FIC: Coming Home Is Hard To Do 1/? R/L, PG
- Title: Coming Home Is Hard To Do 1/?
Disclaimer: I really wish Logan were mine� but he�s
not. Sam�s the only one that belongs to me; everyone
else is Marvel�s
Summary: R/L. Logan comes home and finds that Marie
isn�t alone anymore
everone else ask first.
Note: This is my first X-Men fic, be gentle :)
Logan turned off the bike�s motor and looked around
him. The mansion hadn�t changed much since he left; it
looked just as he remembered it. There were a few more
trees and those he remembered were bigger but it was
the same metal gate, the same sign. Like him, the
X-Men headquarters seemed eternal, unchanging. It was
He should have gotten off the bike, he knew, and
entered yard but he couldn�t bring himself to do it.
He just stood and stared at the gate that announced
the separation between the real world and �Xaviers
School for Gifted Youngsters�.
She wouldn�t be a youngster anymore; she was probably
about 23, a young woman. He wondered what she looked
like. She wasn�t his little Marie anymore, a thought
that occurred to him often on the trip to Westchester.
What disturbed him was that the idea appealed to him.
What if he went in there and instead of finding an
innocent girl to protect, he found a beautiful � and
desirable � young woman? He almost turned around right
then and there though he didn�t understand quite why.
He couldn�t remember ever being afraid of any one
person� let alone a young woman.
There was a little motel just out of town whose owner
asked no questions and had a very friendly daughter.
He had always been able to be alone there. He started
to turn Scooter�s worn bike but something was stuck to
He growled in irritation and tried to dislodge it,
whatever it was. It held fast and he was starting to
get annoyed. When he turned towards his leg a little
girl � little more than 3 years old � was staring up
at him. She batted her long, blue, eyelashes and
�Hewwo,� she said, still smiling. �You�re pwetty. Want
to be my friend?�
He picked up the child as he would a ticking bomb and
sat her in front of him on the motorcycle. He looked
her straight in the eye, hoping to intimidate her but
she kept on smiling.
�Look, kid, I am not, nor will I ever be, pretty.�
She wasn�t listening though; she was too busy pulling
on his sideburns. He tried to scold her, he really did
but he couldn�t even get her to let go of his hair. He
sighed and decided to try another tactic.
�I really don�t think you should be out here without
your mother, kid. What�s your name?� He said, less
irritated already despite himself.
�I�m Sam,� she said and offered a tiny, mud covered
hand. He took it gingerly and then put an arm around
her so that she could hold her securely next to him.
He kick started the bike and drove through the gate.
When he stopped in front of the mansion, Sam was
giggling delightedly. It took all of Logan�s
concentration to keep her from jumping up and down.
When he had her adequately restrained � wraped in one
of his arms � he started to look for a mother without
He was startled when the wind in the previously still
air started to swirl around him alarmingly. He
clutched the girl protectively against his chest and
searched for the source of the assault. He could feel
the claws of his left arm tearing through his skin,
ready for anything that might threaten them.
�Release that child right� Logan?�
A woman dropped out of the sky and landed in front of
him. He realized, suddenly, that it was Storm, a
little older and fuller but still Storm. He should
have guessed. He held Sam out at arm�s length.
�I caught this little critter outside, yours?� he
asked as gruffly as he could. He didn�t like the
amused twinkle in Ororo�s eyes.
She took the child gently in her arms, holding her
fondly. She petted the blue hair affectionately but
shook her head. �I do not yet have a child, I�m
afraid. Her mother is�� she paused and looked Logan
straight in the eye for a moment. �She�s inside.�
He wanted to leave, he really did but as he got up,
Sam reached out for him again. With a glance between
the two of them, Storm handed her over to Logan. She
clung on to his neck and laughed again. He held her
tight � to keep her from falling � and ruffled her
He found himself following Ororo into the mansion. She
led him to a couch in the rec room and asked him to
sit down. He complied without complaint for once in
his life; he was too distracted by his charge.
