Everything was quiet when they got back, kids were already in class, but faces appeared at windows and both of them caught the tension that was swimming around in the air. Moving sluggishly Logan gripped her arm tight and pulled her bodily to the front doors, Ororo was
already there waiting for them both. Her face telling them both exactly what she thought of their unscheduled trip away from the mansion, she got out, "Logan where the hell have you been? We tried calling but you weren't answering. I nearly sent out the Black..."
He rounded on her then, all animal as he slammed her back into the wooden panelling of the hallway. His hand around her throat, tightening slowly as he just stood there, anger pouring off him. Ororo so stunned she didn't even try to defend herself at first not until Logan began to growl. Ororo tried to get free but he had a grip like iron on her skin and the quiet shade of Rogue had nothing
to say about his treatment of her either.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M NOT HIM, I'LL NEVER BE HIM, SO WISE UP!" he just dropped her then, the light finally going on in her head as she realised just exactly what he meant. He wasn't Scott, he didn't leave plans with people of where to find him or how to contact him if he was needed, he just left. Luckily no one but the three of them
had witnessed his treatment of Ororo, if anyone else had seen it Marie was sure that Ro' would be asking him to leave.
Marie caught Ro's eyes just as she was pulled away by Logan, his grip on her just as tight; the look that passed between them one of loss, understanding and grief. What was happening wasn't right by anyones rules but it was what was going to happen. Logan owned her, had the moment he'd given her the tags to look after, she'd made the mistake not him and now she was paying for it.
Hallways that were familiar passed by, the scents and sounds of children all around, the room she'd been in when the attack had come, still showing the bullet hole in the frame. He threw her inside her room, pacing in the hallway as she packed her things. She took only what she'd bought with her own money, leaving behind nearly everything else. All in all she had two bags of clothes and nothing else, knowing Logan traveled light and she'd have to as well eventually so she did her cutting down now. Seeing her finished he tore the bags from her hands, holding them in one hand and pulling her with the other. Several teachers saw them along the corridor leading to his room, their voices stilled by the look in Logan's
eyes daring them to comment. Eyes dropped to the floor or to her own blank visage, she was lost inside her own world, where Logan made the rules and she followed.
If Scott had been alive he'd have fought Logan about it but he wasn't here, he was six feet under outside. Well if you can call a molar and a pair of glasses bodily remains, same with Xavier, a bit of dust that was scraped from the chair after Jean had torn him apart with her mind. Throughout all this she remained silent knowing that as soon as they were behind his door he'd talk to her, point out the rules to her, the ones she needed to
follow. A path, a way to go, anything but this drifting miasma of pain that never left her.
He'd claimed her, determined not to lose any more time than he had already. Jean, he'd loved her but he'd known that it hadn't been her that had wanted him; it had been Phoenix, her subconscious. The one that had killed Scott and Xavier, she hated with a passion that he understood. She'd been controlled, diverted, made less than what she
was by well meaning idiots who didn't understand what it meant to her to have the freedom of her own will.
At the moment of her death she'd understood, she let him kill her, she'd thanked him as the blades had sunk into her body shredding her lung and kidney. A quick death it was what she deserved after all, he couldn't have hurt her anymore than she'd already hurt herself.
He remembered the look on her face as she'd realised what she done to Scott, that she'd killed him. Destroyed the one man who'd loved her with all he'd had but he wasn't enough for Phoenix, no man was and that was the rub. He'd been a toy, a pleasure for a moment when he'd wanted everything. No the one who'd held everything for him had
given it to a boy for nothing more than a turn in the sheets, to feel normal.
So when Ororo got on his case about where they'd been for two days he just snapped, slamming her 'do-gooder' ass into the wall and letting her know just how much he wasn't Scott. Ro' was afraid of him and her scent had spiked into true terror for a moment and Wolverine had lapped that up. He needed her to fear him, he wanted
it now, before he'd felt guilt about it but not now. He had nothing to apologise for, didn't they know who he was, what he was? He wasn't a damn teacher, he was a killer, plain and simple, he looked after what was his an thats all. When he'd let Ro' go he'd pulled Marie with him, she was living with him now and that would be the
only way he'd stay here.
