Three times she had tried! And all three times his acute sense of
hearing or his sensitive sense of smell would find her out. Escape at this
point seemed impossible. It had been hours since the Professor had
contacted her, and she had no idea what was going on there.
She sat on the motel bed handcuffed to one post as Logan took a shower. He had, Oh-so graciously, given her the remote. As if it made up for any of this. She flipped through the channels... Weather, "It's going to be cold outside today" the broadcaster announced. "No shit!" Marie grunted and flipped the channel again. Soap opera, what's with these? Don't people have enough drama in their own lives? She snorted, I can always introduce them to the Professor and all the others... there would never be a soap again. Ah, finally! The news is on... "...and if you've seen her anywhere or have any information, call Charles Xavier at..." she flipped the channel quickly, praying Logan hadn't heard it.
So that's what they were doing! As if that's going to help; Logan never let her out of the truck, unless they were coming in a hotel for the night. No one ever saw her. She ignored the proud grunt in the back of her head from when Logan had touched her last. She tried to push him back but it gave her a head ache. She knew how to go through everything to find herself again ... she was just putting it off. She felt that she had plenty of time seeing as how he had just recently touched her, to be sure the sleeping potion didn't hurt her. But as the headache hit her harder, she changed her mind, thinking that now is as good a time as any.
She closed her eyes and was sifting through thoughts and fragmented memories. She was mentally connecting them to the Logan personality in her head. It reminded her of an update process a little. Suddenly a thought flew through her head, it was Logan... correction, and it was Logan and her traveling. So he had thought about how to do this! She started looking around for the information on his final destination. However it seemed Logan had none when she took him in this time. However she now knew what had knocked her out... a sleeping vial according to the picture in her head. Her gaze flew to the floor where his pants rested... if her memories were right and he hadn't put it anywhere else after he touched her, the vial should be in the front right pocket.
She listened to Logan's shower, the water was still running, but she didn't know how long he'd be in there for sure. She bit her lower lip and took a chance. She slid one long leg out, trying to grab his pants, finding they were just out of her reach. She pushed her body forward harder, and got her toe through a loop hole pulling them back slowly so she didn't drop them. She flicked her ankle, and caught the air-born pants in her waiting hands. She listened to the noise in the bathroom one more time, and after being satisfied that he was still occupied she slipped her fingers in the pocket and withdrew the vial.
She wanted to jump up and down, if she could get him to sniff it, she'd have around 6 hour to get away. She started bring the vial down closer to her face to look at it, but the chains stopped her. She glanced up at them after forgetting them in her excitement. How was she going to get away when she was shackled down?
Marie heard the water turn off and suddenly wiggled up to her hands and pushed the vial between her breasts, before turning the TV back on and started flipping through channels. Her memory wasn't able to tell her where the key to the cuffs were... either he hadn't gotten them yet ... or he hadn't thought of using them.
Logan stepped out of the bedroom, in jeans but no shirt. Marie glared at him, but said nothing. "Let's get some sleep."
Marie's eyes widened as she thought of something, Logan was just sitting on the opposite side of the bed taking off his jeans to sleep in boxers. Marie showed her aggravation on her face, "I guess, I have to sleep in these?"
Logan looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.
Marie snorted, "It's not as if you wouldn't hear or smell me. You're just being an ass!" she twisted her arms so she could lie down, and winced a little. She heard Logan sigh, but he reached over and next thing she knew the cuffs were off. She looked up at him, and for the first time she saw regret and apologies in his eyes. He turned and set the key on the night- side table and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'm going out for a smoke." He stood and slipped his jeans back on and started back around the bed. Half way around he looked at her and opened his mouth to say something. She waited but he just shut his mouth shook his head and mumbled about it being to late now.
She watched him open and close the door, and in knowing he was right outside it, she simply stared at the closed door in confusion. She didn't understand everything that was going on, and even less of what was going on with him. Nothing in his thoughts were clueing her in, in fact there was some of his personality he was hiding from her, guarding. She thought on that oddity for a while before Logan finally did come back in and they both lay down.
Marie shifted under the ruse of getting comfortable to really retrieve the vial from its hiding place. She held it between her hands and stared at the wall waiting for him to doze off.
"Marie..."
She jumped in surprise of his voice. "What?" she said a little harshly.
He grunted, frustrated. "I didn't do this to punish you, or anything."
