--Okay. What I really hate is when someone starts a perfectly good storie
and NEVER FINISHES! AH! So. At the risk of being killed or worse. . .sued,
I'm going to continue a Logan/Marie Romance that I love and have been
waiting eions for. so blah!(Not writing song fic.)
--This was origional done by Alexz Recoro and was origionaly called
Paradise Is With You
-- I own nothing of anything that has to do with X-Men, though I'd like
wolverine (Logan) is thats alright. Nor, do I take credit for the first bit
of this storie.
WARNING Storie may suck when you get to where I actully start writing it.
*sigh*
Paradise is with you
Logan steered the bike into the hotel parking lot. He looked around, his senses on the alert. Satisfied he turned off the bike. He was still alone somewhere in Canada. He didn't even know where he was anymore. And he didn't care. He stepped off and shook his head. He took a deep breath and felt the cold air burn his throat and lungs. He didn't mind. The pain reminded him that he was still alive. About the only thing that did any more. Other then the absence of the dogs tags around his neck. Everytime he woke up panting and grabbed for the dog tags and found them missing, it calmed him, just like they used to.
He stalked past the front desk, everyone in the lobby shrinking away from him. He was glad. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He was happy alone. And he was better off. Everyone was better off if he was alone.
Logan opened the door to his room, walked in and slammed it shut. He didn't care if someone complained. He was in an ugly mood and taking it out on everything around him. He kicked his boots off and lay down on the bed. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on. There was some idiot going on about how mutants were evil and should be locked up somewhere. Logan snorted humorlessly. This guy obvoisly didn't know the same mutants he did. Logan turned off the TV and prowled the room again.
He sat down on the bed and reached tenativly for the phone. He picked it up and, taking a deep breath, dailed the number that was burned into his memory. The phone rang, once, twice. Then someone ansewered.
"Hello?" Logan breath caught in this throat and he couldn't breath. The voice on the other end was light and breezy, with a southern drawl and the hint of a giggle. There was only one girl with a voice like that.
"Hello? He..."
Logan hung up the phone. He was sweating buckets and the room was suddenly much to hot. He took a cold shower, then stripped to his boxers and crawled into the bed. He willed sleep to come, but after tossing and turning for a few hours, Logan simply lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. A tune began playing in his head, one he had heard a few hours ago, and had been with him ever since.
*All of my life I had searched for you
Always looking, never finding a love to pull me through
But then you came to me, from heaven above
You took my hand, filled my empty heart with your tender love*
Logan rolled onto his side, and reached for his pants. There in his back pocket was his wallet. And in his wallet was a picture... He pulled out his wallet. He dug into the very back, and pulled out the picture. It was creased and folded, but Logan treated it with the greatest care. It was of him and Marie, his Marie, the day before he had left. He had just gotton out of the infirmary, and hadn't decided to leave yet.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He and Marie were standing under a tree. He had just given her a book he had bought her. She had it clasped to her chest, and was looking up at him with a look of pure delight and happiness. Jean had been going photo crazy that day, and snapped the picture. Logan had stolen the film the day he left. He had it developed, and kept this one. The rest he had mailed back to Jean.
*You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He couldn't believe how bad he missed her. He hadn't expected to miss anyone, or anything. He hadn't even planned on going back. He had just told Marie that he would be back because she had looked at him with that hopeful look on her face. Her eyes were big and pleading, and she hadn't wanted him to leave. So he had given her his dog tags to make that look in her eyes go away. If she thought he would come back, then she wouldn't have to worry that he was never coming back. But now, he was actually eager to go back.
*Every night girl I'll pray for you
Always waiting for your love to somehow pull me through
And since you came to me, from heaven above
You took my hand, and my lonely heart
And saved me with your love*
Logan smiled. To think that he actually wanted to go back. Here he was, trying to track down his past, but it suddenly didn't seem as important as it had when he started. So far, all he had run into was dead ends and gone around in circles. And to be honest, was he even trying? He had to admit that he wasn't. All he wanted to do was think about what had happened that night in that bar when he had first met the scared little girl who called herself Rogue. And then everything they had shared at the mansion.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He remembered how scared he had been on the Statue of Liberty. How he had been afraid that he wouldn't reach her in time. How when he had pulled her from the restraints how limp she had been in his arms. The white streak in her hair that he had pushed aside without really noticeing. How he had made the decision in an instant to touch her forehead with his bare hands and press his forehead to hers. He still remembered passing out, with the only thought in his head being '...as long as she lives, it doesn't matter if I die...' But they had both lived. Logan and Marie. In the days during and after his recovery, she was his shadow. You never saw one without the other.
