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And for those of you who think I'm too stupid to write this, don't bother reading further. If you don't like it, don't read it!! There's a reason it's called FAN FICTION!!!
Thanks again, those of you who enjoy this story. I've had a ball writing it! (About Jean and Scott's wedding, I know the ceremony seemed a little strange, but I got the ceremony out of a wedding vows book my sister bought for something she was doing.)
~ Part Eight ~
By the time Jean and Hank had finished taking her vitals and running tests on her, Mickey was exhausted. She begged them to leave her be so she could get some sleep. They agreed and left her alone. The moment her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
A squeaking chair caused her to stir. Mickey groaned and opened one eye, then both as she saw Logan sitting in a chair near her. She studied him in the dark for several minutes. She didn't understand why she was thinking so very clearly while she'd only gotten a few hours rest. She'd come to a realization she hadn't been ready to face before now.
Logan watched Mickey in the very dim light of the infirmary. With his keen eyesight he could make out every line of her face. Even the tear that slid down her cheek. His heart constricted as he saw her reach up and brush it away as though it had no purpose. "What's on your mind, Darlin'?"
She jumped, and looked at him, not realizing that he was awake. She released a breath, as he came closer. Reaching up she turned the little lamp on, and sat up. Logan automatically reached to prop up her pillows behind her. She smiled at the sincere gesture. "I know this is going to sound crazy to you, but please hear me out."
"All right."
Mickey told Logan about what she'd seen when she died. He stared at her. "I told you it would sound crazy."
His hand covered hers. "After the last twelve hours I'll believe anything."
She looked at his hand, and then at him. Would he really believe anything? How could she tell him? She met his gaze searching for any sign of the same emotion she was about to spill. "I . . . I need to get out of here."
Mickey dressed quickly in jeans and a tee shirt, and Logan took her out to the garden. She was a little shaky on her feet, but he gave her his arm to steady her. They walked in silence for a few moments, until she stopped and turned to look at him. "Back at the cabin, the morning when-"
"What about it," he asked studying her.
"You asked me what I wished."
He scoffed slightly wondering why she was bringing that up now. "Yeah. You changed the subject on me."
She nodded. "I didn't quite understand what I was wishing for. I . . ."
His eyes searched hers with caution while his heart pounded in his chest. He took a step closing the distance between them. Sliding one arm around her waist he lowered his lips to hers. Logan lost himself in that kiss. Kissing this woman with everything that he had, he made himself vulnerable to her as he never had anyone else before.
Mickey pulled away stunned breathless. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was staring at her, waiting for her response. A smile curved the corners of her lips as she touched his. "I feel guilty."
"For," he asked against her fingers and around the lump in his throat.
"Not loving Scott anymore."
He could hear his own heart thundering in his chest, and feared she'd realize how vulnerable he was to her. "What changed?"
She ran her fingers over his cheekbone, then met his hazel gaze. "When I wasn't looking someone else swept me off my feet."
He swallowed hard. "Who might that have been?"
She released a nervous breath. "A rather fuzzy old man that goes by the name Logan . . . or Wolverine."
He ran his fingers over her smooth skin, before kissing her again.
Mickey's arms rose to circle his neck, as she returned his passionate and loving kiss. She was breathless when she finally pulled away from him. Tears filled her eyes, and she laid her head against his shoulder.
Logan held her close, and breathed into her hair. "I love you."
She caught and held her breath. Though she'd known it, it sent joy through her to hear him say so. "I love you too, Logan."
Logan pulled away from her, though he wanted to hold her. He stared into her brown eyes. "I don't have much to offer you, not even a real name; just the clothes on my back, which I'll willingly give, if you'd have me, Mickey. What I'm trying to say is that . . . I never knew this would be so nerve wracking . . . I'd love to be your husband."
She smiled, not as surprised as she could have been. "I would like nothing more than to be your wife."
He grinned and kissed her again.
~ ~ ~
Scott's first stop the following morning was the infirmary to check on Mickey. To his surprise she wasn't there. He stared at the empty bed before starting to search for her. He could hardly believe that she'd run off again, that just wasn't like her at all. As he reached the stairs, Jean was on her way down and stopped him. "What's wrong, Scott?"
