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Title: Speaking Moron
Author: K Marie
Email: just_like_rogue at yahoo dot com
Rating: R for language
Summary: “I’m afraid that once your heart is involved it all comes out in moron.” ~Gilmore Girls
Category/Pairing: Fluff. Logan/Marie, Jubilee/Remy
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Logan would always be nekkid. He’s not, so I don’t. “Taste of Ink” belongs to The Used. I don’t own them either.
Archive: WRFA, where ever plum puts ‘em, anyone else, just let me know.
A/N: written for plum_evil’s Quotable Media Challenge.
She tried ignoring the matter completely. Didn’t work. She tried talking to her friends. She even talked to Jean about it. Coded of course, though the idea of hiding something from a telepath seemed a little ridiculous. She thought it over, put it aside, came back to it and still reached the same conclusion.
She, Marie, the Rogue, the girl with untouchable skin was in love. And not with just anybody, but with Logan, the Wolverine, the bad ass loner who didn’t give a damn about anything or anybody.
Except for her.
*****
She knew this because she had told him. Not meaning to, but one night, up late watching tv, it just slipped. She had actually whispered it. “Love ya, Logan.” And with his super hearing of course he heard it. But what amazed her was he didn’t ignore it. Simply whispered back, “Love ya too, Marie.” Marie. Not kid. Not Rogue. Marie. It was enough to make her want to jump up and scream. But she didn’t. Cause she was pretending to be asleep. Had only said it to see what he would say back, or if he would just ignore it. Ok so it didn’t just slip.
She went on pretending to sleep. And he kept stroking her hair and she finally did fall asleep.
He carried her up to her room knowing full well that she had not been asleep when she said she loved him. And she had meant it. So did he. But being Logan, he was gonna wait and see what she said the next day.
*****
“Jubes, your not gonna believe what happened last night.”
“Can’t it wait till I’m actually awake?” Jubilee asked, pulling her pillow over her head.
“No,” Marie said ignoring the fact that her friend needed sleep. “Ok, so I was pretending to be asleep and told Logan that I love him. And he said, and I’m quoting him here, ‘Love ya too, Marie.’ Can you believe it? He said he loves me. Not kid, not Rogue, but me!”
“Hate to bust your bubble chica, but he probably knew that you were awake and just said it cause he thought you wanted to hear it.”
“Oh god. Your right. I never thought about that. Shit. Now what do I do? I can’t go down to breakfast. Oh god, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Sorry, chica. But once your heart gets involved, it all starts coming out in moron.”
“Gee, thanks Jubilee, like I didn’t feel bad enough already,” Rogue said putting on her shirt.
“What? It’s the truth. Never doubt the Gilmore Girls. Their smart chicks. Besides, you remember what it was like when me and Remy first told each other we loved each other.”
“Remember? I’m still tryin’ to forget that.”
“Ok. So just go down there and deal with it.”
“Yeah, I guess your right.”
“Course I am. Now go down there and get your Wolvie.” With that, Jubilee went back to sleep and Rogue headed out the door to breakfast with a plan.
*****
“Hi Logan,” Marie said as she sat down beside him.
“Hey kid. Sleep good last night?” he asked looking up from his breakfast.
“Yeah. I had a really strange dream last night though.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” he asked with fen interest.
“Had a dream that yo-Bobby told me he was in love with me. Can you imagine?” Logan smiled at the thought and Marie’s near slip.
“Yeah, that sounds like a strange dream. Why would I-Icecube tell you that he loves you?” he asked, playing along with her game.
“No clue. What do you think?” she asked taking a sip of her orange juice, and trying to see if he noticed her near slip.
“Think it’s insane. Besides, isn’t Popsicle gay?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. It was a dream. Why would I dream something like that?”
“Who knows. I’m not a physiology expert. Why don’t you ask Jean or Xavier? One of ‘em might know.” Logan looked at his plate and finished up his eggs. “See ya later, kid.”
*****
“Well that was a completely pointless conversation.”
“Rogue, baby, it was a stupid plan,” Jubilee squealed as Remy tickled her.