"You could have fooled me!"
"Look, kid, you're... I... we're like family. I can't stand by and watch that shit!"
"The do what you always do when you don't like something... run!" She turned her head to look at him, "Oh but that's right, that IS what you're doing... running away... kidnapping me so you can feel like you've done your duty!"
"You're mine, kid. There ain't nothing going to change that. I did what I had to." She rolled back over.
"You don't own me! Oh, and Logan... you didn't do what you HAD to... you did what you wanted to! There is a vast difference between selfishness and obligation. Study up on it."
"Damn kid, just... shit, just go to sleep."
She let out a 'huff' and he released a long breath.
An hour later Logan's breathing was steady and deep, and the deeper his got the shorter and more anxious she got. She could do this... she knew she could... she hoped. She turned over and Logan's body must have figured it was just her rolling over in sleep to become more comfortable. She stayed there unmoving for 20 minutes anyway. Just in case.
He turned over and her breath caught, her heart stopped and she just stared at him with the 'deer caught in the headlights' look. Until she realized ... he wasn't looking back... he was still fast asleep. She took a deep breath held it and then slid the opened vial under his nose.
His first whiff of it he snorted and shook his head softly. She reminded him of a cat she had at home that refused to eat anything but wet cat-food. She'd tried everything and that cat just turned her pert little nose up at all of it. She came back to the here and now and let Logan take three more lungs full of the stuff before assuming he'd had enough. She waited a few minutes then stood up, still staring at him. Getting out of the bed didn't rouse him, so she decided she had time and could afford to pack some. So she did and ran off.
She sat at a bar that she had walked into, and she sipped her water. It was early enough that there weren't many people in here and it wasn't foggy from all the cigarette and cigar smoke.
She reached down for another sip of her glass when she was snagged from behind, she let out a gasp and a squeak as the glass fell to the floor and she was pulled from her seat.
Ok so here's the thing... the most wanted vote was for her to get away... well voila, done. A lot of you wanted Scott to go after her and find her by himself, some wanted the X-men and some didn't even want her to escape. So here's the thing, I figured I'd get her out like the voters wanted then you guys could figure out who grabs her... whether it be good, bad, worse, or just ok.
Logan catches her Scott catches her X-men catch up to her Sabertooth catches her
Have fun with the voting!!!!!
She sat on the motel bed handcuffed to one post as Logan took a shower. He had, Oh-so graciously, given her the remote. As if it made up for any of this. She flipped through the channels... Weather, "It's going to be cold outside today" the broadcaster announced. "No shit!" Marie grunted and flipped the channel again. Soap opera, what's with these? Don't people have enough drama in their own lives? She snorted, I can always introduce them to the Professor and all the others... there would never be a soap again. Ah, finally! The news is on... "...and if you've seen her anywhere or have any information, call Charles Xavier at..." she flipped the channel quickly, praying Logan hadn't heard it.
So that's what they were doing! As if that's going to help; Logan never let her out of the truck, unless they were coming in a hotel for the night. No one ever saw her. She ignored the proud grunt in the back of her head from when Logan had touched her last. She tried to push him back but it gave her a head ache. She knew how to go through everything to find herself again ... she was just putting it off. She felt that she had plenty of time seeing as how he had just recently touched her, to be sure the sleeping potion didn't hurt her. But as the headache hit her harder, she changed her mind, thinking that now is as good a time as any.
She closed her eyes and was sifting through thoughts and fragmented memories. She was mentally connecting them to the Logan personality in her head. It reminded her of an update process a little. Suddenly a thought flew through her head, it was Logan... correction, and it was Logan and her traveling. So he had thought about how to do this! She started looking around for the information on his final destination. However it seemed Logan had none when she took him in this time. However she now knew what had knocked her out... a sleeping vial according to the picture in her head. Her gaze flew to the floor where his pants rested... if her memories were right and he hadn't put it anywhere else after he touched her, the vial should be in the front right pocket.
She listened to Logan's shower, the water was still running, but she didn't know how long he'd be in there for sure. She bit her lower lip and took a chance. She slid one long leg out, trying to grab his pants, finding they were just out of her reach. She pushed her body forward harder, and got her toe through a loop hole pulling them back slowly so she didn't drop them. She flicked her ankle, and caught the air-born pants in her waiting hands. She listened to the noise in the bathroom one more time, and after being satisfied that he was still occupied she slipped her fingers in the pocket and withdrew the vial.
