FIC: Choices, 4/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f
- DISCLAIMERS POSTED IN PART 0
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Logan remained happily oblivious to the expectations being built by
frequent sex over an extended period of time. He still went out alone
occasionally to get drunk and hopefully get fought or laid better
still, both but not as often, since he now had a fuckbuddy under the
same roof. He didnt take Ciss on dates or talk about feelings with her
or any of that other boyfriend/girlfriend shit, and he would have been
startled to realize that he and she were beginning to be regarded by the
others as a couple, rather than merely a pair of teammembers who worked
and trained together a lot due to their similar abilities.
He had certainly never told her about how he and Rogue had joined the
X-Men, or that the dogtag around his neck had for a number of years
graced Maries throat instead. (At least until she started seeing Remy
and took it off.) And when Marie first told him that she was pregnant, he
didnt tell Cissy why he had drunk every alcoholic beverage in the
Mansion within the space of an hour and then gone to her bedroom for
several hours of wild despairing sex.
He didnt go to Cicely when Marie miscarried, though not even for sex.
Instead, he sat with Rogue for hours, helping her try to drown the pain
with alcohol and giving her a shoulder to cry on. He even shed a few
tears with her.
Possibly some men might have been relieved if guiltily so that their
beloved wasnt to bear another mans child after all. But Logan had his
own sharp-edged morality he had to, doing the things hed done and
still being able to face himself in the mirror and one of his
principles was that children were off-limits. They had done nothing to
deserve the harm that so often befell them, and they were not to blame
for who their parents were or what their parents might have done. (This
was in part why he was so genuinely unconcerned at the thought of Cicely
possibly being Creeds daughter.) So what if it had been Remys kid? It
was also Maries baby that had been lost, and she was grieving for her
child, and Logan hurt with her.
It was a stressful time, and Logan spent a fair bit of time with Marie,
and Cissy got left alone to do some thinking of her own.
That probably wasnt really for the best.
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A few more months went by. Routines settled back into normal. Logan was,
if not exactly content after all, Marie was still regrettably with
Gumbo then at least in a reasonably tolerable situation. He had a few
good friends, like Marie and Kurt, he had periodic excuses to get into
really fun combat situations, he had his steady supply of beer and
cigars, and he had Brunhilda the Mutant Sex Goddess sharing a bed with
him in a frequent and pleasant but uncomplicated manner.
Which was of course when Cicely told him that she was pregnant.
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She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"When did things start going so bad? I've been talking to dead rabbits
and feeding bloody walls. I've done horrifying things with salad tongs.
It's really eaten into my social life."
-- Johnny C, JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC #6, by Jhonen Vasquez
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