Author: Astyala - astyala@...
Summary: Logan overhears a conversation and worries about its
Info: Logan's POV, Logan/Marie
Archive: WRFA, XMMF
Notes: This is my first finished story, small as it maybe. I
just can't seem to finish my real first story.
Disclaimer: I don't own jack or shit. Marvel, X-Men and
characters therein don't belong to this poor little
white girl. They were borrowed for my amusement
and I get nothing for it.
Scott had just finished some improvements on his motorcycle and
I wanted to take it out for a spin. I had been searching all
over the mansion for Marie, hoping she would go with me. Her
voice drifted out of the kitchen as I was walking down the
"I can't tell him, Jean. He'll freak if he finds out. Ya have
to promise not to say anything."
I wondered if Marie was talking about me and kept walking closer
to the kitchen.
"He's going to find out eventually, Rogue. It would be best if
Logan heard it from you before he finds out some other way,"
"Ya promise not to tell him?" Marie begged.
"All right, Rogue, but you have to talk to him," Jean insisted.
Marie's footsteps told me she was leaving the kitchen through
the other door. It was a good thing too because I was too
stunned to hide my presence. My brain was stuck repeating her
'I can't tell him. He'll freak.'
'I can't tell him. He'll freak.'
'I can't tell him. He'll freak.'
A minute later, Jean came out of the kitchen and almost
crashed into me.
"Oh, sorry, Logan," she apologized.
Still in a daze, I just nodded and went back upstairs. The
motorcycle was completely forgotten as I opened the door to my
room. I went inside and fell back onto the bed.
Marie and I had been together since I came home about six months
ago. I have never been able to understand what Marie sees in
me. Marie always assures me that she knows me and she loves me.
No matter what I may think of myself. My heart pushes me to
show Marie how much I need her when we make love. My brain on
the other hand insists that I protect myself from being hurt,
because eventually Marie will realize that she could do a lot
Apparently that day had arrived; it only took six months for her
to get tired of dealing with me. Marie must have found someone
else and she's afraid to tell me that it's over. I mean, what
else would I freak out over? Marie being in danger, but she
obviously isn't in danger.
Over the next few days Marie got that "deer in the headlights"
look whenever I came into the room. She found a hundred and one
things to do some where else. In other words, she was avoiding
me like the plague.
I must not have hidden my feelings on the matter too well.
"Logan, would you like to go for a drink with me?" Scott asked.
"A drink with you?" I repeated stupidly.
"I thought we could have a drink and maybe you could talk about
whatever is bothering you," he suggested.
"Well, we can have a drink," I conceded
Scott grabbed the keys to a car and we headed for town. As we
pulled up I sighed in disgust at Scooter's choice in bars. How
was I supposed to drink myself into a stupor at a pansy ass
place like this?
I headed straight for the bar to get a glass and a bottle of
whiskey. I wasn't even sure if a bar like this served whiskey,
their usual customers didn't look like they could handle it.
Finding a table away from everyone, I sat down and poured myself
a glass full. Scott sat down with whatever weak ass drink he
ordered. He didn't talk until I was most of the way through the
bottle and feeling a little loose.
"You've been moping around for a few days now," Scooter said.
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.
"You want to tell me what's bothering you?" he asked.
I just stared sullenly at the table for a while, picking at the
wood grain with a finger nail.
"Do you think Marie would ever cheat on me?"
"Cheat? Are you kidding me? Logan, why would you even think
that?" Scott asked incredulously.
"I - uh... I overheard her talking to Jean the other day. Marie
was sayin' she couldn't tell me something because I would freak.
Jean said that she should tell me before I accidentally found
out. Marie made her promise not to tell me."
"You were eavesdropping!" Scott exclaimed.
"No! I can't help it if I can hear people talking from down the
hall," I muttered with a frown.
"She could have been talking about anything, Logan. Why don't
you just ask her?"
I just stared at him blankly for a moment, wondering if that
foofy drink of his had killed off an important brain cell.
"Oh sure. Hey, Marie. You cheatin' on me? Ya know, cause I
was listening in on your private conversation the other day and
was just wonderin'"
Scott sighed in exasperation. "That isn't quite what I had in
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well, I was thinking you could tell her that you've noticed
she's been acting differently and you want to know if something
is bothering her."
The liquor must have been wearing off because Scooter had made
I don't remember the ride back to the mansion. My brain kept
yelling I told you so, while I spent the trip staring out the
window, wondering if Marie was about to rip my heart out. I
went upstairs to my room and got ready for bed. There wasn't
much sleeping going on that night, mostly I stared at the
shadows on the ceiling.
Eventually the sun rose so I showered and dressed. I had to
talk with Marie first thing, if she was going to destroy me I
wanted to have plenty of time to pack and get on the road before
"Marie?" I called as I knocked on her door.
I knocked again when I heard a sleepy groan inside. Sounds in
the room told me Marie was getting up and shuffling towards the
door. Suddenly the door was jerked open, and a rather grumpy
and rumpled Marie stood there squinting at me.
"What do you want, Logan?" she grumbled.
I'll admit that going to talk at six-twelve in the morning may
not have been such a great idea. All sleepy and rumpled, she
was damned cute though. I smiled as Marie rubbed her eyes and
shuffled back to bed, then I remembered why I was there.
My power of speech seemed to have fled to scene. I looked
around her room desperate for a life preserver.
"Come on, Logan. I want to go back to sleep. Get into bed,"
she said yawning.
I looked at her bed and wondered if anyone else was being
invited to sleep in it.
"Marie, I - I uh - I need to talk to you. You've been acting
strange lately and I..." I trailed off when Marie stared up at
me with wide brown eyes.
"I guess I had better tell ya now. I've been puttin' it off
cause I knew ya'd get upset." she sighed. Marie patted the bed
beside her, gesturing for me to sit down.
I sat down cautiously, ready to flee at any moment. Swallowing
past the lump in my throat, I stroked my knuckles nervously and
avoided eye contact. The axe was about to strike and I couldn't
bare to watch.
"Logan, I'm going to start training to join the X-Men," she
blurted out with a grimace.
My head snapped up and my mouth fell open as I stared at her in
disbelief. Marie was going to join the X-Men. That's why she
had been avoiding me. That's what she was afraid to tell me. I
started to laugh and crushed her against me, relieved beyond
measure that she wasn't leaving me.
"Logan? What - " she began.
The shock was enough to make my brain join my heart in wanting
her to know how much I needed her.
"I love you, Marie. I love you," I said into her hair.
Marie pulled back, looking very confused. This obviously was
not the reaction she had been expecting from me.
"Logan, are you okay?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah. Yeah, let's go back to sleep now, okay?" I yawned.
After being awake all night and plodding through several days of
stress, I was exhausted. Laying back on the bed, I pulled Marie
down with me. Then I wrapped myself around her and immediately
went to sleep. Marie was gone when I finally woke up late in
the afternoon. I went downstairs to look for her.
"Hey, you seen Rogue?" I asked some kids in the game room.
"She's down in the gym, Wolvie," a girl answered.
I didn't even growl at Marie's irritating little yellow wearing
friend for calling me Wolvie because I was in such a good mood.
Scott caught up to me in the hallway on my way to the gym.
"So, did you talk to her?" he asked.
"What happened? What did she say?" Scott demanded impatiently.
"I gotta go. I'll see ya later." I smirked, turning to walk
"Hey, come on, Logan!" he grabbed my arm.
"Thanks, Scooter. Ya know, for the drink."
I left him standing there, gaping at me. Scooter is more
clueless than I am, and I'd like to keep it that way.