuse for a dog. Marie will love you though."
He grumbled when he saw the price for the dog, reluctantly he paid for the dog. He looked at the clumsy little mutt, the corners of his mouth almost curling into a smile. He cleared his throat, "Dumb dog." The dog looked up at him and wagged his little tail, tripping over a droopy ear as he did so.
******
Marie sat on the bed, sighing softly as she did so. She had seen so many mothers with their babies. She went into a maternity store and just stared at the clothing. It was bad. She really needed to try to talk to Logan, or decide to do the worst. She heard the door open and then Logan shushing someone. He poked his head in and grinned at her.
"Hey darlin'."
"Hey. Who ya shushin'?"
Logan grinned, "No one. I just wanted to introduce you to someone."
Marie raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was up to. "Who is it?"
Logan reached down and picked up the cutest little floppy-eared dog you have ever seen. His eyes were pools of chocolate and his face was that of an angel.
"Oh, Logan! He's so precious!"
He beamed, "I got him for ya today, I figured it would get your mind outta the whole baby thing."
Marie smiled, knowing what she was going to have to do. "Thank you Logan, I think you've changed my mind."
"So what are you going to name him?"
"I don't know . . . What does he look like to you?"
"Uhhhh . . . Droopy?"
Marie laughed, "No. That's too original. Are you sure it's a him?"
Logan nodded, "Pretty sure, but I haven't checked."
Marie smiled and lifted the dog's leg, "Logan, honey, are you blind? That pup is a girl."
Logan laughed and ran his fingers through Marie's hair. "Okay. What are you going to name HER?"
"How 'bout Sugah?"
"All right."
******
It had been a few months since Marie had mentioned anything about a baby to Logan. He was happy. He figured that the whole dog scheme had worked and the baby thing wouldn't be mentioned for a while. He puffed his cigar as he trudged up the stairs to their apartment. He flung the door open, looking for his beautiful wife. He was horny and wanting some action. Instead, he found Sugar, on the bed and a ripped up leather jacket on the floor.
"You fuckin' little whore."
*SHTUCK* His claws came out and it was too late. He didn't even realize he had killed the mutt, until Marie came in and screamed.
"SUGAH! OH MY GOD!"
Logan dropped the dog on the floor where it went into convulsions and finally died. Marie fell to the floor beside her beloved pet.
"Marie. I'm so sorry, darlin'."
"Get out . . . "
"Wha?"
"I said. GET OUT!"
Logan snorted and stormed out of the apartment. He jumped on his bike and went to the local bar. "God damn dog," he muttered to himself. He walked into the smoke-filled room, occupied by burly men in biker outfits. Logan sat down and ordered a drink. He wallowed in his own self-pity while downing several drinks. He left the bar and hopped on his bike, riding to the hockey game. He sat close to the ice, no one usually bothered him if he took their seat. He silently watched the game, venting from being thrown out of his own house. He watched the players chase the puck and then slam one another into the walls.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please keep your eyes on number 19, Chloe LeCroix!"
For some reason that name seemed somewhat familiar. He watched the number skate by him, still trying to remember. A whistle blew. Icing. He always hated that stupid rule. He continued to watch number 19, entranced by whom she was and why she seemed so familiar. She looked his way and those eyes . . . The fiery, gray eyes. He had seen them before. He scored with her. That's what it was. Right in an alleyway after a hockey game. She was good. He growled as she made eye contact with him. God, he was horny.
During intermission he received a note. He opened it and his lips curled into a smirk.
Logan,
Meet me in the alleyway after the game.
-Chloe
He grinned and folded the note up. The booze had gotten to him and he had to get laid tonight. Marie wouldn't find out.
WHAT IS HE GONNA DO?!
darkragesgirl@hotmail.com
Author: Imerald [darkragesgirl@hotmail.com]
Summary: Marie feels that something is missing in her married life.
Rating: R! Due to foul language.
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights. I don't own any of the rights to Ace of Base either.
Archive: If you want my fic, contact me and I'd be more than happy to let you put it on your site!
Feedback: Please? This is my fist X-Men story.
Author's Note: I wanted to tell Khaki and Victoria P. that they have been the ones to inspire me to write my first X-Men fic. :) Thanks guys! Also, I wanted to tell Sara thanks for introducing this awesome site to me!
Notes: Someone commented on their review how old Rogue was. She's somewhere in her twenties. Logan still looks the same since he has that slow age thing going on with him.