He looked at her. "I can't find Mickey."
Jean stared at him, then began to concentrate. "She's in the kitchen . . . With Logan."
The two looked at one another and went to the kitchen to see what was going on. Neither Jean nor Hank had given her a clean bill of health . . . yet. As they entered the room, they found Mickey sitting at the table opposite Logan, each with a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll. They were staring at one another, as if they were in a trance or something.
"Good morning," Scott said.
" 'Morning, Cyclops," Logan said, and lifted the mug to his lips.
"There's fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven and hot coffee in the pot," Mickey said.
"You're not supposed to be out of bed yet," Jean said.
She looked up at Jean. "I didn't cook. I just sat here and supervised. I couldn't stay in that bed any longer."
Jean nodded. There was something different about the two people sitting in front of her. "What's going on here?"
"What do you mean," Logan asked innocently.
Mickey lifted her coffee cup to her lips. It was then that Scott noticed a ring of some kind circling her left ring finger. He moved closer studying the ring. "What's wrong, Scott? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Scott looked at her. "That ring."
Mickey looked at the ring, it was nothing more than a simple braided string that she'd tied around her finger. She looked up at him. "What about it? It's string."
"On your ring finger," Jean asked incredulously. "Why would you put something on that finger when you're not engaged or married."
Mickey could feel Logan's stare and looked up at him, just as he was saying, "Who says she ain't?"
Scott lost the feeling in his hand and dropped his coffee cup on the floor, causing it to shatter on impact. His heart skipped several beats as he stared at them. "Come again?"
Logan turned and looked at him. His gaze never wavering. "Who says she isn't?"
"Scott," Jean said softly, touching his arm.
He looked at her, then back at Mickey and Logan. "You two were married?"
"The happy couple is waiting for Hank and Jean to finish their exams and pronounce the bride to be as healthy," Xavier said from the doorway. He wheeled into the kitchen and looked right at Mickey. "I've booked you an appointment with a very prestigious bridal shop this afternoon for a fitting and that kind of thing."
"Thank you, Professor."
"Logan, you have an appointment with the tailor at 1:30. Please control yourself. We needn't draw anymore attention to the school than necessary." Logan shrugged, and Xavier continued. "I've contacted a caterer as well as a woman known as The Cake Lady. She specializes in wedding cakes. She has agreed to make the cake of your choice. I'm sure the children can do the decorating. Oh, yes, and Kurt has agreed to perform the ceremony."
"Is he legal," Logan demanded.
Xavier smiled. "Yes. Kurt is an ordained minister, and has been for five years now. He has a place of refuge in Austria where he learned everything he needed to know. I think that just about covers everything."
"Sounds right to me," Logan said.
Mickey nodded. "Thank you, Professor Xavier. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
Xavier smiled. "No need, child. You two had best get ready for your appointments. I'll make the announcements to everyone."
"All right."
Scott stopped Mickey in the hall just outside of the kitchen. "You're seriously going to marry him?"
She studied him. "Yes. Why wouldn't I?"
"He's wild, and insane!"
Her posture stiffened as she looked at him. "And I'm in love with him, doesn't that count for anything?"
"You've known him all of a week, you can't be in love with him."
"Twelve days, and you're wrong. I am in love with him." She studied him, with all the affection of a sister to her brother. "I have never felt this way in my entire life. My heart is so full of joy it feels like it could burst at the seams. If there is a greater feeling, I'm almost afraid to experience it."
Scott stared at her. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
She smiled. "You don't have to worry about that."
~ ~ ~
Rogue stood with Logan at the elevator. He planned on taking Mickey to the bridal shop. "You're really going to marry her?"
Logan nodded. "Yeah. Why, don't you like her?"
"Ah don't really know her. She seems really nice and all, it's just not like you."
"You don't know what is or isn't like me, Kid. Nobody does!" When her shoulders dropped he met her gaze. "Listen, I've been alone a very long time, and I know that I can trust this woman. . . . I love her."
Rogue nodded. "Ah never thought that I'd hear you say anything about love. She has to be something. You never claimed to love Jean."
