Hand Meets Cheek
He could not believe that his absence had hurt her this much. Usually people were relieved when he left, but not her. She had always been different from other women, unique. Finding out the identity of this guy was the only thing on his mind. Well, that and pulling his tongue out through his navel and shredding his, erm, manhood. Once he got control of his legs he found his old room unoccupied and the same way he left it, with a lingering hint of Marie's scent, stale but present non-the-less. Tomorrow, he would try again. There was no way he would give up on her that easily.
By the time breakfast rolled around, Logan had been up for nearly three hours, highly unusual for the man who loved a long sleep. Some of this time he spent working out in the weight room taking his aggravation out on a large red punching bag which ended up in pieces on the floor. The rest he was consumed in deep conversation with Charles. The professor had offered Logan back his spot on the team and he accepted immediately, without the slightest hesitation. It would mean more time with Marie. This might show her that he was not about to leave again; at least not without her this time.
Walking into the dining hall, Logan glanced around the room looking for the object of his affection. He found her seated with Ro, Scott, and Kurt. Frowning inwardly he quickly paced over to the table, grabbed an empty seat from the one next to it, and sat down on the chair backwards. He made sure he was directly across from her. "Mornin'," he grunted and reached over to grab a piece of toast, shoving it unceremoniously into his mouth.
"Good morning," Ro said properly, as usual.
"Glad to see you back," Kurt courteously said in his German accent while offering him his hand. Logan hastily wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took Kurt's hand and shook it roughly. The elf, he noted, looked the same. Blue fur and tattoo-like marks were seen over the parts of his body that weren't covered in clothing. His tail wagged around his head as he continued to eat his breakfast.
Logan raised an eyebrow at Scott who was seated in between him and Kurt. Scott was trying his best to keep he eyes trained on his food, unsuccessfully. His dislike of the man was poring off of him in waves and that was the smell that was flooding Logan's nose. He figured it was up to him to break the ice with the 'fearless leader' of the X-men if they were going to work together. "Good mornin', One- er- Scott."
Scott looked at Logan like he had grown an extra head. Having Logan be courteous to him was something he was not prepared for. "What are you up to, Logan?" he asked stiffly.
"Listen," he started. "I simply thought, if we're goin' ta work t'gether we better stop actin' like asses."
Scott blanched. "First off, I'm not the one who acts like an ass." He paused and looked over to Ororo for support but she was staying neutral. "And second, what do you mean by 'working together'?"
"And I thought you were smart." Logan replied, shaking his head slightly. Rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. "Just got done talkin' with Chuck. I'm back on the team, O' fearless leader." He mocked, saluting Scott.
"Great!" Scott mumbled into his fork full of eggs. "Guess I don't have a say?" It wasn't really a question, more like a spoken thought.
"And what would your say in the matt'r be?" Logan prodded. He loved grating on the guy's nerves.
"Hmmm, I wonder," Scott replied. "We can't depend on you to stick around. How can we be sure you'll be here when we need you?"
"I ain't goin' nowhere!" grunted Logan.
"Double negative. Logan, this is a school, you need to learn to use proper English." Scott added, raising an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of Logan's trademark. "You are setting a bad example."
"I'm no friggin role model for anyone, definitely not for no tikes, so they can just get their examples of 'proper English' from someone else." Logan fumed.
Figuring he gave enough time to One-eye Logan turned his attention over to the kid, the reason he was there in the first place. Rogue could feel his stare on her and looked up from her nearly empty plate. She glared at him pointedly before softening her features, "Well, if we're going to be on the same team we better act civil." Her southern accent was music to his ears. Releasing a smile she politely asked, "Sleep well?"
"Yup," Logan smirked, "dreamin' of you," he added. Then smelled her embarrassment.
Standing up suddenly she caught him off guard when her arm swung with all its might and her hand came in contact with his face. She shook her hand violently to ease the stinging while he looked on shocked. There was a noticeable red handprint on his cheek from the force. The others at the table were wide-eyed at the unexpected action. Scott glared daggers at the man who thought humiliating the young woman was fun. Rogue looked menacingly at Wolverine, saw the mark begin to fade and without a word she left the table, Scott at her heels.
Ro looked at Logan with pity in her eyes. "I guess this is not how you planned things to go." She got a growl in response.
Logan stood and turned to leave when he froze and faced Ro once again. "Who's her fiancé?" he muttered under his breath. He had to give it a shot. He had tried with Chuck but was ignored.
"If she did not tell you I do not think it is my place to do so," she said. Her eyes drifted to where she had exited.
He let out his frustration in a primal scream and punched his metal boned fist through the table. Food and dishes went flying when the wood splintered under the pressure. All attention in the room was on this particular trio. The kids were not used to adults behaving in such a manner and were shaken at their actions.
After regaining his composure Logan brushed some eggs from his shirt and syrup and blood off the hand he had pushed through the table. He once again gave the outward appearance that nothing could bother him.
Ro sighed, completely aware of all the pairs of eyes on the three of them. "You need to ask Rogue that," she added quietly.
"And how," he growled, "am I supposed to do that?" His breathing was once again ragged and his mouth hardly moved while he spoke. "She hates me!"
"No she doesn't," Ororo countered. "She is just angry and embarrassed. Just be careful what you say and how you say it next time."
Logan was quiet for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "Do me a favor," Ro nodded. "Ask Rogue to meet me by the pond at seven tonight, " he paused, "just to talk."
"Sure, Logan," she said to his retreating back. She then turned back to Kurt, "Things are going to get heated."
Kurt nodded silently. Everything seemed to be coming to a head quicker than they could react to stop it from happening. He then took up the task of cleaning up the mess the Wolverine had made in his fury.