“Maybe. OK, it was, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“Cause just asking him out right wouldn’t make any sense,” Jubilee said retaliating against the Gambit.
“Mon ami, it’s not fair to grab Remy like that.”
”Well it’s not fair for you to not be ticklish!”
“Back to the problem at hand,” Rogue said. “I have to find a way to figure out if he meant it or not.” Marie stared at the couple on the bed. “You guys! This is serious.”
“So is this Roguey. I have to get him back somehow.”
“If it will make you feel better, chere, Remy will ask de Wolverine how he feels about you.”
“Yeah, I guess. Thanks Remy.”
*****
Logan stared at the boy coming into the room. Gambit was on a mission, that much was obvious, but Logan didn’t see Jubilee anywhere around. And he was heading towards Logan.
“What do you want Remy?” Logan asked before he a chance to say anything.
“Your chere, Rogue, she be wantin’ to know if you love her. Said you be sayin’ so the other night.”
“Kinda obvious isn’t it?”
“To everyone but her, no? Remy figured as much, but told her he’d ask. What you want Remy to tell her?”
“Well since she’s playin’ games, think I can play one too. Tell ‘er ya asked, and I told ya ta fuck off.”
“Ok. Can Remy let Jubilee know what’s goin’ on so she can play too?”
“Sure, but if Marie finds out we’re playin’ a trick on her, I’m skinnin’ you Frenchy.” Remy laughed as he left to go find Jubilee.
*****
“So we’re gonna keep Rogue pissed off at Wolvie? Oh, hell yeah. This is gonna be fun,” Jubilee told Remy when he explained what was going on to her. “I’m guessing that there will be some kinda fight with those two, and then great makeup sex,” she paused thinking for a second. “Hey maybe we should get into a fight just for the hell of it sometime.”
“If’n you wanna have great sex, chere, all ya have to do is ask Remy and he’ll oblige,” Remy said pulling Jubilee towards him, kissing her and falling onto the bed.
*****
“So? Come on Remy, tell me, what did he say?” Rogue paced around the room nervously, not noticing the rather rumpled sheets on Jubilee’s bed.
“Remy asked, an’ de Wolverine he told Remy to fuck off.”
“Oh great, this is perfect. Maybe I really was dreamin’,” Marie said as she slumped into the desk chair.
“Chica, its no big deal. I mean, maybe he just didn’t wanna tell Remy he’s totally head over heels for you. Maybe you just need to sit him down and ask him yourself.”
“Maybe your right. Should’ve done it to begin with, I guess. Look I’m gonna go work out, I’ll see ya guys later,” Rogue said as she grabbed her gym bag and headed out the door.
“Should we go tell Wolvie-boy where she’s heading?” Jubilee asked after Rogue left.
“Maybe in a minute, no?” Remy said looking at Jubilee.
Jubilee smiled, “Love how your brain works Remy.”
*****
Rogue grabbed her towel and diskman and headed to the stair machine. She figured she’d warm up on that and then work on the weights. What she didn’t expect was that Logan would be there already using the weight machine. Huffing, she pulled on her headphones, turned the volume up to full blast, closed her eyes and started walking, The Used keeping her company and setting her pace.
Logan smiled at the site before him. Marie trying her damnedest to be mad at somebody, probably him, climbing a never ending set of stairs. Headphones on, music turned up so loud he could hear it clearly across the room. Course the super hearing helped with that. Helped him hear her the other night as well. And it helped him hear her right now as she whispered to herself.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I have been that stupid? Its not like he’s ever shown any interest in me anyway. I’m an idiot. That’s all there is to it. I should have never of said that the other night, then I wouldn’t be so pissed at myself right now, and I wouldn’t be so incredibly uncomfortable right now knowing he’s over there doing those exercise that make his back go all ripple-y and making me go even more insane. He knows doing that makes all the girls go insane, Jean and Storm included.” She stopped, and he thought that she knew he was listening but then she started singing. “The taste of ink is getting old, its four a clock in the fucking morning, each day gets more like the next day, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, So here I am, its in my hands and I’ll savor every moment of this…”
Logan stopped. He couldn’t stand playin’ this game anymore. It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair to Marie. He walked over to the stair machine and took of her headphones and said, “You want somethin’ to savor?” Before she could ask him what the hell was goin’ on he leaned over and ever so quickly kissed her, stopping before her skin had a chance to react. “I love ya, Marie. I said so the other night and I know ya heard me. Yer heartbeat was racin’. Ya ain’t got ta say nothin’ right now. Just wanted to let ya know I meant what I said.”
