Fic: chapter 2 Panther (Wolverine meets a new mutant) rated R
Rating: The entire story gets an R rating (so be warned)
Setting: two years after the end of X2.
Summary: Wolverine meets a new mutant.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any of the Marvel characters,
however the creation of Danielle aka Panther is mine. This is the
first in a series of chapters to follow.
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I ventured back to the school. It's been two years and I don't know
why I feel I need to keep coming back here. But, Charles always takes
me back in like a runaway child returning home when he comes to his
senses. Guess that's why I kinda like Wheels. He never questions why
I go and why I return.
It has been two years since I was last here and some things have
changed. Jean's back back from the dead and back into the arms of
Scott the dork.
It killed me when she nearly ignored me. Guess I should have known
better. I just wish she could have known how much I loved her and the
torment I felt knowing I will never be able to share my love with her.
Then again, her words hurt me too to be told I am too dangerous and
only good for flirting with that hurt bad even after all this
time, not that time ever mattered to me. How can it? I am nearly
invincible immortal death is nothing I have had to fear until I
I again recall how my new life began with Marie. I was told she had a
crush on me since we met in that shitty little bar in Canada a truly
great sight she saw me pulverizing this huge jackass who nailed me
in my most vulnerable of places. Hey, the ringmaster warned him and I
certainly took my revenge.
For her sake and my sanity (what's left of it), I kept my distance not
wanting to give her false ideas hell, I'm still a guy with needs and
I certainly could teach her a few things. But, I don't wanna break
her heart. She's had enough of that already. I swore I would protect
her, even if that means from myself. So, anytime I get the urge, I run.
But, now I return to find that Marie is learnin' control of her power
she learnin' to touch without killin' and it drives me mad with rage
knowin' some little punk kid is gonna take advantage of her sweet
innocence and hurt her.
And that little punk is geeky Bobby. I watch him like a hawk for any
sign that he's pushin' Marie or tryin' to hurt her. Should he dare, I
only hope I don't fill the little bugger's gut with metal claws as a
I am so unsure how to react to seein' Bobby with Rogue and Jean again
with Scott. I can feel my berserker rage teetering on the edge.
Marie was the sweet young girl who made me understand carin' again and
I would die to protect. Then there's Jean all woman mature, sexy,
and didn't stand for my shit even when I'm being the biggest jackass
on planet earth. I would have gladly given my life to know her love
all of her love, not just the carnal type. But, she saw through me
and enough to not let our physical attractions become a snowball
rollin' down a hill with unstoppable momentum.
I've been a son of a bitch for weeks now. Jean ignores me and I admit
I miss the flirtin' and the cute come-ons. Now, she's married to
Scott lucky bastard. Hey, ok, Scott's a dick, but she's happy. I'm
sure at some point that if she was my girl, I'd do somethin' stupid to
piss her off really bad and she'd hate me.
I swallow my pride knowin' it's the right thing to do and keep my
sufferin' to myself. I just go on being bad ass Logan. Nevertheless,
my heart still hurts and I'm so freakin' lonely. I hate goin' to bed
with nothing more than a pillow to hug at night and those damned
nightmares to keep me warm. I could have been the good guy if she
just gave me a fuckin' chance.
God, could a woman turn so cold? Guess the simple fact is that she
had her mind made up and there was no changin' it.
Yet, somehow I feel if I really wanted, I could have at least gotten
her in bed, at least once.
When Jeannie and I are in the same room it's cool to watch how nervous
Scott gets how possessive and insecure. Revenge is a bitch.
I know she still wonders what kind of lover I could have been, and not
to pride myself too much, but I'm damned fuckin' good in the sack.
Been told it tons of times. I can bring a woman right to the edge,
and hold her there for a bit before lettin' her fly off into complete
Jean stays friends with me and tells me someday I will have that one
person enter my life that is my perfect match.
I brush off the thought. Why would anyone want to be my perfect
match? I'm a jerk and not afraid to admit it. Hell, I'm just Logon -
the man who needs no one, really doesn't trust anyone, I take what I
want, when I want, and I leave when I've had enough.
When things get too tough, I run run as freakin' far away as I can.
I steal away on Scott's motorcycle just to piss him off. I get on
and just ride to parts unknown. It doesn't matter where I go, where I
sleep at night (let alone whom I sleep with just to temporarily ease
the pain of bein' lonely) and it don't matter if I never come back to
this god-forsaken school.
Well, that's a lie. I delude myself on not caring for anyone here,
but I really do.
Why do I keep comin' back here? Maybe it's to torture myself with
what could be a real life. Hey, I had a life a simple one, but it
worked cage fightin' for money, always had my pick of the litter
when it came to the women in the bars, and I didn't need to answer to
anyone but my own freakin' self.
