Updated PartTitle: Can't Fight The Moonlight
Author: Duchess Curry
Beta: Elerina
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Implied Wolverine/Nightcrawler
Summary: We pick up about a month after "Because of This …" left off. Wolverine is starting to get frustrated with life, and his lack of having one outside of being a father.
Archive: Starting it 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 for language, sexual situations, and violence
Parts: 1 - ?
Status: Work In Progress
Series/Sequel: Sequel to "Because of This …"
Website: Alas, still no.
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).
Warnings: Hmmm .… a little bad language
Authors notes: As I promised, here is the start of the sequel. Happy day all around. Happy day for me too.Chapter 1
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA."
Internally Wolverine groaned as he leaned against his baby's crib, hiding his head in his hands.
"Shut up!" he half yelled as his headache swelled. His daughter was one month and two weeks old, and in all that time, Logan still hadn't figured out how to get her to stop crying. He looked down at her as scowled, wanting rip her to pieces and cuddle her close to comfort her at the same time.
"How can you be so small, but still make so much noise? Huh?" In response to his questions, the baby just wailed louder.
Wolverine clapped his hands over his ears, half roaring from the pain that the noise was causing him. He closed his eyes as he turned around and sat on the ground, leaning against the crib.
`So tired. How am I supposed to do this on my own? But I'm not alone; I've got Charles, and Hank, and all the rest.' He let his head bang into the wooden slats. `But I don't have Kurt. I don't have Kurt and he's the one who would help me right now.' Wolverine sighed and took his hands away from his ears as the crying subsided.
"Is there any way to shut that kid up? It's three-forty-six in the morning, and Aye can't focus on the work I have to do tomorrow if I can't sleep." Wolverine looked up and saw Kevisn in his glowing orange form standing in the doorway. "It's not bad enough that Aye can't …"
"Shut it Kevin." Wolverine growled as he glared at the intruder. "It's not bad enough that I don't know how to help my daughter feel safe enough to sleep; but now you come in here and make me feel stupid for it. I know that her wailing every night disturbs everyone, so you don't have to remind me." Wolverine got up, his claws coming out from his rage as he stormed toward Proteus. "And if your finding Remembrance is so very important, why haven't you done it yet?" Logan stood with Proteus almost towering over him; but his rage emanated so prominently that Kevin shrunk into his human form; leaving him only about a head taller than Wolverine.
"Hey, look …" Kevin started to back away a little. Logan pinned him against the wall, his claws under Kevin's chin.
"Listen Bub! If you don't leave me and my daughter alone I'll slice you into so many little pieces that Jean will be able to cook you in a stir-fry and serve you for dinner. Got it?"
Kevin nodded quickly, and Wolverine released him, his claws sliding back into his arms. "Go to bed." He growled, and turned back into the nursery, back to his daughter.
Logan put his elbows over the railing to the crib and looked down at his daughter who's yellow eyes with blue pupils stared back at him. Wolverine lowered one arm into the crib and let her little hand hold onto one of his thick fingers. He had to smile at her cherub's face.
"Now you're quiet." He shook his head. She blinked a little, her eyes starting to close. "And now you're falling asleep; after I get into trouble for you." His feigned anger dissipated as her hand went limp as she finally slept. Logan watched her for another minute, then collapsed onto the futon that he'd moved into her room so he could be close to her and protect her during the night. Wolverine fell asleep almost immediately; too exhausted to care about what he dreamt about.
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The next night it was the same thing, except without the interruption from Proteus. Early the morning after, Wolverine was down in the kitchen, feeding his daughter. He cuddled her close to his chest, the soft pink blanket tickling both of their skin.
"Ooohhh." Logan looked up, and saw Gambit walking into the room. "Mornin' Logan."
"Hey Cajun." He watched his old friend pour a cup of coffee. "You're up earlier than usual."
"Yeah;" Remy grinned roguishly. "More like I didn't go to sleep."
"Too much work?"
"Too much pleasure." Gambit rubbed his package a little. "I'm even sore from it." Wolverine shook his head a little, and focused on his daughter again. "Ah, I'm sorry for rubbin' it in yer face mon ami. Gambit didn't mean anything'."
"I know."
Remy walked over and smiled down at father and daughter. "Ya know, she really is cute when she's not hollerin' `er `ead off."
Gambit touched Wolverine's shoulder, then said smiling, "Get some rest when ya can."
"Yeah. After that want ta do some training in the danger room?"
Remy nodded. "Sure. Can't let you get out of shape mon ami. Besides, it's been a while since I kicked your ass." Grinning, Gambit left, leaving Wolverine smiling too. He shifted his daughter to his shoulder, and rubbed her back until she let out a little burp. Wolverine held her again, so he could see into her yellow and blue eyes.
"The Cajun doesn't know that Daddy could kick his ass any day; just like he will to anyone who ever tries to hurt you." The little girl gurgled back at him, her innocence melting the hard layers around his heart. He cuddled her close; and let all of the troubles that had piled onto him in the past weeks disperse as they always seemed to when he was with her.