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10 December 2009 @ 11:08 am
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07 December 2009 @ 12:46 am
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02 December 2009 @ 05:04 pm
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13 August 2009 @ 04:08 am
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12 August 2009 @ 10:01 pm
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neobamboom253
12 August 2009 @ 02:47 am
 Title: Almost Lover
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes: First couple chapters are short. Just a warning.





 

As I ran with the pack, I felt free. Free from the memories of Marie; free from Jean’s persistence in making me feel better; free from trying to just be Logan. This was who I really was. This was who I was meant to be since the day I was born. I wasn’t meant to live in confinement, especially not the invisible confinement Xavier had put me in. You can’t cage the Wolverine. You. Just. Can’t. No matter how hard you try it will find a way out, find a way to the surface.

We continued to run. The dirt was soft under my bare feet. The mountain breeze swept through my hair. Then I smelled a deer. It wasn’t far from where we were. I stopped dead in my tracks. The pack followed suit. I closed my eyes and let the smell of the deer find me. It took me only a few moments to find the direction it was in: north. I let out a low growl, signaling the pack to follow me. We quietly headed in the direction of the deer. 

It only took about ten minutes to find it. It was a young doe. She was grazing in a small meadow, her back to us. We waited there for a few moments, looking for an opening before attacking her head on. We came at her from all sides, and I positioned myself for the killing blow. She was a strong one, but eventually the wolves pinned her down, allowing me to finish her. I took my right hand, claws out, and drove them straight into the doe’s heart. She convulsed for a few moments, and then with one last gasp for air…she was gone. 

The animal was at its peak, and it flowed like a river through my body. I let out an accomplished growl. The wolves howled wickedly. Then I looked down at the dead animal beneath me. Only…instead of a doe, I saw Marie. I saw her broken body, lying in a pool of her own blood. I saw fresh tears upon her face, falling from fearful eyes. I sank to my knees. What have I done? I thought to myself. What have I done?

Those words continued to play over and over again in my mind. Tears were flowing from my eyes. I was breathing heavily, my hands clenched. This was what Marie had been: just a harmless doe, murdered at the hand of a monster

I hunched over, my face inches away from the doe’s. I grabbed the doe by the head, and stroked its muzzle with my thumbs. Its velvety fur reminded me of Marie’s long black gloves. I wept tears of the deepest sorrow. 

The wolves felt my pain and tried to make me feel better. They licked my arms and whimpered. After a few moments I stood up, scooping the doe into my arms. The wolves did not pounce at the carcass. They knew what I wanted to do with it. 

The pack and I walked to where the doe had been grazing earlier. It was a sunny spot with lots of succulent plants to be eaten. I placed the doe next to a small patch of wild sunflowers - Marie’s favorite. Even up to the day she died, Marie had always kept a small vase full of them next to her bed. They were simple, but elegant-just like her. 

I gently placed the doe next to the sunflowers. It was beautiful, even in death. I kneeled down, and carefully closed its eyes. As I went to stand back up, I ran my fingers slowly down its muzzle, remembering how Marie’s black gloves felt.

 

 


 
 
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neobamboom253
12 August 2009 @ 02:44 am
  Title: Almost Lover
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes:Problems soon to be fixed!




I looked at the closed door for a few moments, contemplating. Should I really take her up on that offer? I thought to myself. No. What does she know? She’s never felt such a pain before. This pain I was feeling was deeper than losing someone to a puppy dog romance. This was the type of pain that you could physically feel. The kind that at any given moment could hit you from the side and knock you off your feet.

I couldn’t stand being in that house a moment longer. I quickly threw my clothes from the day before on, pulled on my biker boots and jacket, and headed for my bedroom door. I reached for my keys on the dresser next to the door, that’s where I saw them. Those damned dog tags. She had given them to me, not long before she had died. Even though the smell of metal was prominent on them, I could smell her beautiful scent. I grabbed them, and held them to my nose. I let that sweet and succulent scent flow through me. I closed my eyes and I saw her that day on the train. I saw the desperation in her eyes, the need for my love, the love that I felt for her, but never truly gave her. It’s what she had really needed her entire life, and I the one person she truly wanted it from, was to stupid give it to her. Why? Because of my wretched pride. Because the Wolverine doesn’t show his feelings. I broke that beautiful soul without a second glance. I tore that beautiful creature apart.