But with all this changin' Marie and Jean put me through they made me
Here's the great part when Jean died or so we all thought I
cried. I cried like a freakin' baby cause it hurt so bad thinkin' she
was gone and I'd never get to tell her how I really felt. Call me
pansy, bub, and I will introduce ya to adamantium claws.
I feel the torment of being lonely so much more these days. Marie has
grown into a fine young woman and she's still breakin' all the boys'
hearts, including mine. But, I remain her best friend. She still
confides in me, and I think that's pretty special. No one really
thought of me as someone to trust yer deepest and darkest feelings and
God, they been goin' steady for how long now?
But, I still hurt hurt real bad - bad enough that I will go to the
bar and get so shit-faced I don't remember how I even got there or how
I end up back at the school in my room.
I used to think all that mattered was who I was before Wolverine. I
was obsessed with what I didn't know. Now, all that matters is who I
Well, here I am again two years later and back at the school, my
home I guess you can say back to the place that has brought some
stability to my otherwise insanely crazy life. Home with the kids who
think of me as their protector. Hell, man, I am lethal ask the
soldiers who survived the may lay two years back and ask them if I am
a one-man army or not.
Charles rolls out of Cerebro having seen something disturbing. I can
tell because of the perplexed look on his face and the scent of fear.
Maybe I am becomin' a freakin' psychic. He tells the team of further
uprisings of mutant rebellion and mutant abuse.
"Scott, ready the jet. Logan, I want you especially to go on this
mission," Charles orders.
"Why me?" I ask. Like I got time for this shit when I'd rather wallow
in the sorrow of my loneliness.
"Because the mutant being targeted has gifts similar to yours and is
destined for real trouble. I think it might be useful if you assist,"
I can't argue any further and reluctantly I leave to join Scott in the
ready room. As we walk in silence down the hall, I can still hear
Charles talking to Storm.
"Storm, perhaps you should go as well. The target is female, mid-30s,
and dressed all in black. She shouldn't be too hard to spot with the
streak of blue in her hair. Keep an eye on Logan he hasn't been
himself lately," Charles informs.
Hum, target is female. OK, my curiosity in the least has been peeked.
The jet fires up and I sit down fighting with the black suit. These
fuckin' black leather suits. I can just about breathe in it.
"Can't Wheels get me a bigger suit? This thing is so tight," I complain.
"Perhaps a few less beers and losing a few pounds might do it," Scott
"Hey, maybe I need to have my own suit and stop using yours, boy " I
Scott smiles without being seen or he might be in trouble with the
rather high-strung Wolverine.
"Target is two miles to the northeast," Storm interrupts.
We arrive on the scene a nightclub in New York. The place is full
of activity fights, screaming, and people on the run.
"OK, who's the mutant in trouble?" I ask as I step out of the jet.
The entire scene freezes now paying attention to the new arrivals
departing the flying vehicle.
I sniff the air smellin' the scent of a mutant it's very distinct
from a regular person. There I see a woman being tormented by several
men in military garb. I freeze with amazement as I see her stand her
ground fighting with her attackers. I can't help but stare she's
Her moves are as graceful as they are accurate and potentially lethal.
She's cunning and wary like a cornered animal fighting for her life
a formidable opponent in the least. Then it struck me like a punch to
my gut it was her the woman from the bar in Canada.
There are too many of them now, and one of them jerks grabs her and
quickly pulls her through the crowd inside the club. I head off in
pursuit my instincts telling me she's in trouble and needs Wolvie to
go save her.
"Logan, wait," Scott orders.
I don't listen I hardly ever do listen. Just my son of a bitch
nature I guess. I don't like takin' orders from that little one-eyed
punkass who thinks he knows everything. I don't care what Jeannie
says about restraining himself.
I aggressively push my way through the crowd leavin' Scott and Storm
to handle the rest of the action up front.
Down the dark alley, I listen with my sensitive hearing the sounds
of a man and a woman arguing strongly. She's is obviously angry and
struggling to defy the wishes of the man.
I also notice the sounds of nearly every stray cat and dog in New York
surrounding them and yowling angrily. But, here comes Wolverine - the
fiercest animal - in on the scene.
"Hey, bub can't ya see the girl isn't interested?" Logan asks as he
approaches the dueling couple through the shadows.
"Why don't ya mind yer own business, mutant," the man says angrily and
while holding the woman strongly from behind.
I watch as she quickly plants her elbow into his side makin' him
release his grip on her and she spins around kicking him first in the
nuts then in his face. Man, that had to hurt.