*You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
To his surprise, Logan actually wanted that again. To be Logan and Marie. The Wolverine and the Rogue. The rebel and his shadow. Some thought he was a bad influence, but he didn't really care. Marie didn't either. Plus, he secretly thought that the Professor liked him. And didn't mind him hanging around with Rogue. She was a nice kid, and he liked her.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel*
Ah, who was he kidding? She wasn't a kid. He didn't even see her as one. He was totally, helplessly, undeniabley head over heels in love with Maire. And he didn't even know why! But then, did anyone know why they fell in love with someone? All he knew was that there was this kind, sweet, passionate, funny, strong, brave, understanding, brillant and beautiful angel that made him go weak at the knees when ever she smiled that shy little smile of hers, the one that lite up her eyes, the one that she smiled only at him.
*You're my angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
The alarm clock went off. Marie's hand came out of the pile of blankets on the bed and groped around until she found and hit the button. She groaned and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and half-climbed, half-fell off the bed.
"Ow." She whispered. There was a flash and a smell of sulpher. Her friend Kurt appeared on the ceiling. Marie squeaked and fell back.
"Kurt! I have told you. For the last time, DON'T DO THAT!"
"Sorry." The blue furred, yellow eyed, fanged teenanger said with a grin, his tail whipping back and forth. Marie grabbed his tail and pulled him off her ceiling. She grabbed his thoat and pulled him close.
"Get. Out. Now." Marie growled. Something she had learned from Logan. Got people out of her face. Kurt gulped and vanished. Marie sat up and went to her bathroom. That was the good thing about living in the the Institute was that every student got their own bathroom. And the rooms were soundproof, so her music could be as loud as she wanted. She turned on her radio and turned it up so she could hear it in the shower.
*When I first saw you
I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine*
Marie stopped for a minute, then continued on. This song always reminded her of Logan. Marie reached under her nightgown and pulled the chain up. The dog tags rested heavily in her hand. The day he had given them to her was still clearly etched in her mind. Logan was her gaurdin angel. He had risked his life to save her, not once but many times.
*I looked at you
Looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm gonna love you boy
You are so fine
Angel of Mine*
Marie walked over to the dresser and dropped the dog tags on top. She stroked her old gloves, the velvet soft beneath her bare fingers. After hours with the Professor, she had finally gained control of her powers. Now she really couldn't wait for Logan to get back. He'd be so of his Marie. Of his shadow. Of her.
*How you changed my world
You'll never know
I'm different now
You helped me grow*
Marie sighed. She missed Logan so much it hurt sometimes. Where he used to be, there was nothing. He was always there, to hold her, comfort her, rescue her. But he wasn't here anymore, and she had grown stronger with out him. Everyone said that she didn't need him. Bobby. Dr. Gray. Mr. Summers. They said it was good that he had left. They said he wasn't coming back. But she wanted him back. So much. She wanted him here, with her. She wanted him to prove them wrong.
*You came into my life
Sent straight from above
When I lost all hope
You showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Marie felt the tears starting. She wiped them away angerly. She didn't cry. Logan didn't cry. He was tough. He'd want her to be tough. She knew that. But it was so hard sometimes. Keeping it bottled up inside. But she didn't want to share with anyone. She was better off alone. Her and Logan were alot alike. He didn't want anyone getting to close, because something in his past, something he didn't know about, could track them down and hurt them. She didn't want anyone to close because she couldn't touch them. They had both built up walls so high and so thick, it didn't look like they were going to be coming down at all.
