Elizabeth's Apology, Logan's Confession
Elizabeth stood at the top of the split staircase, staring into the foyer below. The mansion was silent, as everyone slept. She closed her eyes, concentrating on Logan's whereabouts. In her mind, as if the vision played in front of her face, she saw Logan in a bar, shooting a game of pool by himself. His open beer bottle sat at the rim of the pool table. He stared at the pool table, chalking the queue stick in his hand. She smiled to herself, as he leaned over, pointing the queue stick at the white ball on the table, his muscles well defined under his tucked in well fitted, dark blue short sleeved shirt. His shirt was tucked into the waist of his nicely fit blue jeans. She then concentrated on the outside of the bar, searching for the name. "Joe's Tavern", it read; a bright neon sign hung just above the doorway of the bar. She smiled, opening her eyes. She walked down the stairway, towards the carport.
Logan shot the queue ball, sinking the 11 ball. He stood up straight, and grabbed his open beer bottle. Drinking his beer, he thought of Elizabeth. The thought of her telling him he didn't care infuriated him. He wondered at her sudden outburst towards him. He was confused, considering the fact that all she did was flirt with him. He finally admitted to himself that he liked her flirting. He did care about her. He couldn't believe that she would think otherwise. He shook his head of his thoughts, and placed his beer bottle on the rim of the table. He bent forward towards the pool table, pointing the queue stick towards the queue ball.
Elizabeth parked the black Jetta in a parking space. She turned off the car, and stepped out. She closed the door after her, and pressed the alarm button on the key chain. She smiled, as she walked towards the bar in front of her, "Rogue, you have one bloody kick ass car." She smiled.
She walked towards the doorway, placing the keys into her pocket of her black leather jacket. She placed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, as she walked towards the doorway. Her black hair was loose of the braid, falling freely to her waist. A few strands of her hair blew with the breeze around her. Her black combat boots slightly squeaked, as she took each step on the pavement below her. She stopped at the doorway, and hesitantly walked into the bar. Elizabeth's eyes began to dry, as she was greeted with a cloud of smoke from cigars and cigarettes. The bar itself was lined up with stools, occupied by loud bikers and older men. The jukebox played country music throughout the bar. The smell of stale beer and liquor filled her nostrils, almost masked by the smell of burnt tobacco. Her eyes searched the bar in front of her, as she looked for Logan. She saw an older drunk couple, dancing in front of the jukebox. She noticed some older women in the crowd, glaring at her with jealousy. She ignored their stares, as she saw Logan drinking out of his third beer bottle, standing at the same pool table. She noticed a couple of older women sitting on stools behind him, with glasses filled with liquor in their hands. She raised her eyebrow, and squeezed through the crowd, towards him. Suddenly, she was grabbed on the arm, and swung around. "What's the rush, doll face?" She heard.
She looked up, with a look of disgust on her face. She came face to face with a middle aged man, his glossy green eyes staring at her. His red and sweaty face was unshaven, with hair stubs covering his beard line. His shoulder length blonde hair was greasy, and uncombed. He wore a blue and black plaid long sleeved collared shirt, that buttoned up the front; un- tucked over his black jeans. She could smell whiskey and stale cigar smoke from his breath. "I suggest you take your hands off of me, you bloody prick!" She hissed.
He smiled at her, hearing her accent; his hand still wrapped around her arm. "You're English, eh?" He gestured to the red mark on the left side of her face, "I like the tattoo, beautiful! What's your name?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. She felt her temper beginning to grow thin. "I said, let go of me!" She said, raising her voice, "I'm warning you!"
Logan looked up from his game of pool, as his keen sense of hearing picked up a familiar voice within the loud crowd of people. His eyes widened with shock, as he saw Elizabeth staring up at one of the drunks in the bar. His eyebrows then narrowed with rage, as he saw the drunken man's hand wrapped around her arm. He angrily groaned, as he placed the queue stick on top of the pool table. He walked towards the scene, pushing through the crowd in front of him.
The man laughed at Elizabeth's threat. "You're warning me?" He laughed. "What are you going to do, sick your daddy on me?" He snapped.
"Problem here, bub?" They heard.
Elizabeth turned her head, as the man's eyes looked towards the left of him. "Why don't you mind your own business?" The man told Logan.
Logan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, careful not to unsheathe the lethal blades within his hands. "She is my business. Now, I suggest you unwrap your fingers from around her arm. I'm going to give you three seconds." Logan growled.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Logan, I can handle this." She snapped at him.
Elizabeth was suddenly pulled forward by the drunk, and she felt him wrapping his arms around her waist. "Let me dance with this angel first!" The drunk smirked.
