- Y'all know the dilly yo that I don't own these character or marvel…blah blah blah…
Author's Note: This chapter is very weak. Oh well, I'm sick of this story. I don't even want to write it anymore. Tempted to put the original crappy chapters up so I don't have to deal with this anymore. The Logan/Ororo part explains the Logan/Ororo stuff in the sequel to this story. Been very occupied with stupid things to read much fanfiction too… so, sorry to those people that I said I would read their stories by this weekend. I can't seem to keep that promise, though, I'll get on it as soon as I'm done being in the dumps and done with preoccupying myself with stupid little dumb things. Boy, have I lost my muse… and I'm trying to work on Shouldn't Be So Hard and coming up with not much. Whoever has my muse… please come back with it, s'il vous plait. –sigh-
Different Way to a Perfect Ending
Slash.
"Unca Wolvie eat cookies Momma make." Jeremy insisted as he held up a pitiful crumbling cookie from his pocket.
Rip.
Wolverine took the probably diseased piece of chocolate chip cookie and reluctantly popped it into his mouth while forcing a smile the whole time.
Tear.
"Yummy?" Jeremy asked eagerly.
Slice.
Wolverine nodded his head in agreement with still a fake smile plastered on his face, though all he really wanted was to spit out the disgusting piece of 'cookie'.
Cut.
Clapping followed after his response as Jeremy smiled happily while smacking the palms of his hand together.
Snikt.
The internal organs of his victim spilled out of the gigantic gash that he was responsible for. Sensing another enemy creeping up from behind him, he whipped around with one hand containing three sharp blades and aimed it straight into the heart. When he pulled back, the enemy dropped to the floor but his heart didn't go with him. Instead, it was hanging off of his middle blade.
A flip and it was off, and within a second he pounced forward with both claws extended. They landed in the head of another enemy, and Wolverine took him down. He pulled his claws out and rolled away from the victim. Bouncing back onto his feet, he turned around with an extended claw and aimed it at the neck.
But he didn't pierce the opponent this time.
"Wolverine?" She mumbled, while only being nervous for a split second before she regained her cool.
"What do ya want, 'Ro?" He growled.
"Do not direct your anger towards me. You are not the only affected by this." She replied sharply.
He retreated the blades and looked away from her. "Heard anything yet?"
"No. But, I came down to see what have gotten you occupied for the last few hours. Now, I can see what it was." She said and looked around the danger room, where identical bodies upon bodies resembling Sinister were strewn everywhere.
"Well, needed t'keep myself from going insane and killin'…" He stopped himself before he could say his name. Though, she already knew whom he was referring to.
"It's not his fault, Logan." She stated.
"Don't stand up for him, 'Ro. He hasn't even been in the boy's life and when he returns… the boy is gone. For all we know, he still works for that bastard and this was all a set-up." Logan argued while he looked straight into her calm cobalt eyes with his angry chocolate pair.
"You don't believe that." Ororo said firmly.
"Frankly, I don't know what I fucking believe anymore. All I know is that Jeremy was doing fine and he was happy and safe, but as soon as he returns, the boy disappears. Can't you see that it's just not a fucking coincidence!" Logan growled.
"Gambit is Jeremy's father. Logan, you know your accusations are false. You know that Gambit would never hurt his own flesh and blood no matter how much he despises everyone in the child's life. It's not his fault, Logan, just like it isn't yours." She said and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He pulled back from her and broke eye contact.
"You know this isn't your fault, Logan so do not blame yourself." She continued softly.
"Fuck, 'Ro… I should have kept them here longer… I should have checked up on them… call… I should have…" He said rapidly as tears formed at the corner of his eyes.
"Logan, there was nothing you could have done then. You didn't know. None of us knew. This isn't your fault. Please understand that." She insisted as she reached out to him. He turned around and one look into her forgiving eyes, he accepted her attempt and hugged her tightly. The two remained in that position for a few moments before he pulled back from her, slightly embarrassed.
"I think it's time we join the rest of the team in searching for our godson. What do you say?" She asked and held out her hand.
"Never heard of a better idea." He agreed and took it.
-xoxo-
"What the hell are we waiting for, Slim?" Wolverine asked impatiently.
"The Professor is attempting to locate Jeremy or Sinister with Cerebro." Cyclops explained with just as much impatience. The stress was definitely getting to him, like it had to everyone else, and with a hot-tempered man like Wolverine in the room, it only made the situation worse.
