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    Title: Seasons of Growth Chapter 33: When the Brave are Coming Out Author: November Tuesday Email: novemberotica@yahoo.com Rating: G Summary: Logan takes a
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 19, 2003
      Title: Seasons of Growth
      Chapter 33: When the Brave are Coming Out

      Author: November Tuesday

      Email: novemberotica@...

      Rating: G

      Summary: Logan takes a brave leap.

      Continuity: Series begins 3 years after X1.

      Disclaimer: Marvel, Fox, Brian Singer yadda yadda yaddaÂ…

      Archive: Sure, and if it's someplace other than list archives, please
      let me know.

      Feedback: makes me warm and fuzzy

      Author's Notes:

      "When the brave are coming out,
      The dry fight and the dusty shout..."
      --Duran Duran

      Logan stepped out of the truck and pulled the canvases to him. His
      heart was pounding. He had generated a half dozen in the few months
      he'd been painting and he picked out his three best to show Charles.

      He knew the man wasn't god, wasn't even an art critic, but Logan had
      been staring at his work for so long without another person's input
      that it had lost all sense of meaning. And, Charles had promised to
      be honest.

      All Xavier knew was that Logan wanted to show him something, he
      didn't know what. He walked in the door with the three canvases
      wrapped and slung under his arm.

      "Good morning, Logan. Come on in. Would you like tea?"

      "No thanks. How are you today Chuck?"

      "I'm very well. I'll admit I'm very curious to see what is on those
      canvases. They are canvases, I presume?"

      "You presume right." Logan smiled. "You have to promise not to
      bullshit me if they're horrible, okay."

      "I promise. Though hopefully it won't come to that." The corners of
      Xavier's mouth were turning up.

      "Okay." The first painting was a stunning portrait of Rogue. He had
      painted her in her red bridesmaid's dress, looking out the window.
      Logan was proud of this one. The light looked good.

      Charles gasped. He stared at it for a log time during which Logan was
      quietly freaking out. "Did Rogue sit for this?"


      "You painted her from memory."

      "I guess so, yeah."

      "You have a gift, Logan. Let's see the others."

      Logan relaxed. Charles thought they were good. It bothered him that
      it mattered so much to him.
      The next one was one of his Alkali paintings. It was a stark
      interior, a long hall with several cells and dim, diffuse light that
      hovered in the air. Xavier felt tears spring to his eyes and he knew
      instantly that Logan had painted from his nightmares. He tried to
      isolate the quality of the light, the thing that made it great, but
      he failed to do so. It was like looking at a Vermeer.

      "Chuck. You okay?"

      "Logan, do you remember ever studying art?"


      "Do you remember painting before?"

      "No." All he could remember was flashes of torture, faces, and a
      house in a town.

      "Let me see the third one."

      The third canvas was essentially a landscape - all done in gray-blues
      and black - of a highway in a snowstorm just before nightfall. It was
      all dashes of white paint over rough black lines. Though it was the
      most abstract of his three paintings, the light in it was the most
      realistic. Logan had managed to capture that sweet blue light just
      before dark came, how the snow made it resonate.
      Charles looked at it a long time, then leaned back in his chair and
      looked at Logan. "I'm speechless, Logan, really."

      "Not helping, Chuck."

      "They're extraordinary. Artists strive for decades to be able to
      paint light like that."

      "Are you saying you think I was an artist, before?"

      "I can't imagine an amateur just picking up a brush and doing that.
      You would have to have been."

      "I don't remember."

      Charles gestured to the canvas of the interior with cells. "Do you
      remember that?"

      "I remember dreaming it. If I ever actually remembered it, I forgot
      what it was like to remember."

      Logan realized how stupid that sounded but Charles just
      smiled. "Elegantly put, Logan."

      "So, tell me what you like about them," Logan asked.

      "Okay, but first you tell me. What do you like about them?"

      Logan looked at Xavier. Always one to make things complicated, but he
      felt like Charles had a good reason, so he obliged.