She watches him fall to the ground and backs off. I grasp her
shoulders as she unexpectedly runs into me. She nearly leaps out of
her skin with fear her senses must have been a tangled mess. She
quickly whirls around and strikes out at me, but I grabbed her hands
blocking her attack.
"Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt ya," I say.
Then, came the shock of my life. I watch several scrapes and bruises
on her arms slowly heal before my eyes. I cock my head curiously.
"Wolverine?" she asks lowering her clenched fists. She remembers who
"Yes well, call me Logan," I respond. Now, I feel pretty stupid.
Some proper introduction. "I don't think I got yer name."
"Panther I mean, Danielle," she replies nervously and still
trembling from the whole experience.
I pull her close hugging her trying to help her relax. But, sick old
me starts feelin' a little weird ya know, it's a guy thing.
OK you really wanna know - the warmth of her body near mine got me
excited. Go ahead; say I'm a sick fuck. For so long, I wondered
about her if I would ever see her again dreamin', fantasizing,
But, it was more than just a sexual thing it felt like electricity
goin' through my whole body. I was turned on in ways I didn't think
possible. Then, she looks up into my eyes she's got these
incredibly expressive brown eyes just like Marie. I wanna melt like
a snowman on a hot summer day.
"You'll be ok. I'll protect ya," I say.
She tightens her grip around my waist. Maybe I was just givin' her a
line of shit to get her to hold on a little longer. Naw, I am a good
guy. God, her body feels nice near me.
Then, I notice her assailant rising to his feet.
"Stay back while I take care of this guy," I say moving her aside.
I stand my ground as the attacker raises a blade in his hand and I
can't help but snicker at the sight of the weapon. But, the man
attacks. Nevertheless, my quick animal reactions and adamantium
skeleton make me nearly indestructible, but the attacker is too
angered and not willing to back down.
I snarl angrily but did my best to avoid damaging the assailant too
badly. The attacker landed on the ground after taking a punch right
to his face. I stand back and extend all six of my 12-inch metal claws.
"Come on, bub. Don't make this worse than it has ta be," I state.
The man held back from any further attacks. Danielle moves up to
stand behind me holding onto for dear life.
"I'm not goin' back there! Why can't ya leave me alone?" she asked.
The Wolverine protectively guards Danielle animal senses still
strongly sensing danger.
"Because you must go back and I'm getting' a bundle to turn you in,"
"You're getting' paid? Don't ya know what they were gonna do to me?"
Danielle cried out.
"You're a mutant," John states. "The war has begun and we will
prevail we always do. In the meantime, I would watch my back. I
will get ya," John says and leaves down the dark alley in a huff.
Danielle heaved a sigh of relief but continued to tremble. I retracted
my claws before returning to face her.
I look into her eyes my sharp senses picking up on something very
familiar about her like I was lookin' at a female version of myself.
We share the same gifts and that primal thing I sense is almost
unnerving. I sense it so much stronger than I remember from Canada.
Maybe she's still developing her gifts.
She sits down exhausted. I sit near her pushing my luck and sliding
closer. I see her trembling she's terrified. I watch her nervously
looking around and her deep breaths must have been to pick up any
scent of danger. I know she needs time to settle down and I embrace
her again tryin' to comfort her.
I stare at the black leather she's wearin' her hellish look and
animal grace makes her code name make sense to me.
"What was that all about?" I ask as I sweep a gloved hand through her
long wavy hair.
"My ex-boyfriend. He found out I am a mutant. I managed to hide it
for quite a while a benefit of being on the road a lot between my
job, my band, and my professional horse riding. Him and his military
buddies think they got all the answers," she said.
"Yer safe now I won't let anything happen to ya," he replies.
My heart aches just thinkin' the bastard would have turned in his own
girlfriend to them jerks for experimentation. Makes me want to track
him down and introduce him to real pain.
"I'm tired of running," she says.
It was her next comment that struck me funny.
"And I'm tired of these boys who think they are men," she says.
I tighten my grip around her resting my chin on top of her head. So,
here I go and say somethin' stupid.
"I'm a real man," I say in a barely audible tone of voice.
I guess I was glad she didn't hear it or maybe she did and ignored
it. Just at that moment, Cyclops and Storm jog down the alleyway
where we were.
"Ya got somewhere to stay?" I ask.
"I can stay with friends, till I figure out what I'm gonna do," she
"We got things settled up front. I think it's time we take off,"
I look into Danielle's eyes before releasing my hold on her.
"Now, Logan," Cyclops orders.
I am thinking very hard at the moment. I didn't want to leave her
not when I finally have her near me again. Scooter is standing with
his arms crossed and lookin' really impatient.
