author: Lucinda
rating: pg, pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
the site: http://qfic.moonlitpaths.com/index.php
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not own Logan, he belongs to Marvel comics/entertainment.
distribution: Quickie Challenge, WLS, NHA, Bite Me please? Twisting the Hellmouth
note: set post season 6, post X-Men the movie.
Willow leaned back against a tree, watching the sun set over a lake. The water looked cold and deep, rippling slightly as it reflected the reds, purples and oranges of the sunset. Logan was beside her, warm and comforting, his fingers resting on her arm. It was as if he half expected her to vanish.
"This is nice. Peaceful. Why can't things always be this way?" She sighed, not entirely certain there was an answer.
Logan chuckled a little. "Because... the whole world isn't peaceful and quiet. There are a lot of other people out there, making a lot of noise. But this is nice. Soothing."
They sat there for a while longer, watching the colors darken, the stars gradually appear in the sky. Logan spoke again, almost reluctantly. "Willow? What do you think of when you hear the word home?"
"Home... that's supposed to be where you feel welcome, and safe and loved. A place where you belong." Shifting a little, she leaned her head on his shoulder. A bit wistfully, she continued. "I don't have a home anymore. I used to, but now... they're afraid of me now. Home should be a place where they aren't afraid of you."
"There might be a place. Somewhere I ended up for a while, before I started searching for my past again. A school for mutants, it's called Xavier's." Logan's hand was rubbing over her arm. "They've even got a doctor there."
"Do you miss it? Having a place to stay, the people there?" Willow twisted around so that she was facing him, wanting to see into his eyes.
Logan paused, as if considering how to nswer. "Sometimes. Some of the things. There were a lot of people there, and some of them... we didn't all get along. But it was... I wasn't so much of a freak there. And it won't be nice hiking weather forever, I'd rather not be camping out when it starts to get frosty outside."
Willow giggled a bit, running her finger along his chest. "I could keep you warm... But wait, hot showers. Laundry. Coffee... yeah, lets go to this school."
Logan laughed, cuddling her closer to him. "You are just too much sometimes, Willow. I think you might like it there. And we wouldn't always have to cook our own meals."
She wrinkled her nose, knowing that he was teasing her. "I'm getting better... I'm not that bad, honestly."
Wisely, Logan just kissed her, dodging the matter entirely.
"Well, I suppose we could let someone else cook occasionally." She curled up on his lap, deciding that was more comfortable than the ground. "So, is there any particular reason that you're bringing this up, oh man of mine?"
"Hmmm..." He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling a bit at her earlobe. "Do I need a reason to want you safe and comfortable?"
"I can take care of myself, Logan. You know that... ohh..." Willow sighed, melting against her lover.
"I know that you can. But maybe you shouldn't always have to?" He traced over one of the many small scars that she'd walked away from the Hellmouth with, his eyes sad and full of love. "Besides, there's not too much more to see out here."
Willow sighed, wondering if there was something that Logan wasn't telling her, some hidden prompting of the suggested return to civilization. With a slightly exaggerated pout, she agreed. "I suppose we could go back, although I'm a bit reluctant to share you with anybody else. The good news is that there's a lot more chocolate where the people are."
"Sweetie, when we get back, I promise to get you all the chocolate that you want." There was a seductive growl to his voice.
Life was looking up. She had Logan, and he showed every sign that he would be with her for a very long time. As far as she was concerned, that was just about perfect. "So... when did you want to head back?"
"Tomorrow. We can start back tomorrow." Logan's smile told Willow that he had a few plans for the time between now and then. Those plans sounded pretty appealing.
* * * *
After a good deal more traveling, Willow found herself clinging to Logan's back as the motorcycle roared down the road. He'd confessed with a small smile that he'd 'borrowed' the bike from someone at this school, and that he should probably return it. After a bit of giggling and an unconvincing 'shame on you', Willow had conceded that it was a very nice motorcycle. Of course, she felt like it was even better with Logan sitting on it, but she might be just a little bit biased.
Logan slowed the bike, and came to a halt in front of a set of wrought iron gates set in a brick wall. An elegant mansion was visible through the gates, with a rolling lawn and manicured hedges and red flowers. It looked splendid, and entirely unlike any sort of school that she'd ever seen in her life.