Elizabeth reached behind her, and grabbed onto his hands. She pulled them out from around her, and let his arms go. When he tried to reach for her again, she kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over, and she grabbed onto one of his arms. She twisted him around by his arm, causing him to fall on his face on the floor. She held onto his arm, and pressed his hand towards his wrist. He began to cry out, as she planted one of her feet to his back, restraining him from moving. She noticed the other people in the bar seemed to be to drunk to care. She turned her attention back towards the man under her foot. "Now, I warned you! Women are not play toys!" She hissed. She then smirked, and leaned down towards him, "Did you learn your lesson?" She sarcastically asked him.
The corners of Logan's mouth formed a slight smile, as he watched Elizabeth handle the drunk the way he liked it. "Did you?" She yelled.
"Yes, yes! Let me go!" He cried out.
Elizabeth took her foot off of his back, and threw his arm towards him, backing away. Logan placed his hands on her arms, as he stood behind her. His 6'0" frame towering over her petite 5'7" body. The man stumbled to his feet, and he leaned onto the table in front of him, using the table to keep his footing. He grabbed his drink, and took a gulp from his whiskey. He slammed the glass on the table, and turned to Logan and Elizabeth. "The lady warned you, pal!" Logan smirked.
The drunk attempted to say something, but instead bent forward. Elizabeth's face turned to utter disgust, as Logan pulled her back, away from him. The drunk began to hurl on the floor. "Let's get out of here." Logan said, rolling his eyes.
"Drinking's bad for you! Try the AA!" Elizabeth snapped, as Logan ushered her away.
Logan followed Elizabeth through the crowd, towards the doorway leading outside. He stopped, and rushed back towards the pool table he played at. He saw his black motorcycle helmet and black glasses sitting on a stool beside the table. He grabbed them, and rushed to follow Elizabeth outside.
Elizabeth leaned against the Jetta, staring at the bar. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket, one hand playing with the set of car keys inside the pocket. She looked up at Logan. He placed his helmet and sunglasses on the seat of his motorcycle, in the parking space next to where she had parked Rogue's Jetta. He finally turned around, and combed his hand through his black hair. He looked at her, "Elizabeth, what were you doing here in the first place?" He calmly asked her.
Elizabeth cleared her throat, "I wanted to apologize, Logan." She also nervously combed the strands of hair out of her face, "I didn't mean to snap at you back at the mansion." She apologized.
Logan looked away from her, putting his hands into his pockets. He looked out towards the parking lot, "There's no need to apologize to me, Betts." He then looked at her, "I know you didn't mean it anyway."
Elizabeth shook her head, "Logan, I've learned the hard way that you never want to end a conversation with a friend in anger," She paused, and looked away, remembering how angry she was at her brother when he had left her, "It could end up being your last." She sighed.
Logan's head tilted upright, as he stared at her. Her eyes looked at him, her head still turned away. He noticed the thin strands of her hair that escaped from behind her, lightly blowing in front of her face. He stared at her, beginning to become attracted to the mark on her face; he saw that it caused her dark brown eyes to stand out. She combed the strands of hair out of her face, and turned her face towards him, as he smiled at her. "Are you calling me a friend, Betts?" He asked.
She looked away, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess so," She then looked at him, "Why, does that bother you, dear Logan?" She grinned.
Logan shrugged, shaking his head. "No; it's just that I thought you didn't want to trust anyone but your dear brother." He smiled, emphasizing his last two words with a mock British accent.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and smiled, as she looked at her feet. "Logan, I just feel that you and I are two of the same people. I have no idea if you were there in the infirmary while I was in a coma, but I just sense that you attempted to tell me a secret." She nervously said.
Logan stepped forward towards her, staring at her. She saw his feet on the ground, standing toe to toe with hers, and she nervously looked up at him. He leaned his face towards hers, and gently kissed her on the lips. He pulled away, looking at her, "That should say it all, Betts. I did that, while you were in your coma, instead of telling you a secret." He paused, and let out a sigh, "Betts, you and I can't-"
Elizabeth immediately nodded, knowing what he wanted to say. They couldn't be a couple; they'd kill each other for one; plus, the way Elizabeth saw it, even though Logan looked to only be no more than twenty five years old, his regenerative capabilities made his true age impossible to determine. Logan knew that Peter had feelings for Elizabeth; he knew that if anyone could tame her, it would be him. Nothing would ever work between him and Elizabeth. They were too much of the same people. They both knew that as a team, they would be best compatible; on the field. "I know, Logan. I won't tell anyone about this, either." She said.
He nodded in understanding. "You'll always have a place in my heart also, Elizabeth." He solemnly said.
Her face sobered, at his comment. She leaned her upper body back, leaning against the car more, and held out her hand, "Friends?" She smiled.
Logan smiled at her, and shook her hand, "Friends."