"Scooter calls. And yer comin' with me," I say as I lift Danielle
into my arms. From out of the shadows, I hear a voice.
"This is far from over, you mutants," the voice threatens.
"I'll be waitin' for ya, bub," I snarl.
We took Danielle home to the Xavier School. I leave her with Jean,
where she is taken to Professor Xavier's office. I can imagine the
Professor briefing her on life at the school and offering her a room.
I see the door open and I dive behind the couch out of sight. Jeannie
looks around. I know she must have been pickin' up my thoughts.
Afterwards, Jean takes Danielle down to the expansive hall for
I follow them stayin' just out of sight. I can't explain why I feel
so drawn to her my fantasies of her match the vision before me.
Jeannie takes her to the lab and that's when I finally left for my
room. I got great hearin', but I ain't Superman.
"I understand you have similar abilities to our Logan. It might make
an interesting comparative study at some point," Jean said.
"I heal rapidly and rely on my instincts, which sometimes fail me at
least when it comes to men," Danielle replied.
"Yes, that is a tough subject anyway," Jean said.
"I am so grateful to him and fer bein' so gentle," Danielle said.
"Be warned that was just Logan having a good day. I don't know what's
gotten into him lately he's been so irritable not that he's your
average guy anyway," Jean says.
Danielle cocks her head curiously.
"I guess a good word for him is feral. He's also self-absorbed,
arrogant and high strung," Jean said.
Danielle giggles lightly.
"I will tell ya that I have a feral streak in me too don't like
being bridled and I got a bit of a temper too. As for Logan, I sensed
that about him even from the short time we talked in that little
Canadian bar someone who's rough around the edges but still has a
heart. He talked a lot about someone he loved and who died," Danielle
Jean looked at her a little stunned. She never knew how traumatic an
experience it was for Logan to endure. If Logan did show her
anything, it was his big heart as much as he was tough, he had a
soft streak in him. He would never admit it in a million years that
he could be a big softie, but Jean saw that in him. So did Marie.
Logan is also a man of honor someone who would do anything to
protect those he trusted but there were very few people he trusted.
Danielle watched Jean's unusual reaction.
"Is that woman you?" she asked.
Jean didn't know how to respond.
"Look, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot here and please,
don't take this wrong. But, I see you are a little overwhelmed with
what I said," Danielle said.
"I have Scott we're married," Jean replied showing Danielle the huge
"Yer not answerin' my question. Logan seems so exciting so
wild charmin'. Oh, listen to me carry on, not like I have had much
luck with men lately," Danielle said.
"Danielle, Logan and I had no relationship, if that is what you are
wondering. I have Scott, and am not in love with Logan, nor was I
ever in love with him," Jean replied.
"Hum I am sensing a little regret and anger in your voice now,"
"Look, in all honesty Logan tried to get close. I know he liked me
and well, ok, I admit I was a bit attracted to his spontaneity and
the danger he offers. After I came back here after I returned from
the dead as they say I realized just how much I loved Scott. He was
all I could think about and that's what drove me to survive and get
home again. I settled down with my good guy a stable guy someone
who is gonna be around. Logan would have just been a diversion," Jean
"I understand, but it still hurt him. I don't think you have any idea
how bad he felt. He does have a certain warmth in him, even though he
is tough, macho, and gruff," Danielle replied.
"He hides a sensitive side. He tells everybody he's just `bad ass
Logan.' Gotta be the soldier in him. Look, there is nothing between
him and I, and there never really was," Jean said.
"I won't push any more, but I hear regret in your voice. Maybe a part
of you wishes you could have experienced all of him," Danielle said
sensing it time to end this conversation and Jean escorted Danielle to
the front door.
Scott was waiting for her in his car.
"I need to get home," Danielle said. Jean hands her a transponder.
"You will be in good hands. Scott will see that you get there. Take
this and call if you run into trouble," Jean orders.
"Thanks for all your help, and please thank the Professor for his
generous offer," Danielle said before leaving. Scott opens the door
to the car and helps Danielle in.
Logan returns after spendin' some time outside in the yard.
"Where is she?" he thunders.
"She went home. Scott took her," Jeannie replies.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone come get me so I could say
goodbye?" he asks. His voice is filled with anger and disappointment.
"Logan, why are you reacting this way?" Jean asks.
He was too pissed to answer.
Damn, Jean. Damn Scott. I get on the bike and ride just ride
without lookin'. I ride along the open highway just me and the bike
and the feeling of freedom and with the hope I will pick up her
What the hell am I doing? I'm actin' like a jealous boyfriend. What
the hell should I care? I won't see her again.