1514FIC: The Best-Laid Plans - 4/6 [L/R, Scott] - R
- Dec 1, 2000Disclaimers etc.
The Best-Laid Plans
4. The Tramp
I told Scott about that little conversation, which was
probably where the seeds of The Plan were sown, though it
was a long time before it came to fruition.
Time passed, and I hung around with Remy, turning a blind
eye to his tomcatting. I'm sure they all thought I was
pathetic, but I really didn't care. Dating Remy had been
a means to an end -- a way to get Logan to realize I was
no longer a child -- and the results had not been
Instead of falling at my feet, begging me to let him love
me, he'd gone to Canada. And then, to add insult to
injury, he brought *her* back with him.
I can't tell you how much I loathe that name, even now.
I knew Logan wasn't living like a monk, even when he was
at the mansion, and the first time I'd seen a woman
sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night, it
almost killed me. I spent the rest of that night huddled
in the shower, crying. That was pretty much the only
place no one could see or hear me.
He tried to be discreet about it, which was a first. I
don't know if that was for my sake or for Jean's. I do
know he didn't give a damn what Scott or Professor Xavier
But Daisy -- she just waltzed right through the front
door with him, in broad daylight. She was a redhead, of
course. Bottled, though. I was sure of it. That color was
as unnatural as my white streaks, though she came by it a
lot less painfully. She moved into his room and no one
said a word. You could hear them at night, which is why I
began sleeping out in the greenhouse.
If she had been nice, I suppose I could have learned to
like her. I didn't hate Jean, and the only two men I ever
seriously had feelings for both loved her. It was
impossible to hate Jean, even though she was beautiful
and smart and together, because she was so nice and
caring. You knew she was sincere when she tried to help
you, and you knew she couldn't help it if men fell at her
feet. She didn't work at it; it just happened.
But Daisy was unbearable. And I'm not the only one who
thought so. She thought she was staying at a five-star
hotel or something, because she was constantly asking
people, especially me, to do things or fetch things for
her. Maybe she picked up on the fact that Logan and I had
a special relationship, though he sure didn't act like it
the first few weeks she was around.
I tried to be polite. My momma, God rest her, taught me
good manners. I got Daisy her newspaper, lent her my nail
polish remover and didn't say anything when she flirted
outrageously with Remy whenever Logan's back was turned.
I did warn Remy about messing around with her -- by that
point our relationship had evolved into simple
friendship, but I wasn't about to let Logan know that. I
wasn't going to be unattached while he was flaunting his
little California honey. Actress, my ass. She was a
stripper, anyone could see it, and her boobs were as fake
as her hair color and her perky turned-up nose. I still
don't understand the appeal, but I guess she was a good
But she pushed it. She pushed me, and anyone will tell
you, I'm not one to piss off. There's still a lot of
Logan in me, and probably more Magneto than is strictly
It was a hot day in early September, and I had just
wrestled with the Registrar's office at Sarah Lawrence,
so I wasn't in the best of moods. Having to stay all
covered up when it's scorching out is one of the many
disadvantages of my mutation. But I deal with it and try
to remain pleasant. If you've ever registered for classes
at school, you know my store of patience was at a minimum
I was walking by Logan's room when the door opened and
there she stood, wrapped in a towel, hair dripping from
"Hey, girl, get me a towel," she demanded. She never
called any of us by name, except for Scott and the
Professor. Females were beneath her notice completely.
"Get it yourself," I responded, continuing to walk up the
hall to my room.
I never expected her to follow me out into the hall and
grab my arm. "You've got no manners, little girl."
"Get the fuck off me," I snapped, tempted to show her how
bad my manners could be.
"Look, everyone else may buy your little sweetness and
light routine, but I know trailer trash when I see it. I
don't know how you got Logan to believe you're all
innocent and pure. I see how you look at him. As if he'd
ever be with someone like you." Someone he couldn't
touch, she meant.
