Rating: The entire story gets an R rating (so be warned)
Setting: two years after the end of X2.
Summary: Primal drives and male posturing.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any of the Marvel characters,
however the creation of Danielle aka Panther is mine. This is the
first in a series of chapters to follow.
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Danielle did return to the mansion several weeks later and looked
around her new quarters. She was happy to have a room to call her
own, and in a place where she could feel safe.
Storm and Scott ventured down the hall to assist Danielle in unpacking
her car. Scott loved her gorgeous vintage black Pontiac Trans Am a
fantastic old sports car that seemed in fine shape for a car of nearly
40 years old.
Danielle left the door to her room open with the Professor's
permission playing music and allowing the residents to come and go
and get to know her.
Wolvie's back. Laughlin was a drag. The only fun I can say I had was
beatin' the shit outta every punkass jerk that would face me in the
cage. Sometimes I think fightin' is better than sex.
I wish I could say I still didn't feel lonely. Them fights were about
the only action I got that and drinkin' a whole hell of a lot. Oh,
there were plenty of offers plenty of cute little bar maids and
leather clad bitches to choose from, and any one of them wantin' to
lay me, as dangerous as I am good-lookin'.
But, here I am and irritable as hell.
Who the hell's car is that? Ain't seen one of them in years. Whatever.
Ya know, the whole time I coulda been getting laid, all I could think
about was her - that cute little number with long wavy hair. She was
Jean and Marie rolled into one neat little package, only her dark hair
was streaked with gold, not white. She wasn't that tall, but what
curves. I don't think I'd ever seen such curves on a woman. And
spirited she was so spirited.
Aw, hell. I'm too drunk and too tired to care right now or I'd be
pullin' off the rest of my clothes and makin' myself feel good.
Man, I drank enough to kill an elephant.
Why should I care? No one else cares.
No one even came to greet me upon my arrival. Not even my darlin'
Marie, and she always knows when I come home. She's too damned busy
with Bobby little geek boyfriend.
Maybe I'm in no condition to be seen anyway. I gotta sleep off the
booze and hope the nightmares give me a break and don't wake me into a
fit of rage like usual. Yeah, sleep makes perfect sense.
I slowly get into bed my head is spinning madly from the liquor.
Oh, here's my pillow the only thing I got to hold onto to ease the
loneliness. Maybe if I pretend it's her, I'll feel better.
His sensitive ears tuned into the sound of music coming from down the
hall. It sounded like a party.
Damned kids and that shit they call music.
Pissed off, he covered his head with the pillow trying to drown out
the sounds, but to no avail. His head pounded even worse with the
reverberations of the unusually loud music.
Finally, Logan ventured down the hall to find out what was going on.
He peeked inside the room was flooded with activity. Logan scanned
around seeing Storm, Jean, Scott, Kurt and several of the younger kids
having fun dancing to the sounds of N'Sync and to add insult to
injury, Logan hated pop music.
"What the hell is goin' on in here?" Logan shouted. The entire group
froze upon hearing his enraged voice.
"Oh, no. Hairball has returned and a little hung over," Scott
Danielle moved to the front of the crowd of younger folks, as the
music was turned down a bit.
It's her. She's back. I look her over quickly absorbing all the
lusciousness of that little shapely body she's got. Logan, man, get a
hold of yerself or yer gonna be doing unspeakable things right here in
front of the entire school. I call out her name uncontrollably.
"Danielle!" I say. Oh, man, that was pansy of me.
"Hey, there studmuffin! Come give me some luvin'!" she replies happily.
That New York accent fills my ears and I can't help but smile as I
quickly embrace her tightly.
"Studmuffin?" Scott asked. Bobby looked to Scott and shrugged his
"I was worried about ya," Logan said. Do I sound like an asshole or what?
"I decided to stay here for a while. I wasn't gonna guess I am too
damned independent. But, what the hell'," she said.
I hold her close not wanting her to escape my clutches acting like a
jealous boyfriend again.
"OK, OK, big guy. We got plenty of time. I'll be hanging around here
for a bit," Danielle giggled.
I sit down on her couch rememberin' the ache in my head, but it has
lessened enough to allow me to study her every move. I watch her
continue unpacking and giggling with the kids. Her happy expression
brings a smile to my face. It's hard to believe she's 35 or something
like that. She has all the energy of them kids and all the maturity
of a classy woman.
But, now a thought pops into my head that strikes me funny all this
activity and noise.
"Ya know, Wheels is gonna be pissed. This place is out of control,"
"I gave permission. No worries, Logan," Charles stated as he rolled
out from the corner of the room where Jean and Scott were sitting.
"And, Logan, you know how I feel about drinking on campus," Charles
Asshole me, I knew that was comin'.
"I wasn't drinking on campus," Logan retorted.
"At the bar in town, right? Probably cleaned it out," Scott
"Scott, enough," Jean whispered to Scott trying to stop him from
provoking an already irate Logan.
