Fic and Intro: Getting the Girl
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erespectively! This is me, supergirl, delurking for a
bit. Had this hanging around and figured why not post
it? It's been looked over but not exactly betaed and
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Getting the Girl
Disclaimers: Don't own nobody in this story and I mean
nobody, not making any money, just excercising my need
for control and playing with them. I won't hurt
It was enough to fuel the rumor mill for
the next month. It was enough to create a rather
large betting pool among the male students, which if
the other teachers dipped into it was only to be in on
the loop and make sure someone was keeping an eye out,
at least that's what they said. It was big enough for
Bobby to stop his pranks because he was too busy
watching. It was big enough to cause Jubilee to sit
and pause in awesome speculation for 2 hours every
night for 2 weeks. It was Logan�s return.
Jean would have been lying if she said her
pulse hadn�t started to go a little faster and her
stomach hadn�t started to get all flurrified when she
heard the rumor from Storm. But, oh, she nodded
nonchalantly and carefully kept her eyes lowered and
hoped her cheeks weren�t visibly flushing. She had
answered, �That�ll be nice.� And Jean had gone about
her regular routine, except she might have floated
through the hallway a good many times more than
necessary, and she might have glanced out of the
window a few times more than usual. For her to be the
first one to meet Logan would have perhaps given the
students heart attacks of speculation. Instead it was
Scott, which was nearly as exciting.
It was the dead of winter on the eve of
the Great Ski Weekend and Logan didn�t bother
knocking. He blustered into the front hallway letting
in icy tendrils of wind and whirls of dead leaves
while Scott and Bobby were moving a couch. Logan
leered at Scott who dropped the couch and glared back.
Bobby hadn�t quite known what to do and began
twisting his hands. He then turned to slip out
mumbling something about hearing the Professor but
Scott stopped him �We haven�t finished moving the
couch Bobby, stay here.� However Scott didn�t make a
move to pick back up the couch.
�Hello Bobby,� came the gruff voice from
�Hello Sir,� answered Bobby automatically,
his voice breaking in fear. He had technically been
the one to make Rogue run away so long ago and he was
pretty sure that Wolverine was still holding a pretty
hard grudge about it. Why else would he remember his
name unless he had been making arrangements to explain
his sudden disappearance?
�Don�t call me Sir, Bobby.�
�Yes Sir.� Neither Logan nor Scott had
taken their eyes off of each other. In fact it was a
rather tense moment until Storm happened to come
around the corner leading a group of chattering
�LOGAN!� The first was a politely
delighted acknowledgement. The second was an almighty
you�re-not-dead shriek of joy. Bobby wasn�t sure
whether to feel relieved or jealous when Rogue went
vaulting over the couch and into Logan�s burly arms.
What, was his mutant power attracting females? Life
just wasn�t fair. �I missed you!�
�Yeah? I missed you too, kid. Wanted to
make sure the geeks have been treating you right.�
Scott watched closely, perhaps not as closely as
Bobby, the look of pure protecting affection that the
darks eyes fondly cast on the dark haired girl.
She frowned. �Does that mean you�re
He shrugged carefully. �We�ll see, kid.
I suppose it�s up to Chuckie.� He purposefully
avoided mentioning anything about Scott�s authority or
consideration. But then he hadn�t mentioned anything
about Storm or Jean either. Then again, Scott was the
official leader and there was just too much smugness
behind the comment to have been totally innocent. All
eyes shifted towards Scott, as he hadn�t spoken a word
to Logan yet. He opened his mouth and suddenly
noticed the number of teenagers staring him wide-eyed.
Someone had to have the clean-cut role-model type
reputation and it would be ruined if he swore now.
�Where�s my bike Logan?� he hissed.
�Oh. Outside.� The way he�d shuffled and
became suddenly entranced with the walls made Scott
twitch and Storm raise an eyebrow. Whatever it was,
it was bad. The couch now forgotten, Scott rushed
outside followed by a half a dozen teenagers. Logan
grabbed one edge of the couch and told Rogue to get
�Why?� she asked pushing back her white
streak behind one almost pointed ear.
