Something you need to know about this story:
Marie has been cured and we're assuming it's permanent. I'm not touching on this because it has no bearing on my story. Starts off just after the events of X3.
Summary: Marie runs away after Logan breaks her heart. While on the road, she encounters Victor, who is more than happy to take his brother's place in her heart and her bed. Can Marie survive her broken heart? Can she survive Victor?
Rating: NC-17/M for Violence/Nonconsensual Sex
Disclaimer: I don't own X Men, but I wouldn't mind renting Victor and Logan.
He killed her. The first woman he had said "I love you" to in over a decade and she had died by his hand.
How fucked up was that?
Logan had been stewing in his room for days, unable to face the outside world. Unable to face the sympathetic looks. Unable to face anyone but Marie.
She did her best to keep him going. She talked to him, drug him down to the gym for workouts and fixed all of his meals.
At first, he was reluctant about accepting her attentions. He knew she held a torch for him, and he didn't want to do anything that might make her think he would end up wanting a future with her.
After all, he was still grieving for Jean. Beautiful, crazy Jean who killed the professor and Scott.
On nights when he was desperately trying to drown his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey, he hated his healing factor. He could only get drunk after (very quickly) downing a full bottle of liquor...and even then, he'd only stay drunk for maybe 20 to 30 minutes before completely sobering up.
That didn't stop him from trying.
Marie would just sit in the chair in his room and sadly watch as he drank himself into an extremely short stupor, while listening to him rant about how fucked up his life was. He'd pull her into his lap and lay drunken kisses on her cheeks and neck, while thanking her for being such a wonderful friend.
By the time he sobered up, she deduced that he either forgot about his show of affection or simply pretended it never happened in the first place.
In reality, it was the latter.
Logan could never get drunk to the point of forgetting...it just wasn't physically possible. But he could get drunk to the point of allowing the dormant parts of his personality to reveal themselves.
The dormant part that was head over heels, truly, deeply in love with the spunky southern Belle he had taken under his wing in Laughlin City.
He desired her in a way that he felt he could never admit.
Logan was still asleep when Marie brought breakfast into his room. It was well past ten in the morning and she was trying to keep him from festering in his room for the whole day.
He grumbled and sat up, causing the sheet to fall away from his naked chest and pool dangerously low on his hips. She tried her best to avert her eyes, but his perfectly chiseled form practically begged for someone to look at it...his body was made for gawking.
Logan rubbed his eyes, "I hope you have beer on that tray, kid."
Marie rolled her eyes, "Logan...it's not even noon yet."
"It's drink thirty somewhere."
"Yea yea, eat your breakfast...then you're comin' down to do some kick boxing with me."
He shoved some bacon in his mouth and regarded her skimpy workout attire carefully. Why did she have to make it so hard for him to keep it in his pants? He swallowed the mouthful of food, "I don't kickbox. I stab and slash."
"Well then, we'll compromise and we can spend our time wrestling."
A vision of a naked Marie throwing him down on a wrestling mat crowded his mind. Before he could get fully lost in his daydream, he let out a simple "Hmph."
She laughed a little as he tried not to acknowledge her flirtation, then busied herself straightening up his room.
She picked up clothes and tossed them into the hamper, then began folding his clean clothes and stashing them away in his dresser.
He'd given up asking her to stop cleaning when she came into his room and just began enjoying his automatic maid service. He often teased her by pointing out things she missed...then she'd give him the finger and tell him he can clean up his own damn mess.
Ten minutes later, she'd be back to cleaning.
Logan finished his breakfast and stood up out of bed, wrapping the sheet around him as he walked to the bathroom to cover his naked lower half.
Marie smirked, "Don't cover up on my account. It's not like the Wolverine inside my head didn't already give that package away."
"Marie!"
She giggled, "What?"
He rolled his eyes and shook his head before closing the bathroom door behind him.
"You're going to kill us."
"Am not..."
"You're right...you're just going to kill you. Slow down, kid."
Logan was gripping onto the dashboard as Marie drove to an unknown destination. She was a wild driver with plenty of road rage to spare. He was thankful when they reached their destination.
Partly because they made it there alive. Mostly because it was a bar.
He was a good boy and had trained and stayed out of his room for most of the day and he assumed that this was his reward for not being such a grumpy asshole.
They played pool, darts and drank...they even talked. Something Logan had done very little of since Alcatraz.
They sat down in a booth and watched the people in the bar move around. There was a peaceful moment of silence between them when Logan got a faraway look in his eyes and looked down into his beer, "I didn't know you could miss something you never had."
Marie's head jerked up, surprised that such a heartfelt sentiment could come from him. He was, no doubt, referring to his and Jeans nonexistent relationship. She nodded, "Yea..." She paused for a second, not wanting to scare the emotional creature that had emerged from the Wolverine back into hiding. "Unrequited love is still love."
He twirled his beer and took a swig before sitting back and glancing around the room...basically doing everything within his power to keep from looking into her eyes, "Guess so."
"At least you're with the guy you love...I hope Ice boy is taking good care of ya."
Marie fiddled with the straw rapper, "Bobby and I broke up a couple of weeks ago."
Logan furrowed his eyebrows. Was he that wrapped up in himself that he didn't even know Marie had gotten her heartbroken? He sighed, "Sorry kid. Do I need to kick his ass?"
She laughed softly and shook her head, "No. It was a mutual decision."
"Wanna talk about it?"
She started to open her mouth, but shook her head, "Nah...I'm fine."
The little voice inside of Logan's heart told him to dig deeper and force her to talk about it...but the voice in his head told him to shut up and order another drink.
He glanced at a couple that was making out in the corner and cringed. It had been too long since he had sex and he was in desperate need of the emotional and physical release it brought.
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