FIC: An AU!Fic (NC-17)[L/R] Part 8/11
- XXX Mansion 8/11
See part 0 for disclaimers, etc
Logan had been gone less than fifteen minutes when Raven came back to the
bedroom-prison, finding Marie still sitting on the bed. Raven surveyed the
room, not saying a word about the clothes Marie had appropriated from the
armoire: a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. The jeans were women's and
only a size too big. The shirt was male and definitely too big, the
sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the hem falling to her knees.
"Erik would like to speak with you," Raven said, her yellow eyes shining
Marie stared at her for a minute, but decided that she really had no
choice. Getting off the bed, she slipped her feet into the pair of
slippers she had found with the rest of the clothes in the armoire. "All
Raven led the way down the hall to a large room; the high ceilings and
walls were made of metal. There was a desk in the center of the room,
also made of metal. Raven perched on a table to the side of the desk while
Marie sat in an uncomfortably hard metal chair. Marie ignored the blue
woman's presence, focusing instead on five small metal balls hung in the
air over desk.
"Mystique, so good of you to bring our young friend. But really, you
should have offered her some refreshment," Erik said as he walked into the
At the name, Marie turned and raised an eyebrow at the Feminine
Mystique. She said nothing, letting the sardonic twist of her lips say it
for her. Raven shrugged and left the room.
One of the metal balls separated from its fellows and hit the remaining
four, starting them moving from side to side, the constant tapping sound
reverberating around the metal room. Erik moved around the desk and sat
behind it, steepling his fingers and staring at Marie.
"What do you want with me?" Marie asked.
"You are an important part of tonight's events, my dear." Erik shifted his
attention to Raven, who had re-entered the room with three cans of soda on
a tray and some cookies. Marie refused the cookies but took a can
automatically, opening it and taking a sip. She watched as Erik did the
same, looking incongruous drinking from the can of Coke. He set the can
down on the desk with a metallic ring and looked over at Raven, who had
returned to her post on the table. "You have seen enough?"
Marie turned to look at the other woman, who smiled at her, then started to
shift, her skin becoming pink, her hair and eyes becoming brown. She
seemed to grow a bit shorter, her bust becoming more pronounced. It took
only a few seconds and Marie was staring at a reflection of herself.
"That's sick," Marie spat, giving her clone a hate-filled look.
"It will give Wolverine a bit of familiarity with his co-star," Erik
replied, getting out of his chair and coming around to sit on the edge of
Marie started to respond, but felt an overwhelming need to close her eyes
instead. She breathed slowly, and opening her eyes, tried to keep her
balance. She failed. Starting to fall off the chair, she was surprised
when Erik grabbed her and pulled her up. One bare hand took hers as he
pushed her upright. A dizzy, buzzing feeling in her brain, her control
Erik went rigid as the pull started. It was slow, but Marie could feel
Erik flood into her mind, even as she saw Raven pull him from her. It was
odd, seeing herself glaring at her, hearing her voice yell for Vic, even as
she watched her reflection revert back to blue skin and yellow eyes.
Marie turned her concentration inward, trying to calm the Erik now in her
head. She felt his sense of desperation and his resolve to take care of
his problem. She knew, in that moment, what he was planning for her and Logan.
Raven was yelling at Vic to take the girl back to her room, but to cover
her first. The shape shifter glared at the little bitch, settling Erik
back into his chair behind the desk. To her relief, Erik was breathing
normally again, waving her away.
"Don't worry, my dear," Erik said to Marie, slowly, deliberately. "It won't
hurt that much."
Marie stared at him, not paying attention to Raven; or to Vic, who had just
lumbered back into the room. "You're going to kill me, aren't you." It
wasn't a question, only a statement of bare fact.
"Yes." Erik replied calmly, without hesitation.
Marie could only nod dully as Vic covered her in a sheet and picked her up,
his shoulder slamming into her chest as he lifted her into a brutal
She could hear Erik speaking as Vic headed out the door. "Take her to back
to the room and get her into her costume, Mystique."