�There�s a reason I took a cab back.
Least I could do is move a couch.� Of course he was
moving it the wrong way, but it was the thought that
True to form there was a cab outside and a
taxi driver demanding money. And then lashed hastily
to the back of the cab was Scott�s bike. Well, what
remained of it anyway. One tire was missing and the
handlebars both pointed straight up, and the frame was
twisted to make a neat bow. Scott began to turn a
rather alarming shade of purple.
�All right, this is it!� crowed St. John
rubbing his hands together. �This is the part where
he swears his lips off!�
�And he would be fully justified,�
answered Jubilee still staring in awful homage at the
skeleton that used to be a bike.
�10 says he won�t do it,� breezed Kitty
wrapping her arms around herself. She�d seen him
checking out the students in the hallway before he�d
said anything. Scott hadn�t even breathed.
�You�re on,� murmured Bobby.
Scott finally opened his mouth and after
several moments of nothing coming out proceeded to
turn and shriek at the top of his mind and lungs,
�Funny, � said St. John rubbing his head
thoughtfully. �I didn�t think your girlfriend�s name
qualified as a cuss word.�
�It doesn�t.� replied Kitty turning to the
stupefied mutant beside her. �You owe me 10 bucks.�
Jean came racing up the stairs from the
basement. She�d gone down there after spending 2
hours telling herself she would not watch for Logan
from the living room. There were a few choice
diseases the Professor had wanted her to check on and
it would be something else to focus her mind on if she
could drag it away from the image of a certain huge
and hairy cage fighter with a smile to melt ice.
Scott�s mental shout had made her veins run with ice,
and a little guilt, at the horror and utter despair
coursing through it. She kicked through the hallway
door and ran over a small blue hued boy in her haste.
Someone had to be dead or dying. Or Jubilee had
brought home one of her friends. Or Magneto was
standing in the doorway and Scott had a severed limb.
Or the mansion was caving in or the Professor had
collapsed. Or one of the younger girls had gotten her
period in the TV room that should have been scotch
�guarded years ago.
She streaked around a corner and was
knocked flat on her butt. She pushed herself up and
would have started running again except that she had
been knocked on her butt by the same person who had
been previously occupying her hormones and he was
holding her by her arms. �I figured you would be
excited to see me Red, but don�t you go breaking
anything just on my account.� He smiled that pirate
half smile at her while she glared at him not knowing
whether to hit him or to giggle�except she was too old
to giggle. �I guess you�re the reason that I heard
Scott howling down here?�
�You and half of New York.� The man
winced. �I brought his bike back in less than mint
condition, but he can fix it. It�ll give him a new
�Scott�s plenty busy thanks. And how was
our soul searching trip to the boonies?� Jean leaned
back and crossed her arms drawing Logan�s attention
downward for a brief moment. She made a sound in her
throat and his eyes snapped back up. They were warm
and gazed fondly into hers communicating that he
really had missed her and their little interchanges
whether something came of them or not. It would have
been better if he hadn�t looked at her, if she had
only had to deal with his physical attraction. This
was something different, a need in him that called out
to her. She was a doctor because she wanted to take
care of hurt things, and having the big bad Wolverine
give her puppy eyes was very unnerving.
She uncrossed her arms and looked at him
pensively. �It was cold Jean. Real cold. Found a
lot of nothing but more questions. Wished you could
have been there to talk to.� He looked away shadows
playing across his face. Almost of her own volition
her hand went up in sympathy. It was meant to land on
his shoulder but he moved back and it slipped lower
down his chest, over his heart.
�Logan�I�m sorry.� She mumbled. He looked
up at her, and then he held her hard, trying to forget
all the mind numbing loneliness. He�d even wished
dickhead was there sometimes, as long as he got away
from that un-answering unforgivable silence. She
couldn�t breathe, couldn�t move, and worse she wasn�t
sure if she wanted to.
�Ulp.� There was a squeak from the
hallway and Jean turned praying it was just a teenager
she had heard. She turned calmly trying to act as if
she had just hugged a banged up scared kid rather than
the legendary rival for her affections. It had been a
teenager who had squeaked�one in a gang of 6 or 7
including a way too nonchalant Rogue, led by Scott
with a surprised and somewhat hurt frown.