�I�ll tell the professor that you�re here. I�m sure
that will interest him.� And just like that she was
Sam was settled comfortably on one of his knees,
staring up at him in awe. She didn�t say anything, she
just stared and he was starting to get uncomfortable
with the intensity of it. He racked his brain for
something to say trying to ignore the silliness of his
need to hold a conversation with a three-year-old.
�So, if Ororo isn�t your mother who is? Jean?� He
tried to imagine Jean pregnant and recoiled at the
thought, especially at the disturbing role Scott would
have played in it.
Sam just shook her little head solomnly. �Uh-uh, Mama
says Scott must be impo-impot� What does that mean?�
Logan nearly choked. When he finally caught his breath
though, he had to smile. So not everyone liked ol�
One-Eye after all. But that was a conversation he�d
relish holding with Scott Summers himself, not this
�How �bout we talk about your parents, kid.�
But she wasn�t listening to him anymore; she was
tugging at a chain around her neck. When she finally
got it over her head, she held some dog tags
triumphantly towards Logan. �For you,� she announced.
That stunned him into silence. He looked at the dull
metal that he had worn for 15 years but hadn�t seen in
nearly 5 and his throat constricted. He traced out his
name with his thumb and swallowed, hard.
�Where�d you get these, kid?� His voice was husky, he
felt like he�d been kicked in the gut because he knew
the answer; now that he considered it an option he
could smell it on her. He was surprised that he hadn�t
noticed before. Her smell was distinctive.
�Mama,� she answered simply, eyes wide with confusion.
�Samantha Jean! What did I tell you about running off
on your own? Come �ere sugar, come to Mama.� Marie,
his sweet little Marie, fully grown and lovely as the
dawn stepped straight out of his dreams and held her
arms out to him.
He shook himself. She wasn�t reaching for him; she was
reaching for Sam, her daughter. He stood and held out
his charge. He stood straight and tall, so that she
would recognize him but also so that she could simply
see him. He wasn�t deaf; he heard the women whisper at
the sight of him in bars, even just in the street. He
hadn�t been a monk.
And neither, it seemed had Marie. He gritted his teeth
at the thought but he forced himself to be civil.
�Nice looking kid,� he said as he handed the child
back. He cleared his throat. �Who�s the father?�
Marie took Sam into her arms, cooing slightly at the
child. Then, without even acknowledging him or his
question, she turned around and started to walk away.
Startled, he reached for her shoulder to stop her. In
his imaginings sometimes she was upset, sometimes mad
but never had she refused to have anything to do with
him. It never occurred to him that they wouldn�t at
least be friends.
She turned around swiftly and he stiffled an approving
growl. She was breathtaking, all long legs and soft
curves. His fingers itched to touch her, as he had
feared they would, sitting outside the gates. But he
composed himself; God knew he had screwed up with
women in the past � Yuriko, Silver Fox glared at him
in his mind� - he had to do this right.
�Cover your ears sweetie, Mama needs to talk with your
friend.� Marie said sweetly to the little girl.
�That means she�s going to yell,� Sam said sagely but
she covered her ears nonetheless.
�Who do you think you are Wolverine? You come back
into my life after 5 years � 5 years! � and act as if
I�m still a little girl for you to protect.� She
hissed, venom oozing from her every word.
�You what? Want to know who the father was so you can
beat the crap out of him or even just growl and
posture? Or maybe you just want to make sure he takes
care of my child like you take care of yours.� She
paused just long enough to catch her breath. �Oh,
wait, you don�t take care of them, do you? Do you even
know their names?�
For some reason he couldn�t understand, he searched
his mind for the names. There were three of them, that
much he knew though he�d be damned if he could figure
out how she knew. He had never given them a second
thought to be honest; they were better off with their
mothers. Now he wished that he had at least learned
�Nothing. I thought so.� She turned on her heels. �I
don�t need your protection anymore Logan.�
As she disappeared from the room, Sam waved at him
from over her mother�s shoulder. Logan could only
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