For some odd reason that felt like a slap in the face, but Logan couldn't get mad at her for it. "That's because I didn't love her. I wanted her."
Rogue smiled slightly. "Don't you 'want' Mickey?"
Logan arched a brow at her as if he were telling her that it wasn't her place to ask. "That goes without say. I've never known anyone like her in all of my life, and someone as special and rare as she is, even through amnesia I would remember!"
"Congratulations, Logan. I'm sure she'll make you very happy."
Logan watched her surprised by how low her voice had dropped when she'd said so. "Why don't I believe you?"
Rogue looked up meeting his gaze. "I meant what I said. It's just something to get used to, considering the past and all."
Logan was stunned for a moment. He hadn't forgotten, though he'd ignored, that he'd almost kissed her on the train just before she was kidnapped by Magneto. He nodded slowly, trying not to hurt her anymore than he already had. "You're a special kid, Rogue. And Bobby's very lucky."
Rogue smiled. "Thanks."
The elevator door opened and Mickey stood there with Hank, and Kurt. "It's just unreal, Michelle. I've never seen anything like this."
Mickey smiled. "I never said that it wasn't a miracle."
"What isn't," Logan asked as they stepped from the elevator.
Hank looked at him. "That she's alive. There is nothing physically wrong with her, except her diabetes, but that was there when she died."
Kurt smiled. "I have told you, this is a miracle. A real God made miracle."
"I'm starting to believe it," Hank said softly.
"It's time to go," Logan said.
"Mickey, would you mind if I tag along? I've always wanted to help with planning a wedding."
Mickey looked at Rogue and smiled. "Not at all. In fact I welcome the company."
"Let me tell, Bobby and I'll meet you outside."
"Hurry it up," Logan said and turned for the door with his arm around Mickey's shoulders. "You don't have to be overly nice. Nobody expects you to jump and be everyone's friend."
Mickey smiled and looked up at him. "I meant what I said, Logan. I don't have very many friends. It'll be nice to have a friend that I don't have to hide from."
And for those of you who think I'm too stupid to write this, don't bother reading further. If you don't like it, don't read it!! There's a reason it's called FAN FICTION!!!
Thanks again, those of you who enjoy this story. I've had a ball writing it! (About Jean and Scott's wedding, I know the ceremony seemed a little strange, but I got the ceremony out of a wedding vows book my sister bought for something she was doing.)
~ Part Eight ~
By the time Jean and Hank had finished taking her vitals and running tests on her, Mickey was exhausted. She begged them to leave her be so she could get some sleep. They agreed and left her alone. The moment her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
A squeaking chair caused her to stir. Mickey groaned and opened one eye, then both as she saw Logan sitting in a chair near her. She studied him in the dark for several minutes. She didn't understand why she was thinking so very clearly while she'd only gotten a few hours rest. She'd come to a realization she hadn't been ready to face before now.
Logan watched Mickey in the very dim light of the infirmary. With his keen eyesight he could make out every line of her face. Even the tear that slid down her cheek. His heart constricted as he saw her reach up and brush it away as though it had no purpose. "What's on your mind, Darlin'?"
She jumped, and looked at him, not realizing that he was awake. She released a breath, as he came closer. Reaching up she turned the little lamp on, and sat up. Logan automatically reached to prop up her pillows behind her. She smiled at the sincere gesture. "I know this is going to sound crazy to you, but please hear me out."
"All right."
Mickey told Logan about what she'd seen when she died. He stared at her. "I told you it would sound crazy."
His hand covered hers. "After the last twelve hours I'll believe anything."
She looked at his hand, and then at him. Would he really believe anything? How could she tell him? She met his gaze searching for any sign of the same emotion she was about to spill. "I . . . I need to get out of here."
Mickey dressed quickly in jeans and a tee shirt, and Logan took her out to the garden. She was a little shaky on her feet, but he gave her his arm to steady her. They walked in silence for a few moments, until she stopped and turned to look at him. "Back at the cabin, the morning when-"
"What about it," he asked studying her.
"You asked me what I wished."