*Nothing means more to me than what we share
No one in this whole world can ever compare
It's like the way you move
You're still on my mind
Angel of Mine*
With the Professors help, Marie's walls were coming down. But she could still feel Logan's walls, in her mind. He had faded. But he wasn't gone yet. And she wanted him back her before he faded completely from her mind. Before she lost that part of him, she wanted the real him. Then she could let go off the part that was still lingering her mind, because she clung to it. It was her security blanket. It made her feel safe and warm, late at night, in the dark, when she woke up from a nightmare. That tiny part of Logan gave her courage.
*What you mean to me
You'll never know
Deep inside
I need to show*
Marie sighed and sat down on her bed, the thought of a shower completely forgotten. She slid the chain for the dogtags around her neck, then grabbed and pillow and hugged it. The tears were still rolling down her face, and she couldn't stop them. Finally she just let them fall. It felt good. Cleanseing. Healing. But they left her feeling empty inside.
*You came into my life
Straight from above
When I lost all hope
Boy you showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of mine*
Marie let the last of her tears fall. When they were gone, she just sat there, letting them dry on her face. There was a few in the corners of her mouth. She stuck out her tounge and tasted their sweet saltyness. The taste calmed her a little. So little calmed her these days.
*I never knew I could feel each moment
As if it were new
Every breath that I take
The love that we make
I only share it with you*
Marie wiped her face. She was so lonely lately. She could feel Logan's memories slipping away from her, and she spent all her time fighting that. Everyone knew she was distracted, and no one wanted to disturb her. When she was fighting to keep the memories, she had an extremly short fuse. And now that she could control her powers, a well placed touch could hurt. But she missed him so much...
*When I first saw you
I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine*
She missed him so much because she loved him. That startled Marie. Love. She rolled that word around in her mind.
"Love." She whispered, liking the way in rolled off her tounge. Was she in love with Logan? With a start, she realised she had to be. Why else would she be wishing for him back, why else would she never let his dogtags out of her sight, even in the danger room? Why else did she cling to his memoies? And why else did she want him back so much in hurt to think about him being gone?
*You came into my life
Straight from above
When I lost all hope
Boy, you showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
But boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Marie sighed and stood up. She cranked the stero, and stepped into her bathroom. She stripped quickly and stepped into the shower, the warm water washing over her, soothing her and washing away the tears, the last traces of her weakness. Marie hated being weak. It made her disgusted with herself. Logan wasn't weak. But then, she wasn't Logan. Marie smiled as she realized that feeling it was wrong to cry was from Logan. Her angel.
*How you changed my world
You'll never know
I'm different now
You helped me grow*
Marie finished her shower and stepped out. She dried her self quickly and dragged a comb through her hair. Then she pulled it back into a high ponytail. Quickly she dressed. It was hot, so she pulled on a leather mini skirt and a dark blue tube top. She put the dogtags on, but tucked them into her shirt. The memories were fainter than every, but Marie decided to let them go. She wasn't letting Logan go. He would be back. He promised.
*I look at you looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
Checkin' for you
Boy, you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Maire switched off her radio, then ran down the stairs. Kurt and Bobby Drake were waiting for her. Maire smiled as she thought about her two friends, Kurt and Bobby. Bobby Drake had the power to completly cover his body with ice. And he was a prankster. He made snowballs and threw them in class in July. He covered himself in snow and dressed up like a snowman, then stood on the sidewalk in front of the Main Gate of the school, in September.
Kurt was from Germany. He was covered with blue fur, had yellow eyes, fangs, three fingers and toes, and a tail. But he was happy go lucky, and always had a trick up his sleeve. He was also a master fencer and a acomplished acrobat. When there were no classes, Kurt and Bobby often meet in the south lawn, just to the left of the school. From there, she could have fun with Kurt and Bobby, and still watch the driveway for Logan's return. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Okay so, thats the unfinished stuff the person before me put. *sigh* now I'm going to continue it but uh. . .I'll probably suck. So yea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
With a silent sigh, Maire joined her companions at the breakfast table and joined in their conversation about classes systematicly. Though she stayed with the dulling talk and was able to respond knowingly, Maire's mind wondered. Lately she had been all daydreams and silent longing, and though she tried to hide it, her eyes gave way to almost everything.
"Aurora is getting a little stricter lately, ya notice?" Kurt inquired with a mouth full of cereal.
"Dude. You only think so cause you never pay attention." Bobby gave Kurt a quick punch in the arm with icey little needles in the mix. Kurt jumped and started in on his usual "no fair" kick.
