Coming Clean, Kurt & Logan, PG
Drabble, Kurt & Logan, friendship
Kurt questions his best friend's actions in X-force.
Thanks to tinkcph for the beta!
Crossposted to logurt, xfiction and my own journal.
Background info for those of you who don't read X-force:
Scott has reformed X-force into a death squad of some sort with Logan as leader. Members of this team include X-23, Warpath & Archangel. The other X-men don't know of this 'shadow'team, with the exception of Hank. Now with X-Necrosha this will change obviously, but this is set right before that.
Coming Clean
Going from the mansion to Magneto’s old, floating rock was a huge, fucking step backwards, as far as Logan was concerned. Utopia, they called it. Right. He was sure Thomas More had at least included en suite bathrooms in his version of the island. Muttering a curse under his breath, he discarded his uniform in a corner of the communal shower room and draped his clean clothes on the bench that was placed alongside the wall.
He had just stepped under the spray of warm water when he heard the door open behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was; Kurt’s smell always held a trace of sulfur, which would clung to his fur whenever he teleported.
Logan knew why Kurt was there. He had been waiting for this for a while now. He had told Scott that someone would realize what was going on sooner or later.
Time to come clean.
“So this is what you are now.” It wasn’t a question.
Kurt picked up Logan’s uniform and held it up to him. It was his X-force uniform; black, stained with blood, torn and shredded in several places. He didn’t know what to say to that, so he turned away, continuing to scrub his arms with soap. The hot water almost scalded his back, but it didn’t matter. He just wanted to wash off all the blood that stuck to his skin and matted his hair.
Kurt was persistent, though, he entered the shower room fully and closed the door behind him. Logan’s uniform still in his hands.
“Why did you agree to this? I thought you were past this life.” His voice held a hint of disappointment.
Logan sighed and turned around to face his friend.
“Kurt. Let it go. It’s nothing.”
“I’m not an idiot, Logan. You leave for days, you and your, what is it? Team? Army? Death squad?”
Logan looked away again. Kurt sighed and continued in a softer voice.
“You leave only to come back badly injured, riddled with bullet holes and covered in blood.”
“I’m fine. See, not a scratch.” Logan waved his arms indicating his muscular and unscathed body.
Kurt’s yellow eyes narrowed.
“You are far from fine, Logan, and you can’t even see it for yourself.” When he didn’t get a response, Kurt continued. “When I first met you I thought you were a dangerous man. Cold, explosive, insane even, but you proved me wrong. You proved us all wrong.”
Kurt threw the uniform on the tiled floor, disgusted with it.
“Now, when I see you after one of these ‘missions,’ I see that man again. Your eyes are flat, emotionless. You scare me, Logan.”
Logan turned off the water and grabbed the towel he brought earlier. “That man never left, Kurt.”
“If you believe that, you’re even worse off than I thought.”
“The world needs this right now; I’m doing what needs to be done.” Logan dried himself quickly, put on his boxer shorts then wearily ran a hand through his damp hair. He frowned while looking at Kurt. “I told Scott I should do it on my own, you know. He got these kids in this mess, that’s what worries me.”
“It’s not just the kids I’m worried about Logan. He’s using you to do his dirty work too. Just tell him you’ll quit.”
A wry grin appeared on Logan’s face. “I’m the only one who can cross that line. I can’t quit.”
“That’s ridiculous. If Scott wants someone… eliminated, he can call upon other people for that. I know he used Deadpool before.”Kurt paused and picked up Logan’s shirt. “No, it’s something else, isn’t it?” He handed Logan the shirt, who took it from him with a small nod.
“It makes you feel safe. Doing what you know.”
Logan stilled his movements and looked thoughtfully at his hands holding the shirt.
“I was made for this. Literally. I’m good at it. I’m the best.” There was no arrogance in his voice. He really was the best.
“A killer?”
“A soldier, a weapon.”
Kurt shook his head slightly. “You’re much more than that.”
Logan took a hard look at his best friend, contemplating what he just said.
“Maybe.” He donned his pants and added softly: “Maybe not.”
He sat down on the bench to put on his socks. Kurt stood nearby, not knowing what to say to his friend.
“Goddammit!” Logan’s loud curse shook Kurt from his thoughts.
“What? What is it?” He followed Logan’s annoyed look down to his feet where his big toe was sticking from a hole in his sock.
Kurt chortled. “Looks like you need new socks, mein freund.”
“Fuck that.” Logan cursed again. “I need a beer.”
“Let’s go into town.”
Logan stood up, picked up his battered uniform from the floor and threw it in the trash. He then opened the door for Kurt. “Fine, but tab’s on you this time.”
Kurt winced mockingly. “Ouch! My wallet hates your healing factor.”
“Tough luck.” Kurt walked past him into the hallway. “Thanks, Elf.”
Kurt smiled, but continued walking.
“Just remember to put on socks and shoes on your way out. I’ll be waiting on the dock. Slowpoke.”
