Without a doubt, Logan’s favourite pillow was Marie’s breasts. No matter what they did or how they did it, Logan always ended up curled around Marie with his head resting on her breasts. Not wanting to leave Marie without a pillow of her own on the floor of the Danger Room, Logan draped his upper body across Marie’s torso then curled his long legs towards Marie’s head so that she could use his thigh as a pillow.
“This is exactly what I needed, darlin’,” Logan mumbled, maneuvering his head so that he could capture one of her rosy nipples between his lips.
Marie arched her back, moaning slightly. “No more, babe. If I come one more time I’m not gonna be able to move for a week.”
Logan chuckled, cause Marie to moan again. “I just think you’re getting old, darlin’. We used to be able to go at it all night.”
“Yeah, well last time I wasn’t runnin’ on about three hours of sleep,” Marie reminded him, yawning loudly. “Now be quiet and let me sleep.”
Logan grunted his assent, but continued to suck lazily on her nipple. At the very least it would take a nuclear bomb to get him away from Marie. Even then it wasn’t a guarantee. Logan had no plans whatsoever to move from his current position. Marie was the only normal thing he had in his life at that moment and Logan wanted to keep it that way as long as possible. The location didn’t matter. All that Logan cared about was the fact that he was holding Marie in his arms.
Inching himself infinitely closer to Marie, Logan allowed his entire body to relax for the first time in over a day. Logan would have rather been outside playing with his kids, but if he had to spend the day indoors, Logan couldn’t think of a better way to spend it. After all, Marie’s arms were his favourite place in the world.
“Stay the fuck away from her, you bastard!” Logan roared, pouncing on Scott. “Marie is my wife and you don’t get to touch her!”
All that Scooter could do was gasp and claw at Logan’s fingers as he wrapped them around the smaller man’s throat. The panic Logan saw in Scott’s eyes only fueled him on. He would make sure that Scott never touched Marie again even if it meant the removal of the X-Men’s fearless leader.
“Marie would never touch you,” Logan hissed, his eyes boring into the other man. “You aren’t worthy of her. Fuck, you shouldn’t even be allowed to breathe the same air.”
“L-L-Lo... Log.... Logan!” Scott gasped with Marie’s voice.
Logan came awake with a jolt only to find himself in a twisted version of his nightmare. He was straddling Marie’s chest and was in the process of squeezing the life out of her just as he had envisioned doing to Scott. Logan’s terror grew when he attempted to pull his hands away from Marie’s throat and realized that he couldn’t.
“Marie!” Logan howled, frantically trying to pull his hands from her throat. “Oh God no! Somebody help! HELP!”
The pain that he saw in Marie’s eyes broke his heart. Logan was screaming at the top of his lungs, praying that someone was nearby and would hear him. Marie was slowly getting weak from lack of oxygen and no matter how much he tried, Logan couldn’t get his limbs to obey him. If anything, Logan could feel his fingers tightening about Marie’s throat. Logan used every ounce of strength that he possessed to try and prey his fingers away from her throat to no avail.
“Hank, get in here! Hank! Somebody help us!” Logan roared, all but hysterical by that point.
A second later Logan’s entire world came crashing to a halt as Marie’s eyes fell shut and her head lolled to the side.
“NOOOOOO!!”
Tears blurred Logan’s vision when he could no longer sense Marie’s heart beating or hear her breathing. His voice broke as he continued screaming for help, terrified that no one would hear him and that his beloved Marie would be dead.
As Logan howled in anguish, two heavy manacles latched onto his wrists and forced his arms apart. He was jerked to his feet, his tense limbs fighting against the strong hold of the mechanical manacles, two of which were now latched onto his ankles as well. As he was hoisted above the ground, Logan sobbed with relief as he caught sight of Hank crouching over top of Marie’s still form.
“Save her, Hank....” Logan moaned, feeling his muscles go suddenly slack. “Please don’t let her die. She can’t die....”
Logan was virtually ignored by Hank as he quickly hauled Marie from the Danger Room. When he caught sight of the vivid bruise encircling Marie’s throat, Logan arched his neck and roared until his throat was raw. Logan was disgusted with himself for strangling his beloved. He wanted to crawl out of his skin and die. In all the years since he had learned of the adamantium which coated his skeleton, Logan had never hated the things as much as he did at that moment.
“Logan...? Logan, can you hear me?”
At the sound of Scott’s voice, Logan felt something inside of him flare up. He quickly squelched it, though, desperate for any news about Marie.
“Please tell me that she’s still alive,” Logan whimpered, staring down at the smaller man.
“You are incredibly lucky that Marie forgot to shut down the surveillance tapes or I’d see for myself whether I can blast through adamantium,” Scott growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “And if Hank and Jean hadn’t gotten Rogue’s heart started again I’d program those claws to stretch you into a pretzel.”
Ignoring the threats, Logan focused on the simple fact that Scott had said that Marie’s heart was beating again. He didn’t even care when he fell fifty feet to the ground as Scott released the manacles that had saved Marie from him. He landed in a heap, clawing at the unyielding ground and screaming into the metal.