"That's Xavier's. Doesn't look much like a school, does it?" Logan chuckled a little, apparently enjoying her reaction.
"No it doesn't… but I can feel the people inside. A lot of them… they don't feel quite the same though, not like I'm used to people feeling." Willow looked at the building, feeling the energies of it, the many people inside. This was a good place, a place of caring and nurturing and protection.
"Mutants. I didn't know that it affected the aura or whatever it is you feel around people." Logan smiled, and then slowly punched in a number combination on the keypad. As the gates swung open, he gestured. "Welcome to Xavier's, hope you like the place."
Willow gave him a hug, knowing that despite his almost teasing tone, these people were the closest that he had to family. Family wasn't a matter of genes, it was about caring and hoping and helping. And home was where your family lived, where you were welcome.
He parked the motorcycle in front of a long garage, and the two of them walked towards the mansion. A few people were waiting on the steps. There was a scowling man with red sunglasses, and a woman with longer red hair who was trying to calm the man in the red glasses down. A dark skinned woman with white hair looked amused by the other two, and then stepped forward, her voice slightly accented. "Welcome back Logan. Who did you bring with you?"
Logan held her hand in his, fingers entwined. "This is Willow, my fiancé. Willow, the guy in the glasses is Scott. He built the bike – it's in front of the garage, safe and sound. His girlfriend's Jean, and that's Ororo."
Scott and Jean just looked astonished, as if things had ground to a halt at the word fiancé. Ororo smiled, looking delighted and stepped forward, holding one hand out towards Willow. "I'm delighted to meet the woman who could get Logan to commit to something like that. Welcome to Xavier's."
Willow shook her hand, getting an impression of wind and rain and green growing things. "I think… I think I'm going to like it here. It's good to meet all of you; Logan's mentioned so many things. Most of them good things."
Logan glanced at the still quiet other couple almost containing his smile. "It's good to be home."
End Reach Out 5: The Meaning of Home.
End Reach OUt series.
rating: pg, pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
the site: http://qfic.moonlitpaths.com/index.php
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not own Logan, he belongs to Marvel comics/entertainment.
distribution: Quickie Challenge, WLS, NHA, Bite Me please? Twisting the Hellmouth
note: set post season 6, post X-Men the movie.
Willow leaned back against a tree, watching the sun set over a lake. The water looked cold and deep, rippling slightly as it reflected the reds, purples and oranges of the sunset. Logan was beside her, warm and comforting, his fingers resting on her arm. It was as if he half expected her to vanish.
"This is nice. Peaceful. Why can't things always be this way?" She sighed, not entirely certain there was an answer.
Logan chuckled a little. "Because... the whole world isn't peaceful and quiet. There are a lot of other people out there, making a lot of noise. But this is nice. Soothing."
They sat there for a while longer, watching the colors darken, the stars gradually appear in the sky. Logan spoke again, almost reluctantly. "Willow? What do you think of when you hear the word home?"
"Home... that's supposed to be where you feel welcome, and safe and loved. A place where you belong." Shifting a little, she leaned her head on his shoulder. A bit wistfully, she continued. "I don't have a home anymore. I used to, but now... they're afraid of me now. Home should be a place where they aren't afraid of you."
"There might be a place. Somewhere I ended up for a while, before I started searching for my past again. A school for mutants, it's called Xavier's." Logan's hand was rubbing over her arm. "They've even got a doctor there."
"Do you miss it? Having a place to stay, the people there?" Willow twisted around so that she was facing him, wanting to see into his eyes.
Logan paused, as if considering how to nswer. "Sometimes. Some of the things. There were a lot of people there, and some of them... we didn't all get along. But it was... I wasn't so much of a freak there. And it won't be nice hiking weather forever, I'd rather not be camping out when it starts to get frosty outside."
Willow giggled a bit, running her finger along his chest. "I could keep you warm... But wait, hot showers. Laundry. Coffee... yeah, lets go to this school."
Logan laughed, cuddling her closer to him. "You are just too much sometimes, Willow. I think you might like it there. And we wouldn't always have to cook our own meals."
