Title: All That She Wants
Author: Imerald [darkragesgirl@hotmail.com]
Rating: R
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.
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Chapter 5
No Need for Explanations
Logan hadn't seen Chloe play at all during the game. He moved closer to the bench where
the players sat. Chloe was sitting there with her back turned to him. He banged on the plexiglass
with a hand and Chloe turned around, her eyes going wide when she saw him. The coach yelled a
line-up and Chloe turned back around as she heard her number being called. She grabbed her
hockey stick and hopped over the wall, skating out onto the rink. Logan growled and watched her
play. For once in his life he wished that the damned game would end. The time went slowly as the
clock counted down. The final buzzer finally went off and the arena went wild. People whistled
and cheered as most of the players went onto the ice, congratulating their undefeated teamates.
Chloe was already off the ice and Logan had a good idea where he could find her. He walked
briskly to the alleyway and was suprised to see Chloe already there.
Chloe was dressed in a t-shirt and some jean shorts. She saw Logan and growled, her
helmet soaring across the space between them, "You fucking asshole!" Logan dodged the helmet
and thought She doesn't seem to be happy with me.
He might have been The Wolverine, but he knew not to mess with a hockey player,
especially a pissed off female one. Logan put his hands up defensively, "Hey, that's not a bery nice
way os saying 'Hey' darlin'." Chloe stormed over to him and pulled her arm back and punched him
in the face, knocking him on his ass. He rubbed his jaw, Damn, no wonder most of the guys
don't try and pick fights with her. Chloe finally stopped being angry after relieving her stress on
him and she started to cry. She fell to her knees beside him. Logan wasn't sure if he should touch
her or not. "Hold me, damnit", she said through her tears.
Logan pulled her to him and held her, he knew that somehow he had to get her to talk to
him."Sssshhh...tell me what's wrong." Chloe tried to to speak, but her throat tightened as she
sobbed into his chest. Logan rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. She finally stopped crying
and spoke softly, "Logan, I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. I can't tell my coach, he'll make
me stop playing." She looked at him, her eyes pleading with his, "Logan", she said softly in his
ear, "Marry me? Please?"
His throat tightened and he didn't know what to say. He was married to Marie, he loved
Marie. "I can't", he finally told her.
"Why?"
He looked at her and he knew he was fixing to get the shit beat out of him, but thank God for his
healing factor. "Well, Chloe", he paused before spilling his guts, "I'm married."
He was then beaten mercilessly.
*ONE WEEK LATER*
Logan hadn't said anything ot Marie about Chloe. He was lounged out on the couch, a
cigar in his hand. Marie was in the kitchen studying for her finals. He took a drag off of his cigar
and flipped through the channels on the tube. He stopped on the local news and the light in the
kitchen was turned off. Marie sat beside him on the couch, lightly rubbing the hair on his arm that
he had put around her. The weatherman introduced the sportscaster and he started to announce
the hockey scores for the night.
"This just in, Chloe LeCroix has been injured in the Sabres/Redwings game. Doctors have told the
press she has been released with a few broken ribs, and get this people, she has also had a
miscarriage. We are now going to go to live footage where LeCroix is coming out of the
hopistal."
"Oh my, Why would anyone try an' play hockey while they're pregnant?", Marie asked.
Logan grunted, "Dunno babe."
The screen flashed to a live image of Chloe walking out of a hospital. She looked extremely
pissed off, yet she was still pale white. Logan could hear the reporters asking questions about the
father and his body heat began to rise. Chloe looked straight into the camera and started to speak.
"His name is L-", she was cut short as a gunshot was heard and she clasped her stomach, blood
splashing up onto the camera lens. A hand was seen wiping off the lens and an image of a dead
Chloe going into convulsions with medics around her. Reporters had scattered everywhere, the
scene was complete chaos. The camera panned from side to side until the dark figure was seen
running away into the shadows of the night.
"Oh mah gawd, Logan!", Marie said, "That poor woman, she lost her baby and nobody knows
who the daddy is! Maybe the person who killed her was the father, ya think?"
Marie, shut the hell up "Prolly so, darlin. Prolly so."