�Scott...� she managed to choke out
disentangling herself from a leering Wolverine. Jerk.
He was loving every minute of it.
�Mr. Summers, someone needs to pay the
taxi driver outside� hey Mr. Summers are you ok?
You�re turning green!� It was Jubilee who had just
come back from chatting up the very young and cute
taxi driver and hadn�t seen what the other students
had seen. Scott closed his mouth before an obscenity
could come out and walked rather stiffly up the
�Curfew is in 10 minutes,� he ground out.
�What�d I miss?� hissed the Asian mutant
to the brunette beside her.
�Oh plenty!� answered Kitty dragging
Jubilee down the hall to their room. �You should have
seen it!� The boys who normally wouldn�t have been
interested in the soap operas of the staff (even if it
did mean that their papers would be stained in red ink
on Monday) were now worshipping at Wolverine�s feet.
He let out a growl and bared his teeth causing Jean to
laugh cause she hadn�t seen anyone move that fast
since St. John had accidentally set the halls on fire.
The feral grin was turned on her and she gave Logan
what she hoped was a reproachful look.
�Now, now. Don�t you go scaring them too
badly. You�ll have enough trouble with them in gym.�
Logan frowned and his eyebrows disappeared
into his hair. �Gym?� he snorted.
�Yes Gym. You can be part time bouncer
and part time gym teacher as long as you don�t smoke
cigars during class. Rules are rules.� She was on
the verge of babbling because she wanted to talk to
him and she wanted to run at the same time. Oh she
loved Scott no doubt about it. She wouldn�t be
leaving his starched butt anytime soon�but he was so
independent. Time after time he would tell Jean that
yes he needed her and that he wouldn�t know what to do
without her, but the privilege of being a leader meant
that you also had the curse of having to bear everyone
on your shoulders. Which also meant you were the
rock that never crumbled no matter what and even if
everyone fell in bloody chunks around you, you were
independent and unwavering. Sometimes Jean didn�t
feel all that needed by Cyclops the great leader who
went on strong, but she did feel needed by Scott the
man who still sometimes had nightmares that he was at
his prom and he was watching himself maim or kill his
best friends. Right then it had been Scott that looked
hurt but Cyclops that shut-up and took it. She should
have been a lot more concerned�except she was trying
not to giggle at Logan. �No mooching for you pal.�
She elbowed him defiantly and caught herself looking
up into dark intense pools.
�You�re cute when you�re trying to be
bossy.� She arched her eyebrows and Logan only smiled
at her more. �You�re even cuter when you�re
�I�m going back to work. Here.� She dug
some cash out of one of her pockets and held it out
for him. �Make sure the taxi is paid.� He considered
her hand for a moment, didn�t reach for it just looked
at it. Followed the curve of the soft skin with his
eyes; he might as well have been following them with
his tongue. Jean wondered if he could smell the fear
tinged with attraction and for a second was tempted to
dig behind those eyes and find out just what he was
thinking. �Logan?� she croaked.
He didn�t look back up at her. He finally
reached out and took the money making sure that his
fingertips traced her palm as he pulled her away.
�Missed you too Red,� and then he bounded back
outside. She watched the door for a moment and then
all but scrambled back down to the basement. It would
have ticked her off to no end to hear the chuckle
following her escape.
Jean stayed up late that night researching
her diseases. It took much longer what with all the
added pacing she did around the dark basement office.
She wished that she had claws or at least super
strength so she could break something or knock
something over. It was silly, it was just stress.
Ah, and why was she feeling stressed? Just because
her hormones were betraying her more rational genius
and distracting her from what should be an enormously
noble and gratifying if not misadventure prone life.
Maybe she could inject Logan with a super rusting
solution�that would end all her problems. And what
were her problems? So this guy was hitting on her.