The trip back down the hall was uncomfortable and being thrown back down
onto the bed wasn't much better than it had been the first time. The sheet
was removed and she watched as Raven walked in with an arm full of white
and pastel fabrics. The naked blue skinned woman pulled on a pair of latex
gloves as she approached the bed. She roughly pulled off Marie's shirt and
jeans; leaving her naked, Logan's tags twisting around her neck. Marie
shivered in revulsion as her eyes met Vic's just before a white silk
negligée was pulled over her head by the cruel latex covered blue
hands. The cruel hands pulled her off the bed and pulled the white fabric
down from where it bunched around her hips. Raven then pushed her into the
chair by the bed where she sat, the drug making her body heavy and
complacent, her mind occupied with fighting the little of Erik's that had
"Watch her." Raven snapped to Vic as she left the room.
Vic moved over to sit on the bed, staring at her. She was expecting it,
but she still shuddered in revulsion when he moved nearer, his foul stench
surrounding her. His dark eyes stared into hers as he drew one heavily
nailed finger over her silk covered breasts. The nail moved into her hair,
running down the side of her face, almost cutting her skin. "Scream for
me," he growled menacingly.
"Vic, knock it off." Raven said, returning to the room holding a long
blonde wig. She pinned Marie's hair up and pulled the wig on, combing it
Vic sat on the bed, watching this. He growled low as Raven left Marie, and
extending one long arm, pulled Raven into his arms. "Wanna fuck her."
Raven sighed. "You can't have her. But," she stopped, and once again
becoming a facsimile of Marie. "You can fuck me," she said in Marie's
voice. Pulling out of his arms she went over to the pile of silks she had
brought in earlier. Picking out a light pink one, she pulled it over her
head. Holding her hands to her breasts she wrung her hands. "Oh, please,
mean sir, don't hurt me," Raven-Marie simpered.
Marie stared at them in disbelief, her eyes growing wider as Vic strode
over to Raven-Marie and picked her up, throwing her roughly on the
bed. Apparently Vic didn't believe in foreplay, because he simply ripped
open the negligée, then undid the zipper of his pants. His back was to
Marie, but she got the idea quickly when he thrust forward and Raven-Marie
Marie closed her eyes, wishing she could close her ears too as they rutted,
screaming and grunting. Marie tried desperately to ignore Raven-Marie
encouraging Vic to go 'harder, deeper, fuck me, you bastard', while Vic
stuck to grunting and the words 'fuck and bitch'. She cringed, the memory
of making love to Logan in that same bed just hours before making the
nightmare before her even more obscene. The headboard of the bed was
slamming against the wall in a crazed rhythm, and Marie just kept praying
for it to end. It seemed like hours, days, simply forever, but finally
they were done, a final cursing scream coming from them both.
Hearing them move, Marie opened her eyes, regretting it immediately when
she saw Raven-Marie's bloody neck, deep teeth marks visible on the pale
skin. The negligée was torn and bloody. Vic was zipping up his pants,
his own blood flowing from nail marks on his neck.
Logan was right. These people were sick.
Marie closed her eyes again and shook as Sabretooth's hot, fetid breath
flowed over her face, the nail tracing her eyebrows and lips. "Too bad,
frail. You're tasty," he snarled. She could hear him leave the room, the
door slamming closed. She opened her eyes. Raven-Marie was still sitting
on the bed in the torn negligée, cuts and bruises on all the visible skin,
staring at her with a satisfied gleam in the unreal brown eyes. Marie
shuddered and Raven-Marie smiled, transforming back into her natural state,
the cuts healing up as she did so.
Pulling the tattered negligée over her head, she grabbed a new white one, a
twin to the one Marie was wearing and put it on. Pulling the gloves back
on, she shifted again, back into Marie; but her hair was blonde, just like
the wig Marie wore. A chain with a replica of Logan's tags grew around her
neck. Leaning down she whispered, "Be a good little girl. I'm going to
fuck your boyfriend now. Then he can kill you." Laughing, Raven-Marie
left the room, the door locking loudly behind her.