“What the fuck just happened Logan?” Marie asked breathlessly.
“Ya mean when I came over here and kissed ya an’ told ya I love ya?”
“Yeah. Then.”
“I love ya, Marie,” he smiled.
“I love ya too, Logan,” she smiled back.
*****
End
Title: Broken
Author: K Marie
Email: just_like_rogue at yahoo dot com
Rating: G
Summary: “But with a kiss you broke my face.” ~Pyromaniac’s Love Story~ A death in the family sends Marie home, and back to face someone she hasn’t seen in three years.
Category/Pairing: Logan/Marie
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Logan would always be nekkid. He’s not, so I don’t.
Archive: WRFA, where ever plum’s putting ‘em. Anyone else just let me know.
A/N: this is for plum_evil’s Quotable Media Challenge.
David tried not to think about the girl who put him in a coma for six weeks. It was too hard. They told him that after he went into shock that she had laughed. He didn’t seem to remember it like that but trusted other’s memories better than his own. His own memories were broken, scattered, untrustworthy.
Only a few of his memories he trusted. But they were broken and scattered. But he trusted them none the less. They felt right. So he trusted them. He remembered that Marie was a sweet girl. And she was talking about taking a trip to Alaska after high school. And that he had wanted to kiss her. It was nice, what he could remember, nothing like the stories they told him now.
*****
Marie didn’t tell Logan this, but she thought about David a lot. It was weird, because she could feel him in her brain but couldn’t remember any of his specific memories or feelings like she could with Logan or Erik. Maybe it was because he was the first person she had imprinted. It really didn’t matter why, but for some reason she thought about him more than the other two. She’d even tried to call him once when she heard he was doing better.
But more than that, she wanted to see him. To see with her own eyes that he was ok.
She’d always been told to be careful for what you wish for.
*****
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you, Marie?” Logan asked for the tenth time since she had learned that her grandmother had died.
“No. I’m not. But I feel like I need to do this myself.”
“Maybe I could go and just stay at a motel or something, just so you’d have someone nearby,” he suggested.
“Logan, I appreciate the offer, really. I do. But I just feel like it’s important for me to go by myself. Besides, how would I explain to my parents about not taking up their offer to stay with them so I could stay with you?” she smiled as she finished packing the bag in front of her. “I love you Logan, but my parents need me. Especially Momma. Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. Now are you taking me to the train station, or do I get Remy to?”
“Don’t even think about askin’ Gumbo.”
*****
Meridian looked exactly the same as it did when she had left three years earlier. She hadn’t left because of her parents, like everyone seemed to think; she had left for them. She explained this to Logan once and afterwards he never questioned her about it again. The population of Meridian hadn’t looked too fondly on the girl, on the mutant that had put the star football player in a coma for six weeks.
And now she was home again. David was still in a coma when she left, and she wondered how everything had turned out with him a lot. He was one of the people that she planned on looking up while she was home.
But first things first. She paid the cab driver that dropped her off in front of her childhood home. She picked her luggage up off the ground and headed inside.
*****
“Yes, Logan, I’m fine…un huh…Of course, they’re treating me right. They are my family…Yes I know you’re my family too. Listen Logan, I have to go suga. I love you.”
“Interesting phone conversation, baby.”
“He worries, it’s sweet. How are you doin’ Momma?”
“I’m ok. I’ve been worse. Like when my only daughter ran off and didn’t let me know where she was for eight months.”
“Yeah, but ever since then she’s called you at least once a month and written you every week.”
