Healing

Hey, thanks to everyone who gave me some comment on the first chapter. I wasn’t sure if it was any good. Glad to know one or two people liked it.

Sorry if this chapter isn’t great. I’m trying, but I just got in from work XP lol, I want to get it done today though :)

This is also from Logan’s POV; though I will change to Marie’s in this chapter (It’ll be marked.)


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Chapter 2

The day didn’t appear to be much better than the one pervious. The rain still poured, keeping most the students indoors. The wind still howled, shaking windows, trees and anything else caught in it. Marie and Bobby were in the games room, with some of their friends. Logan couldn’t remember their names, never really made any attempt to do so either. He was glad she’d completely settled, even if she did talk about her parents, at least to Logan.

He didn’t really understand what she was so bothered about. He had no memory of his parents, and no burning desire to find out who they are, or were. He wanted to know, sure. But right now, he was fairly happy. At least, he was content.

He watched aimlessly at the TV he was sat in front of. The news was running. A few students were watching it; another few were sat there, chatting quietly. Saturdays were not his favourite day ever. There were students sat everywhere. Very few places to be alone, as no one was in class. An idea struck him, if the classrooms were empty, that would be a good place to go. No child wanted to be sat in class out of school hours.

He picked a class at random, at sat down in it. There were posters over the walls; some with Roman Soldiers on them brightly coloured writing, of all styles surrounding them. There were plants in the room; the scent they left off was calming.

“How’d you like my class?” A soft voice called out.

“Damn it! Is there nowhere empty in this place?”

‘Ro laughed gently. “Why don’t you nick one of Scott’s bikes and find somewhere quiet?”

Logan smirked. The woman may be a little stuck-up sometimes, but the whole lot were growing on him. Not that anyone would ever hear him say that.

“You can stay, I won’t bother you. Just getting essays marked.”

“How exciting.”

“Well, I’m not anticipating they’ll be amazing. But one or two of them do actually try to get full marks.”

Logan grinned, and nodded. He put his feet up on a desk and leaned back.

“No smoking in my classroom.” She hadn’t even looked up. He smirked, and shut his eyes. Listening to the scratch of ‘Ro’s pen, his mind wandered and he fell asleep.


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The bar was quiet. There were only a few other customers in. Logan frowned, breathing deeply in from his cigar. There was 60’s music playing on the duke box, he found he knew most of the words. There was a familiar smell in this bar though. It was a little hard to decide what it reminded him of. Partially of Magneto, and the brotherhood. It was a scent that had mixed amongst them. But it was more strongly in another memory. A war, perhaps? He downed the rest of his beer, and ordered another. The smell was annoying, but there weren’t a large number of mutant friendly bars in the area.

He knew the others expected him to try hard, be one of the X-Men and fight those who opposed them. The notion seemed naive, childish. There would always be arguments. Not everyone would always agree. It was hopeless, and a waste of energy.

However, Logan could not deny the benefits of joining them though. It was nice to fight somewhere other than cages, or in drunken brawls. There was a positive feeling when he came back, and the students wanted to hear everything they’d done, instead of getting on with lessons. He almost felt like a hero. Not totally, especially when he knew he had to steer them towards a lesson when they were having fun.

There were other definite pluses, such as having a home. Something he hadn’t had in a long time. The thought that he had somewhere to return after he’d been drinking, or after a long stressful day. Somewhere he could remain when his nightmares disturbed him. Most of all, somewhere he could help. It was his home, with people he may even call his friends (Or arrogant acquaintances). It was true there were people he didn’t like, but it wouldn’t make him leave. He was surprised to find that he cared.

He cared about Marie, his rogue Marie. A young girl who was finding her way. She was settled. A word he liked. It was undeniable. She was happy. Her smile brightened every room, shame it was more common around Bobby. He didn’t want to trust the young man.

Logan tipped his head back and gulped down his beer. The bitter taste flooding his mouth. He wanted her to find a young man who would look after her, treat her like an angel, but keep her grounded in reality. He wasn’t too sure Bobby would do this; the young man was fairly childish, a kid playing at grown-ups. He had mentioned this to ‘Ro earlier that day, when they’d gone for dinner together. She had laughed, and asked who was the same at 17, as they were at 30. People changed. Logan was not an idiot, he knew this. But until he saw what life made of this young man, he’d keep an eye out for his young friend.

His mind drifted to Storm. She was a beautiful but small woman, powerful and wise. Logan truly admired her and he really liked her. One of the few people in the world he considered a friend. She had been hit hard by the loss of her closest friend, and they had spoken a fair bit. It had been over a month, and things in the mansion were returning to patterns. He figured it would be normal, but he’d never stuck around long enough, or involved himself in the running so deeply, that he had a firm idea of normal.

He liked the school. The kids were good, so were the staff. They had a few non-teaching staff who weren’t mutants. He’d never bothered to learn how they ended up there. However, he felt it showed that people could have talents, even without being a mutant. Especially cooking. One woman made beautiful chocolate cake. He could eat a full one if he was allowed.