Author: Imerald [darkragesgirl@hotmail.com]
Rating: R
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.
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Chapter 5
No Need for Explanations
Logan hadn't seen Chloe play at all during the game. He moved closer to the bench where
the players sat. Chloe was sitting there with her back turned to him. He banged on the plexiglass
with a hand and Chloe turned around, her eyes going wide when she saw him. The coach yelled a
line-up and Chloe turned back around as she heard her number being called. She grabbed her
hockey stick and hopped over the wall, skating out onto the rink. Logan growled and watched her
play. For once in his life he wished that the damned game would end. The time went slowly as the
clock counted down. The final buzzer finally went off and the arena went wild. People whistled
and cheered as most of the players went onto the ice, congratulating their undefeated teamates.
Chloe was already off the ice and Logan had a good idea where he could find her. He walked
briskly to the alleyway and was suprised to see Chloe already there.
Chloe was dressed in a t-shirt and some jean shorts. She saw Logan and growled, her
helmet soaring across the space between them, "You fucking asshole!" Logan dodged the helmet
and thought She doesn't seem to be happy with me.
He might have been The Wolverine, but he knew not to mess with a hockey player,
especially a pissed off female one. Logan put his hands up defensively, "Hey, that's not a bery nice
way os saying 'Hey' darlin'." Chloe stormed over to him and pulled her arm back and punched him
in the face, knocking him on his ass. He rubbed his jaw, Damn, no wonder most of the guys
don't try and pick fights with her. Chloe finally stopped being angry after relieving her stress on
him and she started to cry. She fell to her knees beside him. Logan wasn't sure if he should touch
her or not. "Hold me, damnit", she said through her tears.
Logan pulled her to him and held her, he knew that somehow he had to get her to talk to
him."Sssshhh...tell me what's wrong." Chloe tried to to speak, but her throat tightened as she
sobbed into his chest. Logan rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. She finally stopped crying
and spoke softly, "Logan, I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. I can't tell my coach, he'll make
me stop playing." She looked at him, her eyes pleading with his, "Logan", she said softly in his
ear, "Marry me? Please?"
His throat tightened and he didn't know what to say. He was married to Marie, he loved
Marie. "I can't", he finally told her.
"Why?"
He looked at her and he knew he was fixing to get the shit beat out of him, but thank God for his
healing factor. "Well, Chloe", he paused before spilling his guts, "I'm married."
He was then beaten mercilessly.
*ONE WEEK LATER*
Logan hadn't said anything ot Marie about Chloe. He was lounged out on the couch, a
cigar in his hand. Marie was in the kitchen studying for her finals. He took a drag off of his cigar
and flipped through the channels on the tube. He stopped on the local news and the light in the
kitchen was turned off. Marie sat beside him on the couch, lightly rubbing the hair on his arm that
he had put around her. The weatherman introduced the sportscaster and he started to announce
the hockey scores for the night.
"This just in, Chloe LeCroix has been injured in the Sabres/Redwings game. Doctors have told the
press she has been released with a few broken ribs, and get this people, she has also had a
miscarriage. We are now going to go to live footage where LeCroix is coming out of the
hopistal."
"Oh my, Why would anyone try an' play hockey while they're pregnant?", Marie asked.
Logan grunted, "Dunno babe."
The screen flashed to a live image of Chloe walking out of a hospital. She looked extremely
pissed off, yet she was still pale white. Logan could hear the reporters asking questions about the
father and his body heat began to rise. Chloe looked straight into the camera and started to speak.
"His name is L-", she was cut short as a gunshot was heard and she clasped her stomach, blood
splashing up onto the camera lens. A hand was seen wiping off the lens and an image of a dead
Chloe going into convulsions with medics around her. Reporters had scattered everywhere, the
scene was complete chaos. The camera panned from side to side until the dark figure was seen
running away into the shadows of the night.
"Oh mah gawd, Logan!", Marie said, "That poor woman, she lost her baby and nobody knows
who the daddy is! Maybe the person who killed her was the father, ya think?"
Marie, shut the hell up "Prolly so, darlin. Prolly so."