He scoffed slightly wondering why she was bringing that up now. "Yeah. You changed the subject on me."
She nodded. "I didn't quite understand what I was wishing for. I . . ."
His eyes searched hers with caution while his heart pounded in his chest. He took a step closing the distance between them. Sliding one arm around her waist he lowered his lips to hers. Logan lost himself in that kiss. Kissing this woman with everything that he had, he made himself vulnerable to her as he never had anyone else before.
Mickey pulled away stunned breathless. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was staring at her, waiting for her response. A smile curved the corners of her lips as she touched his. "I feel guilty."
"For," he asked against her fingers and around the lump in his throat.
"Not loving Scott anymore."
He could hear his own heart thundering in his chest, and feared she'd realize how vulnerable he was to her. "What changed?"
She ran her fingers over his cheekbone, then met his hazel gaze. "When I wasn't looking someone else swept me off my feet."
He swallowed hard. "Who might that have been?"
She released a nervous breath. "A rather fuzzy old man that goes by the name Logan . . . or Wolverine."
He ran his fingers over her smooth skin, before kissing her again.
Mickey's arms rose to circle his neck, as she returned his passionate and loving kiss. She was breathless when she finally pulled away from him. Tears filled her eyes, and she laid her head against his shoulder.
Logan held her close, and breathed into her hair. "I love you."
She caught and held her breath. Though she'd known it, it sent joy through her to hear him say so. "I love you too, Logan."
Logan pulled away from her, though he wanted to hold her. He stared into her brown eyes. "I don't have much to offer you, not even a real name; just the clothes on my back, which I'll willingly give, if you'd have me, Mickey. What I'm trying to say is that . . . I never knew this would be so nerve wracking . . . I'd love to be your husband."
She smiled, not as surprised as she could have been. "I would like nothing more than to be your wife."
He grinned and kissed her again.
~ ~ ~
Scott's first stop the following morning was the infirmary to check on Mickey. To his surprise she wasn't there. He stared at the empty bed before starting to search for her. He could hardly believe that she'd run off again, that just wasn't like her at all. As he reached the stairs, Jean was on her way down and stopped him. "What's wrong, Scott?"
He looked at her. "I can't find Mickey."
Jean stared at him, then began to concentrate. "She's in the kitchen . . . With Logan."
The two looked at one another and went to the kitchen to see what was going on. Neither Jean nor Hank had given her a clean bill of health . . . yet. As they entered the room, they found Mickey sitting at the table opposite Logan, each with a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll. They were staring at one another, as if they were in a trance or something.
"Good morning," Scott said.
" 'Morning, Cyclops," Logan said, and lifted the mug to his lips.
"There's fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven and hot coffee in the pot," Mickey said.
"You're not supposed to be out of bed yet," Jean said.
She looked up at Jean. "I didn't cook. I just sat here and supervised. I couldn't stay in that bed any longer."
Jean nodded. There was something different about the two people sitting in front of her. "What's going on here?"
"What do you mean," Logan asked innocently.
Mickey lifted her coffee cup to her lips. It was then that Scott noticed a ring of some kind circling her left ring finger. He moved closer studying the ring. "What's wrong, Scott? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Scott looked at her. "That ring."
Mickey looked at the ring, it was nothing more than a simple braided string that she'd tied around her finger. She looked up at him. "What about it? It's string."
"On your ring finger," Jean asked incredulously. "Why would you put something on that finger when you're not engaged or married."
Mickey could feel Logan's stare and looked up at him, just as he was saying, "Who says she ain't?"
Scott lost the feeling in his hand and dropped his coffee cup on the floor, causing it to shatter on impact. His heart skipped several beats as he stared at them. "Come again?"
Logan turned and looked at him. His gaze never wavering. "Who says she isn't?"
"Scott," Jean said softly, touching his arm.
He looked at her, then back at Mickey and Logan. "You two were married?"
"The happy couple is waiting for Hank and Jean to finish their exams and pronounce the bride to be as healthy," Xavier said from the doorway. He wheeled into the kitchen and looked right at Mickey. "I've booked you an appointment with a very prestigious bridal shop this afternoon for a fitting and that kind of thing."
