Title: Freefalling
Author: Nightmyr
Summary: Logan helps Marie talk about her most recent traumatic experience.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Started: December 5, 2003
Finished: December 8, 2003
Author's comment: A short, post X2: X-Men United, dialogue that I --not surprisingly-- wrote while procrastinating. All feedback is welcome and appreciated.


Freefalling

"You okay?"

yelp

"God, Logan, you scared me. Make some noise once in a while, would you."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Fine huh? Then, congratulations on those great crocodile tears. You practicing for when you officially dump Icecube?"

"Logan."

"Come on, Marie, talk to me."

"You want something to drink?"

"Marie."

"Really, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm thinkin' it has something to do with the movie we were watchin'."

"Yeah, the stupid action flick bored me to tears."

"Boring or not, it brought up some bad memories. You think I didn't notice that you left the room when people were skydiving out of an airplane?"

"…"

"You almost died, Marie."

"All of humanity almost died that day."

"You more than others. You were sucked out of the jet and went plummeting to earth, for God's sake."

"I'm okay, Kurt got me."

"But you didn't know he'd go after you. You didn't know-"

sniff

"Marie…"

"I was scared. I was scared and then I wasn't anymore. I- I just stopped caring. I was falling and I was thinking 'Oh, well, that was my life. Not so bad overall… The view's nice from up here. Wonder if it'll hurt when I go splat.'… But then I felt his arms around me and I was in the jet again. And I couldn't look anyone in the face because I knew they'd see that I was a little disappointed to be back… I was a little pissed off because I wasn't completely free anymore, I had to start caring again."

"Jesus, kid."

"I thanked Kurt later that night. Not- not because of what he'd done specifically for me, but because he's the kind of person who would do something like that for anyone. I thanked him for being such a giving person even after everything he's been through. Sorta like you."

"…"

"It was also completely different with you, though… On the statue I wasn't ready to die. I was scared and then I was in pain, but- but I never stopped hoping and begging to live. You gave me your life when I wanted it- needed it most. But once I was out of that plane, that moment, I was ready… I know you know how it feels to be ready. All those times you've begged for death."

"Shit."

"But you're not ready now. And neither am I. I guess- I guess you don't know until the moment comes. So, I wasn't ready the first time. I was the second. Now I'm worried about the third. And whether I'm ready or not, what are that chances that I'll be able to cheat death again?"

"Well, considerin' the company you keep, Darlin', the chances are pretty damn good."

"Yeah. Guess so."

"C'mere"

"I love your hugs."

"Yeah, why's that?"

"Well, primarily because you give me some. You don't act scared of me. Cause they're real all-out hugs. You don't do them half way."

"That's right, no pansy-ass hugs from me."

"If you want to be even more sure not to look like a pansy, you have my permission to grab my ass… Ouch! I said grab, not pinch."

"Oh, okay, let me try again then… how's that?"

"Better. You're learning."

"Heh."

"I can hear your heart beat."

"I can hear yours too."

"Ha, you can probably also hear all the ones in the next room."

"Nah. TV's too loud."

"Oh. It's just you and me, then."

"Yup… always."

"What'd you say?"

"Nothin'."