Thanks Jean or I just might intimately introduce hubby to what a gut
full of metal feels like.
"Thanks, everyone for helping me unpack," Danielle said.
"Need any more help?" I shyly ask. Now I sound like a total dork.
"I think we have everything under control," Danielle said before going
on goofing around with a couple of the younger kids.
She looks to me every so often tossing that long hair of hers
playfully. I look around again and see Marie was especially enchanted
with her. They were hanging around pretty close to each other and
giggling a lot.
Bobby noticed Logan watching her thoroughly and nudged Scott. Bobby
and Scott walked over to him. Bobby leaned over Logan's shoulder to
whisper in his ear.
"Down, boy," Bobby said trying to hold back a snicker.
"What?" Logan asked sternly.
"You are drooling," Scott snidely said.
Scooter, that little punk. Like I am not allowed to look. I can't
Danielle ran out of her room and returned hauling in a large box. I
immediately jumped up to assist her lifting the heavy box onto my
shoulder with little effort. I think that got her attention she's
staring at me now. Oh, yeah, I'm wearin' my tight tank top that
always gets the girls' attention. Maybe I should flex a little more.
Charles smiled widely as he observed all the happy faces.
"Looks like you have met most of the children, and you obviously know
Logan from beforehand," Charles said.
"We met the riot at the nightclub and in Canada. Hey, thanks for
cuttin' me a little slack with the music and open house," Danielle said.
"OK, children it is time for dinner," Charles announced.
"Danielle, looks like you are in capable hands Logan, I am sure you
won't mind taking over," Charles said. Logan nodded affirmatively.
"Thanks again for all the help," Danielle replied.
"Yeah, come on kids. It is time for all of us to go," Jean said
escorting everyone out.
Scott held back for a moment as Logan cast a hateful glare at him.
Scott smiled slyly before exiting.
Danielle quickly dashed for her ringing cell phone. It was her best
friend checking in with her.
"I'm fine. The place is cool and hell, I even got me this total stud
of a guy right here helping me unpack
the one and only
(she glances over at Logan)
yes, I am behaving
trouble? Who, me?
Nonsense (she snickers)
why would I do that? Yeah
Hey, catch ya
later. Gotta finish up," Danielle giggled.
I peer at her as she chats on the phone I am sure she must think I
am being nosy. Aw, hell. It's kinda cute being thought of as a stud.
She hangs up and I just gotta ask it.
"Stud, huh? Never been called that before. Freak, mutant, dangerous
guy been called them plenty of times," he said.
"Well, you say freak, mutant, dangerous guy
I say stud - just my
humble opinion," Danielle replied while looking around her new
quarters. " I think that about does it."
"I suppose ya wouldn't have a beer packed in with any of yer stuff?"
Danielle peered strangely at him. Logan growled then sat down again
on her bed holding his head again.
"Looks like you had enough already," she replied. She stood before
him and gently rubbed his temples.
"Easy way to get rid of the headache," she said.
I can't help but sigh. Her touch is so gentle, so full of warmth and
caring. Hell, I like being doted on too.
"Ya want the full tour?" I ask. Danielle was thrilled.
"I'd love it, if ya have time," she answered.
"I got time," I say.
I reach out my hand and she eagerly takes it. Not noticing a stray
wire crossing her path, she tripped and I instinctively grab her and
pull her near me avoiding disaster. Oh, man, those deep brown eyes of
hers and the warmth of her body near me. Logan, cool it. Think cold
shower right now. She looks into my eyes man, kill me now before I
do somethin' stupid.
"Sorry. That was clumsy of me," she said shyly pulling away from him.
"No harm done," I reply. Oh, yes there was. Logan, you dog, you just
got yerself a cheap thrill.
I show her all around the campus. She was most thrilled with the
expansive and well-manicured grounds. Near the stables, a few of the
girls were out for late afternoon rides on the horses.
"Hey, there's Danielle!" Kitty called out.
"Hi, girls. Gorgeous horse," Danielle responded.
"You ride?" Kitty asked.
"I taught huntseat and a little saddleseat back home," Danielle replied.
"This guy is aching for a real run. Wanna take him out?" Kitty asked.
"Can I?" Danielle asked.
Kitty jumped down and Danielle quickly mounted up and whirled the
horse around. With a loud `yah!' she prompted the horse to take off
at a full gallop.
The horse ran like the wind its long strides eating up the ground.
I watch nervously as the horse began defying her will fighting the
bit, bucking and trying to rear. Do I run and try to help her? I
could see she had a handful of mane in her hands to hold on letting
the horse have his way, and then she took command. I could see her in
the distance leaning over the horse's neck. The horse slows looking
more relaxed and obedient and she rides safely back to me without
"He was feeling a little spry and wanted you to take him for a real
run," Danielle said.
"How do you know that?" Kitty asked.
"He told me," Danielle replied. Logan cocked his head curiously.
"He told you?" I ask.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"What is it about girls and horses, anyway?" I ask curiously.
