Summery: You ever notice that when ever his little girls need him Logan is
right there to save them, how dose he do that?
Disclaimer: They aren't mine they belong to Marvel.
Deal With the Devil
Logan sat in the ratty leather chair not really looking at the women curled up asleep on the bed. He drank his whisky and tried to remember her name. He couldn't, but then it did really matter. By tomorrow he would forget what she looked like. He finished dressing and left.
****
Another hotel and another women later Logan laid in bed alone. This one had beaten him to the door.
He hated his life and wanted something different, something less exciting and more normal. Logan wasn't stupid and knew that for people like him normal wasn't an option. There was no happily ever after in his future, and he hated that. Secretly he was jealous of normal people with their nice families and their nice homes. That was another thing that Logan resented, he didn't have a real home. He had places were he lived but there were no roots, nothing that really connected him to one place. He didn't admit this to anyone, not even to himself, he wanted a family, he wanted fatherhood. Kids love unconditionally, their expectations were simple. He wanted to be wanted, to be needed, he craved it. But this was the life chosen for him, not his choice but another or others.
Logan didn't even know who they were or why they mutilated him. Ever since he was found roaming naked in the Rockies he has tried to find some answers to his past. But had as have yet come close, it was like he never existed. He never found physical proof that he ever lived.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was two in the morning. He was confident that he could handle whoever or whatever was on the other side of the door. Casually he got up and opened it.
Before him stood a women in her early twenties. She wasn't a striking beauty, but pretty. Someone you would marry and settle down with, she wasn't the type Logan usually attracted. He stepped back and allowed her into the dingy room. She picked a strait back chair and sat down. Logan couldn't help but notice the emptiness of her eyes, they never moved, she looked strait ahead. It was like she was blind, but at the sometime she moved with the sureness of somebody who could see. Her sent gave off no fear. She tracked him as he crossed the room to the bed. Despite being blind she looked at him and regarded him.
She remained silent. He wanted her to talk. He was curious about her; he wanted to know who she was and what she wanted. She sat there silently. Impatience built inside Logan until he wanted to shake her, he beat down the urge. She had come to him and so he played along.
"Logan," she broke the silence. "You may all me Destiny." He hated some of the names that people gave themselves, they could be stupid and reveal too much about their powers. She was an obvious psy. "I would like to discuss a business arrangement with you." She was too young to want anyone dead, unless it was her parents and Logan made a point of staying out of family business. He wanted to chase her out of the room. The animal that raged inside of him wanted to throw her on the bed and take her. He sat there.
"What kind of arrangement?" he wanted to know who she was. She smiled.
"I have a book that contains events that have yet to happen," Logan faked disinterest. "These events will be horrible," she paused. "But they are preventable and unnecessary."
"Ain't that sweet," he picked up a cigar from the nightstand and lit it.
She went on in a steady voice. "While this book contains no information on your past or is directly related to your future, it does contain life and death decisions and situations in the lives of several children." Logan sucked on his cigar trying to figure out she was really a mutie or just a nut job. She honestly believed what she was saying despite how nutty it sounded. "These are your children." Logan nearly choked on his cigar.
"Darlin' I ain't ever had or ever will have any dam kids." It depressed him as he said it, now he really did want this lady out of his room.
"Not yet, but you will acquire these children as you move through life." She leaned forward to add an edge of seriousness to her words. "And, because of who you are and who they will be, their lives will be in great danger. There is a good probability that none of them will live to adulthood. That is, unless someone should intervene on their behalf." She leaned back to allow him to digest what she had said.
"Let me guess, that someone you think is me and your little book has all the answers." Logan snarled back. He would love to be a father to these children, but his life was no place for a child.
"I know this may be difficult for you to believe."
"Difficult," he interrupted her. "Lady, you're off your fucking rocker."
"I assure that I can see clearly into the future. I am not making this up, or, giving you false hope. These children will be yours. I promise you that I am never wrong." Logan didn't smell a lie on her.
"Alright," Logan wanted to believe her, but he didn't dare to hope. "So what do you want from me?" He wanted to know the catch.
"I will inform you when the time comes." Logan was annoyed, after all this she was still playing up the clock and dagger shit. He decided that she was crazy and she was pissing him off. Logan was losing his temper.
"Now to prove to you that I am quite sane." She handed him a piece of paper neatly folded. He unfolded it. It was a sketch done in pencil of six people. In the center was a bald man in a chair with his hands folded in his lap. He looked calm and yet his eyes were filled with concern. Behind him stood a young man in funny glasses who looked like a perfectionist with his hair and cloths, but also like a leader. To the right of them stood a tall boy, a pair of magnificent wings hung down his back to his feet. Opposite of him was a big boy that was too big to be natural. His feet and hands looked clumsy. In front of him was the youngest in the group, a boy with mischief in his eyes. Kneeling on the floor beside him was a girl, almost a woman. Her hair touched her shoulders; her eyes and smile were already capturing Logan in their spell. He stared at these people; they looked like they were happy. A happiness and contentment that he believed that he would never find.
"When you find this photograph you will have found your home. I will contact you with the details of our arrangement then." Logan could have forgot she was there. She got up and slipped out of the room and disappeared into the night.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine they belong to Marvel.