She�d had guys flirt with her before; she�d had
proposals galore. Some of the students who didn�t
know any better and hadn�t seen her with Scott had
locked onto her like stains on a mattress. Eeww. So
there was no problem. It was flattering and Scott
hated it. Or maybe he just hated Logan. God she
hated feeling insecure. Of course Logan coming back
from the Canadian Boonies with nightmares oozing from
his ears just begging for someone to listen and
analyze and support�why did she always fall for the
teddy bears with exteriors of steel? Or adamantium as
the case would have it. They�d only talked once or
twice, saved each others lives, had that one midnight
chat the night before they�d taken off to rescue
It had been an interesting conversation
and ended up with him pushing her on the tire swing
outside because she�d said that she�d never had a
friend who would push her on the tire swing so she
never went on it. And then he had wanted to kiss her.
She could smell it. Half of her liked living
dangerously and the other half of her threatened to
lock that half into a chair if it didn�t behave. Jean
shook her head and grabbed at her hair in frustration.
It was the red dye; maybe there was some pheromone in
it that she was unaware of. It was 1:30 and she was
going to bed. A bed with Scott whom she loved more
than anything else in the world, Scott who she�d
actually heard swear, cry, scream in frustration and
in something else. Scott, the adorable boy who got
dressed up to serenade her at 2:43 in the morning on
her birthday. Scott who had driven halfway across the
country to get her brie cheesecake made in only one
gas station diner in the entire universe.
Jean did go upstairs and felt like a moron
for creeping around. She was a grown woman and
sneaking around wasn�t her attitude or her style. She
would hold her head high and she would set her jaw
imperiously and remember that she was a doctor with a
PhD behind her name. No one knew when she wanted to
bang her head on the wall�well maybe Scott knew. And
of course the Professor because he knew everything
about everyone including that cookie you stole from
the bakery when you were 4 years old. The light was
still on when she came in and Scott wasn�t in the bed.
He was sitting at the desk fully dressed and staring
out the window.
She snuck up behind him and whispered into
his ear, �You know, they don�t get any brighter the
more you stare at them.� Scott didn�t answer and it
didn�t take Jean�s psychic skills to read the set of
his jaw. �Scott-�
�You weren�t making out. You were only
hugging him. It was a friendly hug.� The steel in
his tone belayed his actually statement.
�No, Jean, that�s fine. I mean I know you
can act professionally around people even if you did
see them half naked most of the time. And he did
think about someone other than himself when he saved
stabbed himself to save Rogue so I suppose he can have
a hug when he returns. Who knows why he returned, but
I don�t have a problem with it.�
�No wait, scratch that. I do have a
problem with it. He constantly goes off and does his
own thing. He refuses to trust any of us. He doesn�t
even know who he is. We don�t know who he is. He
could be Jack the Ripper. The point is he�s a
half-cocked pistol who I�ll bet will be buying beer
for the guys inside of two weeks-�
�Or cigars. You know he won�t give a darn
whether or not he can smoke cigars. And if he wants
to ingest that junk into his lungs he can go right
ahead. Doesn�t bother him, but he doesn�t need to do
it around the kids. There�s no way he�ll actually
train with us, I�ll bet he only knows moves to kill.
He was a cage fighter you know, heck that�s probably
what he�s been doing this whole entire time is cage
fighting and ran out of money or something-�
He stopped his rant and turned to her
realizing that he was sounding somewhat juvenile and
not carring a bit. �I don�t like seeing him sniff
around you. I don�t like him asking you to get into
his mind. I don�t like him. Period. I�m going to
bed.� With that, Scott Summers fearless leader of the
X-Men took off his clothes, folded them neatly, placed
them in a dirty clothes hamper and went into the
bathroom to methodically brush his teeth back and
forth first, then up and down. Jean suddenly wondered
if Logan even had a dirty clothes hamper, or if he
knew how to fold clothes. She suddenly had a vision
of Scott and Logan nose to nose over whether he had
folded his shirt correctly and then she began
wondering just what Logan did wear to sleep at night
and quickly chomped down on that thought. Danger Will
�Go to sleep Jean.�
~ Scott, I love you~
Scott turned over and even though Jean
couldn�t see his eyes or even the soft velvet band
that hid them, she felt the finger trace her cheek.