She stopped walking and looked me right in the eye. This could only
"There ain't nothin' like 1500 pounds of raw power between yer legs
raw power you are in control of very exhilarating," she replied
OK, it was trouble and I had no clue how to respond to that one.
"Hey, thanks for showing me around. I promised to meet Jean and Scott
for dinner. I will see ya around," Danielle said giving Logan a hug.
Scott and Jean the perfect little couple. Well, she hugged me
before leaving. Spirited and sexy hum
what a combo.
Later that evening, the compound was silent. Not a soul stirred,
except in Logan's room. The nightmares were rather intense tonight
detailed visions of the torturous experiments he suffered through,
flashbacks of the first time he extended his newly implanted metal
claws the intense pain he felt as they pierced the skin of his hands
for the first time.
He awoke in a fury of anger and rage his metal claws ready to slash
at anything near by. It was only 1am in the morning and he knew he
was not going to sleep any more tonight.
He silently walked to the kitchen with the hopes of finding something
to drink and maybe a sandwich to eat. He rifled through the fridge
only finding milk, juice, soda and alas, a couple of beers. He pulled
them out popped the tops of both of them and with little time
wasted, downed both one after the other.
He wasn't satisfied and wanted more.
The lower cupboards housed more soda. Shit, isn't there anything
harder here? The top cupboard revealed a stash of bottles hard liquor.
Xavier's keeping it for a special occasion. Well, hell, this is a
special occasion for me freakin' nightmares.
Grabbing the first bottle, he downed it with little thought he
neglected to look at the label it didn't matter. The burning
feeling of the alcohol sliding down his raw throat felt so good.
Finishing the first bottle, he reached for the second before sitting
down at the table. He began working on this one quickly downing it
without taking a breath.
The fire began to burn in his gut and his head began to pound with
intoxication. He sat at the table burying his face in his hands.
Logan was hurting now but this pain he enjoyed. It was so much
better than the heart-wrenching pain of his nightmares, or of
loneliness, of seeing Jean happy with Scott, or of seeing his sweet
Marie with that geek Bobby.
His latest obsession was now only two doors down from him just out
of his reach.
And now, his finely tuned hearing caught the sounds of voices and
giggling. Jean and Danielle entered the room shocked to find Logan
completely drunk at the table. His sorrowfully bloodshot eyes
revealed the emotional agony he was in.
"More nightmares, Logan?" Jean asked not acknowledging his drunken
state. She was fairly accustomed to seeing him this way
periodically. Logan painfully shook his head affirmatively. Danielle
was taken a little by surprise having noticed the empty booze bottles
and Logan attempting to find something to eat in the fridge.
The girls continued their idle chatting as Storm joined them. Logan
sat down again with a sandwich, stealing glances at Danielle without
being too obvious. Jean noticed it and of Danielle returning those
glances in Logan's direction. It became dead silent as Logan and
Danielle's eyes locked on each other.
Wish I had ya to myself. I am entranced with her I love the way she
looks at me, and how she playfully tosses that long mane of hair over
her head. She's flirting with me man, is she flirting with me. And
why wouldn't she? I'm the dangerous guy to be flirted with.
"So, how do you like the mansion?" Storm interrupted.
"Very cool. I must remember to thank the professor for accepting me
into the clan for now. I really didn't know what I would do. I
couldn't stay with my best friend and her husband any longer I know
they would do anything for me, but I felt like I was intruding,"
Scott entered the kitchen and right away Logan tensed up.
"Jean, everything OK?" he asked before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Fine, fine. Just girl talking with Danielle," Jean replied.
"Still? And Logan? Yer looking chipper tonight," Scott taunted.
"Ya know, I am really tired of you pestering me," Logan said holding
his pounding head again.
Scott stood behind Jean resting his hands on her shoulders.
"So, I sensed a little feral streak in ya," Logan directed to Danielle.
"Just a little on the wild side," Danielle replied.
"Logan is so feral
" Scott started to say.
I cast a hateful glare at Scott. Danielle got up and started walking
around the table towards the refrigerator. I sense her halt right
behind me she's got on that light vanilla perfume that fills the air
around me and I can't help but take in a deep breath.
"Nothing wrong with being feral it's very natural back to basics
without all the nonsense," she replied.
I glance curiously over my shoulder at her and she lightly drags her
finger over my long sideburns. I musta looked like a geek tryin' to
hide that smile I could feel starting to rip across my face.
"Hey, is Logan like blushing? Oh, my God! Yes, I think he is!"
Logan pounded his clenched fists on the tabletop not a bright idea
loud sounds ringing in his ears.
"Ok, enough of this shit. Why don't we take this outside, One Eye?" I
I get up out of my chair. He had enraged me and I was ready for a
good fight the booze heightening my anger and shortened my temper.
It normally didn't take much to set me off as, especially when taunted
by One Eye.
Scott stood his ground having provoked Logan.
"Logan! Don't! Scott, please stop," Jean and Storm both said sternly.
Jean knew Scott would definitely deserve any beating Logan may give him.