Elizabeth stood at the top of the split staircase, staring into the foyer below. The mansion was silent, as everyone slept. She closed her eyes, concentrating on Logan's whereabouts. In her mind, as if the vision played in front of her face, she saw Logan in a bar, shooting a game of pool by himself. His open beer bottle sat at the rim of the pool table. He stared at the pool table, chalking the queue stick in his hand. She smiled to herself, as he leaned over, pointing the queue stick at the white ball on the table, his muscles well defined under his tucked in well fitted, dark blue short sleeved shirt. His shirt was tucked into the waist of his nicely fit blue jeans. She then concentrated on the outside of the bar, searching for the name. "Joe's Tavern", it read; a bright neon sign hung just above the doorway of the bar. She smiled, opening her eyes. She walked down the stairway, towards the carport.
Logan shot the queue ball, sinking the 11 ball. He stood up straight, and grabbed his open beer bottle. Drinking his beer, he thought of Elizabeth. The thought of her telling him he didn't care infuriated him. He wondered at her sudden outburst towards him. He was confused, considering the fact that all she did was flirt with him. He finally admitted to himself that he liked her flirting. He did care about her. He couldn't believe that she would think otherwise. He shook his head of his thoughts, and placed his beer bottle on the rim of the table. He bent forward towards the pool table, pointing the queue stick towards the queue ball.
Elizabeth parked the black Jetta in a parking space. She turned off the car, and stepped out. She closed the door after her, and pressed the alarm button on the key chain. She smiled, as she walked towards the bar in front of her, "Rogue, you have one bloody kick ass car." She smiled.
She walked towards the doorway, placing the keys into her pocket of her black leather jacket. She placed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, as she walked towards the doorway. Her black hair was loose of the braid, falling freely to her waist. A few strands of her hair blew with the breeze around her. Her black combat boots slightly squeaked, as she took each step on the pavement below her. She stopped at the doorway, and hesitantly walked into the bar. Elizabeth's eyes began to dry, as she was greeted with a cloud of smoke from cigars and cigarettes. The bar itself was lined up with stools, occupied by loud bikers and older men. The jukebox played country music throughout the bar. The smell of stale beer and liquor filled her nostrils, almost masked by the smell of burnt tobacco. Her eyes searched the bar in front of her, as she looked for Logan. She saw an older drunk couple, dancing in front of the jukebox. She noticed some older women in the crowd, glaring at her with jealousy. She ignored their stares, as she saw Logan drinking out of his third beer bottle, standing at the same pool table. She noticed a couple of older women sitting on stools behind him, with glasses filled with liquor in their hands. She raised her eyebrow, and squeezed through the crowd, towards him. Suddenly, she was grabbed on the arm, and swung around. "What's the rush, doll face?" She heard.
She looked up, with a look of disgust on her face. She came face to face with a middle aged man, his glossy green eyes staring at her. His red and sweaty face was unshaven, with hair stubs covering his beard line. His shoulder length blonde hair was greasy, and uncombed. He wore a blue and black plaid long sleeved collared shirt, that buttoned up the front; un- tucked over his black jeans. She could smell whiskey and stale cigar smoke from his breath. "I suggest you take your hands off of me, you bloody prick!" She hissed.
He smiled at her, hearing her accent; his hand still wrapped around her arm. "You're English, eh?" He gestured to the red mark on the left side of her face, "I like the tattoo, beautiful! What's your name?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. She felt her temper beginning to grow thin. "I said, let go of me!" She said, raising her voice, "I'm warning you!"
Logan looked up from his game of pool, as his keen sense of hearing picked up a familiar voice within the loud crowd of people. His eyes widened with shock, as he saw Elizabeth staring up at one of the drunks in the bar. His eyebrows then narrowed with rage, as he saw the drunken man's hand wrapped around her arm. He angrily groaned, as he placed the queue stick on top of the pool table. He walked towards the scene, pushing through the crowd in front of him.
The man laughed at Elizabeth's threat. "You're warning me?" He laughed. "What are you going to do, sick your daddy on me?" He snapped.
"Problem here, bub?" They heard.
Elizabeth turned her head, as the man's eyes looked towards the left of him. "Why don't you mind your own business?" The man told Logan.
Logan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, careful not to unsheathe the lethal blades within his hands. "She is my business. Now, I suggest you unwrap your fingers from around her arm. I'm going to give you three seconds." Logan growled.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Logan, I can handle this." She snapped at him.
Elizabeth was suddenly pulled forward by the drunk, and she felt him wrapping his arms around her waist. "Let me dance with this angel first!" The drunk smirked.