“Yes she has done that,” Marie’s mother moved towards her daughter and hugged her. “It’s good to have you home, even if it’s only for a week or so.” Teresa held her daughter at arm’s length. “So. Tell me about this Logan. Does he make you happy?”
“He’s wonderful Momma. And yes he makes me happy.”
“Good. Cause I wouldn’t want to have to get on a train and go all the way to New York to straighten him out.”
*****
Marie looked at the grocery list one more time. She had everything on it but one thing. And she had no clue what on earth a rutabaga looked like. She walked up to the man who was adding more bananas to a pile. “Excuse me, I’m a little confused. I need to find a rutabaga and have no clue what ta look for. Can ya help me?” The young man stood up and turned around. “David?”
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“Ya, ya don’t remember me do ya?”
“Can’t say I do miss.”
“I’m, I’m Rogue-I mean, Marie.”
David looked at the young woman standing in front of him. From what everyone had told him, he was almost expecting her to have two heads. But the girl standing here was normal. Was even pretty. And had two striking white bolts on either side of her face.
“Oh. Um, hi.” He turned to find the vegetable she wanted. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks. So, um, whatca been up to?”
“Working here, finished high school. I’m plannin’ on goin’ to the community college next year. How ‘bout you? I heard you ran away.”
“Yeah. Ended up in New York.”
“City?”
“No. Westchester. But the city’s close by. We go there a lot when we’re not havin’ classes or somethin’.”
“Who’s we?”
“My friends at the school. Logan.”
“He not count as a friend?”
“He’s kinda my boyfriend.”
“Oh.”
“So. Well, thanks. See ya I guess.” She turned to leave.
“Hey Marie.”
“Yeah?”
“Um, did you laugh when I was goin’ inta shock?”
“No, David. I didn’t. I was just as terrified as you were.” She smiled a sad smile with tears in her eyes, and turned the corner. She knew why the tears where there. Because David looked broken. Something in his eyes that should have been there just wasn’t anymore.
*****
“Logan, suga, come get me. Please.”
“What is it darlin’?”
“I just, I can’t stay here. Logan, I, I, I saw David today. He asked me if I laughed when he was goin’ into shock. I need you Logan. Please. I feel like I’m broken, I need you to fix me.”
“It’s ok baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank ya Logan. I love ya.”
“Love ya too Marie. I’ll see ya soon.”
*****
“Is this where Marie’s parent’s live?”
“Yes it is. Can I ask ya who ya are?”
“I’m Logan,” he replied gruffly to the woman standing between him and Marie.
“Oh! Marie told me about ya. Come on in,” Teresa said opening the screen door. “We’ll go get her.”
*****
“Marie, honey, you’ll never guess who’s here,” Teresa said knocking on her daughter’s door.
“Unless it’s Logan I don’t wanna see anybody,” the voice on the other side said.
“Ok, so maybe ya will guess,” Teresa smiled opening the door.
“Hey kid.” Logan had never been hit by a freight train before, but he was pretty sure he knew what it felt like now. The girl sobbing in his arms almost resembled Marie. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok,” he whispered into her hair as gloved hands clutched on to his shoulders. Logan nodded at Marie’s mother as she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. “It’s ok. I’m here, it’s ok, your gonna be fine.”
“Logan, it’s just all too much. Everything. My grandmother, and then the other afternoon with David. And just bein’ back here. Half the people I use to know won’t even look at me. I wanna go home Logan. I miss everybody.”
“Ok, baby. We’re gonna go back. When do ya wanna go?”
“As much as I love my parents, as soon as we can Logan. As soon as we can.”
*****
Two weeks later.
“She understood right? About you needin’ to come back?” Logan asked as Marie hung up the phone.
“Yeah. She just wants me to be happy. She said I sound happy. I told her I am.”
“Well I sure hope so. Cause I’d hate to think I dragged ya away from her for no good reason.”
“You big idiot.” Marie settled back onto the bed and into his arms. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Um, no. I think ya need ta show me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said leaning over to kiss the girl in his arms.
