Title: "On Instinct" 1/4
Summary: "And she had hoped maybe. . .just maybe this time on the
road, something would happen between them."
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. They belong to Marvel and Fox.
Probably more people than that own them--just not me.
Archive: Just let me know where it goes.
Author's Notes: This is a follow up to 'Cause and Effect,' which I
wrote a while ago, but this can be read on its own. Thanks to Jori,
always. This is movieverse and I apologize if there is anything in
here that is contrary to the comicverse. I'm just going off the
My website: www.mojober.com/Fanfiction
"Wake up. . ."
Marie turned over and pressed her face into the pillow. She was used
to hearing voices in her head, especially in the hazy, half-conscious
state of sleep. Logan. Erik. David. This time it was Logan. She
curled a little tighter on her side and ignored it only to hear it
again, louder and more insistent.
"Rogue. . .c'mon, wake up."
She would have ignored that, too if it wasn't accompanied with a hand
on her shoulder, shaking her firmly.
"Logan?" she called out, eyes fluttering open to find him sitting on
the edge of her bed. He was dressed like he was heading out--
flannels and jeans and his leather jacket. "Where are you goin'?"
"We," he clarified, staring down at her intensely. "I need you to
get up and get dressed. I'm taking you out of here."
Marie rolled onto her back. She stretched a little, arching her back
and wriggling her hips into a more comfortable position. "Why?"
"Just do it, okay?" he answered, impatiently throwing back the
covers. His eyes flickered over her exposed midsection before he
averted his eyes. Marie reached up to tug her t-shirt down as she
pulled herself into a sitting position and looked at him.
"The Professor know we're leavin'?" she asked as Logan stood up. He
paced her small dormitory back and forth, his eyes darting everywhere
to take everything in. It was the first time he'd been in her room
since she'd gotten it following graduation a month ago.
"He doesn't know where, but yeah," Logan answered, picking a pair of
jeans off the floor. He tossed them at her, then pulled open a
drawer and grabbed a shirt. He tossed that on top of the jeans. "We
don't have time to play twenty questions. . ."
He stopped and stared at her again, somewhat desperately and Marie
scrambled out of bed.
"Can I bring anythin'?" she asked as she picked up the shirt and put
it on over the one she was already wearing. Double layers
compensated for the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Next, Marie
reached for the jeans. There was no way she was getting those over
the soft flannel pants she had on. She exchanged a look with Logan
and he turned to pace along the other side so she could take them off.
"Yeah, whatever you can stuff in this in the next five minutes," he
said, snatching a duffel bag off the floor. He dumped its contents
out as she pulled on her jeans, all the while watching her out of the
corner of his eye. The second they were up and covering her hips, he
turned back around and handed it to her.
Marie looked at the empty bag and then back up at Logan. A rush
moved through her as the full realization of what was happening hit
They were running.
And he wasn't telling her from what.
Somewhere in Canada
The gas light on the truck's dashboard flicked on.
Shit. He'd have to stop.
Logan looked over at Marie and didn't have the heart to wake her just
yet. She was curled on the front seat beside him, legs up and
underneath her, gloved hands folded in her lap. A bump in the road
made her head shift from the back of the seat to his shoulder where
it had been resting for the last hundred miles or so. More than
once, he'd thought about wrapping his arm around her shoulders, but
decided it was better to keep both hands on the wheel. It was hard
enough already to concentrate on driving when every inhalation filled
his nostrils with her scent. And she smelled good.
"You need gas."
Logan looked down at her again, seeing her lashes flutter with the
last remnants of sleep before opening them for good.
"Good, you're up," he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road as he
nudged her head off his shoulder. He shook it out a bit. "My arm
was about to fall off."
"Where are we?" she asked, uncurling her body into a sitting
position. She stretched a little before slumping back against the
"North," he answered.
"Home," she said through a yawn. He glanced over and she was giving
him a speculative look. "Your home."
"Yeah. I know places to go," he offered as an excuse. He waited for
her to argue, but instead she was quiet. It lasted all of five
"I came up this way when I ran away," she said wistfully. "Up
through Niagra Falls and then through the Canadian Rockies to
"What was in Anchorage?" he asked and out of the corner of his eye,
saw her shrug.
"Nothin'," Marie answered simply, then sighed heavily. "It was
supposed to be an adventure, that's all. After high school. Before
college. Had this big map in my room with all the places I was goin'
to go marked out with pictures and post cards."
"That was your mistake right there," Logan said, turning into a
small, run down gas station. "Planning it out. Life doesn't work
"Is this planned?" she asked as the truck jerked to a stop. He
killed the engine first, then looked over at her before answering.
"Not all of it," Logan said, his eyes locking with hers. "What?"
"Can we go to Anchorage?" she asked hopefully.
"I thought you said there was nothing there," he said. She smiled
ever so slightly and he immediately shook his head. "Nice try. Get
out and pump."
"Why me?" she protested, but got out anyway. She walked around the
front and stopped at driver's side window, wanting money. Her breath
fogged the cold glass as she waited.
