The *Dibs* Series

Title: When Calling ‘Dibs’ No Longer Works
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everyone gets a slice of this pie, except me. The characters belong to Marvel and Fox and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights.
Feedback: Second only to ice cream
Summary: The mansion gets a new resident with eyes for Logan, upsetting his girlfriend.


Part One: When Calling *Dibs* No Longer Works


Logan dragged home another stray this afternoon. He'd been off brawling in one of those dives he insists on patronizing; claiming Charles doesn't pay enough to finance his lifestyle. Lifestyle? He drives a hunk-of-junk truck with four bald tires and a constant leak. I mean we're not talking Porsche, Beemer or Benz here. He certainly doesn't spend his money on designer threads either. His clothes look like he acquired them dumpster diving behind a thrift store. He's not into expensive alcohol - Molson's after all isn't $500 a bottle like some of those fancy cognacs. Doesn't smoke expensive cigars, if the stench is any indication. (I say a small prayer nightly to the inventor of mouthwash.) No, he doesn't spend his money on anything noticeable, so I assume he's got a large nest egg stashed away somewhere. I realize that there's better boyfriend material out there, but this is Logan we're talking about - the man with the body of a god and the sex drive of a porno star - he gets forgiven for a lot of shortcomings in other areas.

Anyway, back to the stray he brought back with him. Apparently, she'd snuck into his trailer and by the time he'd discovered she was back there, they were a hundred miles from the nearest hint of civilization. So of course, he couldn't just leave her stranded. Through small talk, he'd discovered she was a mutant, too and not having any specific destination beyond the next town, he'd offered to bring her here. Oh, goodie. I got a good look at her when they first got back. Unfortunately, she looks like she cleans up real good - all big brown eyes, long flowing brown hair, perfect complexion and when she took that heavy coat off, a nice little figure to boot. Bitch.

I'd had my share of competition for Logan's affections before, including the perfect Dr. Grey, who'd made a serious play for him when he first arrived, despite the fact she had the luscious Mr. Summers devoted to her. Some people are just so greedy. Well, I'd managed to fend them all off and make Logan mine. So why did I get such a bad feeling about this one? Sure she looked at him with a mixture of adoration and lust, they all did. The fact that he was looking back with more than a passing interest is what worried me, not to mention pissed me off. Even hearing about her mutation failed to comfort me. I knew Logan was a creative man and a minor thing like untouchable skin wouldn't even slow him down, if he decided he wanted her.

That night in bed, after we'd made love, I tried to reaffirm my position in Logan's life. Never being much of a conversationalist to begin with, Logan's solution to my relationship talk was to treat me to another couple of orgasms. Okay, so that was extremely pleasurable, but did nothing for me emotionally. The next morning as he was getting out of bed, he casually mentioned his training session with the new brunette. I pulled him back down and gave him something to remember me by while he was rolling around on the gym floor with her.

Later that morning, I poked my head into the gym to see if Logan was ready to go to lunch. There was the usual contingent of giggly teenagers surrounding him. Ororo had affectionately nicknamed them the Loganettes, but in general they were harmless. Rogue, that's her name, was there, too. All that deadly skin was covered neck-to-toe - in a skintight black leotard! I wondered who'd sprayed it on her. Talk about being obvious. I gathered her last name isn't subtle. I called out to Logan and he had to tear his eyes away from her. I'm not kidding either; I swear I heard a faint rip. Yeah, baby it's me, surprise. Sorry to interrupt your leering, but we had a lunch date, remember? Rogue smiles at me sweetly and I toss her back daggers. Sorry, honey, I'm not interested in being friends with anyone who has designs on my man, so stop wasting your time. When Logan walks up to me, I make a point of giving him a real heated kiss. Yeah, subtle's not my last name, either. *Now* I flash her a sweet smile.

A week after Rogue arrived, something happened to change the dynamics of her relationship with Logan even more effectively than if she lured him to her room with promises of uninhibited sex. She was kidnapped by Charles' former friend Erik; who needed her powers for his latest hare-brained scheme. The X-Men were sent to save her butt and Logan ended up letting her absorb his healing factor to save her life. I walked into the medlab just in time to hear Jean tell Logan that Rogue was a little 'taken' with him. Great, now it was apparently obvious to everyone. I felt that Logan only told Jean his heart belonged to someone else because he glanced over her shoulder and noticed me standing there. If I hadn't come in, what would he have answered? Or would he have simply sat up, ripped the monitoring equipment off and rushed out to discover just how 'taken' with him she actually was?

Sure, it was my bed he was in that night and I wear the tag, but for how long? They keep exchanging heated looks and I can't help wondering how much longer he'll be mine. Call me selfish, but I don't wanna share. Even if he's being faithful to me in body, he's not in spirit. I think that no matter how much it will hurt, I'm gonna have to break it off with him and give him the freedom to go to her. I have my pride. After all, subtle may not be my last name, but Pryde is.