"Children please." Maire spoke in a mocking teacher voice. "We are the newest generation on mutants and, with the world already in chaos, we should conduct ourselfs more muture and well mannered. . ."
"Well put." The students turned to the source of the voice and all smiles faded into seriouseness. "And you all will do well to remember that." The wheel chair was gracefull and menuvered with experience.
"Yes, Professior." The three said not-so-enthusiasticly.
"Bobby, Kurt. If you two would be so kind as to give Maire and I tiem alone. . ."
With out a word the two boys left the kitchen mumbling only to each other. They figured Professior Xaiver would talk to Maire about her mood as of late. She had been a bit lonerish and easily angered. A dangerouse thing with her powers and streagth. Boy were they wrong.
"Yes Professior?" Maire asked thinking along the same lines as her retreating peers.
"Just thought you'd like to be first to hear. . ."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Logan sat on the bed half dressed in faded jeans. He rested his head in his hands, feeling his fingers ruffle his hair. Was he really going to do this? He looked at the phone again and let out an agravated sigh. What if she picked up. . .again?
"I could always try the Proffesor's personal line. . ." Logan again took out his wallet and, after replacing his most preciouse picture, he pulled out a small peice of paper.
He looked at it for a long while. Contiplating what to say. Then, once sure he had it perfect, dialed. The phone rang but once before he heard Charles Xaiver pick up.
"Hey Charles. It Logan."
"So I gathered."
"Yea, look. I'm just callin to say. . ." He trailed off.
"Logan?"
"I'm headed back. It will be night fall before I get there, but I'll get there all the same."
"How did your search go?"
"Peachy." The sarcasum was as thick and honey. "Tell you about when I get ho. . .um. . .to the institution. Bye. Oh! Charles. . .if you tell anyone, tell her first will ya? Thanks."
Placing the phone on the receaver Logan let out a breath of releaf. Now he had no choise. He was headin' back. Crap! Was he really ready to face her again? That face. . .those eyes. . .her dazzaling smile. Even if he wasn't ready to see them, he couldn't live another week with out them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay cause its late and I'm gonna be grounded if I don't get off this is all I have. If you like tell me. If you hate speak up so I don't waste my time with a crap storie. Thanks bunches. *kisses*
Paradise is with you
Logan steered the bike into the hotel parking lot. He looked around, his senses on the alert. Satisfied he turned off the bike. He was still alone somewhere in Canada. He didn't even know where he was anymore. And he didn't care. He stepped off and shook his head. He took a deep breath and felt the cold air burn his throat and lungs. He didn't mind. The pain reminded him that he was still alive. About the only thing that did any more. Other then the absence of the dogs tags around his neck. Everytime he woke up panting and grabbed for the dog tags and found them missing, it calmed him, just like they used to.
He stalked past the front desk, everyone in the lobby shrinking away from him. He was glad. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He was happy alone. And he was better off. Everyone was better off if he was alone.
Logan opened the door to his room, walked in and slammed it shut. He didn't care if someone complained. He was in an ugly mood and taking it out on everything around him. He kicked his boots off and lay down on the bed. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on. There was some idiot going on about how mutants were evil and should be locked up somewhere. Logan snorted humorlessly. This guy obvoisly didn't know the same mutants he did. Logan turned off the TV and prowled the room again.
He sat down on the bed and reached tenativly for the phone. He picked it up and, taking a deep breath, dailed the number that was burned into his memory. The phone rang, once, twice. Then someone ansewered.
"Hello?" Logan breath caught in this throat and he couldn't breath. The voice on the other end was light and breezy, with a southern drawl and the hint of a giggle. There was only one girl with a voice like that.
"Hello? He..."
Logan hung up the phone. He was sweating buckets and the room was suddenly much to hot. He took a cold shower, then stripped to his boxers and crawled into the bed. He willed sleep to come, but after tossing and turning for a few hours, Logan simply lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. A tune began playing in his head, one he had heard a few hours ago, and had been with him ever since.
