Newbie here, bearing gifts in form of four 100 word drabbles...
Normally I write only Marie/Logan (to be found on my website) - but
sometimes it's fun to try something new. Hope you like them!
Author: Shirasade (shirasade@...
Feedback: Always welcome!
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of the X-Men, they all belong to
Marvel, and I'm not making any money with them.
Warning: Some SPOILERS for X2.
Note: My very first non-Marie/Logan - drabbles (100 words) written on
request in my fic journal (http://livejournal.com/~shirasade_fic)
mostly inspired by X2.
Jubilee didn't get what was so great about Wolverine. Sure, he had
some cool mutations and a terrible past -- but that was true for a
lot of people at Xavier's, Jubilee included.
Therefore on the day of Logan's return Jubilee crept out of the house
to smoke in peace. She jumped when suddenly a familiar gruff voice
asked: "You got a light, kiddo?"
She silently handed it over, and watched Logan lighting himself a
cigar, returning the lighter with a grin, and then leaving without
another word. Jubilee stared after him in surprise.
Maybe Logan wasn't so bad after all.
There had always been a flame at the core of John's being, burning
red, yearning to break free and set the world on fire.
At Xavier's John had learned to control the flame, until it was
hardly more than a flicker of heat. He had also found friendship --
and love. His red glow was dimmed by the blue of ice and the creamy
tone of untouchable skin.
But now, looking at the picture of a happy family, while his love was
kissing his best friend, the flame soared up again, coloring John's
world a fiery red. Setting him on fire.
John could never stay mad at Bobby. It was just impossible to look at
his boyish open face and be angry for longer than the time it took a
match to burn out.
Not even Rogue's arrival had changed their friendship, at least not
where it was obvious. John had taken one look at the light in Bobby's
blue eyes and had settled for remaining his friend.
Standing at the window of the heli, John's looked back for the last
time. He was done with settling for anything. The future awaited him.
A future without Bobby.
Gods were alone anyway.
He had loved Jean. It wouldn't hurt so much if he hadn't, right?
But Logan couldn't silence the tiny little voice in his head calling
him a hypocrite. Because how could he even pretend that his feelings
had been as deep as those of the man Logan could hear sobbing from
the end of the hallway.
Before he had quite realized it, Logan found himself standing in
front of the door of what used to be Jean's bedroom and now sheltered
only one lonely, heartbroken man.
He raised his hand to knock, but didn't. Who was he to offer comfort?
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