There were a fair few teachers too. They’d recruited another 2 recently. Both mutants. One had taken on Cyclops’s mechanics class. Apparently he was very busy with his maths class, and his martial arts and his running of field missions. It was sad, the professor was so clever, but Logan didn’t think that giving Scott more time to think was a great idea. Keeping him involved with the school, that was a plan. He wasn’t sure he considered Cyclops a friend, not like ‘Ro, and Marie. Not like he saw Jeannie. However he did find he wanted to help the young man.

He was the other mutant teacher, of course. He was worried though. He didn’t want to take over Scott’s other class, and leave him with even less to do. He’d informed the professor that he wouldn’t. And the man had agreed.

The man zipped up his jacket, and left. It was late, and his mind wasn’t blanking itself out. He felt a touch disappointed. Alcohol usually did the trick. The smell he was really annoying him. It wouldn’t go away. He pulled out the keys to Cyclops’s bike. It was time to leave.

He sniffed again. That smell! Gravel crunched and he spun. It was Sabertooth, or it smelt sort of like him. He growled. And the man grinned. Logan automatically extended his claws. He couldn’t help feeling threatened.

“Miss me Jimmy?”

“What?”

The man was cleaned up. His hair short and his beard close to his face. A familiar face, though he couldn’t place where he’d seen it.

“Don’t worry Jimmy, just here for a drink. Got your memories back yet? I found mine.”

He smirked, and swaggered into the bar. Logan growled again, but retracted the claws. He had to get back to the school. The man’s words puzzled him, and he wanted to ask Professor Xavier; though that would have to wait until the morning. He decided, it was time to go home.


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(Marie’s POV)

Monday. The worst day of the week. The one day where you know that there is a full week of school left. Not that school was too bad, the teacher’s were nice, and they had a sense of humour... Mostly...

She was sat in maths, copying down the equation from the board. Beside her sat Bobby. He was sweet, always helping her, thankfully. Maths was not her strong point. Beside her, Jubilee groaned. Neither of them got it. Bobby slipped his exercise book across. The girls grinned. Marie looked up to check that Professor Summers still had his head down, marking and then she took the book. It was funny, she knew he was suffering; Dr. Gray was his fiancée, so he had to be hurting. She’d asked Logan about it, but he told her to ‘mind her own damn business’. He did have moments though. Last week, she had come for help with her homework – Professor Summers had been sobbing. It had been horrible; she’d turned around and ran straight away. His pain had been almost tangible.

Recently, she’d noticed Logan watching him. At first she’d been jealous, he’d always looked out for her. He’d protected her. Then she had been concerned. The two had obviously argued. You could feel it whenever they were in the same room. Her maths teacher needed help to recover from his loss. Logan had clearer made his mind up, on some level, that he’d do that.

Jubilee had taken that to a whole other level, and added a romantic dimension to everything they did. It was actually really funny, most of the time. Though, not so nice to think about when he was clearly sad. She knew Bobby was not as happy as usually either. The empty seat beside him in their maths class reminded her of what their journey had taken.

Some good had come of it; Bobby’s parents knew the truth. His mother had called him, and said she still wanted him to come home during the holidays. She wasn’t sure what had happened with his brother. She was nervous to ask.

Marie tapped her pen, bouncing it lightly off her work book. Her eyes gazed out of the window, the rain continued still. The past few days had been horrible. They’d been stuck inside often, though yesterday, Bobby had gotten them both wrapped up in waterproofs and they’d gone for a walk around the gardens.

“I don’t think you’ll get many answers from outside, Marie.”

Professor Summers was facing her. She squirmed, uncomfortably. It was weird being unable to see someone’s eyes. She couldn’t tell how annoyed he was.

“Sorry.”

“Nor will it be much use in Bobby’s exercise book.” He walked around the tables to reach hers, and picked up his book. “I hope you’ve finished, Bobby. I’ll find you some graph paper. You can move onto the next set.”

He crouched beside her. “Are you feeling ok?” His voice was soft, so the other students wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I guess I’m tired. That’s all.” She gave him a weak smile, and he nodded.

“Then get these equations done.”

He turned and went back to the front of the class room, where he got a work sheet out of a drawer, and some graph paper, and returned to Bobby. He quietly explained what he needed to do, and Marie leaned over to look at Jubilee’s work, as she’d gotten further in copying Bobby.


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There, sorry if it isn’t good. I feel like it came out boring. Sabertooth is meant to be looking closer to what he does in X-Men Origins. I don’t know if he lost his memories in between that film and the first one, but the difference is so large that I felt it explained things best.

Anyway, please review and let me know how it is. I know there wasn’t any Logan / Scott interaction, but there will be in the next one. (Not proper L/S interaction, but it is an eventual romance. I’ll get there. Promise)