*All of my life I had searched for you
Always looking, never finding a love to pull me through
But then you came to me, from heaven above
You took my hand, filled my empty heart with your tender love*
Logan rolled onto his side, and reached for his pants. There in his back pocket was his wallet. And in his wallet was a picture... He pulled out his wallet. He dug into the very back, and pulled out the picture. It was creased and folded, but Logan treated it with the greatest care. It was of him and Marie, his Marie, the day before he had left. He had just gotton out of the infirmary, and hadn't decided to leave yet.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He and Marie were standing under a tree. He had just given her a book he had bought her. She had it clasped to her chest, and was looking up at him with a look of pure delight and happiness. Jean had been going photo crazy that day, and snapped the picture. Logan had stolen the film the day he left. He had it developed, and kept this one. The rest he had mailed back to Jean.
*You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He couldn't believe how bad he missed her. He hadn't expected to miss anyone, or anything. He hadn't even planned on going back. He had just told Marie that he would be back because she had looked at him with that hopeful look on her face. Her eyes were big and pleading, and she hadn't wanted him to leave. So he had given her his dog tags to make that look in her eyes go away. If she thought he would come back, then she wouldn't have to worry that he was never coming back. But now, he was actually eager to go back.
*Every night girl I'll pray for you
Always waiting for your love to somehow pull me through
And since you came to me, from heaven above
You took my hand, and my lonely heart
And saved me with your love*
Logan smiled. To think that he actually wanted to go back. Here he was, trying to track down his past, but it suddenly didn't seem as important as it had when he started. So far, all he had run into was dead ends and gone around in circles. And to be honest, was he even trying? He had to admit that he wasn't. All he wanted to do was think about what had happened that night in that bar when he had first met the scared little girl who called herself Rogue. And then everything they had shared at the mansion.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
He remembered how scared he had been on the Statue of Liberty. How he had been afraid that he wouldn't reach her in time. How when he had pulled her from the restraints how limp she had been in his arms. The white streak in her hair that he had pushed aside without really noticeing. How he had made the decision in an instant to touch her forehead with his bare hands and press his forehead to hers. He still remembered passing out, with the only thought in his head being '...as long as she lives, it doesn't matter if I die...' But they had both lived. Logan and Marie. In the days during and after his recovery, she was his shadow. You never saw one without the other.
*You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
To his surprise, Logan actually wanted that again. To be Logan and Marie. The Wolverine and the Rogue. The rebel and his shadow. Some thought he was a bad influence, but he didn't really care. Marie didn't either. Plus, he secretly thought that the Professor liked him. And didn't mind him hanging around with Rogue. She was a nice kid, and he liked her.
*Angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel*
Ah, who was he kidding? She wasn't a kid. He didn't even see her as one. He was totally, helplessly, undeniabley head over heels in love with Maire. And he didn't even know why! But then, did anyone know why they fell in love with someone? All he knew was that there was this kind, sweet, passionate, funny, strong, brave, understanding, brillant and beautiful angel that made him go weak at the knees when ever she smiled that shy little smile of hers, the one that lite up her eyes, the one that she smiled only at him.
*You're my angel
You're the only one I adore
You're the one that my heart beats for, evermore
Angel
You're my angel*
The alarm clock went off. Marie's hand came out of the pile of blankets on the bed and groped around until she found and hit the button. She groaned and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and half-climbed, half-fell off the bed.
"Ow." She whispered. There was a flash and a smell of sulpher. Her friend Kurt appeared on the ceiling. Marie squeaked and fell back.
"Kurt! I have told you. For the last time, DON'T DO THAT!"
"Sorry." The blue furred, yellow eyed, fanged teenanger said with a grin, his tail whipping back and forth. Marie grabbed his tail and pulled him off her ceiling. She grabbed his thoat and pulled him close.
"Get. Out. Now." Marie growled. Something she had learned from Logan. Got people out of her face. Kurt gulped and vanished. Marie sat up and went to her bathroom. That was the good thing about living in the the Institute was that every student got their own bathroom. And the rooms were soundproof, so her music could be as loud as she wanted. She turned on her radio and turned it up so she could hear it in the shower.
*When I first saw you
I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine*
Marie stopped for a minute, then continued on. This song always reminded her of Logan. Marie reached under her nightgown and pulled the chain up. The dog tags rested heavily in her hand. The day he had given them to her was still clearly etched in her mind. Logan was her gaurdin angel. He had risked his life to save her, not once but many times.