Deal With the Devil
Logan sat in the ratty leather chair not really looking at the women curled up asleep on the bed. He drank his whisky and tried to remember her name. He couldn't, but then it did really matter. By tomorrow he would forget what she looked like. He finished dressing and left.
****
Another hotel and another women later Logan laid in bed alone. This one had beaten him to the door.
He hated his life and wanted something different, something less exciting and more normal. Logan wasn't stupid and knew that for people like him normal wasn't an option. There was no happily ever after in his future, and he hated that. Secretly he was jealous of normal people with their nice families and their nice homes. That was another thing that Logan resented, he didn't have a real home. He had places were he lived but there were no roots, nothing that really connected him to one place. He didn't admit this to anyone, not even to himself, he wanted a family, he wanted fatherhood. Kids love unconditionally, their expectations were simple. He wanted to be wanted, to be needed, he craved it. But this was the life chosen for him, not his choice but another or others.
Logan didn't even know who they were or why they mutilated him. Ever since he was found roaming naked in the Rockies he has tried to find some answers to his past. But had as have yet come close, it was like he never existed. He never found physical proof that he ever lived.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was two in the morning. He was confident that he could handle whoever or whatever was on the other side of the door. Casually he got up and opened it.
Before him stood a women in her early twenties. She wasn't a striking beauty, but pretty. Someone you would marry and settle down with, she wasn't the type Logan usually attracted. He stepped back and allowed her into the dingy room. She picked a strait back chair and sat down. Logan couldn't help but notice the emptiness of her eyes, they never moved, she looked strait ahead. It was like she was blind, but at the sometime she moved with the sureness of somebody who could see. Her sent gave off no fear. She tracked him as he crossed the room to the bed. Despite being blind she looked at him and regarded him.
She remained silent. He wanted her to talk. He was curious about her; he wanted to know who she was and what she wanted. She sat there silently. Impatience built inside Logan until he wanted to shake her, he beat down the urge. She had come to him and so he played along.
"Logan," she broke the silence. "You may all me Destiny." He hated some of the names that people gave themselves, they could be stupid and reveal too much about their powers. She was an obvious psy. "I would like to discuss a business arrangement with you." She was too young to want anyone dead, unless it was her parents and Logan made a point of staying out of family business. He wanted to chase her out of the room. The animal that raged inside of him wanted to throw her on the bed and take her. He sat there.
"What kind of arrangement?" he wanted to know who she was. She smiled.
"I have a book that contains events that have yet to happen," Logan faked disinterest. "These events will be horrible," she paused. "But they are preventable and unnecessary."
"Ain't that sweet," he picked up a cigar from the nightstand and lit it.
She went on in a steady voice. "While this book contains no information on your past or is directly related to your future, it does contain life and death decisions and situations in the lives of several children." Logan sucked on his cigar trying to figure out she was really a mutie or just a nut job. She honestly believed what she was saying despite how nutty it sounded. "These are your children." Logan nearly choked on his cigar.
"Darlin' I ain't ever had or ever will have any dam kids." It depressed him as he said it, now he really did want this lady out of his room.
"Not yet, but you will acquire these children as you move through life." She leaned forward to add an edge of seriousness to her words. "And, because of who you are and who they will be, their lives will be in great danger. There is a good probability that none of them will live to adulthood. That is, unless someone should intervene on their behalf." She leaned back to allow him to digest what she had said.
"Let me guess, that someone you think is me and your little book has all the answers." Logan snarled back. He would love to be a father to these children, but his life was no place for a child.
"I know this may be difficult for you to believe."
"Difficult," he interrupted her. "Lady, you're off your fucking rocker."
"I assure that I can see clearly into the future. I am not making this up, or, giving you false hope. These children will be yours. I promise you that I am never wrong." Logan didn't smell a lie on her.
"Alright," Logan wanted to believe her, but he didn't dare to hope. "So what do you want from me?" He wanted to know the catch.
"I will inform you when the time comes." Logan was annoyed, after all this she was still playing up the clock and dagger shit. He decided that she was crazy and she was pissing him off. Logan was losing his temper.
"Now to prove to you that I am quite sane." She handed him a piece of paper neatly folded. He unfolded it. It was a sketch done in pencil of six people. In the center was a bald man in a chair with his hands folded in his lap. He looked calm and yet his eyes were filled with concern. Behind him stood a young man in funny glasses who looked like a perfectionist with his hair and cloths, but also like a leader. To the right of them stood a tall boy, a pair of magnificent wings hung down his back to his feet. Opposite of him was a big boy that was too big to be natural. His feet and hands looked clumsy. In front of him was the youngest in the group, a boy with mischief in his eyes. Kneeling on the floor beside him was a girl, almost a woman. Her hair touched her shoulders; her eyes and smile were already capturing Logan in their spell. He stared at these people; they looked like they were happy. A happiness and contentment that he believed that he would never find.
"When you find this photograph you will have found your home. I will contact you with the details of our arrangement then." Logan could have forgot she was there. She got up and slipped out of the room and disappeared into the night.