Logan Returns: An Alternate Solution
Author: Sare Liz
Email: TeknoVamp@yahoo.com

Second thoughts?

Try twenty-second thoughts.

What the hell was I playing at? And what the holy fuck was I doing? Throwing my entire fucking life away at a chance to fuck a girl half - a third… hell, possibly a quarter of my fucking age, who with my luck wants a well chaperoned kiss and hand-holding in the park. But I probably won´t even get that far. She´ll knock me out with one touch and by the time I come around I´ll be just in time to grow scales and die a horribly painful death.

Why?

Cause I felt sorry for her once and made a stupid-ass promise?

Cause she grew up and no one called and told me about it?

Cause I´m only attracted to women I can´t have and by God if I can, I will?

Cause I´m a pig-headed, stubborn ass who couldn´t see reason if it were a snake in front of him?

Cause in a closed and locked room, whispered into a void, I think I might be in love with her?

Second thoughts? A few, thanks.

Then, of course, I drew myself back to that first thought.

Marie.

Sweet Marie: strong and weak, broken and rebuilt, innocent still, yet so old inside. Living for years with me and Magneto in there even if she can discern who´s who these days. And now, that other woman, who maybe she can´t so well. And maybe the line between Rogue and Ms. Marvel will get sharper and sharper over time, but Marie ain´t there yet.

Beautiful Marie: tender and caring, she´s still not used to lack of touch. Oh, don´t get me wrong, she´s plenty used to protecting people from her skin, and she´ll jump like a jack rabbit if you get to close, but that don´t mean she don´t want it, crave it all the time. I can tell when I hold her, stroke her through the fabric, kiss her hair. It´s like no one else does it, or at least not enough. It´s enough to make you want to skewer people.

Rebellious Marie: growing up is hard enough without all the extra benefits of being a mutant. Then give the poor girl a few other personalities to deal with, least of which is mine, and you have got a volatile combination. Why am I the only one who finds it irresistible? And no, I do not count the thief.

Second thoughts? Maybe. But I still got that first thought stuck in my head, hard. And since Xavier isn´t here yet, those second thoughts are mine alone.

I gave Jean my best lopsided grin and stuck out my arm for her needle. “Nope,” I said, answering her and barely feeling the syringe.