*I looked at you
Looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
I'm gonna love you boy
You are so fine
Angel of Mine*
Marie walked over to the dresser and dropped the dog tags on top. She stroked her old gloves, the velvet soft beneath her bare fingers. After hours with the Professor, she had finally gained control of her powers. Now she really couldn't wait for Logan to get back. He'd be so of his Marie. Of his shadow. Of her.
*How you changed my world
You'll never know
I'm different now
You helped me grow*
Marie sighed. She missed Logan so much it hurt sometimes. Where he used to be, there was nothing. He was always there, to hold her, comfort her, rescue her. But he wasn't here anymore, and she had grown stronger with out him. Everyone said that she didn't need him. Bobby. Dr. Gray. Mr. Summers. They said it was good that he had left. They said he wasn't coming back. But she wanted him back. So much. She wanted him here, with her. She wanted him to prove them wrong.
*You came into my life
Sent straight from above
When I lost all hope
You showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Marie felt the tears starting. She wiped them away angerly. She didn't cry. Logan didn't cry. He was tough. He'd want her to be tough. She knew that. But it was so hard sometimes. Keeping it bottled up inside. But she didn't want to share with anyone. She was better off alone. Her and Logan were alot alike. He didn't want anyone getting to close, because something in his past, something he didn't know about, could track them down and hurt them. She didn't want anyone to close because she couldn't touch them. They had both built up walls so high and so thick, it didn't look like they were going to be coming down at all.
*Nothing means more to me than what we share
No one in this whole world can ever compare
It's like the way you move
You're still on my mind
Angel of Mine*
With the Professors help, Marie's walls were coming down. But she could still feel Logan's walls, in her mind. He had faded. But he wasn't gone yet. And she wanted him back her before he faded completely from her mind. Before she lost that part of him, she wanted the real him. Then she could let go off the part that was still lingering her mind, because she clung to it. It was her security blanket. It made her feel safe and warm, late at night, in the dark, when she woke up from a nightmare. That tiny part of Logan gave her courage.
*What you mean to me
You'll never know
Deep inside
I need to show*
Marie sighed and sat down on her bed, the thought of a shower completely forgotten. She slid the chain for the dogtags around her neck, then grabbed and pillow and hugged it. The tears were still rolling down her face, and she couldn't stop them. Finally she just let them fall. It felt good. Cleanseing. Healing. But they left her feeling empty inside.
*You came into my life
Straight from above
When I lost all hope
Boy you showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of mine*
Marie let the last of her tears fall. When they were gone, she just sat there, letting them dry on her face. There was a few in the corners of her mouth. She stuck out her tounge and tasted their sweet saltyness. The taste calmed her a little. So little calmed her these days.
*I never knew I could feel each moment
As if it were new
Every breath that I take
The love that we make
I only share it with you*
Marie wiped her face. She was so lonely lately. She could feel Logan's memories slipping away from her, and she spent all her time fighting that. Everyone knew she was distracted, and no one wanted to disturb her. When she was fighting to keep the memories, she had an extremly short fuse. And now that she could control her powers, a well placed touch could hurt. But she missed him so much...
*When I first saw you
I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine*
She missed him so much because she loved him. That startled Marie. Love. She rolled that word around in her mind.
"Love." She whispered, liking the way in rolled off her tounge. Was she in love with Logan? With a start, she realised she had to be. Why else would she be wishing for him back, why else would she never let his dogtags out of her sight, even in the danger room? Why else did she cling to his memoies? And why else did she want him back so much in hurt to think about him being gone?
*You came into my life
Straight from above
When I lost all hope
Boy, you showed me love
I'm checkin' for you
But boy you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Marie sighed and stood up. She cranked the stero, and stepped into her bathroom. She stripped quickly and stepped into the shower, the warm water washing over her, soothing her and washing away the tears, the last traces of her weakness. Marie hated being weak. It made her disgusted with herself. Logan wasn't weak. But then, she wasn't Logan. Marie smiled as she realized that feeling it was wrong to cry was from Logan. Her angel.