Now angry with myself, I put the tags around my neck, grabbed my keys and headed towards the door. I didn’t care if I awoke anyone up; I just needed to get out of this house. I swiftly head for the garage, my anger rising, the animal rising. Who gave a damn if I was about to turn into the Wolverine? Most of the people here hated my guts. I jumped onto the bike; it sunk low on its shocks from the weight of the adamantium in my body. I then reached into my coat pocket, grabbed a Cuban cigar and my lighter. I stuck the cigar between my teeth, flicked a flame out of the lighter. After I took a drag from the cigar I started the engine to my bike. It roared viciously.

As I got onto a deserted highway I let my animal instincts take over. I could hear everything in the surrounding forest. I could smell the heard of deer nearby grazing. The wind through my hair was a wonderful feeling. The animal had almost completely taken over, and it felt good.

I saw a pull off ahead on the road, next to a forest trail. I decided I would burn some energy running. I pulled off of the road, and climbed off the bike. The smell of the forest always brought a familiar feeling to me. Not that I could remember why I felt it. The morning sun was steadily rising, which added elegant shadows across the ground as it protruded through the trees. I walked into a small patch of light, and let the heat seep into my skin. I inhaled the sweet forest air.

Suddenly I had the urge, the urge to run free in the woods. I heard the sound of a wolf pack near. Their persistent howls were inviting. It was then that the animal completely over took me. I ripped my jacket off, then my boots. I let out a low snarl, and quickly released my claws. I loved the smell they let off, warm adamantium.

I heard the leader of the pack howl, calling me to them once more, I ran towards the smell, towards the sound of them. Marie was the last thing on my mind at this point. The only thing I wanted was to run with creatures with instincts like me. I wanted to find something and simply kill it. I wanted to become the animal and never go back to the pain.

 
 
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neobamboom253
12 August 2009 @ 02:41 am
  Title: Almost Lover
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes: Problems soon to be fixed.




I awoke suddenly, my eyes flinging themselves open. I was covered in a cold sweat. That dream….why always that dream? I thought to myself, but then I realized something.That was never a dream, I really did say that to her. Not only that I had meant it! I swung my legs over the side of the bed and placed them on the cold hard wood floor. I then leaned forward, my elbow resting on my knee, and my hand holding my head like a catchers mitt held a ball. I replayed those memories in my head, the way she had looked, she had smelled, the way she made his heart skip a beat.

Then came the darker memories, the ones from the most recent past. Her death. I grunted. Don’t think about that you idiot, don’t do it. To late, I had been right there when it had happened, I was so close to her, I could’ve done something. I tensed. My fists were in tight balls and I was slowly turning to the other side. I was turning into the Wolverine.

“Logan?” a soft voice said from my doorway. Logan looked up to see Jean, she was in a pair of pajama shorts, and a long button-up shirt, and no doubt it was Scott’s. She looked concerned. Not that it wasn’t normal for Jean to be concerned, it was her nature. Quickly assessing the situation, Jean ran over to Logan, and placed her hands near my temples. “Logan!” She said sternly “Logan please listen to me! You can get through this! Don’t let the animal take over Logan!” she struggled with me, using her powers to calm my mind.

Slowly I progressed farther and farther away from turning to the animal side of myself. I took a deep breath, letting the oxygen set in my lungs for a few moments before I exhaled. Jean had set herself next to me on the bed. Thankfully none of the others had awakened, that was the last thing I needed. Jean was the only other person than Chuck that I really trusted. She put her hand on my back, and I continued to take deep breaths. She said nothing; she knew that I just needed to calm down a bit more.

“Jean” is said softly. She put a single finger on my lips. Signaling me not to speak. She then turned my body towards hers, and placed one hand upon my right cheek. Her eyes were full of worry, full of the need to help me. We both knew thought that there wasn’t much that could be fixed. As I looked at her concerned face I felt a strange presence in the room. It felt so much like Marie, and for one fleeting moment I thought I smelled the scent of her tangy shampoo. Jean sensed what I was feeling.

“She will never leave you Logan.” She smiled “don’t ever forget that.” With this she stood up, ran her fingers through my hair, smiled and headed for the door. She stopped just as she reached for the doorknob. She then looked back at me, the most loving look on her face. One of a mother concerned for a son. “Don’t ever hesitate to talk to me about her, or anything Logan. I’m always here for you.” She then turned and left the room.




 
 
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