�I know. I love you too.� Jean leaned into his palm
but narrowed her eyes catching the tendril left
�You don�t trust me.�
�I don�t trust him.�
�Scott-� He whilred around stomping
angrily to their bed.
�Why do we always have to have the same
argument, Jean? You never listen to what I say, just
go off blazing into a situation and then it gets you
into trouble.� Which was only half true. Jean never
went into a situation blazing or half cocked or even
two thirds cocked. She went in prepared and with a
battle plan, but when it came to people, to patients,
to friends, she was sucker for puppy dogs and it had
burned her more than once. And Scott always railed
at her that she had been too understanding, too
trusting, and that she wasn�t thinking and why
couldn�t she just think about consequences. Maybe she
was just a bad judge of character, or maybe she tried
to hard to see the good in everything. It rubbed off
from Charles she supposed�but then he had never gotten
in trouble with a dark-eyed Mexican mutant whose power
was to produce different colors on human skin. Jean
had ended up with rainbow designs all over her visible
body and some places that Scott had never even seen.
He�d been furious for weeks and Josue had left of his
own will soon after. Scott always took those things
as a personal affront but he had never understood
them. The problem was neither had Jean.
�Scott, I�m not going to argue about this
�Because you�ll never change-�
�That�s right I won�t! You knew who you
were with when we got together, you know who you�re
with now, and you can damn well love her as she is or
you can leave!� It was the first time she had been
angry enough to say it out loud. Scott had always
logically and calmly suggested it when she was yelling
at him and she had wanted to shake him senseless
because that was never the point. It was just a
cop-out and she hated it.
�Am I supposed to love someone who
continues to hurt me?� he had finally asked his voice
maybe shaking a little.
Jean groaned in frustration. �You- you
DON�T understand and you DON�T try! You sit there and
try to make me leave and try to talk yourself into
believing that you don�t need me.�
Scott opened and closed his mouth and in a
fit of unfairly cool rage answered, �I don�t.�
Her shoulders slumped, her eyes squeezed
shut in frustration and hurt. She knew he would get
over it and she would get over it and one or the other
would apologize and they would make up because they
were Jean and Scott. They were the legendary couple
of couples and not even Wolverine could tear apart the
bond they held even if they themselves tried to yank
it apart sometimes. They could yell at each other
like that, and the next morning she would be asking
him teaching questions and he would be expecting her
to finish the letters she was typing for him and that
would be the end of it. But that didn�t mean anything
was fixed or that it didn�t hurt. The fact that he
said it and both meant it and not meant it didn�t mean
anything was broken either�it was the strangest
paradox�but it still hurt.
Jean walked out and slammed the door behind
her not caring if it was 1 or 2 o�clock in the
morning. She floated downstairs and contemptuously
contemplated the kitchen, grabbed random car keys and
headed for the door. She had just reached for the cold
silver of the doorknob when a hand clamped down on her
wrist. �Little late to be wandering �round Red.� Of
course it would be Logan. Of course he would be up
and wandering at 2 in the morning and of course he
would be the one to find her climbing the walls to get
�I�m going for a drive. Shut-up and get out
of my way or shut-up and get in the car.�
�Hey� is that� is that hostility I sense hear
from you Jean?� His eyes had the audacity to dance at
her. Bastard. He was laughing at her.
They finally stopped not at a bar like Logan
would have wanted to or at a club, which Jean had
actually never been to, but at a little all night
diner 25 minutes down the road. Xavier�s school was
already approaching city limits so it was a one-stop
gas station/food to go/convenience store type place
crammed into a building the size of an Olympic
swimming pool, which really wasn�t all that small when
you stopped to think about it. Wolverine predictably
grabbed at strips of jerky and barked out that he
wanted some beer or another that Jean knew nothing
about. She on the other hand was looking for a nice
exotic coffee name at least 4 syllables long that
Scott would have heartily disapproved of. He refused
to get addicted to coffee and it really wasn�t all
that good for you anyway, but Jean was a closet lover
of Carmel Macchiatos. Scott tolerated it
occasionally, but always looked at her with
She finally settled on a ham and cheese
sandwich, something that sounded vaguely like a
cappuccino, and snagged a stale blueberry scone.