A single, angry tear rolled down Marie's cheek as the drugs kicked into
full effect, stealing her ability to think.
Mortimer Toynebee was pissed off. Nothing was going right today. His star
was stoned. Even Christy's sterling efforts had proven only
semi-successful; Wolverine couldn't keep an erection for more than a few
minutes. He had finally regained consciousness about an hour ago, and they
had been shooting for the last fifteen minutes. The drugs were supposed to
keep him docile, but Mortimer had the feeling they had only served to piss
him off. Now if he had been in Christy's mouth, he would have been
shooting for the stars. He should have never trusted the telepath to
administer the drug; he should have insisted that he or Raven do it. He
just knew that Christy had given him too much. They were finally ready to
shoot the major scenes, the sex and the snuff.
Looking over his shoulder, Mortimer could see that Raven had
arrived. Wolverine's eyes grew huge at the sight of Raven, looking young,
pretty, and blonde. There was, Toad thought, something utterly creepy
about Mystique looking sweet and innocent. Apparently, Wolverine thought
so too. His star stopped for a moment, then seemed to collect
himself. Rushing to make the scene, Mortimer had Logan, as the 'the
deliveryguy', ring the bell. Raven answered, striking a seductive pose in
the doorway, her white silk negligée shimmering under the lights. If
pressed, Mortimer would have admitted, there wasn't much dialogue or plot
to this wonder. It was pretty much a wash, artistically speaking.
Logan had been stunned to see Raven, or more precisely, whom Raven was
looking like. He should have known that they would be capable of this. He
could tell by scent that it was Raven, not Marie, and she was covered in
the stench of Vic. He closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to sell
himself the fantasy, that it was Marie, not Raven. If he could do this,
they might have a chance.
Toad continued filming as Wolverine picked up and carried Mystique, as
directed, to the 'bedroom' part of the set. Wolverine threw her down on
the bed and tore off the silk gown. Raven reached up and pulled off the
shirt of his uniform, baring all those wonderful muscles to the
camera. Mortimer pushed the camera in for a close up when Raven roughly
pushed Wolverine's pants off; thank god, his star was hard.
Pushing his revulsion aside, Wolverine thrust into Raven, growling at her
when she started to talk dirty to him in Marie's sweet drawl. He closed
his eyes and thought of back in his camper, hoping the memory would work
its magic. Next, he began to plan his revenge, the thought making him
smile tightly. Once he got Marie back to the mansion, he would come back
and gut them all. He liked the idea. Vic first, then Erik, Raven, and
Toady last. He'd hang the little frog by his tongue. He continued
thrusting, and looking up, saw Toad standing next to the camera, making
what seemed to be machine gun motions. He pulled out of Raven and
ejaculated over her breasts, in traditional bad porn style. Toad really
had no vision at all.
Falling on top of her, he laughed soundlessly, feeling slimy in more ways
than one. Maybe he could at least crush Raven a little bit. He pressed
down on her, as hard as he could, keeping up the pressure even after he
heard Toady yell, "Cut!" Wolverine smiled down at Raven as she struggled;
a second later he growled as he was pulled off her and thrown across the
room as Vic came to her rescue.
Toad followed his own lines in this production within a production to the
letter. "Wolverine, you just stay here. Raven, go get cleaned up. We'll
shoot the gazebo scene as soon as you're ready." He relaxed as Wolverine
pulled the pants and shirt back on and settled into a chair, his back to
the gazebo set. Erik sat down next to him, trying to goad him into a
conversation, but Wolverine ignored him. Raven wandered out the door,
heading down to get the 'stunt double'. Looking up, Mortimer saw Christy
standing in the window that led to the editing room. She nodded down to
him, giving him a thumb's up.
