She had looked so happy, the last time he had seen her. But that was two
years ago. Who knows how much could have changed.
*~*~*~*
Logan pulled up to the tall, black gates of the Mansion that had been his home a little more then two years ago. He had never really realized how intimidating they were; yet in some weir way, they were comforting. Why did he ever leave this place?
To answer that question, a part of his mind stepped in, you had left to search for his haunting past, but nothing solid ever turned up. You found document after document; you even found the name William Stryker, but whoever Stryker was, had covered his tracks well. All in all it had made the last two years worthless and now you are finally coming home.
He grunted at the word. Home. For the first time, as long as he could remember, he actually had a place to come back to. It was a little too much like a crappy movie for his taste, but no one could argue with a solid roof over your head.
He slowly pulled into the large garage and parked his -Scott's- bike. Once everything was in order, he headed towards the Professor's office.
"Welcome back, Logan." Professor Charles Xavier announced as Logan entered the room.
"Hello Wheels."
"Its nice to see you after all this time. Did you find anything?"
"Why do you ask questions in which you already know the answer?"
Xavier stiffened at the comment, but then smiled.
"Hey, Professor, I was wondering if you could....oh, hello Logan."
Logan slowly turned around to find Scott, of all people, standing there, at the doorframe, with Jean at his side.
"Hello, Assmonkey." Logan calmly replied. He had wanted to call him that for so long.
"Cute. Did you stay up all night thinking up that one?"
Instead of flipping Scott the finger, he turned his attention to Jean.
"Are you sure your gift wasn't to put up with him?'
Her lips curled at the old joke and broke out into a smile.
"Sometimes I wonder." She replied.
"Well if you weren't sure, then why did you marry me?" Scott asked in a joking matter to her, but it was clear that he stressed last two words on purpose.
Logan noticed after a while that he wasn't breathing.
"Come again?"
Before he could get an answer they were interrupted again.
"Professor, did you find those documents I had wanted?" an all too familiar voice asked.
"Yes, I did, Rogue. They are on my desk." Xavier said. A slow smile was creeping on his face.
"Marie?" Logan asked in total shock.
The woman who stood before him was not the little girl he had left behind. She, indeed, had changed. Her waist long hair trickled down her shoulders and the white streaks accented her dark brown eyes. She was wearing tight blue jeans with a black tee and a long gray sweater jacket. She had gray scarf coiled around her neck and black gloves covered her hands.
A sparkle at her neck caught his eye. She was still wearing his dog tags.
"Logan." She breathed.
"I told you I'd come back."
She rushed up and hugged him. He returned her hug. Logan noticed that her eyes were starting to get a little drippy.
"Please don't." He whispered into her ear, "I never did like it when you cried."
She sniffed and laughed wiping away her tears and smiled. She stepped back and looked him over. He was exactly the same only his hair was shaggier.
"To think if you were gone for two years you'd get a new jacket." Scott commented from the door.
Jean smacked him in the gut.
"Glad to have you back." Jean said as she dragged her husband out the door.
"We shall continue our conversation later, Logan. I think Rogue should show you to your rooms. It would be best for you two to catch up." Xavier said smoothly.
"Ok, Professor." Rogue said, "I'll come back for the documents later."
The Professor nodded as Rogue and Logan headed out the door.
"Did you find anything? You were gone so long that we thought that something had to have came up." Rogue asked breaking the long silence.
"I found nothing." Logan said.
"It must be awful not to know your past."
"Well you get used to it."
"Where are you going?" she asked as Logan was heading towards a room.
"To my room."
"Oh. Uh that's not your room anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when Professor said that you weren't going to be back for a long time. I took the room."
"You what?"
"I was going to graduate early that year, top of my class; I couldn't very well sleep in the dormitories forever. Not with being a new teacher and all."
"Teacher?"
"Yes, of Ancient Civilizations. I had to get my own room. Seeing how yours was empty and it was the only one left on the ground floor, I moved in."
"So were do I sleep?"
"Directly above."
Rogue turned to lead the way to his new room. The light in the hall shone on her and her hair seemed to have a red tint to it.
"Did you die your hair?" Logan asked catching up to her.
"No. Why?"
"It seems a little red."
"Red?"
"Only in the right lighting."
"Really? I'll have to check that out."
"Looks good on you."
"The color red?"
"Yeah. You need to wear color more."
She laughed. "That's what Bobby keeps telling me."
"Who?"
"He's a good friend of mine. Well here's your room." She said stopping in front of a door.
It was funny. Logan didn't even remember climbing up stairs.
"We're upstairs?"
"Yeah. All parts of the mansions have to be wheelchair accessible. We were walking up a slope."
"Ah."
"See you at dinner." She turned to leave.
"Wait."
"Yeah?"
"My dog tags."
"Oh!" She said taking it off, "Right."
"Keep them. They look good on you."
"I thought that it was the color red."
"Everything looks good on you, kid. See you at dinner."
A/N: How was that for a first attempt at an X-Men fic? This is just picking up where the movie left off. When X2 comes out, I'll pretend it never happened. (In this fic anyway.) Hope you liked it!