He could not believe that his absence had hurt her this much. Usually people were relieved when he left, but not her. She had always been different from other women, unique. Finding out the identity of this guy was the only thing on his mind. Well, that and pulling his tongue out through his navel and shredding his, erm, manhood. Once he got control of his legs he found his old room unoccupied and the same way he left it, with a lingering hint of Marie's scent, stale but present non-the-less. Tomorrow, he would try again. There was no way he would give up on her that easily.
By the time breakfast rolled around, Logan had been up for nearly three hours, highly unusual for the man who loved a long sleep. Some of this time he spent working out in the weight room taking his aggravation out on a large red punching bag which ended up in pieces on the floor. The rest he was consumed in deep conversation with Charles. The professor had offered Logan back his spot on the team and he accepted immediately, without the slightest hesitation. It would mean more time with Marie. This might show her that he was not about to leave again; at least not without her this time.
Walking into the dining hall, Logan glanced around the room looking for the object of his affection. He found her seated with Ro, Scott, and Kurt. Frowning inwardly he quickly paced over to the table, grabbed an empty seat from the one next to it, and sat down on the chair backwards. He made sure he was directly across from her. "Mornin'," he grunted and reached over to grab a piece of toast, shoving it unceremoniously into his mouth.
"Good morning," Ro said properly, as usual.
"Glad to see you back," Kurt courteously said in his German accent while offering him his hand. Logan hastily wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took Kurt's hand and shook it roughly. The elf, he noted, looked the same. Blue fur and tattoo-like marks were seen over the parts of his body that weren't covered in clothing. His tail wagged around his head as he continued to eat his breakfast.
Logan raised an eyebrow at Scott who was seated in between him and Kurt. Scott was trying his best to keep he eyes trained on his food, unsuccessfully. His dislike of the man was poring off of him in waves and that was the smell that was flooding Logan's nose. He figured it was up to him to break the ice with the 'fearless leader' of the X-men if they were going to work together. "Good mornin', One- er- Scott."
Scott looked at Logan like he had grown an extra head. Having Logan be courteous to him was something he was not prepared for. "What are you up to, Logan?" he asked stiffly.
"Listen," he started. "I simply thought, if we're goin' ta work t'gether we better stop actin' like asses."
Scott blanched. "First off, I'm not the one who acts like an ass." He paused and looked over to Ororo for support but she was staying neutral. "And second, what do you mean by 'working together'?"
"And I thought you were smart." Logan replied, shaking his head slightly. Rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. "Just got done talkin' with Chuck. I'm back on the team, O' fearless leader." He mocked, saluting Scott.
"Great!" Scott mumbled into his fork full of eggs. "Guess I don't have a say?" It wasn't really a question, more like a spoken thought.
"And what would your say in the matt'r be?" Logan prodded. He loved grating on the guy's nerves.
"Hmmm, I wonder," Scott replied. "We can't depend on you to stick around. How can we be sure you'll be here when we need you?"
"I ain't goin' nowhere!" grunted Logan.
"Double negative. Logan, this is a school, you need to learn to use proper English." Scott added, raising an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of Logan's trademark. "You are setting a bad example."
"I'm no friggin role model for anyone, definitely not for no tikes, so they can just get their examples of 'proper English' from someone else." Logan fumed.
Figuring he gave enough time to One-eye Logan turned his attention over to the kid, the reason he was there in the first place. Rogue could feel his stare on her and looked up from her nearly empty plate. She glared at him pointedly before softening her features, "Well, if we're going to be on the same team we better act civil." Her southern accent was music to his ears. Releasing a smile she politely asked, "Sleep well?"
"Yup," Logan smirked, "dreamin' of you," he added. Then smelled her embarrassment.
Standing up suddenly she caught him off guard when her arm swung with all its might and her hand came in contact with his face. She shook her hand violently to ease the stinging while he looked on shocked. There was a noticeable red handprint on his cheek from the force. The others at the table were wide-eyed at the unexpected action. Scott glared daggers at the man who thought humiliating the young woman was fun. Rogue looked menacingly at Wolverine, saw the mark begin to fade and without a word she left the table, Scott at her heels.
Ro looked at Logan with pity in her eyes. "I guess this is not how you planned things to go." She got a growl in response.
Logan stood and turned to leave when he froze and faced Ro once again. "Who's her fiancé?" he muttered under his breath. He had to give it a shot. He had tried with Chuck but was ignored.
"If she did not tell you I do not think it is my place to do so," she said. Her eyes drifted to where she had exited.
He let out his frustration in a primal scream and punched his metal boned fist through the table. Food and dishes went flying when the wood splintered under the pressure. All attention in the room was on this particular trio. The kids were not used to adults behaving in such a manner and were shaken at their actions.
After regaining his composure Logan brushed some eggs from his shirt and syrup and blood off the hand he had pushed through the table. He once again gave the outward appearance that nothing could bother him.
Ro sighed, completely aware of all the pairs of eyes on the three of them. "You need to ask Rogue that," she added quietly.
"And how," he growled, "am I supposed to do that?" His breathing was once again ragged and his mouth hardly moved while he spoke. "She hates me!"
"No she doesn't," Ororo countered. "She is just angry and embarrassed. Just be careful what you say and how you say it next time."
Logan was quiet for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "Do me a favor," Ro nodded. "Ask Rogue to meet me by the pond at seven tonight, " he paused, "just to talk."
"Sure, Logan," she said to his retreating back. She then turned back to Kurt, "Things are going to get heated."
Kurt nodded silently. Everything seemed to be coming to a head quicker than they could react to stop it from happening. He then took up the task of cleaning up the mess the Wolverine had made in his fury.