*****
End
Author: K Marie
Email: just_like_rogue at yahoo dot com
Rating: R for language
Summary: “I’m afraid that once your heart is involved it all comes out in moron.” ~Gilmore Girls
Category/Pairing: Fluff. Logan/Marie, Jubilee/Remy
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Logan would always be nekkid. He’s not, so I don’t. “Taste of Ink” belongs to The Used. I don’t own them either.
Archive: WRFA, where ever plum puts ‘em, anyone else, just let me know.
A/N: written for plum_evil’s Quotable Media Challenge.
She tried ignoring the matter completely. Didn’t work. She tried talking to her friends. She even talked to Jean about it. Coded of course, though the idea of hiding something from a telepath seemed a little ridiculous. She thought it over, put it aside, came back to it and still reached the same conclusion.
She, Marie, the Rogue, the girl with untouchable skin was in love. And not with just anybody, but with Logan, the Wolverine, the bad ass loner who didn’t give a damn about anything or anybody.
Except for her.
*****
She knew this because she had told him. Not meaning to, but one night, up late watching tv, it just slipped. She had actually whispered it. “Love ya, Logan.” And with his super hearing of course he heard it. But what amazed her was he didn’t ignore it. Simply whispered back, “Love ya too, Marie.” Marie. Not kid. Not Rogue. Marie. It was enough to make her want to jump up and scream. But she didn’t. Cause she was pretending to be asleep. Had only said it to see what he would say back, or if he would just ignore it. Ok so it didn’t just slip.
She went on pretending to sleep. And he kept stroking her hair and she finally did fall asleep.
He carried her up to her room knowing full well that she had not been asleep when she said she loved him. And she had meant it. So did he. But being Logan, he was gonna wait and see what she said the next day.
*****
“Jubes, your not gonna believe what happened last night.”
“Can’t it wait till I’m actually awake?” Jubilee asked, pulling her pillow over her head.
“No,” Marie said ignoring the fact that her friend needed sleep. “Ok, so I was pretending to be asleep and told Logan that I love him. And he said, and I’m quoting him here, ‘Love ya too, Marie.’ Can you believe it? He said he loves me. Not kid, not Rogue, but me!”
“Hate to bust your bubble chica, but he probably knew that you were awake and just said it cause he thought you wanted to hear it.”
“Oh god. Your right. I never thought about that. Shit. Now what do I do? I can’t go down to breakfast. Oh god, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Sorry, chica. But once your heart gets involved, it all starts coming out in moron.”
“Gee, thanks Jubilee, like I didn’t feel bad enough already,” Rogue said putting on her shirt.
“What? It’s the truth. Never doubt the Gilmore Girls. Their smart chicks. Besides, you remember what it was like when me and Remy first told each other we loved each other.”
“Remember? I’m still tryin’ to forget that.”
“Ok. So just go down there and deal with it.”
“Yeah, I guess your right.”
“Course I am. Now go down there and get your Wolvie.” With that, Jubilee went back to sleep and Rogue headed out the door to breakfast with a plan.
*****
“Hi Logan,” Marie said as she sat down beside him.
“Hey kid. Sleep good last night?” he asked looking up from his breakfast.
“Yeah. I had a really strange dream last night though.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” he asked with fen interest.
“Had a dream that yo-Bobby told me he was in love with me. Can you imagine?” Logan smiled at the thought and Marie’s near slip.
“Yeah, that sounds like a strange dream. Why would I-Icecube tell you that he loves you?” he asked, playing along with her game.
“No clue. What do you think?” she asked taking a sip of her orange juice, and trying to see if he noticed her near slip.
“Think it’s insane. Besides, isn’t Popsicle gay?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point. It was a dream. Why would I dream something like that?”
“Who knows. I’m not a physiology expert. Why don’t you ask Jean or Xavier? One of ‘em might know.” Logan looked at his plate and finished up his eggs. “See ya later, kid.”
*****
“Well that was a completely pointless conversation.”
“Rogue, baby, it was a stupid plan,” Jubilee squealed as Remy tickled her.
