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FIC: Choices, 4/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f

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  • fyrdrakken@JUNO.COM
    DISCLAIMERS POSTED IN PART 0 * * * Logan remained happily oblivious to the expectations being built by frequent sex over an
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 12, 2001

      * * *
      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 didn’t 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 Marie’s throat instead. (At least until she started seeing Remy
      and took it off.) And when Marie first told him that she was pregnant, he
      didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t to bear another man’s child after all. But Logan had his
      own sharp-edged morality — he had to, doing the things he’d 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 Creed’s daughter.) So what if it had been Remy’s kid? It
      was also Marie’s 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 wasn’t really for the best.
      * * *
      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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