"Do you *want* me to kick your ass?" I asked,
incredulous. She didn't smell drunk. I didn't understand
how someone could be so mean for no reason. After all,
*she* was the one he got into bed with each night, not
Scott came walking down the hall then, and she let me go.
"Is there a problem, ladies?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes at him. "What do you think?"
Daisy turned on her simpering, "melt anything with a Y
chromosome" act. "Rogue is being very rude to me, Scott.
I think you should have a talk with her. I'm certainly
going to let Logan know about it."
"Rogue? Do you owe Daisy an apology?" He looked at me and
I was afraid he'd bought her act. I sucked it up and
"I'm sorry I didn't get to kick your ass, Daisy. Maybe
some other time."
Scott bit his lip, then said, "Rogue, we'll talk in a
moment. Daisy, I don't think it's appropriate for you to
wander the halls in a towel. There are young children
She pouted and flounced back into Logan's room.
Scott and I hurried to my room, him trying not to laugh,
me trying not to put my fist through the wall.
"Who the fuck does she think she is, talking to me like
that?" I exploded, throwing myself down on the bed.
He was laughing so hard he could barely speak. "That was
priceless, Rogue. 'I'm sorry I didn't get to kick your
ass.' I guess Logan's still in there, huh?"
I growled in response. "He better not believe her over
me. I'll fucking kill him."
He didn't even bother to comment on my language. "You
know she's only a passing fancy."
"I know, but still... It's because she has red hair."
He stiffened at that. He was afraid that Logan might yet
steal Jean from him, though I don't think Logan had made
an effort in that direction in months -- years, even.
Honestly, I don't think Logan ever made a serious effort
to get Jean away from Scott. I knew how he felt about her
-- he lusted after her, and he thought she was a great
person, but the feelings I'd picked up from him weren't
the "deep and abiding love" type. I sometimes wondered if
Logan were capable of that type of devotion. I think he
sometimes wondered it, too.
But the wedding kept getting postponed by one crisis or
another, and Scott was really insecure about it
sometimes. I tried to convince him that Jean was as crazy
about him as he was about her, but it was hard when she
was so beautiful and so flirtatious with Logan. I used to
wonder if she knew how seriously Scott took their little
He sat down next to me on the bed and took my hand.
"You're going to have to get over him at some point,
Rogue. There are dozens of guys who'd go out with you if
you'd give them a chance."
I was angry and unwilling to listen to the same old
bullshit. "Where, Scott? Where are they all? Remy --
bird-dogging Remy, who can't keep it in his pants --
didn't even try to get to second base with me. And don't
say I'll meet guys at school. At school I'm just a freak
who wears a lot of clothes. They don't bother me and I
don't bother them, and it works out just fine.
"You're with Jean, Logan's not interested, and Professor
Xavier is like my father."
He had no response, so he did what people always do when
they're trying to comfort me. He hugged me and stroked my
Logan burst in then. He was taken aback by what he saw,
because instead of saying whatever he came into the room
to say, he just stood there, mouth open. I have to say,
we played it cool. No springing apart like we were guilty
or anything. We just looked at him, a little surprised
He recovered quickly. "What the hell is going on in
here?" His hands were fisted and he looked like he wanted
to extend his claws. I hoped he wasn't that pissed off at
me. He'd *never* been that pissed off at me, and that
could mean only one thing -- he was in love with Daisy.
My fears were quickly laid to rest. "Does Jean know
you're cuddling with Marie?" Whew. He was angry with
Scott, not me.
Scott started to say something, but I cut him off.
"What's it to you, Logan? You're so busy shagging that
tramp that you can't be bothered with the rest of us.
Well, let's get something straight here. You tell your
little fuckbuddy that I'm not the maid, my name is not
'Hey, you' or 'Girl', and if she wants a towel, she can
damn well get off her ass and get it herself. I don't
have to put up with her shit, Logan, and I won't."
I didn't think it was possible for him to look any more
surprised, but he managed it.
"Marie," he began, but then Daisy appeared and started
her pouting routine. I could have told her that was
exactly the *wrong* approach to take with him, but why
give inside information to the enemy?