"Why can't you two get along? You act worse than a couple of kids,"
I'm still standing snorting in anger and feeling my metal claws
itching inside for release. What I wouldn't do to impale Scott
Summers right now. Then, I feel Danielle take hold of my arm.
"Hold on there, Big Guy. Let it go. He's just breakin' your balls,"
she said pulling my arm.
I sit down slowly. Gently, she kneaded my shoulders. She must have
been sensing my anger and the tension between me, Scott, and Jean.
She knew there was no love loss between Scott and me. But her touch
her soft, gentle, understandin' touch has me under her control and I
She did know, especially after hearing how both Scott and Logan were
vying for Jean's love. He and Jean had both said enough for her to
understand the situation nearly completely.
Jean and Scott watched Logan's unusually obedient response to
Danielle, even in his drunken state. Logan's muscles were so tense
she could feel he would leap at Scott with any further provocation.
She leaned close to Logan to whisper in his ear.
"Logan, relax," Danielle said.
She could hear him growling softly.
"Scott, why do you provoke him? Not for anything, why would you want
to instigate a fight with someone like Logan? I sure as hell wouldn't
mess with a guy with 12 inch metal claws," she added.
I huff deeply since I was really pissed off and everyone knew it,
especially Scott and Jean. But, I relax as Danielle wrapped her arms
around my neck and rested her chin on my shoulder. The booze was
wearing off now just in time.
"Besides, some of us think being feral is kinda sexy," Danielle
responded again brushing her fingers over his sideburns - then she
let him go and retrieved a soda.
Jean tried to hide her own feelings she did agree with Danielle
Logan certainly had a charm about him that she too found very
Sexy, huh? She thinks I'm sexy. Take that, you little shithead. I
know even Jeannie is agreein' with her. I sit back and cross my arms
over my chest yeah, check me out.
Logan allows a smug look to dance across his face. Scott smiled
sarcastically. As things seemed to settle down, conversation continued.
"You don't mind being a mutant?" Storm asked.
"Look, being different doesn't bother me. I prefer it sets me out
from the crowd not that it doesn't have its drawbacks," she responded.
"So many still think we don't deserve to live. Even you should know
that," Logan replied with a little anger in his voice.
"Yes, I do. And, things take time to change, and accept," she said.
"Danielle, maybe we should change the subject. It is a very sensitive
topic around here," Jean said noticing Logan was still a little riled up.
"Maybe we should go to bed it is very late," Scott said taking
Jean's hand. She said good night and obediently followed Scott.
Logan was still angry he really didn't like Scott's continued
gloating about having Jean back and his overall snotty behavior
Logan silently exited the kitchen with Danielle and Storm watching,
and he headed down the hall to the gym. His blood was boiling hot
with restrained rage.
You know I just really hate being around Scott Summers any more than I
have to. So, here is Logan bad ass Logan and the wild animal is on
the loose and needs to release his rage, which I begin to do on the
I pound on it with all my might makin' myself work up an intense sweat
and hittin' that bag until my hands were hurtin'. I pretend the heavy
bag was Scott and that made my attack even more intense.
Maybe I will be able to sleep after this workout. It certainly felt
good to pound on something, although I really would have loved to
pound on Scott himself. Rotten little son of a bitch just loves
pissin' me off.
Meanwhile, Danielle had followed and peeked at him from the doorway.
His rage was in full flight he danced around the bag landing each
punch with a loud bang.
The door creaked open a tad more and he halted his attack on the heavy
bag as his enhanced hearing listened for any further sounds. His
animal senses were at work his ears tuned in to even the slightest
noise, and he sniffed the air to pick up any strange scent.
Danielle knew there was no getting away without him knowing she
sensed he was very much aware of her presence her senses working
very much like his - so she went ahead and entered the room.
"I'll leave if you want to be alone," she said in response to the
rather annoyed look on his face.
"Wish I had a beer," he said while cracking his neck.
"It's 1:30 in the morning, man, and you certainly have enough alcohol
in your system," she said.
"And your point is?" he asked.
She wanted to say something in return.
"Look, I don't need ya tellin' me what to do," he said and returned to
continue his attack on the heavy bag.
I see her watchin' me with great interest. Looks like she's checkin'
me out pretty thoroughly and she ain't just lookin' at my face mind you.
Danielle was indeed marveling at how every muscle worked.
"I hear you are like the campus watch dog only more vicious," she
I turned to her, sweat pouring down my face and chest, my furrowed
brows of anger, and heaving deep sinister breaths. I place my
clenched fists out at my sides and extended my metal claws. I was
expectin' to scare the hell out of her with the mood I was in. I
awaited her reaction.
"OK, I get the point no pun intended," she said with a giggle. She
could hear him growling lightly and then he retracted his claws.
"Remind me never to piss you off," she said. Logan cracked his neck
"Hey, how about a little one on one?" she asked while raising her
fists and dancing around him on her toes. He looked at her with
"You, take on me? What are ya, nuts?" he asked.
