Title: A Logan of a Different Color (Specifically, Pink
Author: Sare Liz, teknovamp@...
Disclaimer: My muse is his own, characters to Marvel, Fox,
power brokers in very expensive suits�.
Archiving: Lists, teknovamp. All else ask.
Rating/Codes: R for the language of my muse and the
possibility of crunched toes. If you have no sense of
humor, read no further. Shades of R/L, horrible overtures
of a �Logan of a different color, shall we say. Part
metafic, part humor.
Dedication: Jenn for soothing a ranting Logan while I
watched amused from the sidelines, and screaming at me to
post this when I wasn't certain at all.
Author's Note: The body of this is two part, both below.
The second is a standard fic like story. The first is a
conversation between my muse and my beta. For many
different reasons, the text below has been edited. Use
Warning: No, seriously. If you don't have a sense of
humor, don't read it. My Logan Muse got a little tetchy
one night with all of the depictions of Logan (all lovingly
crafted and wonderfully characterized) that were just a bit
too� Um, soft for him. He went a little nuts. (And he
still doesn't know about the pink tulle comment.)
_First thing that's gotta fuckin go - Pansy assed cryin.
What in HELL is that about? I mean, have a little self
control for *censored*'s sake. Suck it up, bub!_
[Go Logan. Tell 'em.]
_And what's all of this touchy-fuckin-feely crap? Since
WHEN have I gotten in touch with my inner child without
serious coercion? Not to say that I can't be romantic, not
to say that I can't be sensitive, but hell, I do it with a
certain amount of distinctive flair, wouldn't you think?_
_I'm not a backwards bluefields hick, ykno? But you see me
in Rio? In Madripoor? You wouldn't fuckin recognize me,
darlin. I'm as smooth as fuckin silk, tricky as a viper and
twice as manipulative than anything you've ever seen. And I
do it with flair, my friend, with flair._
[Yes, baby. I know. I do. Flair. Yes, baby. I know this.]
_I could rule the roost at the mansion if I chose to, but I
don't. I let Slim do his thing because he's reasonably good
at it and cares about the cause more than I do. He deserves
a chance at being in charge, and so long as he doesn't
screw it all to hell or die on me, I let him and Ro lead,
that's fine. I have commitments elsewhere anyway. But when
it comes down to it, we know. We all know. Chuck knows, Ro
knows, Red knows, the Cajun, Beast, iceboy, Rogue,
everybody knows. And when push comes to shove, I shove
back. Everybody knows. I don't swear because I have to. I
swear because it's fun._
[We know, Logan. You are the badass.]
_It's not even that, babe, tho I'm tellin ya, it warms the
cockles of my apparently hypersensitive weepy pink wearin
heart to hear you say it._
[I'm glad I can make you happy. You're about to fuck the
daylights out of Marie.]
_It's got nothing to do with being a badass, even tho it's
damn fun. Damn fun. It's just that I'm the best at what I
do. No two ways about that. And I do a hell of a lot._
_I do Marie, apparently. *nods* I can live with that. She's
a good kid. I could love her, I'm sure._
_Shit, and it's not that I'm above showing emotion, or
having the emotions to show. But I do have my dignity,
besides any sort of pride that might be involved. Can't I
show that I adore a girl without collapsing on her
shoulders crying torrential tears?_
[Logan, I have NEVER denied you are the coolest X-Man ever.
That you are the very epitome of X-ness. That you are
perfectly capable of showing love and affection without
once descending into *censored*.]
_*grin* I know, darlin. I'm just venting, is all. This has
been pissin me off for far too long._
_*nods* Yea. That's it. What is this anyway? A soap opera?
Where's all the melodrama comin from? Jubes?_
_Did I say venting? Typo. Meant ranting._
*** And now the fic ***
"Logan? Logan, that you sugar?"
"Logan, I can see the lump under the covers. You're not
"Come on, sugar. Why don't you just... Logan? My God,
*another truly pathetic sniffle*
"You are not doing what I think you're doing, are you
honey? I mean, this has gone ENTIRELY too far, baby."
"You're just saying that because you don't really
understand me. No one here understands me. Everyone hates
"Logan, baby, don't cry, sugar. It's really unbecoming."
"See? See? You DON'T really care about me. You just want me
to be a� a� a *badass*. Everyone just wants me to be the
"No, sugar, that ain't it..."
"Yes! Yes it is! Stop it! Stop the lies! Stop the insanity!
It's all around me, even here!"
"Scott blames me for seducing Jean. That was totally not
what happened, buttercup. She was horribly dissatisfied
with him and had been for some time. She was looking for an
excuse and I was present and accounted for."
"You banged her every day for two weeks, sugar. If I were
Scott, hell, if I'd not been sleeping with Remy and St.
John at the time, I'd'a killed ya, sugar."
"Well, yes, it was rather a long tryst as things go, but I
was swept up in the moment, feeling particularly vulnerable
myself. Do you have any idea what it did to me to realize
that you were in a manage et trois with those two? I nearly
had a heart attack, sweetums."
"Logan, I hate to point out the obvious here, but you'd
"But the pain in my heart will never go away."
"Nah sugar, you'd heal if I stuck a fireplace poker through
"No, sweetheart, apple of my eye, daughter of my heart,
love of my life... I meant the emotional pain of seeing
you, the woman I adore, sandwiched in between fireboy and
the Cajun, both covered head to toe and you naked as the
day you were born. I wanted to kill them, slowly while I
"And if you had sugar, I would have cheered. You didn't."
"I know, Oh Woman Who Owns The Keys To My Heart. I know. I
felt so remorseful over such horrible thoughts that I
couldn't bear to be seen. My visage was truly more
detestable than anything else, a frightful thing no one
should be subject to, if I could wish such things upon you
when you were obviously so very happy."
"Well, yea, you try having a fifteen minute orgasm and see
how sad you are."
"See? I could never give you that. My inadequacy knows no
"Uh, sugar? When did you turn into such a fuckin pansy? The
you in my head wants me to put you out of your misery so I
can at least have the claws. You cry any more and I may
take that plan-o-action under consideration."
Have you seen your muse today?
"To seek is to lose, for seeking presupposes a separation between the seeker and the sought." - Trinh T. Minh-ha
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