“Maybe. OK, it was, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“Cause just asking him out right wouldn’t make any sense,” Jubilee said retaliating against the Gambit.
“Mon ami, it’s not fair to grab Remy like that.”
”Well it’s not fair for you to not be ticklish!”
“Back to the problem at hand,” Rogue said. “I have to find a way to figure out if he meant it or not.” Marie stared at the couple on the bed. “You guys! This is serious.”
“So is this Roguey. I have to get him back somehow.”
“If it will make you feel better, chere, Remy will ask de Wolverine how he feels about you.”
“Yeah, I guess. Thanks Remy.”
*****
Logan stared at the boy coming into the room. Gambit was on a mission, that much was obvious, but Logan didn’t see Jubilee anywhere around. And he was heading towards Logan.
“What do you want Remy?” Logan asked before he a chance to say anything.
“Your chere, Rogue, she be wantin’ to know if you love her. Said you be sayin’ so the other night.”
“Kinda obvious isn’t it?”
“To everyone but her, no? Remy figured as much, but told her he’d ask. What you want Remy to tell her?”
“Well since she’s playin’ games, think I can play one too. Tell ‘er ya asked, and I told ya ta fuck off.”
“Ok. Can Remy let Jubilee know what’s goin’ on so she can play too?”
“Sure, but if Marie finds out we’re playin’ a trick on her, I’m skinnin’ you Frenchy.” Remy laughed as he left to go find Jubilee.
*****
“So we’re gonna keep Rogue pissed off at Wolvie? Oh, hell yeah. This is gonna be fun,” Jubilee told Remy when he explained what was going on to her. “I’m guessing that there will be some kinda fight with those two, and then great makeup sex,” she paused thinking for a second. “Hey maybe we should get into a fight just for the hell of it sometime.”
“If’n you wanna have great sex, chere, all ya have to do is ask Remy and he’ll oblige,” Remy said pulling Jubilee towards him, kissing her and falling onto the bed.
*****
“So? Come on Remy, tell me, what did he say?” Rogue paced around the room nervously, not noticing the rather rumpled sheets on Jubilee’s bed.
“Remy asked, an’ de Wolverine he told Remy to fuck off.”
“Oh great, this is perfect. Maybe I really was dreamin’,” Marie said as she slumped into the desk chair.
“Chica, its no big deal. I mean, maybe he just didn’t wanna tell Remy he’s totally head over heels for you. Maybe you just need to sit him down and ask him yourself.”
“Maybe your right. Should’ve done it to begin with, I guess. Look I’m gonna go work out, I’ll see ya guys later,” Rogue said as she grabbed her gym bag and headed out the door.
“Should we go tell Wolvie-boy where she’s heading?” Jubilee asked after Rogue left.
“Maybe in a minute, no?” Remy said looking at Jubilee.
Jubilee smiled, “Love how your brain works Remy.”
*****
Rogue grabbed her towel and diskman and headed to the stair machine. She figured she’d warm up on that and then work on the weights. What she didn’t expect was that Logan would be there already using the weight machine. Huffing, she pulled on her headphones, turned the volume up to full blast, closed her eyes and started walking, The Used keeping her company and setting her pace.
Logan smiled at the site before him. Marie trying her damnedest to be mad at somebody, probably him, climbing a never ending set of stairs. Headphones on, music turned up so loud he could hear it clearly across the room. Course the super hearing helped with that. Helped him hear her the other night as well. And it helped him hear her right now as she whispered to herself.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I have been that stupid? Its not like he’s ever shown any interest in me anyway. I’m an idiot. That’s all there is to it. I should have never of said that the other night, then I wouldn’t be so pissed at myself right now, and I wouldn’t be so incredibly uncomfortable right now knowing he’s over there doing those exercise that make his back go all ripple-y and making me go even more insane. He knows doing that makes all the girls go insane, Jean and Storm included.” She stopped, and he thought that she knew he was listening but then she started singing. “The taste of ink is getting old, its four a clock in the fucking morning, each day gets more like the next day, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, So here I am, its in my hands and I’ll savor every moment of this…”
Logan stopped. He couldn’t stand playin’ this game anymore. It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair to Marie. He walked over to the stair machine and took of her headphones and said, “You want somethin’ to savor?” Before she could ask him what the hell was goin’ on he leaned over and ever so quickly kissed her, stopping before her skin had a chance to react. “I love ya, Marie. I said so the other night and I know ya heard me. Yer heartbeat was racin’. Ya ain’t got ta say nothin’ right now. Just wanted to let ya know I meant what I said.”
