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Notes: For the purpose of this story, Marie already has control of her powers, and this story takes place after the first movie, so let's pretend X2 and X3 never happened.

*Ring Ring*

Logan groaned and picked up his phone before growling, "What!"

"Whoa. Who pissed in your corn flakes this morning?"

He grumbled and ran a hand down his face, "Marie...are you hurt?"

"Um...no."

"Are you in the process of being raped, murdered and/or kidnapped?" he said as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"No...why?"

"Because that HAS to be the only reason why you're calling me at 5 in the fucking morning."

Marie sounded genuinely apologetic, "Oh shit! I'm sorry hon...but I have HUGE news!"

"Oh, yay", he murmured as he closed his eyes and started to slowly drift back to sleep.

"Wake up first."

"I am awake", he groaned.

"Bull shit. Sit up."

Logan sighed, "How could you possibly know I'm not sitting up?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone line. Logan could tell that Marie was giving him "stop with the bullshit" look, so he groaned and sat up in bed, "Fine. I'm sitting up now. What's this news about, kid?"

"He proposed! Warren proposed!" she blurted.

Logan was stunned into silence. More importantly, the shock of the news had successfully woken him up. He stuttered for a second as his brain worked to process the shocking news he'd just received, "Proposed...marriage?"

"Yeah! With a ring and everything! It's happening!"

"Wow. Wow. Congratulations, kid..."

Oblivious to how disheartened he sounded, Marie started chattering away about the details of the proposal and her wedding plans.

"Thanks, sugah! I'm so excited! There's so much to do! We're gonna do it at the mansion next month."

Logan let out a breath, "Next month? That's-that's fast. Why so fast?"

"Well, Warren's dad wants him to head up Worthington's international offices in London...and that's the latest we can move, so, next month it is."

He ran a hand through his hair, "Are you sure-"

"Logan, I know you're not into this kinda thing, but I need you to be there for me. I need you to keep me sane through all of this weeding madness. Please?"

From the outside looking in, one might wonder why Marie was spilling her guts to the Wolverine and gushing about her brand new, cushion cut diamond ring...but for them, this was normal.

Just over five years ago, he risked his life to save her on top of the Statue of Liberty. Ever since then, they'd been best friends. At first, Logan was reluctant to say that he had a friend...and even more so because she was young and female...but soon, he found that talking to Marie was easier than breathing.

He looked forward to seeing her every day...and when he went away, he looked forward to her phone calls. She was the only person who even knew his cell phone number.

Marie came to him for everything, and vice versa...not that he had many issues he needed to talk about...but he did talk to her more than he talked to anyone else.

When he was in the mansion, she'd come to his room at night so that they could talk, or to just hang out with him. Falling asleep in bed with him was a regular occurrence, and, after he didn't accidentally stab her to death the first four times, he stopped fighting it and let her stay.

She sought out his advice about love, life, sports, and every thing in between. They'd grown as close as two friends could ever be...despite Logan's penchant for growling at her when he got annoyed at her disregard for time zones when he was in Canada.

It was only natural that, after five years of intensely close friendship, she would make sure that he was the first to know that she was going to become Mrs. Warren Worthington the Third.

Logan didn't dislike Warren, but he didn't seem like a good match for Marie. He was boring and plainer than a brown paper bag.

A woman who had the ability to tame the Wolverine deserved someone who could match her in wit and spirit...and it definitely wasn't WW3.

Despite his hesitation and his own disdain for all things wedding, Logan found himself parked in front of the mansion a week before Marie's nuptials were to take place.

He stubbed out his cigar, got off the bike and swung his duffle bag onto his shoulder before making his way into the mansion.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle going on, and it wasn't because of the kids. Many of them were home for summer vacation. The happenings around the mansion could be attributed to Marie's wedding preparations.

When he walked in, he was nearly bowled over by several men carrying statues through the foyer.

Just as he dodged them, he heard his name get called.

Turning his eyes to the top of the stairs, he spotted Marie, looking as beautiful as ever. She wore a radiant smile as she bounded down the stairs and jumped into his arms, practically forcing him to lift her off the ground.

Logan closed his eyes and reciprocated the joyful embrace before setting her down and taking a step back, "Miss me?"

"Do I ever?", she said with a grin.

He raised a brow, "Hmph. Right. So...I see everything is already getting set up for the big day."

They started walking to his room together as she looked her arm in his, "Yeah...but whose?"

"What do you mean?"

Marie sighed and lowered her voice slightly, "Warren's parents are making this thing a three-ring circus. With all the new mutant acceptance spreading across the nation, they think a big mutant wedding will generate some positive publicity for the company."

"Why don't you tell them to back off?"

"They're paying."

Logan shrugged, "Well, that leaves your hands tied. Sorry for ya, kid."

When they reached his room, Marie entered and sat on the bed, "I do get some say in who stands up for me, though...and of course, I have to have Jubes and Kitty in there as bridesmaids. Only problem is, I couldn't possibly choose one over the other to be my maid of honor...so..."

Logan, who was unpacking his meager belongings, saw the look on her face and began shaking his head, "Oh no...oh no no no..."

"Oh come on...it's not like you'll have to wear a dress or anything."

He shook his head again, "No way."

"Come on...just hear me out! How often do I ask you for something?"

Logan didn't say anything, he just raised a brow, prompting her to continue, "Fine. I do ask you for a lot, but this is really important! This is my wedding, and you're my best friend. Logan...please be my Man of Honor..."

With one look at her perfect pouting mouth and sad little puppy dog eyes, Logan nodded reluctantly, "Fine..."

With that, Marie jumped into his arms and kissed his cheek. Logan knew that this was about to be the longest week of his life.

I know it was short, but I thought it was a good intro! Review please!