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: (written by the institute for *ahem* troubled people) We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We...etc etc.
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"If that was true then it would be ok but it's not." Marie yelled down the phone. She slammed it down with all her might so that it looked as if it was going to break. She threw herself down on her bed and started sobbing into her pillow. On the other side of the line Logan listened to the beeps and hung his head, he hung up and looked down. After a few moments he looked back up with resolve, he picked the phone back up and dialled a number, Professor Charles Xavier's number.
"Hey Chuck."
"Hello Logan."
"I think I'll be coming back now."
"That's good news, how did your search go?"
"I don't really care about that anymore, I've realised something I should've realised a long time ago."
"That's good for you Logan and I'm sure Scott will be happy to get his motorcycle back."
"Yeah I guess he will," Logan smiled grimly.
"Look forward to when you arrive."
"And Prof."
"Yes Logan?"
"Could you tell Marie that I'm coming back and that I'm sorry."
"Of course."
Logan hung up and Charles had the courtesy not to pry in his mind why Logan was apologising and had only his imagination to assist him. He could only guess that his realisation of something more important had something to do with it.
An hour later Logan arrived at the school and was greeted by the team. All except Marie and Scott welcomed him with open arms, they both stood at the back of the group and didn't say much. Logan eventually got to them he nodded stiffly at Scott who returned the nod. Then looked pleadingly at Marie who looked down at the ground.
"Listen Marie, I'm so sorry about what I said on the phone."
"You two were in contact?" Jean asked with the slightest touch of jealousy. (Okay maybe not that slight!)
"Yeah," Logan said over his shoulder, "Listen, Marie if there was anyway I could make it up to you?" Marie looked up at him,
"Yes, tell me what you feel on the inside." Logan led her away from the group and to her room.
"Listen Marie I don't know what I feel."
"You must know how you feel." Tears sprang into her eyes and she wiped them away furiously. They stood outside her door and Logan said,
"Alright you want to know how I feel? Then I love you, you're a great person. You're beautiful, you're nice, smart, funny. God Marie, do you know why I stopped and gave you the ride, why I saved your life twice?" Marie shook her head and tears where making rivers down her cheeks.
"Because I saw a spark in you, you were innocent and liked to ask questions. You believed in me, you looked up to me yet you never did anything bad or went against your instincts."
"But you love Jean," Marie started.
"No, I don't what made you think I loved Jean? Because I acted like I did? I tried to convince myself I didn't love you, I lied to myself and it's taken me all this time to realise my mistake. Kid, you are my sun, my moon, my stars, my all. I love you and I will give my life for you, everyone else thinks that I'm like your father. But I'm not, I just put on that act to satisfy myself that I'm close to you. I always will love you, no matter what happens."
At that moment Logan leaned forward and kissed Marie, he withdrew quickly but realised that he didn't feel the life sucking feeling that he did the other two times he had touched her. He hesitated and then kissed her more passionately and she kissed him back with equal passion.
Jean passed them and turned around slowly, she stared at them kissing and blinked once, twice. Scott came up to her and looked in the direction she was looking and saw Marie and Logan kissing and he frowned. Finally Marie pulled away from Logan, sensing Scott and Jean. Logan looked over, saw them grinned and said,
"Hey, hows it goin' Cyke?"
"Err, you two can touch?" Scott asked, puzzled.
"Obviously, hey share the love 'round." Logan grinned and hugged Marie, kissing her on top of her head. Marie giggled and wrapped her arm around Logan. Jean's facial expression was unreadable as she ran off.
"What's wrong with her?" Logan asked Scott.
"How am I meant to know?"
"You are her man are you not?" Logan smirked at Scott.
"Since when? To you it always was like you were her man."
"Nah. I was, and am, Marie's man. Get it right Cyke." Logan shot back. Scott clenched his jaw visibly and Logan growled in reply. Scott walked off, obviously pissed. Logan smiled down at Marie and buried his face in her hair and growled, almost purred, with contentment.
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AN: It's P3, Jess, again. Please help me, I'm stuck in this place with padded walls and people who say weird stuff. Oh no, they're coming. NoOoOoOoOoO....
