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  • .-= Kielle =-.
    I did not write this, but I will cheerfully forward any feedback posted to this group to the author. Here ya go... *** That Remarkable Mettle... By Indigo
    Message 1 of 4 , Jul 21, 2000
      I did not write this, but I will cheerfully forward any
      feedback posted to this group to the author. Here ya go...


      That Remarkable Mettle...
      By Indigo (indigo@...)

      DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the Marvel
      Entertainment Group, and are used without permission, for
      entertainment purposes only. No money is being made by
      Indigo as the author of this story. No infringement upon the
      rights of Marvel should be inferred; nor is any intended.

      ARCHIVE: Sole permission goes to Kielle's movieverse
      page. Sorry. I promised.

      FEEDBACK: Always welcome to indigo@... (net,
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      The kid had damn well winnowed her small, helpless, cute,
      sweet, pathetic, dear, frightened, gentle way into his heart.

      That was *not* supposed to happen.

      Then again, he'd shoved his way into her heart.

      He hadn't intended to.

      ~Damn it, it was her own fault for coming in and messing with
      me while I was sleeping!~ Logan growled to himself, striding
      slowly along with Ororo, Jean, and Scott behind their
      Professor. He was sure he could find out where Rogue had
      gone, and if he couldn't, Logan meant to locate her on his

      ~She's as good as dogmeat out there by herself,~ Logan
      thought, as the computer read Charles' retinas and opened its
      locks for him.

      "Welcome to Cerebro," Charles said, and continued. Logan's
      mind raced, only a fraction of his attention on his surroundings
      as he automatically continued walking with the others.
      ~Why'd she do it? Why'd she come in?~ A flutter of shame
      bloomed in his mind. ~Yeah, yeah. I was havin' a nightmare
      and she wanted to comfort me 'cause I was fool enough to take
      her on the road before these geeks picked us up.~

      There was a pregnant pause, and Logan realized Charles
      expected him to say something. "Well," Logan growled, half
      in amusement, half in annoyance, "it certainly is a big, round

      Charles gave him a withering look, and continued nattering.
      Another pause, and Logan asked, "So, why can't you use it to
      find Magneto?" ~Magneto. What kind of stupid-ass name is
      "Magneto"?~ Yeah, sure, the Prof had told him it was a guy
      who'd got bitter and had become "Magneto" out of anger and

      Charles had said something in return about Magneto being
      able to hide from Cerebro. Logan had quizzed the Professor
      on how this Magneto could do such a thing.

      "Because he helped me build it," Charles said, not without a
      note of vague embarrassment and a stronger chord of sorrow
      in his voice. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

      Logan stepped out, pausing only to watch Charles don the
      helmet doohickey which frankly looked like it belonged in a B
      movie. Minutes passed, though they seemed like hours, and
      each of those intermittent seconds gave Logan one more
      chance to reflect on the events that had led to his current


      Champagne glasses.

      Horror. Green liquid surrounding him.

      Pain. Unendurable, agonizing pain.


      Jean had provided him the answer to that. He healed. At an
      inhumanly fast rate. It was his mutation, ~like Jean can read
      minds, Storm can mess with weather, and Scott can get on my
      last nerve.~

      Markings on his skin.

      Shiny metal.

      More of the pain.

      These images flickered, dancing elusively just at the edges of
      Logan's thoughts. He only vaguely remembered the dreams,
      and it had been one of those that had apparently set him to
      moaning in his sleep.

      Little Rogue had heard him down the hall and come to see if
      she could help. She hadn't touched him. She couldn't. Not
      with her mutant power making it too dangerous to touch
      anyone. But she'd called his name...tried to gentle him into
      wakefulness with her voice.

      ~Too bad it didn't work,~ Logan thought with a pang of guilt.
      Oh, he'd awakened, all right, but in full fight-or-flight mode.
      He was sitting up, screaming, and popping his adamantium
      claws all in the same instant...

      ...and the look of horror and pain on Rogue's face was what
      brought him snapping painfully to full wakefulness. He'd
      pierced her clean through to the back with the damn claws.

      "Somebody help! Help me!" He'd called out before even
      thinking. Removing the claws would've been disastrous.
      Panic was setting in. He was cursing himself for ever having
      let this child near him...but if he hadn't, she surely would've
      frozen to death in one Canadian night. ~Yeah, great, Logan.
      So she doesn't get to fall asleep and freeze slowly -- she gets
      to bleed to death instead,~ he recalled thinking.

      Logan had no idea, even now, why she'd reached out and
      touched him. Maybe at some instinctive level she knew how
      her power worked even if she couldn't consciously stop it.
      She touched him, and he felt his soul sucked into her
      fingertips. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He couldn't
      do anything...until she let go.

      It had been several moments later when he came back to his
      senses. "Is she all right?" were the first words off his lips.