She was in Wolverine's head. Mortimer hoped the plan would work, that the
drugs had broken Wolverine's defenses enough for Christy to control long
enough for him to get good shots of the snuff. Keeping careful watch, Toad
saw Raven return, in the form of Wolverine, leading the drugged girl into
the room. He turned back to check Wolverine's reaction. There was none;
his star's back remained to the pair, unconcerned. Good, he hadn't scented
or sensed her. Toad felt his mood lighten. This might just work.
Raven-Wolverine led Marie to the white latticed gazebo that sat in front of
a giant blue screen. Taking her hand, 'he' brought her over to the side of
the gazebo that faced away from the rest of the room.
"Now, baby, do you remember what I told you?"
"Hmmm?" Marie looked around the room, still feeling foggy. She knew there
was something she needed to ask Logan, but she just couldn't remember what
"That's right," 'he' said. "Just stay here, don't turn around. And when I
come to you again, I want you to just stand still, okay, baby?"
"Mmmmhmmmm," Marie said, swaying slightly.
"Good Girl." Leaving Marie in the gazebo, Raven left the room, nodding to
Toad on her way out.
Toad waited until she was clear of the room, then turned to his
star. "Wolverine, it's time for the final scene "
Christy and Victor were up in the editing room that looked down into the
ballroom. Erik didn't want them downstairs while the filming was going
on. Victor, because he might distract Logan, Christy because Erik didn't
want her distracted. They were watching a live feed from the studio on a
Vic watched as Toady brought Wolverine to stand behind his little
piece. The knowledge that they would both die had excitement coursing
through him, pooling in his loins. He would have to fuck Raven again after
they were done getting rid of the bodies. The little girl looked tasty,
even if it was only Raven. He could stop breathing through his nose and
pretend again. His claws made such nice furrows in that creamy white
flesh. Vic turned to his right and watched Christy, swaying a bit in her
chair, her face sweaty. He didn't like telepaths on instinct, and even
this one wasn't changing his mind. He hoped Erik would let him get rid of
her when this was done.
Turning up the mic feeds from the studio he watched as Wolverine wrapped
his arms around the frail, protected from her skin by the white gown.
Christy was working hard, and Victor was sitting next to her stroking
himself through his pants wasn't making concentrating any easier. From the
camera down below she could see Wolverine, his arms around the woman she
was making sure he thought was Raven.
He was saying the lines. "You think you can just play with me? I'll show
you!" With that, the claws came out.
Christy concentrated intently; she couldn't let him figure out he was about
to slice up his actual lover. Just a few more minutes and this would be
over, and she would get her job and her money
Victor smiled evilly, moving his huge head closer to the little
screen. Finally. The good part. His attention was captivated by the
promise of bloodshed. But Logan was just standing there. Vic could see
his back was arched and the claws were out. What the fuck was the runt
Logan's arms were around Raven, and she was swaying gently, moving back and
forth slowly. Which was strange. He tried to think out why she would be
acting like this; she should by all rights be fighting with him. It
suddenly occurred to him that he didn't need to wonder about any of this,
and deciding it was time to get this over with, he extended the claws.
Marie was tired and still feeling a bit woozy. Closing her eyes, she
looked inward and tried to call on the last remaining control over Logan's
healing powers. Gaining a boost of energy, she took hold of that inner
Loganness and started to focus, trying to neutralize the drug in her
system. She was amused by the thought of his reaction if she told him he
was good for prolonged sex and hangover relief.
Her mind started to clear just as she realized Logan was behind her; a
flash of light reflecting off his claws. She felt the Erik presence in her
mind start to twinge, the survival instinct of all three personalities
starting to kick in.
