Title: No Fairy Tales Here
Summary: Logan wakes up a bit earlier, after the Statue
Disclaimer: Not mine
Archive: DDFH, Fanfiction.net, and Dolphin Haven.
Notes: This is patheti-angst. Completely lame, but kind of sweet. Not beta-d. If I sent out to a beta this would never be published, I'd be too embarrassed. *hides behind a shrubbery*
He woke on a cold metal table, the melody of his heart rate, harsh on his sensitive ears. He lay there, gathering his wits, telling himself this wasn't the Lab, and he'd left there long ago. No, now he was- the events of nights ago came flooding back to him.
No sooner had the words left his lips, he standing up, fully alert in the darkened lab. He sniffed the air, testing for her scent. It was there, but faint and masked by blood.
He tried to remember but his memory could give him no assurances of her life. Growling he stormed from the lab covered only by bandages and gray sweatpants.
He was glad when the elevator opened and brought him to the upper levels, it meant he didn't have to carve a hole in it. He made his way up two flights of stairs, to the floor he knew held the female dorms. One of the rooms held Marie. If she had survived.
Quietly he opened the door, and tried to single out the smell of oak trees and fresh cut grass, from fake body lotions and deodorant. He stood for a minute but still it eluded him.
Growling quietly he came to one simple conclusion. He failed, he promised to protect her and still she died. He slipped from the dorm as quietly as he had entered it. He stalked to his room, ready to pack and leave this place forever; if he stayed he'd be haunted by a brown-eyed ghost.
So caught up in his own grief, he failed to notice the foreign scent emanating from his room. When he opened the door, he also failed to notice the lump in the middle of his bed. That is, until he sat on it.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
Logan pulled back the covers, and was greeted with the site of her gloved arms flailing about for the blankets. Grabbing them back in triumph, once again she covered herself.
"Go'way," a muffled voice ordered from the hump he assumed was her head.
"I would Goldilocks, but someone is sleeping in my bed," he replied, relief flooding his system.
"'Snot your bed, its Logan's bed," she yawned.
The Blob began to move again, this time with a purpose. "Logan?"
He chuckled when he saw her sleep glazed eyes peering out from behind the green comforter. "The one and only."
"You're, uh, probably wondering why I'm in your bed…"
"You weren't in your room," he stated.
"It got loud…We're you looking for me?"
"Kid, I thought you were dead; hell yes I was looking for you."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry. It's just-"
"Kid-," he sat down next to her on the bed, "-it's ok."
He nodded and reclined, stretching his legs out on the bed and pressed his back against the headboard. As an after thought he reached to the dresser to his left and pulled out a flannel shirt, and slipped it over his head.
Relaxing once more, he looked back to Rogue, and noticed something new. He reached out and pulled at a lock of white hair.
"I think it's kind of exotic," she murmured before tucking her head into his chest.
"Yeah, kid, exotic." and he sat there. Watching her sleep, until the sunlight began to filter through the edges of the curtains.