Summary: Right after the first movie. Logan finds something in Scott's bike
and gets in touch with someone and finds his already warm feelings
developing even more.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men I only make up stories in my weird little mind about them. About how Jean is dead and Scott is the tennis ball that I threw at my sister which rebounded off her thick skull and is in the neighbour's dog's mouth right now and that Logan is my boyfriend. Wait, those are my fantasies. My stories are basically about what I think that should happen that isn't too psychotic.
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In the morning Logan woke up on the dirty floor of his hotel room and tried not to think about what else had been on it. He sat up and dug his hand in his pocket to find a picture of him and Marie. Marie had just come back to life and forced him to take a picture with her. She then pressed the developed photo into his hands before he left and whispered,
"Remember me. Oh, and by the way I've got the double."
As if that information would keep him there and make him love her forevermore. He sighed and finally realised that it didn't take that, he already loved her. HE reached into his pocket once more and pulled out the little black book which held Marie's phone number. He grabbed his bag and headed out confronted at the reception by the pale thin man who said,
"How was yer night?" Logan ignored him and continued out the door and to the payphone. He put in some coins and dialled Marie's number from the book and listened to the dial tone wondering if he was still sane. The other line was picked up and he heard Marie's voice,
"Hello?"
"Marie?"
"Logan?" Her voice got choked up, "Logan, I've missed you so much!"
"It's only been about 3 days."
"It seems like a lot more than that." There was a pause and Logan said,
"So how's school?"
"Alright," she paused, "Why did you call?"
"To see how you're going, how's Chuck and the rest of the crew?"
"Ok." She replied quietly.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Why not? You're beautiful and pretty and smart and nice. Everything a guy looks for in a girl."
"Everyone except the one who counts." Marie muttered.
"Who counts?"
"You." With that single word Logan felt like he'd been blasted away, he wanted to say how much he loved her and that he'd be coming back right away because she was the only thing that mattered in his life but he didn't. He controlled his feelings and kept his mouth shut. Instead he forced himself to say,
"You don't mean that, come on."
"I do."
"No Marie, you don't. I'm old enough to be your grandfather let alone your boyfriend."
"I don't care," Marie whispered.
"Yes you do. Marie, you seriously can't love me." Logan said to reassure himself as much as Marie.
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AN: Poor Logan. If only he could realise that she is perfect for him. I am of course basing Marie on myself so...GO MARIE!!!!! I'm fine but I think my voice will be gone by the morning. GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men I only make up stories in my weird little mind about them. About how Jean is dead and Scott is the tennis ball that I threw at my sister which rebounded off her thick skull and is in the neighbour's dog's mouth right now and that Logan is my boyfriend. Wait, those are my fantasies. My stories are basically about what I think that should happen that isn't too psychotic.
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In the morning Logan woke up on the dirty floor of his hotel room and tried not to think about what else had been on it. He sat up and dug his hand in his pocket to find a picture of him and Marie. Marie had just come back to life and forced him to take a picture with her. She then pressed the developed photo into his hands before he left and whispered,
"Remember me. Oh, and by the way I've got the double."
As if that information would keep him there and make him love her forevermore. He sighed and finally realised that it didn't take that, he already loved her. HE reached into his pocket once more and pulled out the little black book which held Marie's phone number. He grabbed his bag and headed out confronted at the reception by the pale thin man who said,
"How was yer night?" Logan ignored him and continued out the door and to the payphone. He put in some coins and dialled Marie's number from the book and listened to the dial tone wondering if he was still sane. The other line was picked up and he heard Marie's voice,
"Hello?"
"Marie?"
"Logan?" Her voice got choked up, "Logan, I've missed you so much!"
"It's only been about 3 days."
"It seems like a lot more than that." There was a pause and Logan said,
"So how's school?"
"Alright," she paused, "Why did you call?"
"To see how you're going, how's Chuck and the rest of the crew?"
"Ok." She replied quietly.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Why not? You're beautiful and pretty and smart and nice. Everything a guy looks for in a girl."
"Everyone except the one who counts." Marie muttered.
"Who counts?"
"You." With that single word Logan felt like he'd been blasted away, he wanted to say how much he loved her and that he'd be coming back right away because she was the only thing that mattered in his life but he didn't. He controlled his feelings and kept his mouth shut. Instead he forced himself to say,
"You don't mean that, come on."
"I do."
"No Marie, you don't. I'm old enough to be your grandfather let alone your boyfriend."
"I don't care," Marie whispered.
"Yes you do. Marie, you seriously can't love me." Logan said to reassure himself as much as Marie.
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AN: Poor Logan. If only he could realise that she is perfect for him. I am of course basing Marie on myself so...GO MARIE!!!!! I'm fine but I think my voice will be gone by the morning. GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE GO MARIE!