"Logan, honey, your little friend threatened me. All I
asked her to do was get me a towel."
"Marie is not a maid, Daisy. You shouldn't treat her like
one," Logan said, using his patient and slightly amused
tone, the one that he saves for the really young kids at
the school. I could go into a big digression about how
the little kids love to roughhouse with Logan, and how
much he enjoys it, but that might ruin his reputation as
a badass, so I won't.
It was all I could do not to cheer. I suppose that was
the first time he'd taken someone else's side against
her, because suddenly that pretty face turned ugly. It
was only for a moment. The pout was back almost
instantly, and I don't think anyone else saw it. But I
knew it was going to be war, and I was ready.
My strategy was to hide until she went away. Cowardly, I
know, but I couldn't bear the thought of Logan turning on
me because of her. So, I kept even more to myself than
usual, spending whatever free time I had repotting plants
in the greenhouse and winterizing the garden.
I had just finished wrapping the fig trees when she
appeared. Being hot, sweaty and covered in dirt is not
exactly how I wanted to meet my rival, but I was too damn
tired to care. I wanted to have it out with her, and I
figured if she was going to start trouble, I was going to
"Marie," she said.
"My name's Rogue," I interrupted. No one calls me Marie
but Logan. Certainly not that trollop.
She leaned in close and spoke softly. "Whatever. I know
you think you got Logan wrapped around your little gloved
finger, but if you think I'm letting you take him away
from me, you got another think coming."
"I don't think he's yours to give or take," I replied.
She went on as if I hadn't spoken, her voice dropping to
a whisper. "You walk around shaking your little ass and
talking in that sweet southern accent, teasing all the
men around here. But none of them will ever touch you. It
doesn't surprise me you're a mutant -- your parents were
probably brother and sister. Everybody knows you
southerners are a bunch of inbreds."
It was a purely instinctual reaction. I growled and
launched myself at her. Would have gotten her, too, but
suddenly Logan was there, holding me back.
"See, Logan, I told you she was going to attack me," she
said in the frightened little girl voice that was such a
potent weapon in her arsenal.
"Lemme go, Logan, I'm gonna kill her." I struggled within
his iron grasp.
"She ain't worth it, Marie. Daisy, get your ass outta
here in the next fifteen minutes or I'm throwin' you
out." She hadn't counted on, or didn't know about, his
acute hearing. The man can hear a snowflake hit the
ground in a blizzard; he'd surely heard the cruel remarks
she'd used to provoke me.
"Can I hit her, Logan? Please?"
He laughed. "I'd let you, darlin', but you'd hurt her and
then we'd be stuck with her 'til she got better."
I got over not being allowed to beat the tar out of Daisy
quickly, though, because Logan was true to his word. When
she took longer than fifteen minutes to pack, begging and
pleading with him to let her stay (was he really that
good in bed, I wondered. And would I ever find out?), he
picked up her stuff and tossed it out the window. He was
reaching for her when Jean and Scott arrived.
"What's going on here?" Scott demanded.
"Daisy's leaving," I smirked.
"That bitch tried to kill me," Daisy cried, throwing
herself at Scott. Jean frowned.
"She was mean to Marie," Logan said. He looked at me. "I
should have let you hit her, kid." It was as close to an
apology as I was going to get, but it was enough.
Scott's mouth tightened. He stepped back from her. "I'll
call you a cab."
"Be glad I'm not making you walk to the train station."
His voice was cold. Jean looked surprised as he walked
out. Daisy trailed after him, cursing and complaining
loudly, her sweet fa�ade shattered.
"*What* is going on?" Jean asked.
"She was mean to Marie," Logan repeated. He turned back
to me. "I wish you'd told me sooner, kid. I never would
have kept her around. She was boring as hell but..." his
voice died out, and he turned a little red. I know how he
was going to finish that sentence, and so did Jean, I'm
sure. She's a telepath, after all.
More to come... Parts 5 & 6 are still being beta'd, but
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