I snickered at the thought that I tower over her being 6'3" as
compared to her maybe 5'5" and I definitely outweigh her in both
muscle and bone. But, I remember how she fought that ex-boyfriend and
his buds and she was no slouch.
"Don't underestimate me. Or, maybe yer afraid I might surprise ya and
knock ya on yer ass?" she asked.
I shake my head in disbelief this chick is crazy. But, somehow I
find it kinda like a turn on. She's tapping me lightly on my bicep
with her clenched fist.
"I'll go gentle," she said.
I know she was tryin' to lighten me up, so I decide to entertain her a
She started in with some light punches to his body actually
surprising him with her accuracy. She put a little more effort into
the attack her shots to his sides did sting a bit.
OK enough of the playing. Wolverine moved into attack mode
snarling. She ducked and dodged my onslaught of strikes, surprising
me with her abilities, but I grew tired of goofing around. OK, I just
didn't feel like being outwitted by her. I grab her around her
midsection and we tumble to the ground Danielle landing on top of my
She feels the heat of his body his warm, sweat-soaked hard body
and she quivered a bit.
He lays still on the floor loving the feel of her body on his. It
wouldn't take much to fully arouse him at this point. He could
already feel a throbbing sensation in his pants.
I bet you'd look incredible in one of them X Men suits black leather
huggin' all yer curves just like that leather you wore when I first
She tried to hide the rush of feelings thinking this guy really
didn't belong to her - she began to tickle him and he laughed heartily
and uncontrollably trying to fight her off. He gave in to her
supremacy begging for mercy.
Logan stared deep into her eyes. Just then, she completely backed
off. He sensed fear.
Then, Logan's ears caught the sound of someone coming down the hall
and they both quickly got up. Danielle took a long swig from the
water bottle sitting on the bench. Logan sat down on the bench and
toweled off stretching his aching muscles. His nostrils filled with
her light vanilla scent, and then he felt a pair of hands sliding over
his shoulders. His instinct would normally be to attack, but he held
She stood behind him her hands gently kneading the muscles of his
shoulders. He began to wonder why she backed off from him.
Aw, maybe she's just bein' nice. Well it ain't freakin' nice getting
me horny, damn it.
"How does that feel?" she asked him.
He couldn't help but growl with satisfaction, leaning back towards
her, and Danielle smiled in making Wolverine more comfortable.
Her touch her intoxicating touch.
At that moment, Rogue passed by and peeked into the room.
"Come in, it's ok," Danielle said. Rogue entered.
"I just wanted to see if you were alright, Logan. Oh, I guess you
are," Rogue said wondering what was going on that Danielle was
massaging Logan's shoulders.
"Logan was a little upset. Scott teased him and Logan didn't take it
too well," she said softly.
Her voice was kind and tender and genuine. I could sense no deceit
from her she wasn't looking for brownie points only to offer her
shoulder to lean on. But, I'm Logan I'm strong, a survivor, a feral
animal with no sense of need of anyone, and I trust nearly no one.
Yet, she's turning something in me on not just sexually she's got
that down packed already probably not even realizing it then
again, anything gets me off if I think about it in some sick way long
I begin to sense emotions those same feelings I had for Jeannie
feelings I thought I had again tried to bury deep inside. I wanna
trust her I can feel that need to trust growing. My hand reaches up
gently touching hers I don't say it but I know she understood that
look on my face expressing my silent thank you cause she smiled at me.
She continued massaging the tension from my muscles I began to feel
so relaxed, almost drowsy. In all her kindness, she finally moved
aside allowing me time with Rogue. I tapped the bench for Rogue to
"Yeah, well we all know how Scott and Logan hate each other. You've
been drinkin' again, huh Logan?" Rogue asked.
Oh, shit. Scolded again and by my little Marie. I don't need to
answer she already knows. She knew me well enough that I couldn't
hide the truth from her, so there was no sense in denying it the
smell of alcohol was all over me.
"It's early in the morning. What's up, kid?" Logan asked softly.
"Nothing, really. Bobby and I
we had a little fight yesterday,"
"What did he do to you?" Logan asked angrily.
Danielle could sense his fury and witnessed the special bond between
Logan and Rogue. She witnessed the protective way he was with her,
even though she didn't know he sometimes had distasteful thoughts of
the young woman.
"Nothing, and that's exactly the point. He and I, well, you know
it's the same thing. Logan, I wish the professor could help me to
fully control my power," Rogue said.
She hinted to Logan her desire to be able to touch without hurting
someone to learn a way to control her power that takes the life
force of other beings. Logan put his arm around Rogue trying to
comfort her. There were times Logan had wished Marie was older as
much as she thought of him like a father figure, he knew she felt a
little more a girlie crush on the feral man and he did feel
something for her.
She had touched him to the point of death, shared memories when their
minds melded, and he wouldn't hesitate to give his life if it meant
making Marie happy. But, he distanced himself from that idea she
was too young for him and he knew he would only hurt her.