Elizabeth reached behind her, and grabbed onto his hands. She pulled them out from around her, and let his arms go. When he tried to reach for her again, she kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over, and she grabbed onto one of his arms. She twisted him around by his arm, causing him to fall on his face on the floor. She held onto his arm, and pressed his hand towards his wrist. He began to cry out, as she planted one of her feet to his back, restraining him from moving. She noticed the other people in the bar seemed to be to drunk to care. She turned her attention back towards the man under her foot. "Now, I warned you! Women are not play toys!" She hissed. She then smirked, and leaned down towards him, "Did you learn your lesson?" She sarcastically asked him.
The corners of Logan's mouth formed a slight smile, as he watched Elizabeth handle the drunk the way he liked it. "Did you?" She yelled.
"Yes, yes! Let me go!" He cried out.
Elizabeth took her foot off of his back, and threw his arm towards him, backing away. Logan placed his hands on her arms, as he stood behind her. His 6'0" frame towering over her petite 5'7" body. The man stumbled to his feet, and he leaned onto the table in front of him, using the table to keep his footing. He grabbed his drink, and took a gulp from his whiskey. He slammed the glass on the table, and turned to Logan and Elizabeth. "The lady warned you, pal!" Logan smirked.
The drunk attempted to say something, but instead bent forward. Elizabeth's face turned to utter disgust, as Logan pulled her back, away from him. The drunk began to hurl on the floor. "Let's get out of here." Logan said, rolling his eyes.
"Drinking's bad for you! Try the AA!" Elizabeth snapped, as Logan ushered her away.
Logan followed Elizabeth through the crowd, towards the doorway leading outside. He stopped, and rushed back towards the pool table he played at. He saw his black motorcycle helmet and black glasses sitting on a stool beside the table. He grabbed them, and rushed to follow Elizabeth outside.
Elizabeth leaned against the Jetta, staring at the bar. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket, one hand playing with the set of car keys inside the pocket. She looked up at Logan. He placed his helmet and sunglasses on the seat of his motorcycle, in the parking space next to where she had parked Rogue's Jetta. He finally turned around, and combed his hand through his black hair. He looked at her, "Elizabeth, what were you doing here in the first place?" He calmly asked her.
Elizabeth cleared her throat, "I wanted to apologize, Logan." She also nervously combed the strands of hair out of her face, "I didn't mean to snap at you back at the mansion." She apologized.
Logan looked away from her, putting his hands into his pockets. He looked out towards the parking lot, "There's no need to apologize to me, Betts." He then looked at her, "I know you didn't mean it anyway."
Elizabeth shook her head, "Logan, I've learned the hard way that you never want to end a conversation with a friend in anger," She paused, and looked away, remembering how angry she was at her brother when he had left her, "It could end up being your last." She sighed.
Logan's head tilted upright, as he stared at her. Her eyes looked at him, her head still turned away. He noticed the thin strands of her hair that escaped from behind her, lightly blowing in front of her face. He stared at her, beginning to become attracted to the mark on her face; he saw that it caused her dark brown eyes to stand out. She combed the strands of hair out of her face, and turned her face towards him, as he smiled at her. "Are you calling me a friend, Betts?" He asked.
She looked away, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess so," She then looked at him, "Why, does that bother you, dear Logan?" She grinned.
Logan shrugged, shaking his head. "No; it's just that I thought you didn't want to trust anyone but your dear brother." He smiled, emphasizing his last two words with a mock British accent.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and smiled, as she looked at her feet. "Logan, I just feel that you and I are two of the same people. I have no idea if you were there in the infirmary while I was in a coma, but I just sense that you attempted to tell me a secret." She nervously said.
Logan stepped forward towards her, staring at her. She saw his feet on the ground, standing toe to toe with hers, and she nervously looked up at him. He leaned his face towards hers, and gently kissed her on the lips. He pulled away, looking at her, "That should say it all, Betts. I did that, while you were in your coma, instead of telling you a secret." He paused, and let out a sigh, "Betts, you and I can't-"
Elizabeth immediately nodded, knowing what he wanted to say. They couldn't be a couple; they'd kill each other for one; plus, the way Elizabeth saw it, even though Logan looked to only be no more than twenty five years old, his regenerative capabilities made his true age impossible to determine. Logan knew that Peter had feelings for Elizabeth; he knew that if anyone could tame her, it would be him. Nothing would ever work between him and Elizabeth. They were too much of the same people. They both knew that as a team, they would be best compatible; on the field. "I know, Logan. I won't tell anyone about this, either." She said.
He nodded in understanding. "You'll always have a place in my heart also, Elizabeth." He solemnly said.
Her face sobered, at his comment. She leaned her upper body back, leaning against the car more, and held out her hand, "Friends?" She smiled.
Logan smiled at her, and shook her hand, "Friends."
