Title: All of Me.
Author: Chrissi. Rating: Ummm, roughly PG? PG-13 to be safe? Feedback: Pretty please, I'd love to know what you think. Notes: This is set just after the first X-Men film. Logan's POV. Summary: A very short fic from Logan's POV. Logan thinks about his feelings for Marie. *********************************************
For a guy with a past like mine, I suppose it's gonna seem weird when I say this. I only have one regret.
Well, maybe two.
You'd think it would be more. I've done bad stuff. Hell, bad doesn't even begin to describe it. The thing is that none of it mattered. Nothing mattered until her.
Marie.
I think that I'm the only person that calls her that. The only one who can separate Marie from Rogue. I can see the girl behind the deadly skin. Not that her skin doesn't hold my attention a lot of the time. Although those thoughts don't exactly revolve around how deadly it is.
So, regret number one: that stupid lie I told Jean, about my heart belonging to someone else. I'm not sure why I said it really. Guess I was just trying to rock the boat. The truth is that I wasn't even aware of my heart until I met Marie. I was just a hardened shell. Trust no one was kind of my motto. Not that some parts of me still aren't hardened but what can you expect when I'm looking at that body.
Regret number two's more complicated. I regret not kissing her, not making her my girl before I left. Now this is where the deadly skin comes into my mind. I'm sure that I could last a few seconds, but the truth is I'd want more. And I'm not really sure that having more of me inside her head would be a good thing.
So I gave her my dog tags. Nice one Logan, just when they were saying romance was dead. What girl wouldn't love a bit of dirty metal to hang round her neck? It's not exactly up there with Tiffany's is it? The thing is though, that it was the most that I could give her. The only link to my past. It was like parting with an old friend really. Those dog tags were always with me, the only possession that I really had for a long time.
That's what makes this trip so important. I need to know who I am, where I came from, so that, instead of two regrets and a piece of old metal I can give Marie what she really deserves. All of me.
Author: Chrissi. Rating: Ummm, roughly PG? PG-13 to be safe? Feedback: Pretty please, I'd love to know what you think. Notes: This is set just after the first X-Men film. Logan's POV. Summary: A very short fic from Logan's POV. Logan thinks about his feelings for Marie. *********************************************
For a guy with a past like mine, I suppose it's gonna seem weird when I say this. I only have one regret.
Well, maybe two.
You'd think it would be more. I've done bad stuff. Hell, bad doesn't even begin to describe it. The thing is that none of it mattered. Nothing mattered until her.
Marie.
I think that I'm the only person that calls her that. The only one who can separate Marie from Rogue. I can see the girl behind the deadly skin. Not that her skin doesn't hold my attention a lot of the time. Although those thoughts don't exactly revolve around how deadly it is.
So, regret number one: that stupid lie I told Jean, about my heart belonging to someone else. I'm not sure why I said it really. Guess I was just trying to rock the boat. The truth is that I wasn't even aware of my heart until I met Marie. I was just a hardened shell. Trust no one was kind of my motto. Not that some parts of me still aren't hardened but what can you expect when I'm looking at that body.
Regret number two's more complicated. I regret not kissing her, not making her my girl before I left. Now this is where the deadly skin comes into my mind. I'm sure that I could last a few seconds, but the truth is I'd want more. And I'm not really sure that having more of me inside her head would be a good thing.
So I gave her my dog tags. Nice one Logan, just when they were saying romance was dead. What girl wouldn't love a bit of dirty metal to hang round her neck? It's not exactly up there with Tiffany's is it? The thing is though, that it was the most that I could give her. The only link to my past. It was like parting with an old friend really. Those dog tags were always with me, the only possession that I really had for a long time.
That's what makes this trip so important. I need to know who I am, where I came from, so that, instead of two regrets and a piece of old metal I can give Marie what she really deserves. All of me.