      Charles had assured him that she was, and explained to him
      what her power did. That it stole life force, and took with it
      the gifts of any mutant she touched. In Logan's case, it meant
      stealing his healing abilities had saved her life. He felt relief
      lighten his heart.

      Unfortunately, the rest of the yard apes who lived in Xavier's
      school for mutants had seen what Rogue's touch could do...and
      the cruelty of teenagers and their quick-buzz rumor mills had
      driven her off.


      "She's at the train station." Charles' words snapped Logan out
      of his reverie.

      He nodded, and turned to stalk up the hall.

      "You can't leave the Mansion. It's just the chance Magneto is
      looking for," Charles called after him regretfully.

      "It's my fault she's gone." Logan was a man of simplicity and
      directness. ~My fault she's gone. I get her back. Let this
      Magneto go hang.~

      "She'll be all right," Storm said. "She's just upset." She
      clasped Logan's shoulder, meaning to comfort him. It didn't

      Charles ordered Scott and Ororo to go after her instead.

      ~Yeah, right,~ Logan thought dubiously. But he made a point
      of keeping his mind blank until he was out of Charles
      "earshot." He wasn't sure there was a range for it, but he knew
      from waking up in the sub-basement that Charles could screw
      around with his mind from the full length and distance of the
      house: ~Damn bald geek herded me straight into his office
      that way, too.~

      Charles wheeled past him, confident his two X-Men would
      retrieve Rogue.

      Logan stalked off, growling.


      Downstairs, in the garage, Scott and Ororo paused, to select a
      vehicle they could take to the train station where Charles had
      found Rogue.

      Scott frowned at Storm, silent.

      "What is it?" Ororo asked him.

      "Where's my motorcycle?" Scott asked. He immediately
      smacked the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Oh, no.
      He didn't take it and go anyway against the Professor's

      Storm raised one brow and murmured softly, "It appears he
      has. We had best make haste."

      ~Professor. He's taken my motorcycle.~

      [~I am not especially surprised, Scott. He is not used to
      following orders, nor having anyone else he can depend on.
      Catch up with him as best you can. Assist him in convincing
      Rogue to return here where she'll be safe.~]

      ~Yes, sir.~


      ~Whichever one of these bozos owns the bike, they've got
      decent taste,~ Logan thought to himself, hunched over the
      bars. The wind whipped through his hair, and the Mansion
      was soon out of view and the open road before him. The
      elation vanished, though, beneath the sense of purpose that
      reminded him why he was on the road. ~Rogue needs me.~
      "Don't worry, kid. I'm comin'."

      His fingers found a red toggle switch on the left handlebar; it
      wasn't something he recognized, and he *knew* bikes. His
      late, lamented, beloved Harley had been tricked up, but it
      hadn't had a switch either. ~Laughing gas,~ Logan figured
      and thumbed the lever.

      The bike roared like a wild thing itself and tripled its speed.
      Logan gasped, shouted in astonishment, then burst into a
      smile. ~My kinda ride,~ he thought, cheered. ~And it'll get
      me to the kid quick.~


      The girl who only a week ago had been a high school student,
      happily planning a future between high school and college,
      now sat desolately in a cramped commuter train seat. She had
      given no thought at all to where she'd go. She just knew she
      had to go.

      ~If Bobby, who'd been so nice t'me, told me the Professor was
      mad an' the other students were all wigged out by mah mutant
      power...ah guess ah have t'go.~ Tears threatened again, but
      she blinked them back. ~The Professor's school seemed so
      nice an' so safe. All those other kids with mutant stuff. The
      one who could make fire do what he wanted, and Kitty, who
      could walk through walls, and Jubilee with her crazy taste...~
      She sighed. ~Ah shoulda known it was too good t'last.~ She
      sighed, wishing she could've kept the ice rose Bobby had
      made her as a "welcome gift."

      She looked around the car to distract herself and spotted a
      young mother affectionately stroking the face of her son. ~No
      one'll ever be able to touch me like that again. Ah'll never be
      able to...~ and she shook her head, turning to stare out the

      Rogue looked up and was astonished to see the grizzled face
      of the man she knew only as Logan. ~How'd he find me?
      What's he doin' here?~

      He sat down beside her, uninvited. "Look, I -- I'm sorry about
      last night." He wasn't a man accustomed to having to make
      apologies for his actions.

      "Me too," she murmured.

      "You runnin' again?"

      "Somebody told me the Professor was mad at me."


      "A boy at school." She looked mortified. Ashamed.
      Hopeless. And that same fear that had been in her eyes when
      he'd found her stowed away in his bike trailer. That same fear
      that melted his heart and made him want to wrap her up in a
      blanket and protect her.

      Logan had no blanket, so all he did was toss an arm around
      her, careful to avoid her skin. She resisted at first, then leaned
      into him as though he were all that kept her vertical. "Look,
      these people...they wanna help you. And that's a rare thing,"
      he told her. He wasn't entirely certain he believed it for
      himself, but he was grown. He was dangerous, and he was the
      best there is at what he does. He wasn't worried about
      himself. The helpless girl in his arms was another story,
      however. He went on, not really sure of the words he said,
      plucking from somewhere in the scrambled morass of his
      memory that softening his voice might help calm her. "Come
      on," he finally concluded. "I'll take care of you."