Flinging her into her room he watched her pack as he paced outside in the hallway, flexing his hands trying to calm his anger down, tyring to calm the rage he felt. All throughout this Marie was silent, as if she understood exactly what he needed from her, silent compliance. When she'd finished he just snatched the two holdalls from her and took her wrist again, dragging her to his room in the
teachers wing.
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The door shut he threw her bags into a corner, the lock snapped home and she knew her life would be mapped out in this room, he'd define her until she was sure of what or who she wanted to be again.
Grabbing her shoulders Logan pulled her round to the bathroom, standing her in front of the mirror he began to strip her. His face grim, his eyes dark and the set of his mouth cruel, ripping her skirt apart and balling it up. Her clothes would never be worn again, they weren't part of who she was anymore. Standing naked in his grip, her eyes filling with tears as he checked every single
piece of skin on her. Stripping her bare so she had no defence from his scrutiny, his search of her soul that lay on her skin, taking her hair in his fist he pulled her back into him. Her reflection trying not to meet the cruelty in his mirror reflection, feeling his heart beating out of his chest knowing this hurt him as much as it did him but he needed to do this to her. She had to see what he saw, "Look at yourself. You sold yourself Marie, you sold everything you were for a fuck, a cheap fuck with a boy who could take any cunt that passed by. You gave him everything, everything you promised to ME!" Behind her back he was struggling to keep still, he wanted to let her go, to hold her, to touch her, to tell her he was sorry but he had to do this. He HAD to show her what she'd done to him, how much it had hurt him to know she'd given herself to the boy when he'd been waiting for her. He thought she'd understood that but she
hadn't and so they were here, her naked and him torturing her with it.
"I love you, do you understand Marie? I LOVE YOU! Not a little, not in a brother way or a protective way but a MAN'S way. Don't you know how hard it was to leave you behind, to step out of that door knowing you needed me? Knowing that you needed time to grow up, to choose your own way, to choose ME." Tears were flowing but from
which one neither of them could answer, the pain covered too much, hid too much. His head dropped into her neck the wetness on her shoulder telling her she wasn't alone in her grief. "All I ever wanted was you and you gave yourself away while I wasn't looking. While I was chasing her, trying to stop her from killing everyone, if I'd wanted to fuck her Marie I could have, down in Med Bay. Jean wanted me but I knew it would be wrong, it'd hurt you so I didn't. I loved her Marie I can't deny that but you *OWNED* me, from the moment you shouted out in the bar in Laughlin. You cared for me, you cared but you gave it away to someone who could only pity you because of your skin." He lifted his head and caught her red eyed
glare in the mirror, "It was never about your skin with me Marie, if it had been I'd never have touched you on the torch."
He tore away from her then leaving her naked and crying in the bathroom, naked with herself, with the truth of her decisons for clothing. She heard the door unlock and open, Logan stepped out of the room his words enough for now. He was empty and he needed time to recover before he saw her again, turning on the shower Marie stepped inside. The water cleaning her skin as if she'd been on the road for months. Her tears mingling with the warm rain taking her shell with it, she was new when she stepped out of the bathroom.
Logan was sat on the bed his face impassive but his arm reaching out to her, taking the invitation she crawled into the space he'd carved out for her. Still too emotional to speak he just stroked her hair, listening to his heartbeat lull her to sleep. Safe for the first time since he'd rescued her from herself, she could be Marie again, Bobby had taken Rogue and that name no longer meant anything but pain. She was Marie now.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
What happens next when the pair of them get back to the mansion and the after effects of them being together. But they still have issues about the treatment of each other, they both have things to say and damage to heal.