“What the fuck just happened Logan?” Marie asked breathlessly.
“Ya mean when I came over here and kissed ya an’ told ya I love ya?”
“Yeah. Then.”
“I love ya, Marie,” he smiled.
“I love ya too, Logan,” she smiled back.
*****
End
Title: Broken
Author: K Marie
Email: just_like_rogue at yahoo dot com
Rating: G
Summary: “But with a kiss you broke my face.” ~Pyromaniac’s Love Story~ A death in the family sends Marie home, and back to face someone she hasn’t seen in three years.
Category/Pairing: Logan/Marie
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Logan would always be nekkid. He’s not, so I don’t.
Archive: WRFA, where ever plum’s putting ‘em. Anyone else just let me know.
A/N: this is for plum_evil’s Quotable Media Challenge.
David tried not to think about the girl who put him in a coma for six weeks. It was too hard. They told him that after he went into shock that she had laughed. He didn’t seem to remember it like that but trusted other’s memories better than his own. His own memories were broken, scattered, untrustworthy.
Only a few of his memories he trusted. But they were broken and scattered. But he trusted them none the less. They felt right. So he trusted them. He remembered that Marie was a sweet girl. And she was talking about taking a trip to Alaska after high school. And that he had wanted to kiss her. It was nice, what he could remember, nothing like the stories they told him now.
*****
Marie didn’t tell Logan this, but she thought about David a lot. It was weird, because she could feel him in her brain but couldn’t remember any of his specific memories or feelings like she could with Logan or Erik. Maybe it was because he was the first person she had imprinted. It really didn’t matter why, but for some reason she thought about him more than the other two. She’d even tried to call him once when she heard he was doing better.
But more than that, she wanted to see him. To see with her own eyes that he was ok.
She’d always been told to be careful for what you wish for.
*****
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you, Marie?” Logan asked for the tenth time since she had learned that her grandmother had died.
“No. I’m not. But I feel like I need to do this myself.”
“Maybe I could go and just stay at a motel or something, just so you’d have someone nearby,” he suggested.
“Logan, I appreciate the offer, really. I do. But I just feel like it’s important for me to go by myself. Besides, how would I explain to my parents about not taking up their offer to stay with them so I could stay with you?” she smiled as she finished packing the bag in front of her. “I love you Logan, but my parents need me. Especially Momma. Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. Now are you taking me to the train station, or do I get Remy to?”
“Don’t even think about askin’ Gumbo.”
*****
Meridian looked exactly the same as it did when she had left three years earlier. She hadn’t left because of her parents, like everyone seemed to think; she had left for them. She explained this to Logan once and afterwards he never questioned her about it again. The population of Meridian hadn’t looked too fondly on the girl, on the mutant that had put the star football player in a coma for six weeks.
And now she was home again. David was still in a coma when she left, and she wondered how everything had turned out with him a lot. He was one of the people that she planned on looking up while she was home.
But first things first. She paid the cab driver that dropped her off in front of her childhood home. She picked her luggage up off the ground and headed inside.
*****
“Yes, Logan, I’m fine…un huh…Of course, they’re treating me right. They are my family…Yes I know you’re my family too. Listen Logan, I have to go suga. I love you.”
“Interesting phone conversation, baby.”
“He worries, it’s sweet. How are you doin’ Momma?”
“I’m ok. I’ve been worse. Like when my only daughter ran off and didn’t let me know where she was for eight months.”
“Yeah, but ever since then she’s called you at least once a month and written you every week.”
