Trusting you
by Sue the lunatic
Disclaimer: Story is mine, Nobodys Home belongs to Avril Lavinge and the charcaters belong to Marvel.
Summary: After X1, X2 didn't really happen. Logan comes back to find that Marie has grown up and now has another boyfriend. While figuring out what he feels for her, he also has to discover that her new boyfriend is not what he pretends to be.
A/N: Okay, this is my first X-Men fic, I hope you'll enjoy it. Please RR
Logan stood in front of the gate and looked at the dark mansion. Little white snowflakes fell down on his shoulder, soaking his jacket. Something kept him back; something stopped him from going in. Maybe it was the voice of Xavier, which still resounded through his mind.
"I don't know how long I'll stay in Mexico, Professor..."
"Take your time Logan...it doesn't matter how long you need. I just hope you'll find what you're looking for."
Wasn't that an unuttered invitation to stay away from the mansion, to not coming back? He knew that the Professor wanted him here, that he would always welcome him with open arms. And so would Storm and even Scott, although he would never do it, damnit.
But he didn't have to; he was free to go back to his past life. And right now he was thinking about turning around, and leaving the mansion without ever looking back. He could go back to cage fighting and moving around in his trailer. No responsibility, no duties and no promises.
He looked at the bag in his hand and then at the house. But was he able to leave like that, to forget about this mansion and all the people in it? Was he able to forget about her?
"When will you be back? You will be back, won't you?"
"I'll be back kid."
"Do you promise, Logan? Do you promise to come back to me?"
"I promise kid."
He sighed deeply. That damn promise, why the hell had he felt the urge to promise her anything? But then he remembered the last time he'd seen her, he saw these pleading eyes, begging him to stay, to give her something to hang on while he was gone. And he knew why.
That had been 2 years ago and now he was here and had to make a decision. He had to admit that he felt comfortable at the mansion; it felt like something he'd never had before. It felt like home. And with the kid, Marie, he'd found someone to trust, someone who cared for him and who he could care for.
And before he could find any reason to turn his back to this life, he grabbed his bag and walked through the gate. He realized with doing that he left his trailer, his cage fights and his freedom behind. And he had no idea why it felt so right.
He walked through the dark and quiet hallways. The whole school was already asleep. And without wanting it, he ended up in front of Marie's door. He hesitated a few minutes, but then he realized that he wasn't able to wait until the morning and he quietly opened the door and the moonlight flooded through the small room.
He saw her little form in the bed and smiled. There she was, his little promise, the magnet that used to pull him back to wherever she was, no matter where he was hiding. She lay with her back to him and he already wanted to turn around and let her sleep when he heard her moan.
She moved around and he watched her. She looked like a sleeping angel. Innocent and sweet, just like he'd left her. She hadn't changed a bit or so it seemed. He sighed, and was glad that he would be able to speak to her in the morning. He longed to hear her voice again.
He wanted to close the door when a small stream of light fell right upon her face. His heart stopped beating when he saw a dark area under her left eye. Quickly he identified it as a nasty bruise. His hand balled into a fist and he growled enraged.
His first thought was to wake her up to ask her who had done that to her. But he couldn't. Upon closer investigation, he noticed her tired and worn out face. She needed sleep.
So he left her room, still frantic. He had been gone for 2 years and these stupid guys couldn't even look after her for that "short" time. He would find out who hurt her and he would rip that someone into pieces. No one was allowed to hurt his precious Marie.
He walked in the living room and let himself fall onto the couch. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He was damn angry. At Xavier, Scott; Jean and Storm for not watching out for her and at himself for not being there, for not protecting her as he'd promised her 4 years ago.
He crossed the arms behind his head and remembered the conversation with Xavier when he called a few months ago.
"She miss you Logan, she misses you so bad. It's like a part of her left as well when you turned your back to the mansion."
"Stop it Professor. I don't want to hear about this. She knows that I had to leave; she knows why I had to go. She understands me. More than you ever could."
"And that's why you love her so much, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You love her, you love Marie."
"I-I have to go. Tell her I called and tell her...tell her that I miss her too."
"Please, Logan. Don't go away...I didn't mean to upset you. But you have to admit it...if you don't you'll hurt her... Logan? Logan?"
"Bye, Professor."
He sighed and stared at the ceiling. No, he didn't love her, did he? He was just protecting her, right? He was her hero, her protector, her father or whatever. And she was young, innocent and helpless, wasn't she? But why kept he feeling this way about her, why did she confuse him? What was wrong with him? Without getting an answer, he fell asleep.
Next day:
Rogue rolled around and groaned. Her head hurt like hell and her eyes burned by the light, which streamed through her window. She stood up, stumbling to the bathroom next door. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water in her face. Slowly she looked up to face herself in the mirror although she could imagine how awful it would be.
And let out a yell.
Shocked she moved her hand to her left eye to touch the bruise. Damn, she hissed. She had really hoped that soothing it with a cold steak would help. She felt tears filling her eyes, how should she explain that to Storm? She would ask, and so would Scott or Bobby.
