Title: A Certain Point of View
By: Mina-Clare Moseley
Characters: Wolverine, Dr. Michaela St Matthews (OFC), Storm, Xavier
Synopsis: Logan and Dr. St Matthews relationship develops.
Rating: R. Language, mild violence and sexuality.
Disclaimer: All things X-Men belong to Marvel Comics. The movie was
made by 20th Century Fox, so they deserve some credit to. Basically,
I don't own 'em, never claimed to either.
Author's Notes: This is part five of the "Stranger Things...." Series
(The first stories are "Keeping Faith", "Ace's High", "All the
Children of God" and "Masks"). They are available at:
Part Four: Michaela: I've Got A Feeling
I stumble out of the bed, gasping for breath.
My God, I just made love to Logan. My God, I think it almost killed me.
It opened me up. Emotionally. I've spent my entire adult life closing
I reach for my clothes, my entire body trembling. Logan looks
confused. "Mika? Is something wrong?"
"This," I groan, "This was a mistake."
I start to pull my clothes on. They are rumpled, partially ripped. I
don't care. I just want to get out of here.
"It felt right," Logan grunts. "What was so wrong with it?"
"I can't do this." I flee from the room.
"Kaela?" I barely hear the gentle voice behind me. I feel a hand on
my shoulder, turning quickly. Ro is there, her brow furrowed in
"Hey Ro." I curl my wings around me, hiding my face. "What's up?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." Ro sits beside me. "Why
didn't you come to dinner?"
"I'm a little confused." Twirling a strand of hair around my finger,
I fidgit nervously. "Did the Professor try to get into my thoughts?"
She nods. "When he became worried he did. But you are quite good at
shielding yourself. So we thought we'd do it the old fashion way."
"I made love to Logan."
Ro looks shocked for a moment. She then regains composure. "We all
knew you two were attracted to each other. So why is there a problem
with having sex with Logan?"
"You and I are cut from the same cloth, Ro. We have to keep rein on
our emotions. For you, it's to keep the weather under control. For
me, it's to stay sane. If I let myself feel emotions, I open my
empathic powers up. Ro.... When I.... When I climaxed.... It felt
like a million emotions were in my head. Love, hate, fear, anger....
"You should speak with the Professor, Kaela."
I get up, wiping a tear from my eye. "It doesn't matter. I can't be
with him. It would never.... It just wouldn't work. I know that. I
shouldn't even try,"
I hear the knock on my door, but decide to ignore it. I don't feel
like talking to anyone right now.
Whoever it is decides to ignore the lack of response and opens the
door. I turn to face Logan.
"Hey Darlin'." He looks around. "Never been in your room before. 'snice."
"Thank you. Why are you here?" I feel a pang of hurt in my stomach.
It's not Logan's emotions, it is my own.
"This is *really* nice. I'll need to hang out in here more."
"I know you didn't come here to discuss my decorating style. Now what is it?"
Logan sits on the edge of my desk, taking my hands. "Listen Mika....
I know why you ran."
"Enlighten me." My voice drips with ice. I'm not in the mood for
this. I just want him to leave me alone. I can't handle being around
Logan. All I can think of is his touch, that perfect moment.
"We can get your powers under control." Logan whispers. "You can open
yourself up." He runs his hand over my cheek. "It felt good. I know
you liked it."
"I can't do this..."
"Mika, I care about you." He sighs. "That's all I can say. If that's
not enough for you Mika.... Then we should stay away from each other."
"No!" My responce is like a reflex. I want Logan in my life....
As.... More than we were.
"That's not the talk of a woman who thinks she made a mistake," Logan
whispers, caressing my face. "Tell me what you want, Darlin'."
"I want...." I lower my head. "I don't want to run away from my
feelings. I just don't know if I know how to stop."
"You've spent so much time dealin' with what everyone else wants,
you've forgotten yerself." He moves towards me. I can feel his hot
breath against my skin. "What do yer feelings tell ya?"
"That I.... That I...." My voice is trembling. "That I want you."
"There's our answer." Logan grins at me. "I always knew ya had the
hots fer me, Doc."
"You arrogant sona--" He cuts me off, kissing me deeply.
He pulls away, breathless. "Darlin', just shut up."
"Shut up? Oh, that's REAL nice."
"You've said a lot worse things t' me, Sweetheart!"
"Doc, Darlin', Sweetheart.... Do you even KNOW my real name?"
"That's it! I'm outta here!" Logan yells.
"Don't let door hit you on the way out!" I snarl. Logan growls,
pulling me into his arms and kissing me hotly.
I can't stand him.