Disclaimer: (written by the institute for *ahem* troubled people) We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We do not own X-Men. We...etc etc.
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"If that was true then it would be ok but it's not." Marie yelled down the phone. She slammed it down with all her might so that it looked as if it was going to break. She threw herself down on her bed and started sobbing into her pillow. On the other side of the line Logan listened to the beeps and hung his head, he hung up and looked down. After a few moments he looked back up with resolve, he picked the phone back up and dialled a number, Professor Charles Xavier's number.
"Hey Chuck."
"Hello Logan."
"I think I'll be coming back now."
"That's good news, how did your search go?"
"I don't really care about that anymore, I've realised something I should've realised a long time ago."
"That's good for you Logan and I'm sure Scott will be happy to get his motorcycle back."
"Yeah I guess he will," Logan smiled grimly.
"Look forward to when you arrive."
"And Prof."
"Yes Logan?"
"Could you tell Marie that I'm coming back and that I'm sorry."
"Of course."
Logan hung up and Charles had the courtesy not to pry in his mind why Logan was apologising and had only his imagination to assist him. He could only guess that his realisation of something more important had something to do with it.
An hour later Logan arrived at the school and was greeted by the team. All except Marie and Scott welcomed him with open arms, they both stood at the back of the group and didn't say much. Logan eventually got to them he nodded stiffly at Scott who returned the nod. Then looked pleadingly at Marie who looked down at the ground.
"Listen Marie, I'm so sorry about what I said on the phone."
"You two were in contact?" Jean asked with the slightest touch of jealousy. (Okay maybe not that slight!)
"Yeah," Logan said over his shoulder, "Listen, Marie if there was anyway I could make it up to you?" Marie looked up at him,
"Yes, tell me what you feel on the inside." Logan led her away from the group and to her room.
"Listen Marie I don't know what I feel."
"You must know how you feel." Tears sprang into her eyes and she wiped them away furiously. They stood outside her door and Logan said,
"Alright you want to know how I feel? Then I love you, you're a great person. You're beautiful, you're nice, smart, funny. God Marie, do you know why I stopped and gave you the ride, why I saved your life twice?" Marie shook her head and tears where making rivers down her cheeks.
"Because I saw a spark in you, you were innocent and liked to ask questions. You believed in me, you looked up to me yet you never did anything bad or went against your instincts."
"But you love Jean," Marie started.
"No, I don't what made you think I loved Jean? Because I acted like I did? I tried to convince myself I didn't love you, I lied to myself and it's taken me all this time to realise my mistake. Kid, you are my sun, my moon, my stars, my all. I love you and I will give my life for you, everyone else thinks that I'm like your father. But I'm not, I just put on that act to satisfy myself that I'm close to you. I always will love you, no matter what happens."
At that moment Logan leaned forward and kissed Marie, he withdrew quickly but realised that he didn't feel the life sucking feeling that he did the other two times he had touched her. He hesitated and then kissed her more passionately and she kissed him back with equal passion.
Jean passed them and turned around slowly, she stared at them kissing and blinked once, twice. Scott came up to her and looked in the direction she was looking and saw Marie and Logan kissing and he frowned. Finally Marie pulled away from Logan, sensing Scott and Jean. Logan looked over, saw them grinned and said,
"Hey, hows it goin' Cyke?"
"Err, you two can touch?" Scott asked, puzzled.
"Obviously, hey share the love 'round." Logan grinned and hugged Marie, kissing her on top of her head. Marie giggled and wrapped her arm around Logan. Jean's facial expression was unreadable as she ran off.
"What's wrong with her?" Logan asked Scott.
"How am I meant to know?"
"You are her man are you not?" Logan smirked at Scott.
"Since when? To you it always was like you were her man."
"Nah. I was, and am, Marie's man. Get it right Cyke." Logan shot back. Scott clenched his jaw visibly and Logan growled in reply. Scott walked off, obviously pissed. Logan smiled down at Marie and buried his face in her hair and growled, almost purred, with contentment.
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AN: It's P3, Jess, again. Please help me, I'm stuck in this place with padded walls and people who say weird stuff. Oh no, they're coming. NoOoOoOoOoO....