*How you changed my world
You'll never know
I'm different now
You helped me grow*
Marie finished her shower and stepped out. She dried her self quickly and dragged a comb through her hair. Then she pulled it back into a high ponytail. Quickly she dressed. It was hot, so she pulled on a leather mini skirt and a dark blue tube top. She put the dogtags on, but tucked them into her shirt. The memories were fainter than every, but Marie decided to let them go. She wasn't letting Logan go. He would be back. He promised.
*I look at you looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
Checkin' for you
Boy, you're right on time
Angel of Mine*
Maire switched off her radio, then ran down the stairs. Kurt and Bobby Drake were waiting for her. Maire smiled as she thought about her two friends, Kurt and Bobby. Bobby Drake had the power to completly cover his body with ice. And he was a prankster. He made snowballs and threw them in class in July. He covered himself in snow and dressed up like a snowman, then stood on the sidewalk in front of the Main Gate of the school, in September.
Kurt was from Germany. He was covered with blue fur, had yellow eyes, fangs, three fingers and toes, and a tail. But he was happy go lucky, and always had a trick up his sleeve. He was also a master fencer and a acomplished acrobat. When there were no classes, Kurt and Bobby often meet in the south lawn, just to the left of the school. From there, she could have fun with Kurt and Bobby, and still watch the driveway for Logan's return. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Okay so, thats the unfinished stuff the person before me put. *sigh* now I'm going to continue it but uh. . .I'll probably suck. So yea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
With a silent sigh, Maire joined her companions at the breakfast table and joined in their conversation about classes systematicly. Though she stayed with the dulling talk and was able to respond knowingly, Maire's mind wondered. Lately she had been all daydreams and silent longing, and though she tried to hide it, her eyes gave way to almost everything.
"Aurora is getting a little stricter lately, ya notice?" Kurt inquired with a mouth full of cereal.
"Dude. You only think so cause you never pay attention." Bobby gave Kurt a quick punch in the arm with icey little needles in the mix. Kurt jumped and started in on his usual "no fair" kick.
"Children please." Maire spoke in a mocking teacher voice. "We are the newest generation on mutants and, with the world already in chaos, we should conduct ourselfs more muture and well mannered. . ."
"Well put." The students turned to the source of the voice and all smiles faded into seriouseness. "And you all will do well to remember that." The wheel chair was gracefull and menuvered with experience.
"Yes, Professior." The three said not-so-enthusiasticly.
"Bobby, Kurt. If you two would be so kind as to give Maire and I tiem alone. . ."
With out a word the two boys left the kitchen mumbling only to each other. They figured Professior Xaiver would talk to Maire about her mood as of late. She had been a bit lonerish and easily angered. A dangerouse thing with her powers and streagth. Boy were they wrong.
"Yes Professior?" Maire asked thinking along the same lines as her retreating peers.
"Just thought you'd like to be first to hear. . ."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Logan sat on the bed half dressed in faded jeans. He rested his head in his hands, feeling his fingers ruffle his hair. Was he really going to do this? He looked at the phone again and let out an agravated sigh. What if she picked up. . .again?
"I could always try the Proffesor's personal line. . ." Logan again took out his wallet and, after replacing his most preciouse picture, he pulled out a small peice of paper.
He looked at it for a long while. Contiplating what to say. Then, once sure he had it perfect, dialed. The phone rang but once before he heard Charles Xaiver pick up.
"Hey Charles. It Logan."
"So I gathered."
"Yea, look. I'm just callin to say. . ." He trailed off.
"Logan?"
"I'm headed back. It will be night fall before I get there, but I'll get there all the same."
"How did your search go?"
"Peachy." The sarcasum was as thick and honey. "Tell you about when I get ho. . .um. . .to the institution. Bye. Oh! Charles. . .if you tell anyone, tell her first will ya? Thanks."
Placing the phone on the receaver Logan let out a breath of releaf. Now he had no choise. He was headin' back. Crap! Was he really ready to face her again? That face. . .those eyes. . .her dazzaling smile. Even if he wasn't ready to see them, he couldn't live another week with out them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay cause its late and I'm gonna be grounded if I don't get off this is all I have. If you like tell me. If you hate speak up so I don't waste my time with a crap storie. Thanks bunches. *kisses*