"So what is this magical date we're going on?" Emma asked, looking around the illuminated buildings of New York and taking in what a dazzling city it was.
"Magical? That's not the word I'd use to describe it." Logan said, leading her down a dark and damp side ally. He stopped in front of a metal door which had no way to open it from the outside, his claws came through and he slashed and the door, wedged his hand in one of the slashes and pulled it open.
"Possibly the weirdest start to a date ever." Emma laughed, as she walked through the doorway and was greeted with a staircase, could he not of told her this before she decided to wear heels? "So if magical is not the right word for this place, what is?" She called behind her as she ascended the stairs.
"Decent." He replied.
"Decent, you must be really spoiling me." She smiled, climbing another few stairs.
"It's nice alright, trust me." He said lightly, Emma stopped to turn and look at him.
"I trust you." She smiled sincerely.
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"You were wrong, this is magical." Emma sighed, as she stood motionless on the roof. As she looked out over the city lights, she was genuinely awestruck.
"You like it then?" Logan asked gruffly, moving to stand next to her.
"I do, top marks." She smiled gratefully, looking up at him. Emma never expected him to be so thoughtful, it definitely got him back in the good books.
"You might want to wait for the food before you give me that verdict." He stated, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"There's food?" She asked, now thoroughly impressed. "Okay, you either had to threaten or bribe someone for this." Emma teased, giving him a wide smile.
"Is ask nicely or pay not an option?" He asked sarcastically, Emma raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Okay, I threatened someone...nicely." He added with a small smirk.
"Well I appreciate it, truly." She said, lacing their hands together. "Although, I honestly never would have thought you're such a romantic." Emma smiled and he looked slightly offended at the notion.
"I'm not." He said defensively.
"Dinner on a New York rooftop? I mean we're a barbershop quartet away from being in a chick flick".
"Better call them and cancel then." He joked, leaning down to give her an enveloping kiss. "I wanted to make up for the radio silence after Canada." Logan explained. Emma appreciated the gesture, she already knew how he felt but it was good to actually be shown that he cared.
"Well consider it made, this is perfect." She told him honestly.
"So we're good?" He asked her.
"I'd say we're a bit better than that." She replied, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head against his chest as they looked out over the starlit city.
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"Hey." Logan greeted. He was leant against the door-frame, finding it calming to watch how peacefully Emma slept, despite the fact he'd left the bed at 4am. Sleep had eluded him as usual. Emma blinked blearily a few times before sitting up and smiling sleepily at him.
"What time is it?" She asked, pushing the sheets off of her.
"About eight, I brought you a coffee." He stated, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the mug. She took it and placed it on the bedside table.
"Morning." She said softly, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss.
"Morning." He replied lightly.
"So anymore meetings with scarily named people today?" She asked, taking the coffee and having a long sip.
"If you want to meet the people here then yes." He told her, giving a sarcastic smile.
"Will I be receiving a cool name?" She asked. Not that Wolverine and Emma sounded like an odd match at all.
"I think Emma suits you just fine." Logan stated.
"Should we be planning the Trask thing?" Emma asked, thinking that she couldn't get away with lying in bed all day.
"The professor is going to talk to us about that." He replied, looking at his watch.
"When?" Emma asked, as Logan got to his feet.
"In about five minutes." He informed, giving her an amused look.
"Five minutes!" She yelled, scrambling to get out of bed.
"Up and at 'em." He laughed as she threw a pillow at his retreating figure.
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Emma got into Charles' office, shutting the heavy door behind her and settling into one of the leather chairs by his desk.
"Taking down Trask is a broad goal." Charles dived straight in, looking between Logan and Emma.
"That's why we're here, Emma's got an in, she can do more than any of us at this point." Logan told the professor. There was no way that mutants could infiltrate Trask Industries.
"Logan told me you were a receptionist there, it might be difficult to get you access to the higher levels." Charles stated doubtfully.
"I was the receptionist to the CFO, I could get into his office, use his identifiers." Emma offered, hoping that would help.
"And what terms were you on, when you left?" He asked her, she felt like she was being interrogated.
"Excellent terms, it was before my brother..." She told him, trying not to show any signs of hurt. She didn't want Charles to think she was too damaged to do this in a level-headed way.
"So we have our first question, does Emma go in illegally, you know the company and building and it's probably lower risk. Or, get back into the company and play a long game, you would find much information more that way." The professor asked, Emma felt daunted by both those prospects.
"Work for them again?" She couldn't help but feel disgusted by the prospect.
"To take them down." Logan added, getting her to think of the endgame.
"Fine." She sighed, it was the option that would give them a better chance of getting something on Trask."Fine".
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"Thinking?" Logan asked, sitting down on the stone edge of the fountain. Emma traced her hand lightly over the water, watching the ripples and reminding herself of action and consequence.
"Too much." She replied lightly, turning to look at him. He had a look of steel, of determination, he knew what he was doing. Emma was still trying to process the task ahead of them.
"It might help to talk about it." Logan offered, giving her a sidewards glance.
"Ever thought of taking your own advice?" She smiled jokingly, before looking back to the slow moving water of the fountain. "It's just a lot of pressure, to be completely human and have to avenge my brother and try and protect mutants from this destructive genocidal company." Emma explained, she wanted to do whatever she could but she just didn't think it would be enough.
"Hey, look at me." Logan held her hand tightly, she gave him a waiting look. "There's no pressure, if you don't do this then one of us will, wanting to help is more than enough." He added. She appreciated his words, when Logan actually cared about someone, he cared with everything he had.
"Thank you." Emma sighed, leaning in and kissing him softly. They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat, Emma smiled as she pulled away and looked away embarrassed.
"Was it hard to tell that we're busy?" Logan asked sarcastically, Emma risked a look at the intruder.
"If you want some privacy, maybe try a bedroom?" The young woman asked, she had dark brown hair with one white streak.
"Emma this is Rogue, Rogue...Emma." He introduced, Emma held out her hand and Rogue looked at tentatively, pausing for several seconds before finally taking it.
"It's nice to meet you." Emma chirped, Rogue still stared at their clasped hands before giving Emma a small smile.
"And you, Logan's hardly talked about anything else since he met you." She joked, Logan gave her an 'I'm going to kill you' glare, she gave them both another smile before heading back inside.
"Has she got a thing about germs?" Emma asked, Logan gave her a strange look, obviously wondering what had made her say that. "She did not want to touch my hand, like at all." She told him, he nodded in understanding.
"No, not germs." He replied, looking towards Rogue's retreating figure. "She took the mutant cure when it was available a couple of years back. Before that her power was to take people's energy and life force, it would kill anyone that came into contact with her skin. She's not got her powers now but it was such a burden, guess it's hard to forget." He stated, looking thoughtful. Emma guessed that Rogue wasn't the only one who felt the painful downside to mutations.
"Would you ever want to take it?" Emma asked, knowing there must have been times when he was tempted.
"I don't know, not enough to be sure." He answered honestly.
"I imagine living forever is rather lonely, with nobody to share it with." Emma thought out loud, tilting her head up towards the streams of sunlight.
"Yeah...it is." Logan muttered, casting her a softened look.
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