She wrinkled her nose, knowing that he was teasing her. "I'm getting better... I'm not that bad, honestly."
Wisely, Logan just kissed her, dodging the matter entirely.
"Well, I suppose we could let someone else cook occasionally." She curled up on his lap, deciding that was more comfortable than the ground. "So, is there any particular reason that you're bringing this up, oh man of mine?"
"Hmmm..." He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling a bit at her earlobe. "Do I need a reason to want you safe and comfortable?"
"I can take care of myself, Logan. You know that... ohh..." Willow sighed, melting against her lover.
"I know that you can. But maybe you shouldn't always have to?" He traced over one of the many small scars that she'd walked away from the Hellmouth with, his eyes sad and full of love. "Besides, there's not too much more to see out here."
Willow sighed, wondering if there was something that Logan wasn't telling her, some hidden prompting of the suggested return to civilization. With a slightly exaggerated pout, she agreed. "I suppose we could go back, although I'm a bit reluctant to share you with anybody else. The good news is that there's a lot more chocolate where the people are."
"Sweetie, when we get back, I promise to get you all the chocolate that you want." There was a seductive growl to his voice.
Life was looking up. She had Logan, and he showed every sign that he would be with her for a very long time. As far as she was concerned, that was just about perfect. "So... when did you want to head back?"
"Tomorrow. We can start back tomorrow." Logan's smile told Willow that he had a few plans for the time between now and then. Those plans sounded pretty appealing.
* * * *
After a good deal more traveling, Willow found herself clinging to Logan's back as the motorcycle roared down the road. He'd confessed with a small smile that he'd 'borrowed' the bike from someone at this school, and that he should probably return it. After a bit of giggling and an unconvincing 'shame on you', Willow had conceded that it was a very nice motorcycle. Of course, she felt like it was even better with Logan sitting on it, but she might be just a little bit biased.
Logan slowed the bike, and came to a halt in front of a set of wrought iron gates set in a brick wall. An elegant mansion was visible through the gates, with a rolling lawn and manicured hedges and red flowers. It looked splendid, and entirely unlike any sort of school that she'd ever seen in her life.
"That's Xavier's. Doesn't look much like a school, does it?" Logan chuckled a little, apparently enjoying her reaction.
"No it doesn't… but I can feel the people inside. A lot of them… they don't feel quite the same though, not like I'm used to people feeling." Willow looked at the building, feeling the energies of it, the many people inside. This was a good place, a place of caring and nurturing and protection.
"Mutants. I didn't know that it affected the aura or whatever it is you feel around people." Logan smiled, and then slowly punched in a number combination on the keypad. As the gates swung open, he gestured. "Welcome to Xavier's, hope you like the place."
Willow gave him a hug, knowing that despite his almost teasing tone, these people were the closest that he had to family. Family wasn't a matter of genes, it was about caring and hoping and helping. And home was where your family lived, where you were welcome.
He parked the motorcycle in front of a long garage, and the two of them walked towards the mansion. A few people were waiting on the steps. There was a scowling man with red sunglasses, and a woman with longer red hair who was trying to calm the man in the red glasses down. A dark skinned woman with white hair looked amused by the other two, and then stepped forward, her voice slightly accented. "Welcome back Logan. Who did you bring with you?"
Logan held her hand in his, fingers entwined. "This is Willow, my fiancé. Willow, the guy in the glasses is Scott. He built the bike – it's in front of the garage, safe and sound. His girlfriend's Jean, and that's Ororo."
Scott and Jean just looked astonished, as if things had ground to a halt at the word fiancé. Ororo smiled, looking delighted and stepped forward, holding one hand out towards Willow. "I'm delighted to meet the woman who could get Logan to commit to something like that. Welcome to Xavier's."
Willow shook her hand, getting an impression of wind and rain and green growing things. "I think… I think I'm going to like it here. It's good to meet all of you; Logan's mentioned so many things. Most of them good things."
Logan glanced at the still quiet other couple almost containing his smile. "It's good to be home."
End Reach Out 5: The Meaning of Home.
End Reach OUt series.