Logan simply chuckled and set out on a hunt for socks.
Kurt questions his best friend's actions in X-force.
Thanks to tinkcph for the beta!
Crossposted to logurt, xfiction and my own journal.
Background info for those of you who don't read X-force:
Scott has reformed X-force into a death squad of some sort with Logan as leader. Members of this team include X-23, Warpath & Archangel. The other X-men don't know of this 'shadow'team, with the exception of Hank. Now with X-Necrosha this will change obviously, but this is set right before that.
Coming Clean
Going from the mansion to Magneto’s old, floating rock was a huge, fucking step backwards, as far as Logan was concerned. Utopia, they called it. Right. He was sure Thomas More had at least included en suite bathrooms in his version of the island. Muttering a curse under his breath, he discarded his uniform in a corner of the communal shower room and draped his clean clothes on the bench that was placed alongside the wall.
He had just stepped under the spray of warm water when he heard the door open behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was; Kurt’s smell always held a trace of sulfur, which would clung to his fur whenever he teleported.
Logan knew why Kurt was there. He had been waiting for this for a while now. He had told Scott that someone would realize what was going on sooner or later.
Time to come clean.
“So this is what you are now.” It wasn’t a question.
Kurt picked up Logan’s uniform and held it up to him. It was his X-force uniform; black, stained with blood, torn and shredded in several places. He didn’t know what to say to that, so he turned away, continuing to scrub his arms with soap. The hot water almost scalded his back, but it didn’t matter. He just wanted to wash off all the blood that stuck to his skin and matted his hair.
Kurt was persistent, though, he entered the shower room fully and closed the door behind him. Logan’s uniform still in his hands.
“Why did you agree to this? I thought you were past this life.” His voice held a hint of disappointment.
Logan sighed and turned around to face his friend.
“Kurt. Let it go. It’s nothing.”
“I’m not an idiot, Logan. You leave for days, you and your, what is it? Team? Army? Death squad?”
Logan looked away again. Kurt sighed and continued in a softer voice.
“You leave only to come back badly injured, riddled with bullet holes and covered in blood.”
“I’m fine. See, not a scratch.” Logan waved his arms indicating his muscular and unscathed body.
Kurt’s yellow eyes narrowed.
“You are far from fine, Logan, and you can’t even see it for yourself.” When he didn’t get a response, Kurt continued. “When I first met you I thought you were a dangerous man. Cold, explosive, insane even, but you proved me wrong. You proved us all wrong.”
Kurt threw the uniform on the tiled floor, disgusted with it.
“Now, when I see you after one of these ‘missions,’ I see that man again. Your eyes are flat, emotionless. You scare me, Logan.”
Logan turned off the water and grabbed the towel he brought earlier. “That man never left, Kurt.”
“If you believe that, you’re even worse off than I thought.”
“The world needs this right now; I’m doing what needs to be done.” Logan dried himself quickly, put on his boxer shorts then wearily ran a hand through his damp hair. He frowned while looking at Kurt. “I told Scott I should do it on my own, you know. He got these kids in this mess, that’s what worries me.”
“It’s not just the kids I’m worried about Logan. He’s using you to do his dirty work too. Just tell him you’ll quit.”
A wry grin appeared on Logan’s face. “I’m the only one who can cross that line. I can’t quit.”
“That’s ridiculous. If Scott wants someone… eliminated, he can call upon other people for that. I know he used Deadpool before.”Kurt paused and picked up Logan’s shirt. “No, it’s something else, isn’t it?” He handed Logan the shirt, who took it from him with a small nod.
“It makes you feel safe. Doing what you know.”
Logan stilled his movements and looked thoughtfully at his hands holding the shirt.
“I was made for this. Literally. I’m good at it. I’m the best.” There was no arrogance in his voice. He really was the best.
“A killer?”
“A soldier, a weapon.”
Kurt shook his head slightly. “You’re much more than that.”
Logan took a hard look at his best friend, contemplating what he just said.
“Maybe.” He donned his pants and added softly: “Maybe not.”
He sat down on the bench to put on his socks. Kurt stood nearby, not knowing what to say to his friend.
“Goddammit!” Logan’s loud curse shook Kurt from his thoughts.
“What? What is it?” He followed Logan’s annoyed look down to his feet where his big toe was sticking from a hole in his sock.
Kurt chortled. “Looks like you need new socks, mein freund.”
“Fuck that.” Logan cursed again. “I need a beer.”
“Let’s go into town.”
Logan stood up, picked up his battered uniform from the floor and threw it in the trash. He then opened the door for Kurt. “Fine, but tab’s on you this time.”
Kurt winced mockingly. “Ouch! My wallet hates your healing factor.”
“Tough luck.” Kurt walked past him into the hallway. “Thanks, Elf.”
Kurt smiled, but continued walking.
“Just remember to put on socks and shoes on your way out. I’ll be waiting on the dock. Slowpoke.”
Logan simply chuckled and set out on a hunt for socks.