There was a microwave but it looked like a rat had
died in it. �Don�t you ever sleep?� she snapped at
the larger man across from her happily munching
away�or at least as �happily� as Logan ever got. It
was more like a stoic happiness in that he wasn�t
growling or tearing anything apart so it was pretty
close to content.
�I wasn�t the one slamming around the
mansion,� he answered taking another chew.
�You were up though.�
�Just needed to clear some things up with
Marie.� Marie. Always Marie to Logan. Never Rogue.
As it was never Marie for anyone else but Logan, for
them it was always Rogue. It had just sort of
happened that way and as she never introduced herself
as Marie, Rogue perpetuated. �She�s grown some.
Taller I mean. She�s still a kid.�
And there went all any thoughts of Scott
zooming behind the phrase �she�s still a kid.�
Nonchalantly, �What do you mean?�
�She�s seen lots of things that no kid
ought to have ever seen, and some of that is directly
my fault cause now she�s got me inside her and I�ve
seen things that no living person should�ve ever seen
period. It�s kind of rough on a person I guess when
they can see things but still not understand them.�
They�d gone from phrases to sentences. Jean praised
her lucky stars. �She�s got this funny notion that
she�s been replaced.�
�By who?� asked Jean automatically.
Logan only quirked an eyebrow and slurped
at his coffee. �Take a flocking guess.� Jean blushed
then and looked back down at her plate. Rogue had a
crush on Logan, duh. But what did Logan feel for her,
what could he feel for her. Resident shrink was
fighting against friend and winning fast until Logan
opened his mouth again. �Problem is she wasn�t
anywhere to be replaced.�
�Oh?� Jean�s speech patterns were getting
shorter and shorter by the minute.
�I�m inside her yeah, but she isn�t inside
me and there�s a lot of thinking been going these past
few years. Thought a lot, remembered some, thought
some more and decided that I have to give her some
space till she figures it out on her own.�
Jean was decidedly lost by that time but
what was worse was that her scone was nearly gone and
she wasn�t quite ready to stop enjoying it yet. �So
hang on, why did you say she was never anywhere to
And then she was scared. Scared because
she realized the answer in the split second it took
Logan to lean across the table and whisper in a half
growl, �Because somebody else was already there.�
She felt very much like a kid with a crush for the
first time, felt very much that she was going to end
up very screwed in the morning, felt like she was
being handed the fire she�d been dabbling with ever
since Logan had been brought in on that white
sheet�and then she laughed. Cause he didn�t want it.
And when he laughed too, she realized neither did she.
Oh they�d been attracted to each other
there was no doubt about that. Yet lust was never
enough, and besides he wouldn�t wait around for her in
the morning to come around like clockwork. She
wouldn�t wait either...because it wasn�t where she
needed or wanted to be.
�Was being the operative word?� she
purred. It was easier now. She had a little more
control now that she knew the score and was ok with
it. She could smirk sexily at him, and not feel
tremors in her knees when he grinned back. �So I�ve
been replaced,� here she gave a dramatic sigh and put
a trembling hand to her heart, � by an adolescent bit
�He growled and grabbed her hand. �Just
for another 6 months.� He grinned ferally. �I�ve been
counting. But that was never the problem. All it
takes is for Marie to figure it out, and then maybe we
can get somewhere. Maybe we will, maybe we won�t.�
�Oh yeah like the whole damn thing�s not
predestined,� she snorted into her coffee.
�Only if she wants it to be,� he
answered and leaned back into the booth. �Want to
dance, for old time�s sake?�
She giggled, low and impossibly
nonchalant as if they had grown up together, as if
there had never been any danger of wrecking four lives
with choice, chance, and circumstance. �Logan, we
never had an old time�s sake.�
�Sexy lady like you? That�s a shame.�
They danced and they laughed and hit each other like
two kids. And in the end it was ok, because everybody
got the girl. And it sure was great when the hero got
-- cute. not funny, but cute.--
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