Erik was standing in front of Wolverine and Rogue, just to the right of
Mortimer and the camera, waiting for the climax. Erik made sure that he
could take over control of the adamantium claws, he didn't want to lose the
scene just because Wolverine noticed he was about to stab his
girlfriend. He trusted Christy not to screw up, but he didn't trust her
enough to not have a backup plan. He sighed in relief when the claws shot
out, and Wolverine's back arched, and his arms raised, ready to slice down,
to start the snuff. Maybe he wouldn't have to step in after all.
Then everything went to hell.
A section of the ballroom wall exploded inward, a thin red beam of light
cutting through anything in its path, the beam going straight through the
room and cutting through the opposite wall, showing no sign of
stopping. Erik was in shock as he looked dumbly at the ruination of his
Christy shrieked when the blast echoed through the ballroom and up into the
editing room where she and Vic were sitting. She felt her control over
Logan's mind slip. Then she felt another, more powerful mind take hers and
*twist *. Screaming again, she fainted, blood pouring from her nose.
Logan barely managed to stop his arms from completing the downward arc. He
felt that questioning instinct return to his head, what's more, he could
smell that the woman in front of him was Marie, not Raven.
Staring at Erik he growled, feral and deep, hatred flowing into his veins,
countermanding all drugs and controls. He was going to kill them all.
Marie turned in his arms and looked at him, claws out, arms outstretched.
She must have sensed something, even through her fog. Looking more closely
he saw her eyes were clear, even as she trembled slightly.
"It's me, darlin'."
"Oh." She looked at him carefully, then looked at the claws. "Hmm." She
drew herself up with remarkable dignity and placing her hands on her hips,
leaned into him. "What's the safe word?"
"Poodles, baby, it's all you and your poodles."
Her face lit up. "Logan, it is you!"
His grin was cut short as his arms started to move, the blades starting to
move toward Marie again.
Erik ordered Mortimer to keep filming, and watching Wolverine and the girl,
summoned his control over the metal in Wolverine's body, specifically his
arms. He would get the shot and finish the movie. He resigned himself to
the fact it would just have to be a bit cruder than he had originally planned.
He put more energy into controlling the adamantium claws, watching in
amusement as Wolverine tried to fight back. Forcing the adamantium coated
arms outward again he started to bring them down, toward the girl, who was
wedged between Wolverine and the railing of the gazebo.
Just as he began to force the arms down to finish snuffing the girl, they
stopped. Erik frowned, his control faltering. What the hell was going on
Logan looked down at Marie, then behind her to see Magneto looking pissed
off. Looking back down at her, it clicked.
"He touched you, didn't he?"
"Yes," Marie gasped, trying to fight Erik's control of the claw wielding arms.
Logan grimaced at the pain as his adamantium-enhanced bones were caught in
a life or death tug of war; it hurt like all hell. Logan snarled in Erik's
direction; Marie wouldn't be able to keep this up.
"Touch me again, darlin'," he whispered.
She looked up at him, and her control over Erik's power slipped
slightly. Logan's arms fell slightly, the blades moving closer to her
neck. She knew he was right, she had to have something to fight
with. They both sighed as her bare hand lightly touched his face.
Logan felt the pull start, the warm water feeling. He stumbled backwards,
weakening, the claws attempting to withdraw. When the claws wouldn't
retract he cursed in frustration. Erik still had control.
Erik was tired of these games. He started to assert control over
Wolverine's whole skeleton, forcing him back toward the girl.
"Not *now *, Mortimer!"
"I don't think they're going to wait, Erik."
Looking up, Erik saw a red-headed woman staring at him through the editing
room window. He watched in surprise as she moved back and a man in a
black leather uniform, entangled with Victor, hurdled through the
window. Glass flew everywhere as the two men crashed onto the ballroom
Erik felt a thrill of retribution as Christy appeared behind the woman, but
it was quickly routed when the redhead turned and delivered a roundhouse
swing to Christy's jaw. A noise behind him drew his attention, as a large
blue man in the same type of uniform crashed through the blue screen,
leaving a huge hole.