“Yes she has done that,” Marie’s mother moved towards her daughter and hugged her. “It’s good to have you home, even if it’s only for a week or so.” Teresa held her daughter at arm’s length. “So. Tell me about this Logan. Does he make you happy?”
“He’s wonderful Momma. And yes he makes me happy.”
“Good. Cause I wouldn’t want to have to get on a train and go all the way to New York to straighten him out.”
*****
Marie looked at the grocery list one more time. She had everything on it but one thing. And she had no clue what on earth a rutabaga looked like. She walked up to the man who was adding more bananas to a pile. “Excuse me, I’m a little confused. I need to find a rutabaga and have no clue what ta look for. Can ya help me?” The young man stood up and turned around. “David?”
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“Ya, ya don’t remember me do ya?”
“Can’t say I do miss.”
“I’m, I’m Rogue-I mean, Marie.”
David looked at the young woman standing in front of him. From what everyone had told him, he was almost expecting her to have two heads. But the girl standing here was normal. Was even pretty. And had two striking white bolts on either side of her face.
“Oh. Um, hi.” He turned to find the vegetable she wanted. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks. So, um, whatca been up to?”
“Working here, finished high school. I’m plannin’ on goin’ to the community college next year. How ‘bout you? I heard you ran away.”
“Yeah. Ended up in New York.”
“City?”
“No. Westchester. But the city’s close by. We go there a lot when we’re not havin’ classes or somethin’.”
“Who’s we?”
“My friends at the school. Logan.”
“He not count as a friend?”
“He’s kinda my boyfriend.”
“Oh.”
“So. Well, thanks. See ya I guess.” She turned to leave.
“Hey Marie.”
“Yeah?”
“Um, did you laugh when I was goin’ inta shock?”
“No, David. I didn’t. I was just as terrified as you were.” She smiled a sad smile with tears in her eyes, and turned the corner. She knew why the tears where there. Because David looked broken. Something in his eyes that should have been there just wasn’t anymore.
*****
“Logan, suga, come get me. Please.”
“What is it darlin’?”
“I just, I can’t stay here. Logan, I, I, I saw David today. He asked me if I laughed when he was goin’ into shock. I need you Logan. Please. I feel like I’m broken, I need you to fix me.”
“It’s ok baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank ya Logan. I love ya.”
“Love ya too Marie. I’ll see ya soon.”
*****
“Is this where Marie’s parent’s live?”
“Yes it is. Can I ask ya who ya are?”
“I’m Logan,” he replied gruffly to the woman standing between him and Marie.
“Oh! Marie told me about ya. Come on in,” Teresa said opening the screen door. “We’ll go get her.”
*****
“Marie, honey, you’ll never guess who’s here,” Teresa said knocking on her daughter’s door.
“Unless it’s Logan I don’t wanna see anybody,” the voice on the other side said.
“Ok, so maybe ya will guess,” Teresa smiled opening the door.
“Hey kid.” Logan had never been hit by a freight train before, but he was pretty sure he knew what it felt like now. The girl sobbing in his arms almost resembled Marie. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok,” he whispered into her hair as gloved hands clutched on to his shoulders. Logan nodded at Marie’s mother as she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. “It’s ok. I’m here, it’s ok, your gonna be fine.”
“Logan, it’s just all too much. Everything. My grandmother, and then the other afternoon with David. And just bein’ back here. Half the people I use to know won’t even look at me. I wanna go home Logan. I miss everybody.”
“Ok, baby. We’re gonna go back. When do ya wanna go?”
“As much as I love my parents, as soon as we can Logan. As soon as we can.”
*****
Two weeks later.
“She understood right? About you needin’ to come back?” Logan asked as Marie hung up the phone.
“Yeah. She just wants me to be happy. She said I sound happy. I told her I am.”
“Well I sure hope so. Cause I’d hate to think I dragged ya away from her for no good reason.”
“You big idiot.” Marie settled back onto the bed and into his arms. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Um, no. I think ya need ta show me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said leaning over to kiss the girl in his arms.
*****
End