But she couldn't tell them the truth. It was impossible. She wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. She would have to lie; she was good in that. She would have to tell them that she fell off the bed at night. She sighed and looked at her reflection. They wouldn't believe her.
She took a look at her watch.
"Shit," she muttered and ran to her closet. She didn't have enough time so she decided to wear an old jeans and the pullover, which Logan gave her at her birthday. It was green and had a bright red rose printed on it. She loved it, it was her favourite and it was the only thing that she had from Logan.
She pressed it against her chest and smiled. It still smelt after him, after his cigarettes, leader and his favourite beer. Just like she remembered him. God, she missed him so much. She sighed deeply, rubbed her eyes and then grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room.
In the hallway she bumped into someone. She stumbled back as fast as she could, not wanting to touch this person longer than necessary. She fell to the floor, her books spreading over the carpet.
But when she looked up she didn't stare into a student's face, but into Logan's. She gasped and her mouth fell open at once. "Logan," she stuttered.
Without hesitation he pulled her up back to her feet. And before she could stop herself she flung herself around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Logan! You're back," she yelled and then she felt him wrapping his strong arms around her and she began to smile.
"Hey kid," he said and his voice sounded just like she remembered it, husky and gruff. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good. What about you? How was Mexico? Did you like it there?" The questions bubbled out of her. She couldn't stop herself.
"Easy, easy Marie," he slowed her down and smiled slightly by her excitement. Then he took a step back and examined her fully. And his mouth fell open by what he saw.
Damn, she had grown up. She was not much taller, but had got curves and anything else a woman needed. And her eyes, her eyes gave away how old she really was inside. When he let his eyes travel up and down her body he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. God, she was beautiful.
"I missed you," she said and flushed as well. She felt the childish crush on him return once again.
"I missed you too, kid," he replied and wondered about the "kid". He knew she wasn't one anymore, she was far more than that. But it calmed him down to call her that, it reminded him how things were before he went away.
He smiled at her warmly and stroked her cheek what made her shiver. "How did you get this?" He asked seriously and carefully touched her bruise.
She went pale and her mind began to work. "I fell," she said. "From the bed," she added and grinned a half grin. And she just hoped that he wasn't able to read her mind anymore, so he wouldn't figure out that she was lying like a rug.
He watched her and nodded slightly. "You're sure?" he asked.
"Of course," she stuttered and he smiled.
Then he wrapped his arm around her and together they went for breakfast. He didn't believe her, of course he didn't. He knew her better than anyone else. But he decided that now was not the time.
A/N: Okay, I hope you like it so far. Please review so I know if I should continue. Thanks to Amy who beta read me!
Disclaimer: Story is mine, Nobodys Home belongs to Avril Lavinge and the charcaters belong to Marvel.
Summary: After X1, X2 didn't really happen. Logan comes back to find that Marie has grown up and now has another boyfriend. While figuring out what he feels for her, he also has to discover that her new boyfriend is not what he pretends to be.
A/N: Okay, this is my first X-Men fic, I hope you'll enjoy it. Please RR
Logan stood in front of the gate and looked at the dark mansion. Little white snowflakes fell down on his shoulder, soaking his jacket. Something kept him back; something stopped him from going in. Maybe it was the voice of Xavier, which still resounded through his mind.
"I don't know how long I'll stay in Mexico, Professor..."
"Take your time Logan...it doesn't matter how long you need. I just hope you'll find what you're looking for."
Wasn't that an unuttered invitation to stay away from the mansion, to not coming back? He knew that the Professor wanted him here, that he would always welcome him with open arms. And so would Storm and even Scott, although he would never do it, damnit.
But he didn't have to; he was free to go back to his past life. And right now he was thinking about turning around, and leaving the mansion without ever looking back. He could go back to cage fighting and moving around in his trailer. No responsibility, no duties and no promises.
He looked at the bag in his hand and then at the house. But was he able to leave like that, to forget about this mansion and all the people in it? Was he able to forget about her?
"When will you be back? You will be back, won't you?"
"I'll be back kid."
"Do you promise, Logan? Do you promise to come back to me?"
"I promise kid."
He sighed deeply. That damn promise, why the hell had he felt the urge to promise her anything? But then he remembered the last time he'd seen her, he saw these pleading eyes, begging him to stay, to give her something to hang on while he was gone. And he knew why.
That had been 2 years ago and now he was here and had to make a decision. He had to admit that he felt comfortable at the mansion; it felt like something he'd never had before. It felt like home. And with the kid, Marie, he'd found someone to trust, someone who cared for him and who he could care for.
And before he could find any reason to turn his back to this life, he grabbed his bag and walked through the gate. He realized with doing that he left his trailer, his cage fights and his freedom behind. And he had no idea why it felt so right.
He walked through the dark and quiet hallways. The whole school was already asleep. And without wanting it, he ended up in front of Marie's door. He hesitated a few minutes, but then he realized that he wasn't able to wait until the morning and he quietly opened the door and the moonlight flooded through the small room.
He saw her little form in the bed and smiled. There she was, his little promise, the magnet that used to pull him back to wherever she was, no matter where he was hiding. She lay with her back to him and he already wanted to turn around and let her sleep when he heard her moan.