"Fuck! I'm sick of standing around here. I ain't gonna wait around until it's too late. I'm going out there." Wolverine growled as he headed towards the exit.
"Wolverine, control yourself." Cyclops demanded.
"Slim… don't get in my way." Wolverine threatened.
"Your attitude won't find him. Stop acting like an animal and work as if you're part of a team for once." Cyclops ordered.
"This may be only another mission to you, but the boy could be dea…"
"Shut up, homme!" Gambit cried and interrupted Wolverine. He had just entered the room with Rogue on his arms, and her eyes were wide with fear upon hearing the possibility of her child being dead.
"Rogue… ya know I don't mean that." Wolverine tried to correct his mistake as he looked at her with eyes begging for forgiveness.
"Ah know… he can't be…." She mumbled softly.
"O'course not, chere. He's not." Gambit confirmed and squeezed her hand. It was an odd feeling, holding her hand, but it wasn't unwanted. Even though the anger was still very much there, touching her was a dream come true, a dream that had haunted him for too long now. Despite the unresolved problems that still existed between them, at that very moment, Gambit didn't ever want to let go of her hand or her again.
"He won't be as long as ya tell us where he is." Wolverine accused menacingly.
"I don't know where de petite is. If I did, I wouldn't be standin' here." Gambit growled in response.
"I'm sure you don't… why the hell should we trust you? You worked for the man once, how do we know ya ain't working for him now??" Wolverine asked accusingly.
"Because I'm not! But, I ain't got anyt'ing to prove to you or anyone!" Gambit yelled back.
"The Kid's life at stake and you better be damn straight that you have something to prove! C'mon, Cajun… tell us where he's got him…" Wolverine said tauntingly.
Reaching in his back pocket, Gambit pulled out a card, ready to charge it. "If I knew where my son is, I wouldn't be fucking hanging out wit' y' here!"
"Will you two just stop it!?!" Rogue screamed and the two men quickly obliged to her command.
"Finally. Now, can we please concentrate on finding Jeremy?" She asked in a softer tone.
"And that we can. I think I may have picked up something on Cerebro." Professor Xavier said upon entering the room.
"Where is he, Professor? Where's my baby?" Rogue asked anxiously and rushed to Xavier's side.
"I seemed to have picked up a trace about fifty miles northeast of New York City. Although, while I attempted to scan the area, it doesn't seem as if there are any buildings around the area." Professor Xavier explained while Rogue's face filled with disappointment again.
"Fifty miles northeast of de big apple, was it?" Gambit questioned pensively.
"Yes. That is exactly what I said. Do you know something, Gambit?" Professor Xavier queried.
"Of course he knows something. He works for the man…" Wolverine growled.
"For de last time, I don't work for dat sick bastard anymore. Get it through your t'ick head, y' son of a bitch!" Gambit shouted angrily. His insult definitely got under Wolverine's skin, as Wolverine was ready to pounce on Cajun, when Jean intervened and telekinetically stopped him.
"What the hell is wrong wit' ya two?? Jeremy is gone and who knows what's being done t'him and all ya two can do is argue and worry about yourselves! Frankly, ah don't give a shit about what ya two do t'each other, but can we please just find my baby first??" Rogue asked exasperatedly.
Shame glazed over both men's faces as they both grew quiet. Jean let go of her hold on Wolverine as he mumbled a soft 'sorry' to Rogue. Gambit followed in suit as well, though he apologized a little louder than Wolverine.
"Whatever. Gambit, ya gonna tell us what ya know, sugah?" Rogue asked impatiently.
"Dere's an underground headquarter just north of New York City. I'm pretty sure dat's what de Prof picked up. T'ough, I was sure dat de place had been abandoned long ago, but I guess not." Gambit explained and walked over to Rogue. Naturally, she extended her hand for him to take, and that he did.
"And how do we enter this place, Gambit?" Cyclops inquired.
"Dere's actually three entrances t'get in." Gambit answered.
"Fine, then. We'll need three teams. Everyone assembled on the Blackbird, and we'll figure out the teams there." Cyclops commanded, and everyone quickly obliged.
While following everyone to the Blackbird, Rogue squeezed his hand nervously and said, "Ah'm scared."
"Dere's not'ing t'be scared of. He's fine, chere." Gambit replied and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Ah… ah hope so."
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