      Rogue sat up, eyes brightening as she dried her tears.

      Logan wanted to brush one away, but he dared not.

      "You...you promise?" She began the faintest hint of a smile,

      Something in Logan rolled its eyes, but the rest of him
      enjoyed the warm feeling that this girl looked up to him.
      "Yeah," he told Rogue. "I promise, kid." ~Train's already
      movin'. Guess we get off at the next--~

      The thought went unfinished as the train lurched to a stop.
      The sound of screaming metal filled the air, and Rogue looked
      up like a frightened doe scenting a predator.

      Logan, on the other hand, smelled ozone. And he felt an
      aching tug in his bones. ~Trouble,~ he concluded, and got to
      his feet. Around him, the passengers were muttering -- some
      simply annoyed, some concerned, and a few panicking like
      rabbits. Overhead, the luggage racks groaned and pulled out
      of their moorings, plastering themselves to the ceiling.

      Then, the back of the car, door, walls, ceiling and all peeled
      back like the skin of a grape, and Logan realized the
      Professor's warning had been right.


      He smiled slowly and popped his claws. ~He wants a scrap,
      he gets a scrap.~

      Magneto looked entirely unimpressed and gestured vaguely
      with an elegant hand. "Does that remarkable metal go through
      your entire body?"

      Logan found himself lifted from the ground and stretched
      spread-eagle in the aisle. His adamantium-laced bones
      creaked painfully as his claws were bent. He ground his teeth
      rather than scream in pain.

      "STOP IT!" Rogue shrilled from her seat, crying anew.

      "What do you want with me?" Logan demanded.

      "Dear boy, whoever said I wanted *you?*" Magneto smirked
      in a far-too-superior fashion.

      Logan had only a moment to glance at Rogue and will her to
      ~Run!~ with only his eyes; then Magneto slingshotted him the
      full length of the train car, and after a dazzle-blinding moment
      of pain on impact that would've shattered a body not
      augmented as Logan's was...

      ..there was nothing...

      ..except the knowledge that...

      ~This Magneto has a major ass-kickin' comin' to him...

      But first, the kid needs me again...~

      And the blackness descended on his consciousness.


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    • Una Seckler
      ... That was wonderful. It what I ve read so far is any indication I am so glad I joined this group!
      Message 2 of 4 , Jul 21, 2000
        >That Remarkable Mettle...
        >By Indigo (indigo@...)

        That was wonderful. It what I've read so far is any indication
        I am so glad I joined this group!
      • Anya Smith
        Wow, that was better then the novelization! ~_~
        Message 3 of 4 , Jul 21, 2000
          Wow, that was better then the novelization! ~_~
        • KevinFawkes@aol.com
          I m working my way thru the archive on the stories. Here s some of my thoughts on what I ve read so far. Almost a Lady by Misty: Alarmingly wonderful. Such
          Message 4 of 4 , Jan 18, 2001
            I'm working my way thru the archive on the stories. Here's some of my
            thoughts on what I've read so far.

            Almost a Lady by Misty: Alarmingly wonderful. Such tenderness. Made me
            think of an old jazz/blues song I once heard. Full of muted trumpet and
            drowsy trombone. Southern belle type stuff, I guess. What a wonderful
            coming home/birthday story.

            Maybe Someday by CD: I would love to know if you're working on this. Like I
            said, I've not made it far through the archive yet (up to message 95.) and I
            know I would love to read more of this. It's a good intro that I found here.
            Excellent angsty especially about the Moon.

            Reflections by Elizabeth: Oh my. OMG. It read like poetry and was like a
            little cold sliver of ice in my throat. So sad. To get into Logan's head so
            neatly and not be able to find my way back out. But...it's not too bad
            because I have to thank you for writing that. It's so awe-inspiring. Wow.
            I got teary at the end. Got any more???

            That Remarkable Mettle by Indigo: Good work. Easy to fill in the blanks
            with the mental work that *had* to have been going on in the movie. You did
            a good job with the expressions and the characterization.

            Touch Me Fall by Elizabeth Wilde: Don't I know your name from somewhere?
            Oh, yeh. My sister (who's a heck of a professional-in-life writer) has some
            of your writings printed out from another fandom. Good stuff, if I recall.
            Just like this. I really liked the knowledge of Rogue waking in the
            infirmary and knowing that what she was feeling for Jean was really
            Logan...and understanding it.

            Fatal Caress by Melissa: And my heart broke. It shattered and melted and
            puddled in my keyboard keys. Hot... And have you written any more of
            anything? Gosh. I mean, I feel like I've just been pulled through a wringer
            washing machine. This was amazing, just like the other stuff I've read here.
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