She moved around and he watched her. She looked like a sleeping angel. Innocent and sweet, just like he'd left her. She hadn't changed a bit or so it seemed. He sighed, and was glad that he would be able to speak to her in the morning. He longed to hear her voice again.
He wanted to close the door when a small stream of light fell right upon her face. His heart stopped beating when he saw a dark area under her left eye. Quickly he identified it as a nasty bruise. His hand balled into a fist and he growled enraged.
His first thought was to wake her up to ask her who had done that to her. But he couldn't. Upon closer investigation, he noticed her tired and worn out face. She needed sleep.
So he left her room, still frantic. He had been gone for 2 years and these stupid guys couldn't even look after her for that "short" time. He would find out who hurt her and he would rip that someone into pieces. No one was allowed to hurt his precious Marie.
He walked in the living room and let himself fall onto the couch. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He was damn angry. At Xavier, Scott; Jean and Storm for not watching out for her and at himself for not being there, for not protecting her as he'd promised her 4 years ago.
He crossed the arms behind his head and remembered the conversation with Xavier when he called a few months ago.
"She miss you Logan, she misses you so bad. It's like a part of her left as well when you turned your back to the mansion."
"Stop it Professor. I don't want to hear about this. She knows that I had to leave; she knows why I had to go. She understands me. More than you ever could."
"And that's why you love her so much, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You love her, you love Marie."
"I-I have to go. Tell her I called and tell her...tell her that I miss her too."
"Please, Logan. Don't go away...I didn't mean to upset you. But you have to admit it...if you don't you'll hurt her... Logan? Logan?"
"Bye, Professor."
He sighed and stared at the ceiling. No, he didn't love her, did he? He was just protecting her, right? He was her hero, her protector, her father or whatever. And she was young, innocent and helpless, wasn't she? But why kept he feeling this way about her, why did she confuse him? What was wrong with him? Without getting an answer, he fell asleep.
Next day:
Rogue rolled around and groaned. Her head hurt like hell and her eyes burned by the light, which streamed through her window. She stood up, stumbling to the bathroom next door. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water in her face. Slowly she looked up to face herself in the mirror although she could imagine how awful it would be.
And let out a yell.
Shocked she moved her hand to her left eye to touch the bruise. Damn, she hissed. She had really hoped that soothing it with a cold steak would help. She felt tears filling her eyes, how should she explain that to Storm? She would ask, and so would Scott or Bobby.
But she couldn't tell them the truth. It was impossible. She wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. She would have to lie; she was good in that. She would have to tell them that she fell off the bed at night. She sighed and looked at her reflection. They wouldn't believe her.
She took a look at her watch.
"Shit," she muttered and ran to her closet. She didn't have enough time so she decided to wear an old jeans and the pullover, which Logan gave her at her birthday. It was green and had a bright red rose printed on it. She loved it, it was her favourite and it was the only thing that she had from Logan.
She pressed it against her chest and smiled. It still smelt after him, after his cigarettes, leader and his favourite beer. Just like she remembered him. God, she missed him so much. She sighed deeply, rubbed her eyes and then grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room.
In the hallway she bumped into someone. She stumbled back as fast as she could, not wanting to touch this person longer than necessary. She fell to the floor, her books spreading over the carpet.
But when she looked up she didn't stare into a student's face, but into Logan's. She gasped and her mouth fell open at once. "Logan," she stuttered.
Without hesitation he pulled her up back to her feet. And before she could stop herself she flung herself around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Logan! You're back," she yelled and then she felt him wrapping his strong arms around her and she began to smile.
"Hey kid," he said and his voice sounded just like she remembered it, husky and gruff. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good. What about you? How was Mexico? Did you like it there?" The questions bubbled out of her. She couldn't stop herself.
"Easy, easy Marie," he slowed her down and smiled slightly by her excitement. Then he took a step back and examined her fully. And his mouth fell open by what he saw.
Damn, she had grown up. She was not much taller, but had got curves and anything else a woman needed. And her eyes, her eyes gave away how old she really was inside. When he let his eyes travel up and down her body he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. God, she was beautiful.
"I missed you," she said and flushed as well. She felt the childish crush on him return once again.
"I missed you too, kid," he replied and wondered about the "kid". He knew she wasn't one anymore, she was far more than that. But it calmed him down to call her that, it reminded him how things were before he went away.
He smiled at her warmly and stroked her cheek what made her shiver. "How did you get this?" He asked seriously and carefully touched her bruise.
She went pale and her mind began to work. "I fell," she said. "From the bed," she added and grinned a half grin. And she just hoped that he wasn't able to read her mind anymore, so he wouldn't figure out that she was lying like a rug.
He watched her and nodded slightly. "You're sure?" he asked.
"Of course," she stuttered and he smiled.
Then he wrapped his arm around her and together they went for breakfast. He didn't believe her, of course he didn't. He knew her better than anyone else. But he decided that now was not the time.
A/N: Okay, I hope you like it so far. Please review so I know if I should continue. Thanks to Amy who beta read me!