She wanted to jump up and down, if she could get him to sniff it, she'd have around 6 hour to get away. She started bring the vial down closer to her face to look at it, but the chains stopped her. She glanced up at them after forgetting them in her excitement. How was she going to get away when she was shackled down?
Marie heard the water turn off and suddenly wiggled up to her hands and pushed the vial between her breasts, before turning the TV back on and started flipping through channels. Her memory wasn't able to tell her where the key to the cuffs were... either he hadn't gotten them yet ... or he hadn't thought of using them.
Logan stepped out of the bedroom, in jeans but no shirt. Marie glared at him, but said nothing. "Let's get some sleep."
Marie's eyes widened as she thought of something, Logan was just sitting on the opposite side of the bed taking off his jeans to sleep in boxers. Marie showed her aggravation on her face, "I guess, I have to sleep in these?"
Logan looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.
Marie snorted, "It's not as if you wouldn't hear or smell me. You're just being an ass!" she twisted her arms so she could lie down, and winced a little. She heard Logan sigh, but he reached over and next thing she knew the cuffs were off. She looked up at him, and for the first time she saw regret and apologies in his eyes. He turned and set the key on the night- side table and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'm going out for a smoke." He stood and slipped his jeans back on and started back around the bed. Half way around he looked at her and opened his mouth to say something. She waited but he just shut his mouth shook his head and mumbled about it being to late now.
She watched him open and close the door, and in knowing he was right outside it, she simply stared at the closed door in confusion. She didn't understand everything that was going on, and even less of what was going on with him. Nothing in his thoughts were clueing her in, in fact there was some of his personality he was hiding from her, guarding. She thought on that oddity for a while before Logan finally did come back in and they both lay down.
Marie shifted under the ruse of getting comfortable to really retrieve the vial from its hiding place. She held it between her hands and stared at the wall waiting for him to doze off.
"Marie..."
She jumped in surprise of his voice. "What?" she said a little harshly.
He grunted, frustrated. "I didn't do this to punish you, or anything."
"You could have fooled me!"
"Look, kid, you're... I... we're like family. I can't stand by and watch that shit!"
"The do what you always do when you don't like something... run!" She turned her head to look at him, "Oh but that's right, that IS what you're doing... running away... kidnapping me so you can feel like you've done your duty!"
"You're mine, kid. There ain't nothing going to change that. I did what I had to." She rolled back over.
"You don't own me! Oh, and Logan... you didn't do what you HAD to... you did what you wanted to! There is a vast difference between selfishness and obligation. Study up on it."
"Damn kid, just... shit, just go to sleep."
She let out a 'huff' and he released a long breath.
An hour later Logan's breathing was steady and deep, and the deeper his got the shorter and more anxious she got. She could do this... she knew she could... she hoped. She turned over and Logan's body must have figured it was just her rolling over in sleep to become more comfortable. She stayed there unmoving for 20 minutes anyway. Just in case.
He turned over and her breath caught, her heart stopped and she just stared at him with the 'deer caught in the headlights' look. Until she realized ... he wasn't looking back... he was still fast asleep. She took a deep breath held it and then slid the opened vial under his nose.
His first whiff of it he snorted and shook his head softly. She reminded him of a cat she had at home that refused to eat anything but wet cat-food. She'd tried everything and that cat just turned her pert little nose up at all of it. She came back to the here and now and let Logan take three more lungs full of the stuff before assuming he'd had enough. She waited a few minutes then stood up, still staring at him. Getting out of the bed didn't rouse him, so she decided she had time and could afford to pack some. So she did and ran off.
She sat at a bar that she had walked into, and she sipped her water. It was early enough that there weren't many people in here and it wasn't foggy from all the cigarette and cigar smoke.
She reached down for another sip of her glass when she was snagged from behind, she let out a gasp and a squeak as the glass fell to the floor and she was pulled from her seat.
Ok so here's the thing... the most wanted vote was for her to get away... well voila, done. A lot of you wanted Scott to go after her and find her by himself, some wanted the X-men and some didn't even want her to escape. So here's the thing, I figured I'd get her out like the voters wanted then you guys could figure out who grabs her... whether it be good, bad, worse, or just ok.
Logan catches her Scott catches her X-men catch up to her Sabertooth catches her
Have fun with the voting!!!!!