Title: Tell Me Why
Author: JesSickUh
Email: un33kpnay1@y...
Disclaimer: If I owned Logan...I wouldn't bother writing about
it...I'd be living it baby!
Archive Rights: WRFA,DDFH, fan fiction.net, and my yet to be titled/completed website You want it? Go ahead...I wanna feel special. Let me know if u
take it.
Rating: G...if I could write smut...I would
Summary: Logan finds Marie, and they hash things out.sort of.
Series: I dunno.maybe.
Feedback: Please be gentle. I'm still new at this.
Author's Notes: Didn't know what to call this one. I'm not a fan of
Jean at ALL, but for some reason, I didn't write a badJean for this
story. Since it's been a while since I've worked on this, here are
the links to the first two segments of the
story: and
Thank you/Dedications: To all the faithful L/M shippers out there
who provide me w/ lotsa good reading. To Karen for the awesome beta
read.
The crowd burst into a round of applause as Marie sang the
last note of the song. Logan stood up with the audience as they
gave her a standing ovation. He ignored the catcalls and the
whistles made as Marie took a bow and walked off the stage. She made
her way to the bar and was offered a drink by the bartender. "Here
ya go darlin'." Marie winced at the sound of the endearment. She
shook her head to rid herself of thoughts of Logan.
"That was great darlin'."
"Thank you sir - Logan?"
Rogue stood up and was about to walk away but Logan was too fast for
her. He took a hold of her wrist and willed her to face him. She
kept her eyes down and refused to look him in the eye. Already
feeling the sting of tears burning her eyelids, she sighed and led
him to a secluded table in the corner.
"Marie, did you really mean.what you said up there?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean, it seems to me like you were singing from
experience." She said nothing, only twiddling her fingers.
"God Marie, how could you think so little of my feelings for
you ? You know I love you.
"But you love yourself more," she said trying to keep the
bitterness out of her voice. "You can only stay with me for so long
before you revert back to your loner status. Why Logan? Why are you
so afraid of us.of me? What's out there that I can't give you?
"You're right, I'm scared."
"Of what? Whatever it is, you know we could face it
together. That's when we're strongest. Why do you shut me out?" By
then, the tears were streaming freely down her porcelain face.
"Marie, I don't wanna burden you with my problems-
"Well you should've thought of that before saving my life up
on that statue. You're in here now Logan," she said pointing to
her temple. "The good, the bad, and the ugly. You can't escape me
any more than I can escape you.
"So does that mean you want me back," he asked hopefully
She sighed. "I'll always want you back Logan, but whether or not I'm
actually going to take you back, that's another story.
"Marie."
"Here," she said scribbling something on a piece of paper
and thrusting it into his hand. "You can reach me at this number.
We can talk more tomorrow.
"Marie, you won't be sorry. I promise you- She held her hand up, "
I'm not promising anything, so don't you be making any promises you
can't keep either."
"Alright," he replied, knowing he should quit while he was ahead.
When she turned and left, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
Marie breathed in the fresh air as soon as she stepped
outside. She wondered if she was doing the right thing or if she
was setting herself up for another fall. She decided to call Jean
as soon as she got back to her room. She knew her friend wouldn't
mind, despite the late hour. Sighing again, she hailed a cab and
headed back to the hotel. People often said things always looked
better in the morning. In her case, it was the opposite, since
morning was when she often woke up to find that Logan had once again
taken off. She reminded herself that this time, it was her that
did the running. If he didn't call tomorrow, then it wouldn't make
a difference.or would it? Rogue paid the cab driver and walked
begrudgingly up to her room. Once she was inside, she got ready for
bed and "Jean," she said in her mind, "am I doing the right
thing?" She was answered by a warm mental hug from the doctor.
Satisfied, and exhausted, Rogue drifted off to a dreamless
sleep.
Author: JesSickUh
Email: un33kpnay1@y...
Disclaimer: If I owned Logan...I wouldn't bother writing about
it...I'd be living it baby!
Archive Rights: WRFA,DDFH, fan fiction.net, and my yet to be titled/completed website You want it? Go ahead...I wanna feel special. Let me know if u
take it.
Rating: G...if I could write smut...I would
Summary: Logan finds Marie, and they hash things out.sort of.
Series: I dunno.maybe.
Feedback: Please be gentle. I'm still new at this.
Author's Notes: Didn't know what to call this one. I'm not a fan of
Jean at ALL, but for some reason, I didn't write a badJean for this
story. Since it's been a while since I've worked on this, here are
the links to the first two segments of the
story: and
Thank you/Dedications: To all the faithful L/M shippers out there
who provide me w/ lotsa good reading. To Karen for the awesome beta
read.
The crowd burst into a round of applause as Marie sang the
last note of the song. Logan stood up with the audience as they
gave her a standing ovation. He ignored the catcalls and the
whistles made as Marie took a bow and walked off the stage. She made
her way to the bar and was offered a drink by the bartender. "Here
ya go darlin'." Marie winced at the sound of the endearment. She
shook her head to rid herself of thoughts of Logan.
"That was great darlin'."
"Thank you sir - Logan?"
Rogue stood up and was about to walk away but Logan was too fast for
her. He took a hold of her wrist and willed her to face him. She
kept her eyes down and refused to look him in the eye. Already
feeling the sting of tears burning her eyelids, she sighed and led
him to a secluded table in the corner.
"Marie, did you really mean.what you said up there?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean, it seems to me like you were singing from
experience." She said nothing, only twiddling her fingers.
"God Marie, how could you think so little of my feelings for
you ? You know I love you.
"But you love yourself more," she said trying to keep the
bitterness out of her voice. "You can only stay with me for so long
before you revert back to your loner status. Why Logan? Why are you
so afraid of us.of me? What's out there that I can't give you?
"You're right, I'm scared."
"Of what? Whatever it is, you know we could face it
together. That's when we're strongest. Why do you shut me out?" By
then, the tears were streaming freely down her porcelain face.
"Marie, I don't wanna burden you with my problems-
"Well you should've thought of that before saving my life up
on that statue. You're in here now Logan," she said pointing to
her temple. "The good, the bad, and the ugly. You can't escape me
any more than I can escape you.
"So does that mean you want me back," he asked hopefully
She sighed. "I'll always want you back Logan, but whether or not I'm
actually going to take you back, that's another story.
"Marie."
"Here," she said scribbling something on a piece of paper
and thrusting it into his hand. "You can reach me at this number.
We can talk more tomorrow.
"Marie, you won't be sorry. I promise you- She held her hand up, "
I'm not promising anything, so don't you be making any promises you
can't keep either."
"Alright," he replied, knowing he should quit while he was ahead.
When she turned and left, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
Marie breathed in the fresh air as soon as she stepped
outside. She wondered if she was doing the right thing or if she
was setting herself up for another fall. She decided to call Jean
as soon as she got back to her room. She knew her friend wouldn't
mind, despite the late hour. Sighing again, she hailed a cab and
headed back to the hotel. People often said things always looked
better in the morning. In her case, it was the opposite, since
morning was when she often woke up to find that Logan had once again
taken off. She reminded herself that this time, it was her that
did the running. If he didn't call tomorrow, then it wouldn't make
a difference.or would it? Rogue paid the cab driver and walked
begrudgingly up to her room. Once she was inside, she got ready for
bed and "Jean," she said in her mind, "am I doing the right
thing?" She was answered by a warm mental hug from the doctor.
Satisfied, and exhausted, Rogue drifted off to a dreamless
sleep.