Nights of Comfort - Accidents Happen

Logan walked past the lab that he had visited more than once, usually after skin-to-skin contact with Rogue. Glancing inside, he saw Bobby, laying on one of the beds, in a coma, where he'd been since earlier that day.

Logan had heard Marie's screams that echoed throughout the entire mansion, and ran in to find Bobby laying on the floor unconscious. Her gloved fingers covered her mouth, and when he had tried to pull her into his arms she'd yelled at him not to touch her before running quickly from the room.

He hadn't seen her since. He was worried. So he made his way towards her room. "Marie?" He knocked on her door lightly.

"Go away." He heard and sighed with relief. She was still there. He tried the door and it was locked.

"Marie." Logan growled at her. He'd break the door down if he had to. "Open the door."

"Ah said go away!" He could hear her moving in her room. What was she doing? Moving back and forth. Stopping for a minute, then going again.

Packing.

"Marie. Open this door right now or I'll break it down." There was silence within the room. Then the soft click of the tumblers within the lock falling into place as she unlocked the door. He heard her moving away again and then Logan pushed open the door. "Where are you going?" He asked seeing the bag half full sitting on her bed.

Marie faintly shrugged her shoulders. "Wherever fifty bucks 'll get me."

"Fifty bucks isn't much."

"S'all Ah got."

"What do you plan to do after you get to wherever that fifty dollars gets you?"

"Dunno yet."

"That doesn't sound much like a plan."

"Yeah, well Ah can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"Ah nearly killed him Logan! He He coulda died 'cause'a me!"

Logan moved towards her and slowly pulled her into his arms. "Ah coulda killed 'im Logan. He he loves me and Ah almost killed 'im." Logan held her tight against his chest; he felt her shoulders start to shake with silent sobs.

Logan slid his hands up to grasp her shoulders, covered by the thick jacket she wore, and pushed her back enough to look at her face. "It was an accident Marie. You weren't trying to hurt him."

"But Ah hurt him anyways! I can't touch people without hurtin' 'em! Ah can't be normal Logan!"

"You can do things no one normal person could ever do."

"What good are powers like these? Ah kill people when Ah touch 'em. How is that good!? Ah can't do good."

"But you saved us."

"What're you talkin' about?"

"You flew the jet, you got us out of there."

"Bull shit Logan. Ah nearly crashed it, and killed us all."

"But you didn't." Logan reached up and cupped her cheek, her hair coming between his palm and her skin. "You did good. You saved us."

"What kinda life is this Logan? No one can eva touch me. Ah'll never feel a human touch again." A tear rolled down her cheek and she closed her eyes.

Logan pulled his hand away from her cheek before pushing her hair back behind her ear and cupped her cheek gently. Skin to skin. He wiped away her tear.

"Logan don't." Marie tried to pull back quickly, but his other hand slid to the back of her neck, as he leaned in and kissed her softly.

Marie lifted her gloved hands up to his chest, and tried to push him away, but at the same time, her lips gently moved against his.

Logan began to feel the pull, the feel of her absorbing him, but he didn't break the kiss. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and heard her moan softly as she melted against his chest.

Logan finally broke the kiss and heard her gasping softly. He felt weak, but held her tight against his chest. "How about we sleep on this? Decide what to do in the morning?" Marie nodded faintly, not lifting her head from his chest.

Carefully he lifted her in his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed. He kicked her bag onto the floor and then laid her down and climbed up beside her.