Liberty Island had been a hell of a ride, he conceded to himself. That
bitch Mystique was a total revelation. She was sinewy and graceful but
incredibly strong, giving as good as she got. He could sense her arousal as
she fought him licking her lips thinking she was tempting him, it only made
him more furious and when she had kicked him in the balls it had been the
last straw. She hadn't counted on his sense of smell and he had sliced and
diced her to leave her to die on the floor. He hadn't been able to believe
his eyes when he had seen her near Alkali Lake. She was a sneaky bitch,
without question. He really detested her. Logan wanted to roar as he felt
his body stiffen for the second time in 24 hours, he recalled listening to
Magnetos pontificating while Marie screamed in the torch and finally
impaling himself in order to save her. He could still feel the pain, hear
Jeannie screaming his name and still hear Marie screaming in the torch.
Remembered chanting in his head, "I promised her, I promised her" as he
fought Creed on top of the statue, Marie's desperate screams filling his
head. Could still picture the utter trust between Jeannie and Cyke when she
asked him to open his eyes, remembered the look of compassion Jeannie and
he had exchanged as she directed him up to Magnetos machine. The total pain
and desperation as Marie screamed beside him, as he tried to stop the
machine while Magneto twisted his claws, and finally the dreadful silence.
He had known they had succeeded in stopping Magnetos plan but frankly he
hadn't given a damn. Marie had lain slumped unconscious, her hands still
handcuffed to the goddamn thing. Logan had picked her up, had clutched her
face with his gloved hand. He couldn't hear a heartbeat. He remembered the
desperation he felt as he urged her to wake up and finally he had pressed
his lips to her forehead to kiss her, willing the pull to begin, for the
pain to hit him and then; nothing. Logan could recall the utter emptiness
of the moment, the pain and anguish as he realized he could do nothing, he
had been too late; he had failed her in his promise. She was lost to him
and he had clutched her to him in grief and miraculously he had felt it
again, deeper than before if possible, and then he heard Marie gasp and
felt her pull away with realization as he succumbed to the darkness.
He had awoken to a familiar hand roaming over his body only this time the touch was more personal, far less medical than when he had last encountered it. Remembered clutching that hand and telling Jean she was ticking him. The relief knowing that Rogue was ok, despite the fact that she had apparently picked up some of his appealing personality traits. The embarrassment that she had a crush on him, he hadn't wanted Jeannie of all people to tell him that, he didn't want a crush to complicate the best relationship he ever had, it reminded him too clearly of his initial intentions in the dive in Laughlin City, something he didn't want to think about. He had told Jeannie his heart belonged to someone else but has stopped her when she wanted to talk about herself and Logan, he wasn't ready to talk to her about that, to hear what she was going to say.
Chuck had given him the information he had promised and he was leaving, he needed to give the kid some space anyway. He didn't want her to develop her crush into something more substantial and that would only happen if he hung around. He wasn't going to say goodbye either - that would be awkward and embarrassing. He had watched her at playing with the Ice Cube kid and noticed that there was something different about her. It wasn't the streaks that had appeared in her hair, the streaks that he had clutched when he had cut her loose from the machine. She had grown up, he realized, she wasn't a kid anymore, she was taking her first steps to becoming a woman. She was carrying herself gracefully and was dressed elegantly. With a shock he realized she looked sexy despite her gloves and the fact that she was more covered up than most teenage girls her age. She had a knowing air about her. He wondered how much she knew about him, what exactly she had absorbed. He didn't want to think about it and if he stared too long he'd be caught so he turned to go but she caught him anyway. He turned as she called his name, she was running towards him and like he had been when he first saw her he was drawn to her eyes. He realized they didn't look as sad or as old as before, just wise and knowing. She was looking at him with compassion and understanding and he couldn't understand how she could feel that when he was leaving. "You runnin again?" echoing his question on the train and he found he didn't know what to say and she was still looking at him as if she understood and now he was very worried about what she had imprinted from him. He recalled how he had felt when she told him she didn't want him to go - he had felt happy that someone would miss him and he realized he still had a promise to keep, he needed to reassure her. He had given her the one thing that had meant the most to him for the past 15 years, the only clue to his identity, his past, his dog tags. Recalled how shocked and grateful she was as he placed them in her palm and folded her fingers around them, he realized she knew what they meant to him. Telling her he would be back for them he turned around and was gone - taking Cyke's bike to sweeten the deal.
He had awoken to a familiar hand roaming over his body only this time the touch was more personal, far less medical than when he had last encountered it. Remembered clutching that hand and telling Jean she was ticking him. The relief knowing that Rogue was ok, despite the fact that she had apparently picked up some of his appealing personality traits. The embarrassment that she had a crush on him, he hadn't wanted Jeannie of all people to tell him that, he didn't want a crush to complicate the best relationship he ever had, it reminded him too clearly of his initial intentions in the dive in Laughlin City, something he didn't want to think about. He had told Jeannie his heart belonged to someone else but has stopped her when she wanted to talk about herself and Logan, he wasn't ready to talk to her about that, to hear what she was going to say.
Chuck had given him the information he had promised and he was leaving, he needed to give the kid some space anyway. He didn't want her to develop her crush into something more substantial and that would only happen if he hung around. He wasn't going to say goodbye either - that would be awkward and embarrassing. He had watched her at playing with the Ice Cube kid and noticed that there was something different about her. It wasn't the streaks that had appeared in her hair, the streaks that he had clutched when he had cut her loose from the machine. She had grown up, he realized, she wasn't a kid anymore, she was taking her first steps to becoming a woman. She was carrying herself gracefully and was dressed elegantly. With a shock he realized she looked sexy despite her gloves and the fact that she was more covered up than most teenage girls her age. She had a knowing air about her. He wondered how much she knew about him, what exactly she had absorbed. He didn't want to think about it and if he stared too long he'd be caught so he turned to go but she caught him anyway. He turned as she called his name, she was running towards him and like he had been when he first saw her he was drawn to her eyes. He realized they didn't look as sad or as old as before, just wise and knowing. She was looking at him with compassion and understanding and he couldn't understand how she could feel that when he was leaving. "You runnin again?" echoing his question on the train and he found he didn't know what to say and she was still looking at him as if she understood and now he was very worried about what she had imprinted from him. He recalled how he had felt when she told him she didn't want him to go - he had felt happy that someone would miss him and he realized he still had a promise to keep, he needed to reassure her. He had given her the one thing that had meant the most to him for the past 15 years, the only clue to his identity, his past, his dog tags. Recalled how shocked and grateful she was as he placed them in her palm and folded her fingers around them, he realized she knew what they meant to him. Telling her he would be back for them he turned around and was gone - taking Cyke's bike to sweeten the deal.