disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Marvel does. (Except Jenny, but she's barely mentioned.)
Waiting
by Dizi
Part 5 (conclusion): Going Home
He picked her up and carried her to the chair she bought with him in mind. He holds her on his lap, in his arms where she's always belonged. "We have to talk." he says.
"Okay." Whatever he wanted was fine with her.
"Please come home. You don't have to join the team if you don't want to. You want to keep workin' bars? I'll be your most regular customer, and Jenny can put you to work at Harry's. You want to live somewhere besides the mansion? Fine, we'll get an apartment, or a house. Whatever ya want, darlin'. Just please come home with me."
"Logan, it wasn't Westchester or the mansion I was running from, it was memories, and the idea of living without you. If I'm not good enough for the team anymore, then yeah, I'll keep working bars. I'd like working with Jenny. I love the mansion and the team, but if someone starts making snide remarks then, yeah ahome would be great. But all I really need is to know that you love me and want me with you."
"Darlin', I've always wanted you with me and I love ya more'n anythin'. It's just when you were young I didn't feel like I could take care of you. Then I was afraid something would happen to you. But now, I want you with me more than I'm afraid. Ya understand?"
"Yeah, I understand." He shifted her while he reached into his pocket and pulled out her letter. It looked like it would fall apart.
"We're gonna go over this together and face all our fears. Then we have a choice, I figure we can either frame it or burn it, your choice." He said with a grin.
She groaned, "Burn it!" He laughed.
"Just what I was thinkin'." He kissed her again, a nice long, lingering kiss. When they came up for air, they were both breathing hard. "We gotta stop, darlin'." he groaned.
"Why?" She frowned.
"Because, I want everything settled before we make love. No more misunderstandings. When we're together again I want us both to know what's what and that's that."
"And why can't we talk after, in bed?" she said, trailing kisses to his ear.
"Um. Because I, uh, kinda made some arrangements." he said with a sheepish look.
She jumped off his lap ready to blast him, both literally and figuratively. "What do you mean, bub? And talk fast."
"Well, its not like they're set in stone or anything." he muttered. "I just brought Cyke and the Blackbird to take your stuff and figured we could drive home."
"Oh." She thought about that for a moment. It didn't sound bad but- "That's the first thing we have to talk about, I guess. I am twenty-three years old. I am not going to be a sidekick anymore, at least when it comes to us, which means no decisions aboutme or us, without talking about it first. This is a special circumstance, and is forgiven. But from now on..."
"Not a problem, darlin', I have been wantin' to do that fer awhile now. But ya wasn't around." he said quickly.
"That's another thing." She plopped back on his lap. "What took you so long?"
"Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time." he mumbled, reaching for her. "Now let's try your idea."
"Nuh-uh. You made the arrangements, now you gotta live with 'em. Call Scott. Then both of you can help get me packed." She said her lips on his ear and hand roaming.
"Oh, but I liked your idea - oh yeah - about talkin' in bed."
"Well then, you won't make arrangements without consulting me in the future, will you?" She patted his cheek and went to the bedroom to sort what she would need from what Scott would bring back to the mansion.
He smiled watching her walk away. She would never have spoken to him like that a year ago. Whether or not either of them liked it, the year had been good for her. Probably for both of them.
She popped her head back into the room, "Have you called, Scott, yet?"
"Darlin', are ya sure...?" he asked phone in hand, puppy-dog look on his face.
"The sooner we finish, the sooner Scott can leave and get back to Jean. And we can be alone." was her firm answer.
Damn, he'd always known she was smart. He started dialing.
"Logan?"
"Yeah." he grinned. "Everythings fine, Cyke. C'mon over and we'll start packin' up."
"Great. I rented a truck. I'll grab something to eat and be right over."
She called from the bathroom. "Tell him to stop off at the grocery store at the corner and grab some boxes! And he shouldn't buy anthing to eat, I've got plenty."
"I heard that. Turned into a bossy little thing, didn't she?" he commented before disconnecting.
Wolverine chuckled. He'd have it no other way.
He had his firecracker back. And he was never letting her go again.
Finished.
note:
Deamondeathstone- I totally believe in happy endings!
Sabeybaby- Would I make you wait! Well, maybe, but I already had it written.
Does that make it all better? Was it a little fast? Seemed right somehow not making this last part pov. What do you think?
Thank you so much for reading my litte W&J story. No matter the circumstances of posting it, I think I'm proud of it. BTW feeling much better.
Dizi