"It will happen. You have a very strong power and it takes time to
learn control," he said knowing it had to be frustrating to be in love
and not be able to get close physically.
God knew he had those feelings. There was Jean the woman who stole
his heart in the past and refused him. Every day was torture to not
be able to express the feelings he had both emotionally and
His gentle look into Marie's eyes eased her concerns, and she headed
off to bed.
"Goodnight, Logan. By the way, my door is always open if you need to
talk," Danielle said before following Rogue.
Logan's brain became a mass of confused thoughts. He instantly
realized he really liked Danielle a lot. But, Logan could hear
Jean's words swimming in his head again her words of how women love
to flirt with dangerous men and then marry the good guy.
Was Danielle flirting with him only, he wondered?
"Logan, man, you are sucha jackass. When are ya gonna learn. Women
love to play with ya and she probably is too. But, she brings out the
man in me. Or, is it the animal? God, she makes me so horny. Chill,
Logan. Yer makin' yerself horny just thinkin' about her. But, I can
be the good guy. Does she care about that? What has Jean told her
about me? Did Jean make me look like a sex-hungry old man the
dangerous guy to flirt with only? Will I just be a toy for her to
play with? Can I trust her? I want to trust her. I want someone to
"Marie I don't think I got to talk with you earlier," Danielle said.
Rogue turned around to her.
"How do you know Logan?" Marie asked.
"He got me out of a spot of trouble with an old boyfriend. We were
just chatting and he was upset and a good massage always helps,"
"You know, Danielle I think Logan kinda likes ya. I hear ya are a
mutant like Logan," Marie said.
"Yeah, I have similar gifts," Danielle replied. "You and Logan are
very close I see."
"He's my friend," Marie responded. The girls bid goodnight before
going into their rooms.
It was now 3 am. He lies in bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to
sleep. The nightmares began again making him toss and turn in his
sleep growling and groaning like an injured animal. He awoke in a
fury. There was no way he would get any peace tonight.
He pondered going to talk with Danielle it was so early in the
morning and she probably was asleep by now.
She did say her door was always open if I needed to talk. I need to
talk to someone, anyone. Shit man, this is so pansy of me. These
Silently, Logan walked down the hallway halting in front of her
door. He listened carefully for any signs of Danielle being awake.
Aw, shit. What the hell ya doin', man?
Just as he was going to head back, the door opened slightly.
"Hey. Somethin' wrong?" Danielle asked softly.
Logan's eyes were filled with a silent pleading for a shoulder to lean on.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked.
"I sensed ya," she said. "Why don't ya come in and tell me what's
bothering ya," she said opening the door fully.
Logan stood in the middle of her room and was silent. Danielle sat
down at her desk painting a horse statue. Logan peered over her
shoulder curiously watching her work.
"I couldn't sleep new bed, new place
I am gonna need some time to
get used to the new surroundings. Painting always helped me relax,"
He peered over her shoulder watching her apply dabs of paint to her
latest creation. She sensed his deep interest but his continued
agitation. Halting herself, she put down the horse and brush.
"Well, this is rude of me," she said.
Taking his hand, she walked over to her bed. He began to wonder what
her intentions were. She hopped onto it and motioned for him to sit
with her. He hesitated but then obeyed. She noticed he was very
uptight this was more than just the fury caused by Scott earlier on.
Gently, she put her arm around him.
"I can't help ya if ya ain't gonna talk to me," she said.
"I hope you don't think the worse of me. Scott Summers is such a
dick. I don't think I will ever see him any other way," he said.
"You guys like two rival stallions. What will we do with ya both?
Look, I think I understand both your points of view. I mean, come on
how would you feel if someone tried to steal your girl?" she began.
I hang my head in shame. She's right I was an asshole.
"I know I was an ass for doin' that. I couldn't help what I was
feelin'," he responded.
"I'm sure. You can't always control who you fall in love with. Nuff
said on that subject. What else is on yer mind?" she asked.
Logan tensed up. She sensed his fears and anger.
"Turn around," she demanded.
Logan was a bit unsure of what she wanted until she got on her knees
behind him and started deep massaging his shoulders.
I love when ya do that. I couldn't help it and a loud groan slipped
out. That musta sounded really obnoxious. Maybe she just loves
getting' her hands on me. The tension began seeping away.
"So, what's buggin' ya? Those nightmares I keep hearin' about?" she
"I dream stuff about my past. I can only remember little bits
things that happened to me. I don't know who I really am," he started.
He looked over his shoulder before continuing, "I hope that doesn't
scare ya or freak ya out."
"It's ok. I meant it when I said I'm here if you wanna chat," she said.
"They made me this way the claws, I mean," he said raising his
clenched fist and extending his claws.
"So many times I wanted to die, but I can't. I tried suicide, but the
wounds just healed up. I tried drugs only to awaken later as good as
new. Forget booze I get a hangover that doesn't last too long.
