674Fic: Love Letters 01 - Northern Lights [R/L PG-13]
- Sep 4, 2000Title: Northern Lights
Series: Love Letters - http://www.diebin.com/xmen/loveletters.html
Summery: Logan writes from . . . Anchorage, Alaska.
Archive: If I've said yes before, I'll say yes again. If I haven't--ask me.
Disclaimer: Marvel and Fox. Bah Humbug.
Author's Note: This is dedicated to everyone who wanted a sequel and spoke
so persuadingly about it. :)
Anchorage, Alaska, USA
Remember how cold it was in Canada? Pretty damn cold, I know. Well it's even
worse in Anchorage. I remember you telling me once you wanted to come here.
Sorry, kid, but I don't know why. It's white and empty and cold as hell, and
it's really not all that exciting.
Don't worry, I told you before and I'll say it again--I haven't been cage
fighting. Not that there's much to worry about if I /had/ . . . but you told
me you didn't like it. So I won't do it.
I found a baby in the street yesterday. She had pale green skin and red
eyes, and I'm pretty sure she's something other than purely human. She was
crying and half dead, and I took her back to my hotel and had to try to take
care of her.
Wish you'd been here, kiddo. I'm not much good with babies. Little kids are
alright, they just want to jump and climb all over me, and I'm good at being
climbed on. But babies are so damn small . . . I was afraid I was going to
Your Professor told me something before I left. I probably shouldn't tell
you, since it's a secret--but you're more trustworthy than old Cyclops any
day, so I figure you can know. Did you know that the Prof had set up some
kind of weird underground railroad for mutants?
Yeah, I can see you looking at the paper with that funny little expression
on your face. That's what I thought too. But I'm damn glad he told
me--because this little baby woulda died for sure. No one in town was going
to take her in--and thanks to the Prof I found the contact up here and
handed her off.
She'll probably show up not too long after this letter. Take care of her for
me, will ya? She's a cute lookin' little thing, funny skin and eyes aside,
and even if she doesn't turn up to be like us (though I doubt it with looks
like that) she'll still be happier with the geeks than wandering the street
They've got some nice little shops around here. I found some stuff I figured
you just had to have, so I went ahead and bought 'em. I�m sure I'll be able
to find a post office somewhere around here . . . or maybe not. Like I said,
honey--I don't know what you were thinking wanting to come here. There ain't
Anyway--those gloves are my favorite. Some little old lady so bent over she
came up to about my knees made them. I never saw a leather crafter who
looked like her before--I can tell you that for certain. But those were the
most supple leather gloves I've ever seen, and I figured you might like
I bought you some other stuff too. You'd better appreciate this, Marie. I
went into one of those little tourist shops for you. It was cheerful and
chipper and the cashier was so damn perky I wanted to nail him to the damn
So it's probably junk, but you did say you wanted to see this god forsaken
town. So I grabbed you some postcards and pictures, and even a cute little
snow globe with a polar bear in it.
Don't you ever tell anyone I actually wrote the word 'cute'. I'll deny it,
y'know. Deny it with my dying breath Marie, and you know they'll believe me.
After all, who'd think I even knew the word?
I saw the northern lights last night. They were amazing--and I thought I'd
gotten to the point where beauty couldn't amaze me anymore. That was thanks
to you, baby. I thought you'd ruined me for pretty stuff.
Stop scowling, Marie. I don't care what you think or how much you hate me,
I'm gonna make you see that someday. You can't hide from me forever--and you
should know better than to try'n run from someone who's as good at it as I
So . . . the northern lights. They were pretty alright. I wish you'd been
here to watch them with me. When I get back I'll have to take you out some
night, and we'll run until we find a place to watch them from. It's the kind
of thing you should watch with someone else.
The cold's gettin' too me now, so I think I'll be headin' south soon. I'll
send you another letter as soon as I find something interesting.
Love you, Marie. No, don't start scowling again. I do. You may not believe
it . . . but I'll make you believe it someday.
Miss you, darling.
"Rogue--please tell me you're not going to knead the bread with those gloves
Rogue looked down at her gloves. "Is that a problem?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "For a smart girl, honey--you're not too bright
sometimes. Why don't you just take the gloves off and wash your hands? I
think we'd be a lot more comfortable eating the food if you didn't lay your
love-gloves all over it first."
Rogue tried to look annoyed as she pulled the leather gloves off her hands,
tucking them gently into her pockets. She tried to look annoyed--but it
failed and she cracked a giggle as Kitty smiled and shook her head.
Kitty and Jubilee knew all about Logan's ongoing courtship via postal
service. She was pretty sure some of the others did too--Storm and Jean
certainly. And Scott, who handed out the mail and saw the letters and
Jubilee had started the teasing, but thankfully kept it just between the
three of them. "Lucky girl," she'd said one night as Rogue sat at her desk,
going over the contents of Logan's package for the fifth or six time. "Most
of us spend all our lives wishing we got love letters. You get love
Of course, Kitty picked it up pretty quickly. "Logan sent you love-gloves. I
wonder what he has in mind for those when he gets home . . ."
Rogue blushed and shoved the gloves into the desk, but it didn't stop the
rather vivid images from dancing through her mind.
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-=People for the Ethical Treatment of Scott=-
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