      "Well, this one... I always liked that time before dark when it was
      snowing. I like the way the snow makes everything look." Charles

      "And this one - it's from Alkali. When I went there all I got was
      flashes, blips of memory. This is what I think it looked like. I
      like... I dunno, I don't think I like anything about it."

      "Do you feel better after painting it?"

      Logan thought. "I don't know." The emotions that the question
      engendered were complex and he made a mental note to think about it
      later, in private.

      Xavier let it go. "And the portrait of Rogue, what do you like about

      "Well it looks like her, for one thing." Logan smiled and Xavier did
      also. "I like the color. I think someone could look at this and feel
      like they know her a little."

      Xavier nodded. "Now let me tell you what I see. My art history
      knowledge is a bit faded but I know certain things when I see them."

      "First of all, the portrait of Rogue. You use light here in a very
      precise way that shows her inner strength, how tough she is, and also
      shows her softness at the same time. A person could look at this,
      like you said, and know some very important things about her. I like
      the way you're not afraid of color. The folds of her dress are a bit
      off but painting fabric is another thing artists wrestle with for
      years. It will come. It's an amazing portrait. Have you shown it to

      "No." Logan seemed aghast at the idea.

      "You might want to." Xavier smiled knowingly. "Maybe it's just that I
      know the two of you, but to me this painting tells her how you feel
      about her."

      "Well I'm not sure that's something she wants to hear."

      "I beg to differ Logan. Now about this landscape - the way snow
      reflects and refracts light is so hard to capture. I think you've
      done it. It's very emotional too, at least to me. It makes me feel
      warm and cozy, like curling up and going to sleep. Very comforting. A
      lot like the poem about stopping in the woods on a snowy evening."

      Logan nodded. He half-remembered hearing that poem before.

      "This one from your nightmares. I think the fact that there's very
      little detail is interesting. Maybe because you remember it that way.
      Maybe because you consciously chose not to put any. Either way it
      gives it an air of mystery. The dim light gives it a soothing sort of
      feel but the subject matter suggests otherwise. This cloud of light
      here - I've never seen any other artist do that. It's extraordinary.
      It lends it a spiritual quality to it. The light is like a spirit. Is
      it an angel, looking over the people in the torture chambers, or is
      it a demon? You don't know and it sort of drives one crazy. I think
      that's what makes it great."


      "Logan, you have a gift. I hope you don't stop painting. These are so
      good, I have to say, I'm stunned."


      "Do you believe me?"

      "Yeah, shouldn't I?"

      "Yes, you should. I'm being completely honest. Take them to any
      gallery and you'll see."

      "Why is it so important to you whether I believe you?"

      "Because I want to buy this one, if it`s for sale." He indicated the
      snowy landscape.

      "Buy it?"

      "Yes. But I don't want you to think this is charity, because it's
      not. If I saw this in a gallery I'd want to buy it just as much."

      "I won't take your money, Chuck."

      "It's worth some money."

      "Take it. I want you to have it." Logan smiled.

      "Really?" Xavier looked almost like an excited child.

      "You like it and I refuse to take your money. You've done enough, for
      taking care of me, taking care of Marie all these years."

      "Thank you, Logan. That means a great deal to me."

      Logan nodded. It meant a great deal to him too.

      Later that week, the painting was put in an ornate gold leaf antique
      frame and hung in Xavier's office. During a break in the weekly staff
      meeting of A and B team members, Rogue stood up and went to it. Her
      head tilted slightly to the side.

      "Charles, where did you get this? It's amazing."

      Logan pretended to flick dirt off his boots and tried to not smile.

      "It's a gift from a friend of mine. One of his first paintings of
      what I hope will be a long career."

      "It's beautiful."

      "I think so too. You should see his other work." Xavier smiled and
      tossed a glance at Logan. ~I think you should show her the portrait.~

      Logan was too happy to growl at Charles. He didn't even try.

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