CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Logans Dilemma
AN: How's this folks? Four chapters in one day! Well, almost one day considering that it's 1:30 in the morning as I am writing this…..lol. INSOMNIACS UNITE!
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`No way…..There's just no way.` Logan growled in his mind as he paced outside of Rogues dorm room where she, Clarisse, Jubilee and Jonesy were sleeping again on his orders. `She's not my mate…..Can't be….. For Pete's sake, I practically RAISED the girl!`
He could remember back when he had first met Marie/Rogue. A young runaway girl with big brown eyes and long brunette hair, completely out of place in the biker bar where he had been cage-fighting.
True, the instant he had seen her, his protective instincts had heightened in ways they never had before. The animal in him, the Wolverine, had purred in delight then growled in protective anger seeing her around all the bikers and drunks, the men who would have no trouble taking advantage of a young runaway. He had wanted her safe then, but had shoved the instinct down with a hard hand.
It had startled him, actually, how much his 'Wolverine' wanted to grab the young girl and sequester her away in safety, hold her in his arms. Then he had been disgusted with himself. She was young, couldn't even be eighteen yet. She never knew, but he had been hard pressed not to throw her over his shoulder and hole up with her in a cave somewhere, light a fire and hunt for fresh kill to feed her, dress her in warm furs, show her that he could provide for her.
`No…..It's not possible…..She's a STUDENT here!` He had no business having any sort of romantic feelings towards an underaged student.
-flashback-
"Back in our days, frails were married as young as sixteen, Jimmy." Victor lectured. "It seems ta be obvious to everyone but you that she's yer mate. Just hurry up and claim her before someone else does. That stupid ice-prick seems to have an eye on her."
-end flashback-
The very thought of Bobby Drake made Logans hackles rise. The fool ice-prick had NO idea how to care for a woman, let alone his Marie. Sure he had dated Rogue—while Logan stalked them from afar, waiting for one, just ONE bad move from the teen so he could storm in and gut him—but the ice-boy had blown his chance with Rogue, not able to stand the fact that he couldn't touch her.
Logan growled low at the thought. The fool had no idea what he had been giving up. Maries soft brown eyes that shone with warmth then could flash with that sudden fire. Her fierce protectiveness of her friends (the same protectiveness that he knew would double when they had cubs).
With that thought, Logan almost tripped over his own feet. `Whoa! Hang on there a minute, CUBS!?` Alright, he HAD to stop this train of thought. It was foolish and dangerous.
Then, completely unbidden, came the image in his head of Rogue holding two young babies in her arms, new borns with Bobby Drakes ice-blue eyes and pouty lips and his claws shot from his knuckles in anger.
`NO!` both Logan and his Wolverine roared in agreement and anger in his head. Almost immediately, the image of the kids changed to little ones with his black, bristly hair and Rogues warm brown eyes. Now the Wolverine was purring contentedly.
With a 'snickt' Logans adamantium claws slid back into his knuckles and the feral slid a hand over his face. `Oh &^%$. Marie's my mate.`
The question was…..what did he do about it?