The Unintentional Donor

Author’s notes: This is based on the *story* that plays out in Heart’s song “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You”. Yes, I know I’ve already used those lyrics in “It Happened One Night”, but in that story it was used as a bump and grind number for Rogue’s impromptu striptease, while its use here is more indicative of the narrative in the lyrics.

It was a rainy night
When he came into sight
Standing by the road
With no umbrella, no coat

So I pulled up along side
And I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile
So we drove for awhile

I didn’t ask him his name
The lonely boy in the rain
Fate tells me it’s right
Is this love at first sight
Please don’t make it wrong
Just stay for the night

All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I got loving arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel
It was a place I knew well
We made magic that night
Oh, he did everything right

He brought the woman out of me
So any times easily
And in the morning when he woke
All I left him was a note

I told him, “I am a flower, you are the sea”
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare
Just live in memory, you’ll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I got loving arms to hold on to, oh

Ooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day
We came ‘round the same way
You could imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes

I said, “Please, please understand
I’m in love with another man”
And what he couldn’t give me, ho, oh
Was the one little thing that you can

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love is all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, baby, want me too all night long

All I wanna do is make love to you
All night long
All night long


Chapter Three


When thirty minutes standing under a bitingly cold shower did nothing to ease his painful erection, Logan resorted to masturbating to relieve himself. Memories of his one night with Marie segued into fantasies of future encounters with her. With a shudder that he felt all the way down to his toes, he finally found release.

After he unpacked his belongings, which didn’t take long – not having accumulated that much more since the time his things had conveniently fit into one plastic grocery bag – he decided to go in search of Kitty. He needed to find out if she was in a relationship and if so, how easy it would be to bust it up – or at least get her to agree to some extra-curricular activities. Of course the redhead that Xavier had introduced as Jean was pretty tempting, but she had the scent of the Boy Scout all over her and that guy already spelled all kinds of trouble for Logan – no need to add another reason for him to get all over his case at every opportunity. No, the slender brunette would do just fine until he’d figured out a way to insinuate himself back into Marie’s life.

Stepping out into the hall Logan felt something hit his right leg. He looked down and saw a small body now on its butt.

“Sorry about that, little bub,” Logan said as he reached down to lift the child back onto his feet.

A head topped with a mop of unruly hair shifted to look up at who was assisting him and Logan found himself staring into eyes the exact same shade of hazel as the ones that reflected back at him every time he looked in the mirror.

“Chance!”

A matronly woman came huffing up to the man and child regarding each other with awe.

“I just can’t keep up with him ever since he went from toddling to full-out running,” she wheezed. She really was getting too old to try and keep up with a child that had enough frantic energy to power a small town.

“Mrs. Anderson,” a voice called out from around the corner and then Marie came into view. She faltered when she saw whom Mrs. Anderson and Chance had encountered.

Approaching the trio, Marie wanted to dismiss Chance’s nanny before Logan’s inevitable question.

“Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. I’ll take it from here.”

For someone who looked as if she was out of steam mere moments ago, Mrs. Anderson regained her strength in record time and took off before Mrs. Xavier changed her mind and she’d have to bathe Chance after all.

Luckily for Marie, the nanny was well out of hearing range before Logan finally found his voice.

“Yours?” was all he said.

By now the toddler had wrapped himself around Marie’s leg and was watching the big man with wide-eyed curiosity.

Marie nodded affirmatively and braced herself for what she knew was coming next.

“And mine?”

Of course the question was practically rhetorical. The boy looked about two years old, but Logan didn’t need to do the math – the eyes were a dead giveaway. His night with Marie had produced a very tangible souvenir. The next words out of Marie’s mouth stunned a normally unshockable Logan.

“Charles thinks he’s his,” she said. Then added as explanation, “Invitro.”

“Then you better make sure no one ever sees us standing next to each other,” Logan replied, “or you’re gonna have a whole lot of explaining to do.”

The look that swept over Marie’s face indicated she hadn’t ever contemplated that particular dilemma. But then why would she? After all, what were the odds that her one-night stand would re-enter her life?