"Mortimer, deal with him!" Erik bellowed, not paying attention to Toad's
incredulous look. The little man obeyed though; his long, prehensile
tongue shooting out to wrap around the blue man's throat.
Enough of these distractions, Erik decided, watching the uniformed man blow
Victor across the room with a beam of red light. Turning back to
Wolverine, whom he had kept motionless, Erik started him on a forced march,
making him walk the few steps toward the girl.
The room was a cacophony of light and noise.
Hank McCoy was pulling on Toad's tongue, finally getting it unwrapped from
around his neck. He pulled Toad by the tongue, wrapping him like a roped
calf, throwing him into a wall, dropping him for the count. Ororo Xavier
was out in the hall with Raven, engaging in some pretty basic
fisticuffs. The weather goddess stood back and summoned a strong wind,
blowing Raven into a wall. Scott Summers managed one last beam with his
visor before Victor knocked him out with a small table. Charles had just
wheeled into the room when Erik spotted him.
Seeing his hated business rival, Erik diverted his power, releasing
Wolverine to send a large wheel mounted camera flying in Xavier's
direction. It stopped less than a foot from Xavier's head, wavering as the
forces of telekinesis fought with the power of magnetism.
Free of Erik's control, Logan saw Vic approaching them. Leaving the claws
extended, he jumped off the gazebo onto the larger man. He slammed into
Vic at full speed, the claws striking deep in the huge man's chest. They
flew across the room, claws and muscles straining at each other.
Marie watched as Erik continued to move the camera closer to
Charlie. Drawing on her control over her inner Erik's powers, she brought
the camera he was standing next to down on top of him, knowing he was
unconscious when the camera hovering in front of Charlie fell to the ground
with a crash. Spinning to look at another crashing noise, Marie saw Raven
slam into Ororo, sending her flying. Summoning the last of Erik's
abilities, she lifted the camera he had been trying to kill Charlie with,
using it as a battering ram against Raven. She exchanged a relieved look
with 'Ro when the blue skinned woman did not get up again.
Turning, Marie saw Logan slash at Vic with his claws; the cuts not fazing
the enraged Sabretooth as he pushed Logan backward through the room. Logan
smiled as a blow hit all the way home, his knuckles brushing against Vic's
gut. She winced as the taller man hit Logan again and again; Logan not
being able to move away, his claws stuck in Vic's chest. Marie breathed
again as Vic went flying through the walls of the living room set, a red
beam of light propelling him backward, away from Logan. The table he had
hit Scott with stopped Vic's fall, impaling him though the shoulder and the
abdomen. She winced at the sight, but could feel no sympathy as the big
man writhed in pain.
Giving in to the urge to sit down, she did, falling heavily to the floor of
the gazebo. She looked up as Logan's strong legs, still wrapped in the
brown of his costume, walked up to her.
"Don't touch me!" Marie cried.
"It'll be okay, darlin'."
"I don't have control right now," she said, shifting away from him,
"It'll be okay, darlin'." She didn't look up, didn't see 'Ro toss Logan a
pair of gloves.
Closing her eyes, Marie leaned against the white lattice of the gazebo,
slowly giving into the exhaustion calling her.
"Gonna pick you up, okay, Marie? Don't worry."
And he did.
And she didn't.
Logan held Marie in his arms and looked around the room. Vic was barely
breathing; which was too much breathing for him in Logan's book. Scott
staggered over to where Logan stood, looking like he had gone twelve rounds
with something nasty. Staring at the gore covered Vic he had to agree;
yeah, that was nasty.
"She okay?" Scott asked, nursing a bruise on the side of his cheek, just
below the visor.
"Yeah, they drugged her, made her lose her control, and tried to kill her,
but she should be okay," Logan bit out tightly.
"I believe it would be an intelligent, and precipitate action if we were to
leave this place immediately," Hank said, holding his hand over a cut that
had made it through his fur.