"Thank you, Professor."
"Logan, you have an appointment with the tailor at 1:30. Please control yourself. We needn't draw anymore attention to the school than necessary." Logan shrugged, and Xavier continued. "I've contacted a caterer as well as a woman known as The Cake Lady. She specializes in wedding cakes. She has agreed to make the cake of your choice. I'm sure the children can do the decorating. Oh, yes, and Kurt has agreed to perform the ceremony."
"Is he legal," Logan demanded.
Xavier smiled. "Yes. Kurt is an ordained minister, and has been for five years now. He has a place of refuge in Austria where he learned everything he needed to know. I think that just about covers everything."
"Sounds right to me," Logan said.
Mickey nodded. "Thank you, Professor Xavier. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
Xavier smiled. "No need, child. You two had best get ready for your appointments. I'll make the announcements to everyone."
"All right."
Scott stopped Mickey in the hall just outside of the kitchen. "You're seriously going to marry him?"
She studied him. "Yes. Why wouldn't I?"
"He's wild, and insane!"
Her posture stiffened as she looked at him. "And I'm in love with him, doesn't that count for anything?"
"You've known him all of a week, you can't be in love with him."
"Twelve days, and you're wrong. I am in love with him." She studied him, with all the affection of a sister to her brother. "I have never felt this way in my entire life. My heart is so full of joy it feels like it could burst at the seams. If there is a greater feeling, I'm almost afraid to experience it."
Scott stared at her. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
She smiled. "You don't have to worry about that."
~ ~ ~
Rogue stood with Logan at the elevator. He planned on taking Mickey to the bridal shop. "You're really going to marry her?"
Logan nodded. "Yeah. Why, don't you like her?"
"Ah don't really know her. She seems really nice and all, it's just not like you."
"You don't know what is or isn't like me, Kid. Nobody does!" When her shoulders dropped he met her gaze. "Listen, I've been alone a very long time, and I know that I can trust this woman. . . . I love her."
Rogue nodded. "Ah never thought that I'd hear you say anything about love. She has to be something. You never claimed to love Jean."
For some odd reason that felt like a slap in the face, but Logan couldn't get mad at her for it. "That's because I didn't love her. I wanted her."
Rogue smiled slightly. "Don't you 'want' Mickey?"
Logan arched a brow at her as if he were telling her that it wasn't her place to ask. "That goes without say. I've never known anyone like her in all of my life, and someone as special and rare as she is, even through amnesia I would remember!"
"Congratulations, Logan. I'm sure she'll make you very happy."
Logan watched her surprised by how low her voice had dropped when she'd said so. "Why don't I believe you?"
Rogue looked up meeting his gaze. "I meant what I said. It's just something to get used to, considering the past and all."
Logan was stunned for a moment. He hadn't forgotten, though he'd ignored, that he'd almost kissed her on the train just before she was kidnapped by Magneto. He nodded slowly, trying not to hurt her anymore than he already had. "You're a special kid, Rogue. And Bobby's very lucky."
Rogue smiled. "Thanks."
The elevator door opened and Mickey stood there with Hank, and Kurt. "It's just unreal, Michelle. I've never seen anything like this."
Mickey smiled. "I never said that it wasn't a miracle."
"What isn't," Logan asked as they stepped from the elevator.
Hank looked at him. "That she's alive. There is nothing physically wrong with her, except her diabetes, but that was there when she died."
Kurt smiled. "I have told you, this is a miracle. A real God made miracle."
"I'm starting to believe it," Hank said softly.
"It's time to go," Logan said.
"Mickey, would you mind if I tag along? I've always wanted to help with planning a wedding."
Mickey looked at Rogue and smiled. "Not at all. In fact I welcome the company."
"Let me tell, Bobby and I'll meet you outside."
"Hurry it up," Logan said and turned for the door with his arm around Mickey's shoulders. "You don't have to be overly nice. Nobody expects you to jump and be everyone's friend."
Mickey smiled and looked up at him. "I meant what I said, Logan. I don't have very many friends. It'll be nice to have a friend that I don't have to hide from."