Title: Can't Fight The Moonlight
Author: Duchess Curry
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: 2 - ?
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 languageAuthors notes: I need to train my muse to do things in sequence … though in Math, randomness is a sequence, so maybe it is …
This isn't beta-ed, just because my usual beta is on vacation, and I'm anxious to get some work done.
Chapter 2
Beeeep! Beeeep! Beeep! Beeeep! Beeeep!
The alarm sounded over and over, calling all of the X-men and the older students who had stayed down into the catacombs to see what was wrong. Logan bolted out of the chair that he had been reading in and ran down. He was almost disappointed to see that he was one of the first there. He pounded the heavy metal door with his fist, and gained admittance. The Prof turned around in his wheelchair; looking much as he did last August. His face was grim.
Logan heard Scott run through the door, and both spoke loudly at the same time. "What's wrong" then both glared at each other. "The Friends of Humanity are attacking innocent people whom they suspect to be mutants on the streets. Scott, I need you to take captain and take the others into the city and stop them."
"Yes Professor." Scott said, and ran off toward the plane.
Still glaring at his younger counterpart, Logan go up and started to run after him.
"Logan, could you stay here a moment, please?"
Wolverine turned around and stared at the Professor. "Sure" he growled. "But I thought that …"
"It's alright Logan. I just need to speak with you." Logan sat in his chair, not far from the Prof. "Logan, until your daughter is a little bigger, I want you to stay here with her instead of going on missions. It's just a precaution with you so …"
"Wait. So you're saying that I can't go?" Logan's growling voice rose.
"For the moment, yes. She needs your care Logan; and if you are injured; even for a short amount of time, you cannot give it to her."
Wolverine let out a great, animalistic roar and stood up abruptly, his chair flying backward as he stormed out of the room. He stormed through the mansion, snapping at any student who came close to him. He forged into his daughter's room and roared out "Stupid brat!" just to have his ears instantly greeted with the sound of a baby's wailing. Logan leaned against the wall and slid down it. He banged the back of his head against the wall, his eyes closed; hiding that there were tears. Wolverine never cried.
Never. Yet here he was; a father, alone with a child that though he now wanted, he had no clue how to take care of on his own. He was a fighter, and he wanted to fight; but he wasn't allowed to. Sure he could go out after them … But he couldn't. Wolverine couldn't leave his daughter. His very loud daughter.
"Isn't there any way that you could shut up?" He asked loudly, trying to talk to the baby over her screams.
"You have to hold her."
Wolverine looked up and saw Skye standing in the doorway. "You have to hold her to get through to her. She doesn't understand words yet." Wolverine kept looking at him, not confused or angry. More drained. He got up and stood on one side of the crib; looked down at his daughter, then back up to the young man that he had helped train to fight as though he was his son.
"Show me."
Skye walked over, and carefully picked up the little girl.
He held her gently, but kept her close. He slowly moved at the waist, side to side. He wails died down to light fussing. Skye looked up at Logan's amazed face. "You try." He handed the baby to her father. She started to fuss again, and Wolverine looked at Skye, half panicked. "Just do what I did."
Logan tried to copy the young man's movements, and she started to calm down. He smiled down at her.
"See, it's not so hard."
Logan looked up at Skye, and smiled at him. "How do you know to do this?"
Skye looked down at the crib. "I had a little brother once. I did most of the taking care of him when he was born. I don't know what happened to him. They came and saved me from my father and older brothers before he grew too big." Logan walked around the crib, and put an arm around his young companion. "I know that it's better that I'm here, but …"
"Yeah. Lately I've been feeling the same way."
Skye looked up at him. "It's strange to find so many people who accept you, problems and all. And then they help you, even when you don't want them to." Logan smiled at him and gave Skye's shoulder a squeeze. He looked down at his daughter who was now sleeping in his arms. Smiling, he lay her back down in the crib.
"Do you miss her?"
Logan looked up at Skye. "Miss who?"
"Remembrance?"
Logan sighed. "No, no I really don't. She was more of a pain in the ass than anything else."
Skye nodded a little, and looked away. "She was better to me than she was to you."
"I believe it."
"Think they'll ever find her?"
Logan shook his head a little. "Hank says that in the condition that she was in, without proper medical care, she wouldn't make it. And Charles says that if he can't find her soon using Cerebro, then …" He trailed off; not wanted to say what both he and Skye knew … That she was probably already dead. "But for you, I hope that she is still alive."
Skye smiled a small smile at him. "Thanks. I know that you don't mean that, but thanks."
Logan watched him leave, not knowing what to say. There were very few people who saw through him that way. One of which he missed with all his heart. Logan allowed himself one of those rare moments where he thought of Nightcrawler. It was a strange feeling stirring inside of him; a cross between a passionate desire, and a raging hate.