Missing - pt1
- Here's the first installment! Enjoy! Feedback welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men but I wish I did, especially
Wolverine! Hey anyone, my birthday is coming, hint, hint!!!
Logan pulled up in front of the mansion on the motorcycle that
he "borrowed" from Scott when he had left that day so long ago. Heâd
been gone for a year looking for his past, but all the leads that the
Professor had given him came back as dead ends. As he turned off the
cycle and started to walk up the stairs to the front door he thought
back to the last year or so and the girl he left behind.
He was in the last town he came to sitting at the bar with a beer and
one of his cigars. He kept thinking about her and the one thing that
kept him going from one dead end after another was the thought of
He didnât remember when or where he started thinking of her as "his
Marie" and not just "kid" but he now knew that his feelings were more
than friendly, especially by the dreams that he was having of her and
him together. He was in love with her, not Jean, he only wanted Jean
because Scott had her, that was lust not love. But being as stubborn
as he was, he could not admit it. It was not in his nature, he never
had to take care of anyone but himself. It had always been me,
myself, and I. No attachments and no commitments, thatâs way he had
always liked it. But everything changed that night in the bar in
Canada when he had first met "her". But he didn't know it at that
It was further locked in when they "connected" that first night when
she had touched him, she had been just saving herself when she had to
absorb some of his "life force" after he had run her through with his
claws after waking from one of his "nightmares". He had felt so
damned guilty and afraid seeing her impaled on his claws and gasping
for air. He also remembered that day in the train station when he
told her that he would protect her always, but he found out that he
couldnât follow through with his promise. He had been helpless when
they were attacked by Magneto.
His feelings for her finally came to the surface when he had held
her "dead" body in his arms after the rescuing her from Magnetoâs
damn machine, willing her to come back to him. He was overwhelmed by
feelings that he never had before, love and loss. His feelings were
cemented when they connected again, almost killing him this time in
the process. He was willing to die for her and almost did. Logan was
overwhelmed that his feelings ran that deep. His last thought before
the blackness was that he loved "his Marie". When he woke up in the
medlab and recovered from the mission he fled. He could not face her
until he could figure out his feelings and come to terms about their
differences. They had so many of them, their ages for one. She was
young and fresh; he was old and used. He had no past and could not
offer he any kind of future, both being who they were. He was also
nothing but an animal in his eyes and how could she love someone like
him. He had given her his dog tags and told her he would be back for
them. Then he had run like a coward, with the excuse that he was
looking for his past. The Professor had said that he could come back
anytime he felt ready, that he should think of the school as his
home. That was a laugh, he had never stayed long enough in any one
place to call it home.
Now after all this time all he could think of is her and getting back
to her. He wanted to tell her how he felt and the differences be
damned they would make it work one way or the other. He hoped beyond
hope that she felt the same way and that she had waited for him.
Logan thought <Why should she? I never wrote or called, as far as she
knows I'm dead> He knows that the Professor had been "tracking" him
using Cerebro, but he had never entered his mind, knowing full well
that Logan needed his privacy to sort things out.
For the last several days he had had a feeling of dread and a nagging
thought in that back of his mind that he could not get rid of saying
<"help us">. He knew something was very wrong but he could not put
his finger on it, so he hopped on Scottâs bike and headed back to the
only place that he had ever called home.
The first thing that he had noticed when he came through the gates,
was the lack of activity on the grounds, it was too quiet. There were
no students on the lawn or on the exercise courts. As Logan walked up
the stairs and in the front door he was assaulted with many scents.
He could smell fear, sadness, anger but the worst of all was the
scent of death. He ran through the mansion to the lower levels. As he
approached the medlab the smells were the greatest. He opened the
doors. What he saw he could not believe. On several beds in the lab
were his friends, people he had come to think of as family (when that
happened Logan doesn't know), with others standing around.
On one of the beds was Scott, his visor missing. His eyes were
closed. His body had wires and tubes coming out of everywhere. He
looked like hell. Standing next to him was Jean, looking no better.
She was battered, but still trying to tend Scott in her professional
manner. But by the look in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders it
looked grim. On another bed was Professor Xavier, his eyes were also
closed as if in sleep but he had wires attached to his head hooking
him up to a machine. At times his body twitched and the machine made
beeping noises. Logan had never seen him looking so worn or fragile.
Standing in the corner off by herself was Ororo (known as Storm). Her
white hair was all askew and her black X-men uniform was all torn.
She looked as if she was in shock, she was also crying to herself.
Logan looked around at all the faces but the one he did not see was
Marie. He felt relief that she was not there, that maybe she was
somewhere else safe. Logan started to turn around to his friends.
Logan started to ask "What hapâ¦â¦" but stopped.
What finally caught Loganâs eye was the body off to the side covered
by a bloody sheet. Logan left out a howl, not stopping or caring to
say anything to the others, he approached it with a feeling of dread.
With a lump in his throat and thinking of the things he would never
be able to tell her or not being able to ever hold her (her poison
skin be damned, he would have found a way.) He slowly pulled back the
Preparing for the worst and with tears in his eyes, Logan looked into
the battered and dead face of. . . . Bobby! Logan thought <I know
itâs not right> but all he felt was a sense of relief that it was
not "his" Marie. But then another fear came over him. He looked
around again and as he did this, Logan let out a growl and yelled to
"What happened here? Where is Rogue? WHERE THE HELL IS MARIE??!"