Logan's POV
I have never known failure. All my life, or what was left of it, I have always known success. Whether it may be my mission or getting the woman I wanted, nothing ever daunted me. But today however, I smelt the first scent of failure.
When we first met, it was in a medical bay. If there is one thing that gets me pissed off, it's the scent of medicine. Funny though, the woman I fell in love with was a doctor. A certain redheaded, telekinetic telepath with a temper to match her hair. What drew me to her at first was the fact that she was taken. Taken by an uptight guy with red shades who certainly didn't deserve her.
Well, never one to back down from a challenge, the 'game' started. As it went on, eventually I realized it was for real. She held my heart in the palm of my hand and broke it right in front of my face. Deliberately or not.
That day, she disappeared for a few hours at times. It wasn't unusual; she often did this for her research. When she finally came out, joy and happiness radiated off her like a river. At times, it could have been a successful experiment but this seemed purely personal. Curiosity kills the cat or wolverine right? Poking and prying didn't help much. Until later when she dropped the bombshell on me.
At dinner, she placed a letter on ol'one eye's place and waited for his reaction. A few seconds later, they were both staring at each other like they've never met before. Then, Summmers whooped and catching her up in his arms, twirled her around. Obviously, everybody just gaped numbly at them. Summers was not one for public display of affection and here he was kissing her right in front of everyone. Who knew that Scooter could smile as though he could eat a banana sideways.
"Do share the good news with us," Ororo was amused by Dr. Cool and Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass's sudden happiness. So was I. Call the cops, Scooter actually smiled.
"We're pregnant!" They both grinned at each other.
Stunned silence ensured for a second, then… "Congratulations!" poured in from everywhere.
That was when I finally failed my mission. Game, set and match goes to Scott. Sure, I was happy for her. Her smile was real and clearly it was what she always wanted. The way she looked at Scooter, the way they glanced lovingly at her belly where the next generation of Summers was growing. Yeah, I guess really loving someone was to be happy when they themselves found what they really wanted.
But inside, it still hurts like hell.