He'd asked himself that same question many times--why Marie? Of all
the people that had drifted in and out of his life, he never needed
anyone the way he needed her. They had only one thing in common and
that, apparently, was enough.
Logan rolled the window down before she steamed it up anymore and
handed her some money for the gas.
"Wait in the truck," Logan instructed before opening the door.
"Are we stoppin' here?" Marie asked, eyeing at the run down tavern
"Maybe. I used to know the owner. It'll be safe," he said, with a
twist of his lips. It certainly didn't look safe to her. Logan got
out, took the keys with him and slammed the door shut. Marie watched
as he walked away, glancing over his shoulder a couple times to make
sure she indeed was staying put.
And she did for about ten minutes.
It seemed familiar to her. It wasn't that unlike the place they'd
met in, she thought as she stepped inside, or the hundreds of places
just like it from his memories. Off in the back, she figured there
was a place for cage fighting. A few of the remaining patrons looked
her over, but none approached. She could handle it if they did, but
she didn't want to make a scene. She just wanted to find Logan.
"C'mon, one fight. . ."
"I told you, Jenny, I don't do that anymore."
Marie followed his voice to the far end of the bar, where Logan was
standing very close to a blond haired woman. She laid her hands on
his chest and smiled up at him before running them down it slowly.
He closed his eyes as she let them wander even lower.
"You do this anymore?" she asked, practically purred as her nails
scraped over his fly. "You must have come here wanting something,
Logan. You always want something. If it's not a fight and it's not
me. . ."
His eyes opened back up and met Marie's.
The woman followed his gaze and looked at her as well. She let her
hands fall away from Logan and she took a step back, her attention
shifting to Marie.
"Are you old enough to be in here, honey?" she called out, making
"I'm eighteen. . ."
"She's with me," Logan said, cutting her off. The woman started to
smirk and he held a hand up. "And it's not what you think."
"No, not at all," Marie said, sliding onto a barstool. She averted
her eyes from his. "Unless you're thinking he got me out of bed in
the middle of the night, threw me in a truck and won't tell me where
Marie rolled her eyes back in his direction. Logan wasn't amused.
"I wouldn't put it past him," Jennie said, stepping behind the bar.
She folded her arms across her breast, making them spill even more
out of low cut shirt she wore. She seemed familiar as well, but
there were so many women like her in Logan's memories it was hard to
distinguish one from the other. "So you tell me, honey. Why is he
"We need a place to stay for the night," Marie answered
truthfully. "He said you could help us."
"Yeah, I have a room upstairs," she said, her smirk returning. "Just
one, but you knew that, Logan. Were you planning on being really
"Jenny," Logan warned.
She reached a hand into her bra and pulled out a key. She tossed it
onto the bar in front of him. Marie watched as it rattled to a
"I don't care what you do with the girl," Jenny said as he picked up
the key. The way she said it, coupled with his odd expression, made
Marie wary. "Just make sure you're both gone by morning."
"You can't be doing that."
"Doing what?" she asked innocently as she brushed past him and into
the room. She turned, raising both eyebrows up as she waited for him
"You know what," he replied, slamming the door shut. Jenny's words
came back to him as Marie stared at him. Her lips fell open and his
acute hearing picked up her every breath. It was growing rapid, like
her heart and her cheeks were flushing red.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Marie asked straight out. It
wasn't an invitation, but a simple question. When he didn't answer
her, she asked another. "He escaped, didn't he? Magneto. . .Eric.
He escaped from prison."
"Yeah," he said, his eyes moving off her and to a lamp. He flipped
it on, revealing the small, but clean room Jenny kept for certain
visitors. Marie surveyed it briefly before sitting down quietly on
the bed. "Last night. Xavier got word. . .then I had words with
him. I thought it would be best not to sit and wait for him to show
up again and he disagreed."
"Why would he come after me?" she asked, looking up at him. "There
has to be a reason why you'd think he'd come after me."
"There isn't," Logan said, not wanting her to worry. He started
towards her, but the closer he came, the faster her heart beat. This
time, it was out of fear. He stopped and crouched down so they were
somewhat face to face. Her gloved hands slid off her thighs and
found their way to his, her fingers winding tight around them. He
tried to tell her more but then he felt her warmth through the thin
fabric, felt it tugging at his heart and he sighed.
"It's just in case," she surmised and he nodded. "For how long?"
"I don't know," Logan replied and she wriggled her hands from his.
Marie set her jaw and her posture stiffened.
"How long?" she asked again, her voice steady and firm. It matched
her expression and he knew he owed her a better answer than that.
He just wished he had one to give her.
"Until I know it's safe," he said, hoping that would suffice. Marie
looked as if she wanted to say something else, but she didn't. She
kept her mouth shut while she pulled angrily at the front of her
cloak. The buttons popped free one by one and when she was done,
Marie looked at the bed and then inquisitively at him.
"Where are you goin'?" she asked as Logan suddenly rose to his feet.
"There's a couple things I have to take care of," he said, taking a
few steps back towards the door. She'd be okay on her own all
night. He wouldn't be that far, just in case.
"Yeah," he said and she frowned as he slipped away.
To be continued
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