Title: Because of This
Author: Duchess Curry
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Implied Wolverine/Nightcrawler
Summary: Thanksgiving makes Logan thankful that he has his own room.
Archive: It's here. But if you can't find it, e-mail me at
Duchess_Curry@yahoo.com and I'll send it to you.
Rating: M (currently) for language, sexual situations, and violence
Parts: 15 - ?
Status: WIP
Series/Sequel: ;) … wait and see
Website: Do you all really think I'm smart enough to run my own website?
Disclaimer: All original X-Men characters belong to the Marvel Entertainment Group. I do not own them, I am just borrowing them for amusement purposes. I do, however, own all original characters which I have made up for the sake of the story (won't list them all, because there's a lot).
Authors notes & Warnings: This only came out one sentence at a time. This is random. Period. Oh yeah, and beware of homicidal pandas.Chapter 15
Logan looked at the remains of the great meal that everyone had eaten. They all were off, cleaning platters, or doing other things. Logan was alone, full, and not nauseous. It felt good. He yawned a little, and got up; wandering around the mansion.
Young students giggled with the students from the other school. Several ran past him, giving him a cheerful hello over their shoulders as they ran off. Logan had to smile at them. They were so innocent and unaware of the danger that lay ahead for their beloved teachers.
The thought made him sigh. `I can't believe I told Charles I'd go back there.' Logan thought. `It was torture.' The baby kicked him in the back. "Yeah, I haven't forgotten about you." He mumbled, trying to massage his lower back where it ached. "I know I just wanted to disappear and have you in private; just to come back with some bull shit story that they'd believe. But I can't do that now." Logan sighed, and trudged on. His back really was aching; just because of the strain of carrying the extra weight of the baby; and there was nothing that accelerated healing could do to stop it. Logan sighed again; trying to control his rising temper.
Logan turned and headed toward his room; not wanting to meet anyone with his unstable emotions. He walked slowly through the corridors; thinking quietly. But his thoughts were invaded by a familiar, giggling voice.
"Joey, you're such a tease." Jubilee's voice rang out. `Joey … Joey …' Logan searched his mind and remembered one of the boys who took one of his classes was called Joe … Joseph Lipschitz. He can stretch or shrink his body into any form …' Logan's thoughts trailed on as he walked into a room. He blinked twice then cleared his throat loudly. The two entwined teenagers seemed to jump apart. "Logan!" Jubilee exclaimed.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I should ask you the same thing. You interrupted us."
"Good thing I did."
"No it's not! Logan, I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm seventeen! I'm old enough to make my own decisions; and that includes who I can date!" Her voice rose.
"You're too young to know what you want!" Logan roared back at her.
"At least I'm not so old I can't feel anything or relate to people!"
Her world pierced Wolverine's heart. He turned and left quickly; hiding his tears from Jubilee. Jubilee who had hurt him. Jubilee who had been like a little sister to him. Jubilee who had always turned to him first. This was too much. Saltwater tears melted down his face as he started to sprint; obscuring his vision. His footsteps pounded down the hall.
`Why the hell is this happening to me? I come here to have a good time, and to stay so I can be with people who love me; and I just promise to go back then I get tortured by those closest to me.'
Logan ran into something solid; soft but solid.
"What is the matter Logan?" Wolverine looked up from the floor where he fell. He looked down again, unable to look the Prof in the face.
"Nothing."
He heard a sigh. "I'm sorry to have made you go so long. And I'm sorry that I'm asking you to do something that I don't want to."
"I'm fine." Logan growled. He watched the Prof nod.
"Go into my office and clean yourself up. They look up to you too much to let them see you like this."
"I'm fine Charles" he growled again.
"Not when you see what I see."
Professor X wheeled away, leaving Logan looking at the floor.
Half an hour later; Logan was composed enough to realize that he was being stupid. Sitting in a comfortable chair that he'd dragged behind Charles's desk, he stopped thinking, his motions like a robot. Wolverine flicked on Charles's computer. Mechanically he clicked and typed.
"You've got mail." The mechanical voice said. It snapped Wolverine out of his trance. He rolled his eyes and clicked on the little mailbox; and glared at the sender's name. But Logan clicked on it.
E-mail:
Hey Logan~
Do you miss me yet?
~RemembranceFor some reason, it made him laugh out loud. "She's somethin' else."
Response:
Remembrance,
Not on your life.
Logan