Chapter 2
******
Logan slept on the couch that night. He loved his wife, but was afraid he'd end up making love to her. He didn't want her to think he changed his mind about the baby. "No. No baby.", He muttered to himself. He rolled over on the couch, grumbling. He just wasn't ready for a kid and he didn't think Marie had the time. She had a future. She didn't need a kid to stop her from her goals in life.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to find a note:
Logan,
Went shopping with the girls. Be back shortly.
Love,
Me
He sighed and got up, grabbing a shirt and putting it on. He grinned, knowing he was gonna surprise Marie tonight. Forget a baby. She just needed a dog.
******
Logan wrinkled his nose. Damn they stink. I don't know if I want one of these. I'd rather have this than a kid, though
He looked in the cages. Too hairy, too ugly. That's a dog? He snorted and continued to search. He saw a little dog with long, floppy ears. Hmmm, he's kinda cute
"Hey you. I wanna look at that dog."
The guy nodded and got the dog out of its tiny kennel. "This is a Basset Hound. He's about three months old."
Logan grumbled and took the pup from his hands and looked into its eyes. "God, you're a pathetic excuse for a dog. Marie will love you though."
He grumbled when he saw the price for the dog, reluctantly he paid for the dog. He looked at the clumsy little mutt, the corners of his mouth almost curling into a smile. He cleared his throat, "Dumb dog." The dog looked up at him and wagged his little tail, tripping over a droopy ear as he did so.
******
Marie sat on the bed, sighing softly as she did so. She had seen so many mothers with their babies. She went into a maternity store and just stared at the clothing. It was bad. She really needed to try to talk to Logan, or decide to do the worst. She heard the door open and then Logan shushing someone. He poked his head in and grinned at her.
"Hey darlin'."
"Hey. Who ya shushin'?"
Logan grinned, "No one. I just wanted to introduce you to someone."
Marie raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was up to. "Who is it?"
Logan reached down and picked up the cutest little floppy-eared dog you have ever seen. His eyes were pools of chocolate and his face was that of an angel.
"Oh, Logan! He's so precious!"
He beamed, "I got him for ya today, I figured it would get your mind outta the whole baby thing."
Marie smiled, knowing what she was going to have to do. "Thank you Logan, I think you've changed my mind."
"So what are you going to name him?"
"I don't know . . . What does he look like to you?"
"Uhhhh . . . Droopy?"
Marie laughed, "No. That's too original. Are you sure it's a him?"
Logan nodded, "Pretty sure, but I haven't checked."
Marie smiled and lifted the dog's leg, "Logan, honey, are you blind? That pup is a girl."
Logan laughed and ran his fingers through Marie's hair. "Okay. What are you going to name HER?"
"How 'bout Sugah?"
"All right."
******
It had been a few months since Marie had mentioned anything about a baby to Logan. He was happy. He figured that the whole dog scheme had worked and the baby thing wouldn't be mentioned for a while. He puffed his cigar as he trudged up the stairs to their apartment. He flung the door open, looking for his beautiful wife. He was horny and wanting some action. Instead, he found Sugar, on the bed and a ripped up leather jacket on the floor.
"You fuckin' little whore."
*SHTUCK* His claws came out and it was too late. He didn't even realize he had killed the mutt, until Marie came in and screamed.
"SUGAH! OH MY GOD!"
Logan dropped the dog on the floor where it went into convulsions and finally died. Marie fell to the floor beside her beloved pet.
"Marie. I'm so sorry, darlin'."
"Get out . . . "
"Wha?"
"I said. GET OUT!"
Logan snorted and stormed out of the apartment. He jumped on his bike and went to the local bar. "God damn dog," he muttered to himself. He walked into the smoke-filled room, occupied by burly men in biker outfits. Logan sat down and ordered a drink. He wallowed in his own self-pity while downing several drinks. He left the bar and hopped on his bike, riding to the hockey game. He sat close to the ice, no one usually bothered him if he took their seat. He silently watched the game, venting from being thrown out of his own house. He watched the players chase the puck and then slam one another into the walls.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please keep your eyes on number 19, Chloe LeCroix!"
For some reason that name seemed somewhat familiar. He watched the number skate by him, still trying to remember. A whistle blew. Icing. He always hated that stupid rule. He continued to watch number 19, entranced by whom she was and why she seemed so familiar. She looked his way and those eyes . . . The fiery, gray eyes. He had seen them before. He scored with her. That's what it was. Right in an alleyway after a hockey game. She was good. He growled as she made eye contact with him. God, he was horny.
During intermission he received a note. He opened it and his lips curled into a smirk.
Logan,
Meet me in the alleyway after the game.
-Chloe
He grinned and folded the note up. The booze had gotten to him and he had to get laid tonight. Marie wouldn't find out.
WHAT IS HE GONNA DO?!
darkragesgirl@hotmail.com