Fifteen years I spent runnin'. But, Rogue came along and well, I hurt
her accidentally she tried to wake me from my nightmares and I hurt
her. She took my powers to heal herself and had me near death, and I
realized how much I didn't like it I didn't want to die anymore,"
Logan said and heaved a heavy sigh.
Danielle listened very intently as he spoke then wrapped her arms
around his neck laying her chin on his shoulder she could hear the
pain in his voice. This insight into his recent past brought chills
to her body. Her eyes began to well up with a hidden pain of her own.
She took a deep breath.
"But the nightmares still haunt you," Danielle said moving to sit at
Logan nodded affirmatively.
"You helped save all those delegates in New York, you helped Rogue,
and you saved me. You are strong, loyal, and honorable even though
you can be a headstrong pain in the ass," she said.
He listened to her carefully.
"You are a lucky man, Logan. You have lived through some very tough
times, but you are stronger because of it and hell, you got some
really great friends who care for you. I wish I could stop the
nightmares for you," she added.
He thought about what she was saying and buried his face in the crook
of her neck as he hugged her.
She's holdin' on to me so strongly. I think she really means it. I
feel her hand gliding over my back. It's so nice.
She lies down on her bed and pulls my arm for me to do the same,
tellin' me to just chill a while. I find this really enticing just
for the simple fact that I was cravin' a little human contact (well,
in our case, mutant contact), and it didn't have to be nasty. I did
lay down by her side, with my back to her mind you. I guess I felt a
little nervous. No one has ever made me feel so good about myself.
Again, I felt her gentle hands on me. Her caressing relaxes me, but
bein' the jackass that I am, I started thinkin' nasty thoughts yeah,
I am a brat. But, what struck me about this woman was that she
listened to me really listened to me and kept listening until I said
my peace, and she offered her opinion and understandin' with all the
kindness I would never have expected. I want to believe this is all
for real, but something is keepin' me at a distance.
"You feel any better?" she asked.
He nodded yes.
"I'm sorry if I kept you up," he replied starting to get up from her bed.
He looked deeply into her eyes sensing he had somehow connected with
I knew I had better get outta there or something was gonna happen.
"Nonsense. Anytime you need to talk, I'll be here. And, you can stay
if you want. I trust ya," she said.
I hesitated for a moment. She trusts me. She obviously doesn't know
what's on my mind right now. This was one hell of an offer I debated
with myself about.
I could go back to my room and risk being up all night and alone -
or stay here and feel good and take a risk that I do something primal
that maybe she's not interested in. Then, she'd really hate me.
Guess what bad ass Logan did I stayed and fell asleep to her
gentle stroking. I woke up about an hour later and realized I was not
in my bed hell, man, not even in my own room. What would Wheels
think of this? Who cares? I certainly don't.
I glance around with half opened eyes and see her at her desk she
had fallen asleep there. I went to her she had been painting again.
I pulled the brush carefully from her grip and placed it down. She
looked so peaceful but this had to be so uncomfortable.
I lift her out of the chair and lay her down on her bed, gently
covering her with the sheets. Oh, Logan what kinda trouble you
could get in now.
But instead, I sit by her side, brush her hair to the side and kiss
her forehead before leaving for my own room where I should have been
to begin with.
It was breakfast time at the mansion. Everyone gathered in the large
hall. Charles sat at the head of the table and I hear him officially
welcome Danielle to the group.
I walk in late as usual and in my typical grouchy and irritable
mood. The younger residents would hesitate to wish me good morning
and bad ass Logan would just about grunt out a hello unless I was
really in a crappy mood. In which case, I would snarl and show claws.
I am such a son of a bitch.
I had a soda and a steak with me yes, this is breakfast for Wolverine.
I sit at the table in back alone and extend my metal claws. One
set of claws held the meat on the plate while I used one single claw
on the other hand to carve off little bits.
I began to eat as everyone stared at me. I raise my eyes to them and
glare at them all. Guess they never seen a guy eat with his hands
before. I could hear the younger children giggling and I shot them a
narrow-eyed stare. That certainly shut them up quick.
I caught sight of Jean rolling her eyes. Yes, this was pathetic,
even for bad ass Logan. Had I sunk down to a new low? Naw. I just
like pissing everyone off or scarin' the hell outta them kids.
"Logan, is that really necessary?" Jean scolded half-heartedly.
I looked up at her and snarled again then peered at Danielle. Jeannie
and Marie were giggling it was normal to get the flirtatious giggles
from the women. I was feeling a little obnoxious, but hearin' them
kids start laughing just got me a snarlin' that much more.
I got a smile from Danielle and that was important to me. I musta
looked like such a schmuck trying to hide a smile as she playfully
tossed her hair to the side and gleamed at me with them big brown eyes.
"Logan, I would tend to agree with Jean. Children, this is why we have
forks and knives," Charles said.
Scott turned away a fight was brewing. Logan was the rebellious one
and hated being told what to do.
"What? Hey, they're clean," Logan argued.