“Get the fuck outta here, Scooter,” Logan mumbled into the floor. “Lock the all the exits and set the alarms so that I can’t out. I ain’t gonna risk hurting anyone else.”
“Good, because you’re not getting out of here anytime soon,” Scott informed him, his voice fading as he headed towards the main entrance.
Once he heard the door slide shut, Logan curled in on himself, shaking from head to foot.
“I’m so sorry, darlin’,” Logan moaned, turning his face into cold ground and sobbing openly.
~*~*~*~*~
“That was fuckin’ hilarious!” Creed roared, dropping the headset back onto the console. “I’ve got my own life-sized runt action figure to fuck with! You shoulda done this year ago, Mags!”
“Vulgarity, you mindless savage,” Erik hissed, launching the chair Creed was sitting in across the room while the brutal man was still sitting in it. “And you had better hope that the Wolverine is able to get out of that room else you will sorely regret your actions.”
“The little bitch deserved it,” Creed snarled as he climbed out of the chair once it had come to a stop. “‘Sides, if she dies, the runt’ll go fuckin’ mental.”
Glowering at the behemoth, Erik maneuvered the chair that Creed had been sitting in back towards him. With a grace that belied his years, Erik sat down and rested his elbows on the armrests, clasping his hands in front of his face. “The Wolverine will be of no use to me if he loses his mind. I most certainly do not need him locked inside the only structure within that mansion that he might not be able to get out of.”
“Victor is a mindless cretin. Ignore him,” Mystique said calmly, coming to stand behind Erik and placing her hands on his shoulders. “He doesn’t understand the potential your new plaything possesses. We could destroy the known world with him.”
Erik leaned back, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “And so we shall, my dear. The humans will never know what hit them until it is too late for them to react.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Trina, how come we can’t go see Momma and Daidee?” Kristyn asked the teenager as she helped her into her pj’s.
Katrina frowned slightly, sweeping Kristyn’s long curling hair out of the neck of her shirt. “Well, kiddo, your parents are on a vacation right now.”
Kristyn shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “No they not. I just saw Momma when you were sleeping on the grass.”
“That’s because they just left a few hours ago,” Katrina amended, pulling the girl onto her lap.
“But they didn’t say g’bye. Momma and Daidee always say g’bye before they ‘way,” Kristyn told her, tilting her head back so that she could see Katrina’s face.
Katrina wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. Ms. Monroe had filled her in on what had happened to Logan and Rogue, but the older woman hadn’t told her what to do what Kristyn and Braeden started demanding their parents. It had taken Katrina nearly an hour to get Braeden into bed since the little boy was convinced that something awful had happened to his parents.
“You know how your Daidee and Uncle Scooter like to goof around in the exercise room downstairs?” Katrina asked, leaning back against the bed and stroking her fingers through the young girl’s hair.
Kristyn nodded her head vigorously, grinning from ear to ear. “Momma and Jeanie say that they act like a pair of imbickles.”
“That’s right, a pair of imbickles,” Katrina agreed, chuckling quietly under her breath. “Well, your Daidee and Uncle Scooter were acting like a pair of imbickles again and they took so long that your Momma and Daidee almost missed their plane. They had to leave super fast and almost didn’t make it to the airport on time.”
“Oh. Okay,” Kristyn said with a nod. She scrambled out of Katrina’s lap and climbed into her bed. “Have Gampa Chuck tell Daidee not to be an imbickle on his vacation,” Kristyn instructed as she got herself settled under the covers.
Katrina leaned over and brushed a kiss against Kristyn’s forehead. “I’ll be sure to do that right away, kiddo. You sleep tight and let me know if those bad dreams bother you.”
~*~*~*~*~
“We need to figure out what exactly those things are Magneto implanted inside Logan and we need to figure it out now,” Jean declared as she pored over documents of the original procedure that had been performed on Logan when he received his adamantium laced skeleton. “There’s no way we can leave him locked up in the Danger Room for the rest of his life.”
Scott walked over to his wife and peered over her shoulder. “It’s better than letting him roam free with those things in his head. He almost killed Rogue today. If Hank hadn’t heard him screaming she would be dead right now.”
“What happened today wasn’t Logan’s fault,” Charles was quick to remind the younger man.
“True. If anything Logan is suffering almost as much as Rogue at this point,” Hank spoke up as he entered the conference room.
“How is Rogue faring?” Charles inquired, concern evident on his features.
Hank heaved a great sigh and slumped into a nearby chair. “As well as can be expected. It is a blessing that she has retained as much of Logan’s healing abilities as she has else things would be much worse. As it stands, her throat is well on its way to healing and the bruises have already faded almost entirely. I have her on morphine so that she will sleep while her body heals itself.”
“And what of Logan?”
~*~*~*~*~
Logan sat in the centre of the Danger Room with his knees drawn up to his chest. He was rocking back and froth, mumbling a string of intelligible words under his breath. His clothes were still where Marie had tossed them what seemed like an eternity ago. Back when he was happy. Back when he hadn’t hurt Marie. Back when he had been safe.
You’re life is mine now, Wolverine.