Fic: "Linger" L/R Rated PG
- This is my first post. Hopefully this goes thru alright. :)
Author's Notes: Takes place in the movie-world of X-Men. I've never
read the comics. And this is my first real X-Men story.
Author's Notes #2: I'm hoping to turn this into a series, but I'm
lazy, so it'll probably take a while. If ever. :op
Codes: Logan POV, L/R-esque.
Feedback: Yes, please! Lots of it!
Disclaimer: *ahem* They are mine. NO, WAIT...they're not.
Logan walked up the front steps without thinking. Hell, the entire
trip he had tried not to think. Coming back was a difficult thing to
do. It meant he had failed in finding what he was looking for. It
meant that this place meant something to him.
He sighed as he approached the door. He wasn't quite sure why he felt
so uncomfortable being back. Perhaps it was because he wasn't happy
with the way he left. It had been too quick. For someone who had been
around as long as he probably had, it sure seemed like he didn't have
He walked right through the doors, as was expected of him. Professer
Xavier most certainly knew of his presence already, so Logan figured
there was no real need to knock.
The place was basically as he remembered it. Clean, shiny, and
antique. He turned quickly when he felt he wasn't alone.
"Welcome back, Logan," greeted Xavier. He was as Logan remembered
him. Also clean, shiny, and antique.
"Hey Wheels," he nodded non-chalantly, "How's the place been holding
up without me?"
Xavier smiled, "How was your trip?" Logan snorted. He knew the
professer knew exactly how his trip had been.
"Fine, fine," he answered anyways. "Found nothing, of course, but the
weather was nice." Logan found himself craning his neck around the
corners of the entryway. He was a little perturbed that the others
weren't arriving to greet him.
"Everyone else is in school right now, Logan," said Xavier, reading
his mind. "They'll be down to see you when classes let out." The
professer wheeled by him and entered an adjacent room. "Are you
hungry?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess." He resigned himself to being alone with the
professer for the next little while.
"Join me for afternoon tea, then."
Logan halted briefly and winced, before continuing on behind Xavier.
He fidgeted for what felt like hours in that seat. Most likely it was
only about 20 minutes or so, but that was damn long enough for him.
"Is there someone in particular you are here for, Logan?"
Logan jerked his eyes up to meet Xavier's. The general conversation
took a wayward turn once the professer sensed his companion's desire
to get out of the room they occupied and out into the complex. The
telepath knew Logan came back for a reason.
Xavier titled his head, waiting for a response. Logan shifted
nervously. "I'm here because I have nowhere else to go," he said, not
a trace of regret or sadness in his voice. He was being blunt and
The professer smiled. "Well, you'll always have a home here," he
The gruff mutant nodded, distracted by the new noises coming from the
other side of the wall.
Xavier sighed. "Classes have let out. Everyone should be in soon."
As if in reply, the doors to the room slammed open and a small number
of people shuffled in. Logan stood and smiled as he saw Jean Grey.
"Jeannie," he said, stepping towards her.
Logan was now noticed by the entire group. "Logan, how are you?" Jean
embraced a grinning Wolverine as the others stood slightly back.
"Good, good," he answered before leaving the redhead's grasp and
nodding at the room's other occupants. "Scooter, Storm..." he
Scott Summers merely sniffed his reply, but Ororo Munroe gave Logan a
peck on the cheek. He couldn't help but feel somewhat happy to be
back in the mansion. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying this.
"So," Logan continued after the pleasantries, "Where's Rogue?"
"She's around," replied Jean, "Do you want me to find her?"
"No, no," he answered quickly, "I'll find her later."
Jean nodded and took her friend's hand. "Let me show you around,
Logan. We've made some improvements since you've been gone."
Logan took her hand and sneered at Scott as they walked by. Jean
looked back at her fiance and winked before she was out the door.
Scott huffed and turned to the Professer. "Why's he back?" he asked,
Xavier mulled the query for several seconds before replying a general
and inconsequential, "I don't know."
Jean took him through the building and about an hour later they ended
up in the garden outside. It was a beautiful day and most of the
children were outside playing on the courts or in the grass. She and
Logan sat down on a bench on the far side of the field.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Jean commented on
Logan's darting eyes. "You're anxious to see her, aren't you?" she
"Who?" he answered without missing a beat.
"Rogue," she replied. Her answer inclined him to turn his face to
hers. "She'll be very happy to see you."
He snorted. "Maybe."
"You're wondering if she'll be angry with you for the way you left,"
Logan shot her a glare. "I'll thank you not to read my mind," he said
with a small growl.
Jean smiled and blinked. "I didn't read your mind, Logan. Your
demeanor is pretty obvious."
He sighed and blinked slowly. Before he could respond, though, a
figure came running up to them.
The accent was unmistakable. He smiled despite himself and stood to
"Hey kid," he said just as she gave him an exuberant hug.
She released him and hit him playfully on the arm. "Don't 'kid' me,
Logan. I'm a grown-up now," she winked. "How are you? When did you
Logan grinned, "Just now. I've been looking for you."
"Well, ya found me, sugar!"
"Whadd'you say we go for a ride, Marie? We could get caught up," he
trailed off, not entirely sure what her answer would be.
She smiled, "I would love to."
He offered Marie his arm and turned back to the bench to say
something to Jean, but she had already left. He furrowed his brow
slightly, wondering why he didn't notice her disappearance.
Logan turned back when he noticed Marie had begun to talk. He
couldn't help but notice her beauty. She had certainly changed in the
years he'd been gone.
The drive in the car was quiet, except for the occasional comment
from Rogue. He knew she could sense his hesitation. He didn't want it
that way; he wanted to talk with her. But he just couldn't seem to
find a way through his thoughts.
They were passing a lake when Logan decided to stop the vehicle. He
pulled into a small parking lot and turned off the engine, and stared
at the steering wheel in front of him.
Rogue waited a few moments before speaking. "Are you alright, Logan?"
she asked, concerned. She realized that there was definitely
something on his mind.
Logan laughed quietly and turned to look at her. Her dark brown eyes
were pools of worry, and he wondered what he had really done to
deserve that kind of caring.
"I'm sorry, Marie," he began, without really knowing where he was
Her brow furrowed. "Sorry for what?" She waited patiently as her
companion blinked nervously. Understanding that he wasn't sure how to
respond, Rogue smiled and placed her gloved hand on his arm. "Logan,
what on Earth could you possibly have to be sorry about?" she asked
Looking only at her hand, Logan replied in a hushed whisper, "For
leaving you. Badly." He looked into her confused stare. "I left too
quickly. I didn't stay for you, and I'm sorry."
Rogue's smile, momentarily faded, came back to her face. "Logan, what
you did for me was something no one else would have done. I'm very
thankful for that. But sugar," she said, smirking, "we barely knew
each other. We share a bond, but hon, we still barely know each
other. You have no reason to be sorry." She squeezed his arm lightly
in an attempt to make him more comfortable.
Logan sighed and gave his friend a lop-sided grin. "I'm sorry,
darlin'," he said, "I guess I'm overthinking things."
Rogue smiled brightly. "That's okay. I'm just happy to have you
back." She looked at him with wide, sparkling eyes, and Logan
wondered just how he lasted so long without seeing that face.
And then those thoughts came to him again. Guilt. Resentment. He had
no right thinking of Marie as anything other than a friend. He smiled
to himself and realized that that was okay with him. As long as she
was there, in any way, shape, or form, he would be happy. Those
months alone made him realize that.
"Whaddya say we head back?" he asked after a moment's thought.
Rogue smiled, "Sure, hon."
With one last look at his companion, Logan started the car and headed