"I think Logan is being something of a showoff for our new resident,"
The rest of the residents watched as Danielle walked around behind the
He sniffed the air inhaling her scent and hunched over his meal like a
predator protecting his kill.
Another animal on campus. This could be trouble.
She didn't care as she moved more to his side.
Everyone could hear the low growl he was emitting and watched him bare
his teeth. The kids sat in silence frozen with fear. Charles had
no idea how to respond to this show of animal aggression. The
thoughts he was picking up from both Danielle and Logan were very odd
they didn't seem harmful in any way perhaps just mock attack.
But, Logan was so unpredictable and no one really knew if he would
seriously leap at her. After all, he looked threatening enough just
with his eyes lowered and claws unsheathed. She held her ground not
moving any further.
He settled down a bit and continued to eat. As he carved off another
piece of steak, Danielle approached him slowly, sitting down in the
chair by his side and letting off her own low sounding growl.
Logan extended the rest of his claws so that all six were poised for
attack. She lowered her eyes in defiance with her long bangs flowing
in waves over one eye hiding it sexily, and she ran her hand down his
His growling got slightly louder and she responded by increasing the
volume in her voice. Her fingers slid over his wrist and slowly up
his hand until she gingerly removed the steak chunk from the shining
metal claw popping it into her mouth.
They both continued to growl, but as she got up she brushed her finger
over his sideburns and traced around the underside of his chin. He
stopped growling raising his eyes to her and sheathing his claws.
She looked to everyone sitting at the main table.
"He only thinks he's tough," she said before walking out of the dining
hall to return to her room.
Logan dropped everything and jogged out after her. Kurt sat back in
his chair watching the fire beginning to burn between Logan and Danielle.
"Me thinks Logan likes her," Kurt whispered to Marie.
"What the hell was that all about?" Scott asked.
"Animal magnetism," Jean snickered.
Bobby and several of the other boys ran out to follow Logan and Danielle.
"Danielle," Logan called out. She turned around nonchalantly.
"Yo," she responded. He looked her over as she stood before him.
"I promise, I won't bite," he said. "Can I talk to you a moment?" he
asked as he opened the door to his room.
She entered the room and looked around. It was very much like her own
spacious with a small couch, bed and coffee table.
The boys had run outside and were peeking into his window. His
enhanced hearing tuned into the chuckles and giggles of the kids.
With a quick move, he extended his claws and flashed them menacingly
at the kids. They moved out of sight. Danielle wondered what he was
so uptight about. He returned his attentions to Danielle.
"You must think I am such a jerk I'm sorry," he apologized.
"It's ok. I was just teasin' ya," she said.
He again saw several pairs of young curious eyes looking in through
his window. Logan grabbed a pillow off the bed and hurled it at the
window, again spooking off the kids. With all the excitement,
several other kids joined the growing crowd of observers.
"Damn brats," he growled.
Again, the kids peeked in. He pulled down the shade part way
leaving it open just enough for the kids to still peek in and observe.
"I really don't know why they are still so enchanted with me," he said.
"Probably because you are such an animal and certainly interesting,"
"Oh, really?" he asked slyly.
Now, Logan was getting a bit pissed seeing the kids again looking in.
He walked out of the room slamming the door closed.
"Can you see anything?" one girl asked.
"I can only see Danielle right now," Bobby answered.
"You think they are gonna do `it'?" another boy asked.
"I bet they will. That would be cool Wolverine doing `it'!" another
girl piped in.
"I wonder if he does `it' like a dog," the first kid pondered.
They all giggled and strained to see what was going on in Wolverine's
Creeping outside, Logan rounded the corner and stealthily made his way
closer to the collection of kids near his window. With a loud roar
and extension of his metal claws, Wolverine rushed at the pack of kids
slashing at the trees in mock attack. Kids scattered in all
directions screaming in fright.
When he was satisfied with having scared the crap out of them, he
returned to his room.
Danielle was sitting near the window trying to restrain from laughing
at what he had done to scare the kids. A smug look crossed his face.
"Oh, Logan," she giggled.
"Damn brats," he said.
I know I'm bein' an asshole right about now, but how else am I gonna
keep them kids out of my hair without givin' them a good scare every
now and then. And, hell, I did a damned good job this time. Bet it
will be weeks before they try that shit again.
"Look, I wanted to thank ya for talkin' with me last night."
"Anytime. Well, I was gonna do some stuff outside. Catch up with ya
later," Danielle said with a giggle.
"What are ya gonna be doin'?" Logan asked.
"Scott offered to assist me in fixing a leak in my car," Danielle
Logan turned away with a sneer. She instantly sensed his lack of
enthusiasm with the mention of Scott's name.
She started to walk out the door when he said, "Danielle, if you
wanted a piece of my steak, you coulda just asked me."
Danielle propped herself in the doorway her shapely form hugging the
"I wasn't interested so much in the steak. I was hungry for somethin'
else," she said coyly and left his room.
Logan stood there silent and in awe of her spirit.