They could hear sirens in the distance, obviously heading toward the
house. Logan pointed to the cameras and Jean nodded, taking the tapes from
them; Ororo joined them holding a bag with more tapes. As one they started
toward the hole in the wall. Once outside the building Logan saw the
Blackbird in the distance, a few minutes walk away. Halfway to the jet,
Charlie stopped and touched his forehead, the rest stopping to look at him
"The lead investigator will know where to look to find enough evidence
against them all," he said calmly, starting again toward the jet.
Inside the Blackbird, Logan fell into a seat; Marie still held tightly in
his arms. Scott and 'Ro got into the pilots seats and started to warm up
the engines. They were in the air quickly. Logan relaxed against the
leather seat, absently rubbing his cheek against Marie's hair. Frowning,
he pulled off the blonde wig. A white streak marred the dark
waves. Logan ran his gloved fingers through the bright strands. He
looked up to see Jean's brown eyes, her concern obvious, as she reached
down to take Marie's pulse.
"Why?" He asked her, holding up some of the strands.
Finished taking Marie's pulse, Jean leaned back, removing the latex
gloves. "Shock, most likely." Assured that Rogue would be okay once the
exhaustion and drugs wore off, and accepting Logan's refusal of medical
attention, Jean went to help Hank bandage his arm.
Logan continued to touch Marie gently, whispering in a hair-covered ear
that she was safe, that he would take care of her, that he was sorry. He
was rewarded in a few minutes by a brown eye opening, looking up at him.
"Hey, darlin'. How you feeling?"
"Yeah, you just rest, okay?"
The eye closed, then opened again. "Okay," she said, snuggling into his
"How did you find us?" Logan directed the question to Charlie who had
unlocked his wheelchair from the safety harness to wheel over to where he
sat with Marie.
"When Rogue called the house, and the phone went dead, Jean started to
worry. When we tried to call back there was no answer. We called the
phone company, they could not locate the signal either. So we put in a
call to GPS about Rogue's car. The last place they had the signal was just
on the Alberta - Saskatchewan border." His eyes became guarded. "We flew
out and found the remains of your cars. Luckily, it must have stopped
snowing soon after you were taken; the tracks around the wrecks were easily
identified. Victor Creed is a rather distinctive fellow." He raised an
eyebrow at them. "I must say, we were surprised to find the two of you
traveling together. The next step was tracing " He stopped as Marie lifted
her head from Logan's shoulder to stare at him.
"*Cars*? You found the remains of the *cars*?" Marie croaked, turning
shocked eyes on Xavier.
"Yes. Wolverine's truck had been destroyed in an explosion. It was the
fire that, unfortunately, had left your car in much the same condition, I'm
afraid to say, Rogue."
"The * fire *?" Marie echoed weakly as Logan stroked one silk clad arm gently.
Hank picked up the story, looking at them over Jean's shoulder as she put a
bandage on his furry blue arm. "Yes, it looked like someone had poured
gasoline over the interior of your vehicle and set it ablaze."
Marie whimpered and Logan pulled her closer. "Those sons of bitches
torched Sven?" she muttered angrily, fury bathing her cheeks in red.
Logan grinned over her head at Jean, who returned his relieved
smile. Anger was a good sign; Rogue would be bouncing back. Really
looking at Jean for the first time, it finally penetrated that she was
dressed in black leather. Logan looked around the plane. Hank, Jean,
Scott, 'Ro, even Xavier they were all wearing black leather. He tried to
place which oh yes, the costumes that had been rejected as not revealing
or tight enough for 'Raw Hide Lust'.
He snorted. "I can't believe you guys went outside in those things," Logan
said, earning a glare from everyone but Marie, who looked at him in confusion.
"What, you would have preferred the yellow spandex from 'The Captain Hardon
and Orgasma Chronicles'?" Scott inquired wryly.
Logan snickered and pressed Marie's head back to his shoulder when she
lifted it to take a look around the plane. He relaxed into the plush
leather; for the first time since before that night at bar in Laughlin
City, he felt safe.
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