*~*~*~*
Logan pulled up to the tall, black gates of the Mansion that had been his home a little more then two years ago. He had never really realized how intimidating they were; yet in some weir way, they were comforting. Why did he ever leave this place?
To answer that question, a part of his mind stepped in, you had left to search for his haunting past, but nothing solid ever turned up. You found document after document; you even found the name William Stryker, but whoever Stryker was, had covered his tracks well. All in all it had made the last two years worthless and now you are finally coming home.
He grunted at the word. Home. For the first time, as long as he could remember, he actually had a place to come back to. It was a little too much like a crappy movie for his taste, but no one could argue with a solid roof over your head.
He slowly pulled into the large garage and parked his -Scott's- bike. Once everything was in order, he headed towards the Professor's office.
"Welcome back, Logan." Professor Charles Xavier announced as Logan entered the room.
"Hello Wheels."
"Its nice to see you after all this time. Did you find anything?"
"Why do you ask questions in which you already know the answer?"
Xavier stiffened at the comment, but then smiled.
"Hey, Professor, I was wondering if you could....oh, hello Logan."
Logan slowly turned around to find Scott, of all people, standing there, at the doorframe, with Jean at his side.
"Hello, Assmonkey." Logan calmly replied. He had wanted to call him that for so long.
"Cute. Did you stay up all night thinking up that one?"
Instead of flipping Scott the finger, he turned his attention to Jean.
"Are you sure your gift wasn't to put up with him?'
Her lips curled at the old joke and broke out into a smile.
"Sometimes I wonder." She replied.
"Well if you weren't sure, then why did you marry me?" Scott asked in a joking matter to her, but it was clear that he stressed last two words on purpose.
Logan noticed after a while that he wasn't breathing.
"Come again?"
Before he could get an answer they were interrupted again.
"Professor, did you find those documents I had wanted?" an all too familiar voice asked.
"Yes, I did, Rogue. They are on my desk." Xavier said. A slow smile was creeping on his face.
"Marie?" Logan asked in total shock.
The woman who stood before him was not the little girl he had left behind. She, indeed, had changed. Her waist long hair trickled down her shoulders and the white streaks accented her dark brown eyes. She was wearing tight blue jeans with a black tee and a long gray sweater jacket. She had gray scarf coiled around her neck and black gloves covered her hands.
A sparkle at her neck caught his eye. She was still wearing his dog tags.
"Logan." She breathed.
"I told you I'd come back."
She rushed up and hugged him. He returned her hug. Logan noticed that her eyes were starting to get a little drippy.
"Please don't." He whispered into her ear, "I never did like it when you cried."
She sniffed and laughed wiping away her tears and smiled. She stepped back and looked him over. He was exactly the same only his hair was shaggier.
"To think if you were gone for two years you'd get a new jacket." Scott commented from the door.
Jean smacked him in the gut.
"Glad to have you back." Jean said as she dragged her husband out the door.
"We shall continue our conversation later, Logan. I think Rogue should show you to your rooms. It would be best for you two to catch up." Xavier said smoothly.
"Ok, Professor." Rogue said, "I'll come back for the documents later."
The Professor nodded as Rogue and Logan headed out the door.
"Did you find anything? You were gone so long that we thought that something had to have came up." Rogue asked breaking the long silence.
"I found nothing." Logan said.
"It must be awful not to know your past."
"Well you get used to it."
"Where are you going?" she asked as Logan was heading towards a room.
"To my room."
"Oh. Uh that's not your room anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when Professor said that you weren't going to be back for a long time. I took the room."
"You what?"
"I was going to graduate early that year, top of my class; I couldn't very well sleep in the dormitories forever. Not with being a new teacher and all."
"Teacher?"
"Yes, of Ancient Civilizations. I had to get my own room. Seeing how yours was empty and it was the only one left on the ground floor, I moved in."
"So were do I sleep?"
"Directly above."
Rogue turned to lead the way to his new room. The light in the hall shone on her and her hair seemed to have a red tint to it.
"Did you die your hair?" Logan asked catching up to her.
"No. Why?"
"It seems a little red."
"Red?"
"Only in the right lighting."
"Really? I'll have to check that out."
"Looks good on you."
"The color red?"
"Yeah. You need to wear color more."
She laughed. "That's what Bobby keeps telling me."
"Who?"
"He's a good friend of mine. Well here's your room." She said stopping in front of a door.
It was funny. Logan didn't even remember climbing up stairs.
"We're upstairs?"
"Yeah. All parts of the mansions have to be wheelchair accessible. We were walking up a slope."
"Ah."
"See you at dinner." She turned to leave.
"Wait."
"Yeah?"
"My dog tags."
"Oh!" She said taking it off, "Right."
"Keep them. They look good on you."
"I thought that it was the color red."
"Everything looks good on you, kid. See you at dinner."
A/N: How was that for a first attempt at an X-Men fic? This is just picking up where the movie left off. When X2 comes out, I'll pretend it never happened. (In this fic anyway.) Hope you liked it!