Something she’d just said struck him oddly. Invitro.

“Did you use me?” Logan asked tightly, his voice tinged with emotion.

Marie’s lower lip trembled and with tear-filled eyes and a hitch in her voice she quietly replied, “I’m sorry.”

Enough people had used him over the years and he’d learned to block out any feelings about that – but this hurt. The adorable tyke wasn’t the accidental result of two people coming together for one unplanned, but magical night – he’d been the goal all along.

Logan turned and began to walk away. He desperately needed a drink.

“Logan.”

Taking a deep breath, he kept going.


~*~*~*


Logan found the kitchen and made a beeline for the refrigerator.

“Got any beer?” he asked the young blond boy sitting at the table eating ice cream directly from the carton.

“This is a school,” the boy replied with a ‘don’t you know that, dumbass?’ tone.

“So that’s a ‘no’?”

“Try Harry’s Hideaway,” he suggested.

“What’s that Cyclops’ secret stash?”

“No, it’s a bar in town.” Then looking Logan up and down he added, “It’s a real dive. Probably just your kinda place.”

“Topless bartenders?”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna see Harry without his shirt. Or his wife without one, for that matter,” the boy said with a shudder.

“Thanks for the tip, kiddo,” Logan said and then headed off to the garage.


~*~*~*


A while later Logan was planted on a stool at Harry’s attempting to dull the pain with the strongest substance the bar offered. It wasn’t working. Damn healing factor – it was as much a curse as it was a blessing.

He’d just tipped back his countless shot when a familiar scent tickled his nose.

“Where’s your bodyguard?” he asked Kitty.

“Probably booby-trapping your bedroom,” she replied with a grin as she settled herself onto the stool next to his.

Logan’s mouth creased into a knowing smirk.

“Are you old enough to be in here?”

“Do you really care?”

“Gotta hunch Cyclops wouldn’t bail my ass out of jail if I led you astray.”

Flicking her driver’s license on the bar, she told the bartender, “Amaretto – neat.”

“So, whose bad habit are you?”

“I could be yours,” she offered, stroking her fingers over the back of his hand.

“Don’t you have a thing for the Boy Scout?”

“Scott? What makes you think that?”

“Everyone else does,” Logan mumbled.

The bartender had placed the Amaretto in front of Kitty and she covered the urge to laugh by taking a dainty sip. “Marie had a one-night stand with him a year ago. Not exactly the stuff of romance novels.”

Apparently Kitty not only knew Rogue’s real name, but also about her affair with Scott. Logan wondered if she was simply a gossip or Mrs. Xavier had willingly shared secrets with his potential bedmate.

“You two close friends?”

“We know where the other one has the bodies buried, so to speak.”

Deciding to test that, Logan tried to sound casual when he said, “Considering she already told me her son was conceived through invitro, I guess that’s not much of a secret.”

“No, it’s not. But the truth is.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat.

“I’m her best friend. She tells me everything. Scott. You.” Kitty paused to let that sink in. “She told me about the handsome stranger she spent the night with,” she continued, then reaching out her hand she brushed it over his whiskered cheek, “From her description, I knew you were him as soon as you opened the door of that motel room.”

“So that’s why you gasped. And I thought you were just overwhelmed by my bod,” Logan said with a smile.

“Well, that too,” Kitty answered as she ran a fingernail over the skin exposed by the three undone buttons of his shirt.

“So who else knows Marie’s hubby ain’t actually the kid’s father?” he asked, steering the conversation back to Marie and his son.

“Nobody,” she huffed, “Look, Logan, you have two choices when it comes to how you wanna spend your night – talking about Marie or fucking me. Now, which is it?”

Logan reached around, tugged his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out enough money to cover their tab and pushed a condom over to Kitty.

“One?” she joked, “You’re not very ambitious.”

“I got a whole box back in my room, darlin’,” he informed her with a dirty grin.

Back at the mansion their entering Logan’s room together was witnessed by the very subject of their conversation at the bar.