End Of The Road
Logan's Little Ballerina
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Title: Logan’s
Little Ballerina
Author: Karen
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Rating: R for
language
Disclaimer:
Logan wishes that Sara were his. All
characters – except for Sara – belong to Marvel.
Summary: Logan
buys some tools and a tutu.
Author’s notes:
This is in response to Rebecca’s opening line challenge – Logan shoved the tutu
behind his back. I’m using the character of Marie and Scott’s daughter Sara
from “Logan’s Little Angel”. Sara is now three years old in this story.
Thanks to Terri,
Joanne and Taryn for taking a peek at the first draft.
Logan’s Little Ballerina ~
Logan shoved the
tutu behind his back. Buying it had seemed like such a great idea at the time,
but once again Scott had managed to usurp one of his gestures.
Logan had
actually gone to the mall. Well, technically not the mall, just Sears. He’d
gone there to pick up his own set of Craftsman’s tools after Scott had banned
everyone from using his. The selfish prick.
Okay, so nobody put them all back in the exact spot that Scott required.
So what? Scott was like one of those nails that had been screwed in a little
too tightly. To avoid further argument, Logan decided to just get his own set
of tools and fuck Scott. So there he’d been at the checkout paying with the
credit card Jubilee had *borrowed* from Scott’s wallet, when out of the corner
of his eye he noticed the display of ballet wear. Who the hell was in charge of
the merchandising in this place anyway? Oh sure big burly do-it-yourself fix it
type guys were always telling the clerk, “Say,
while I’m here, why don’t you just toss a tutu and a pair of ballet slippers in
with that power drill.” Which is
exactly what Logan ended up doing when he spotted the perfect outfit for Sara’s
upcoming dance recital.
While the clerk
began ringing up his purchases, Logan casually meandered over to the frou-frou
display. He hadn’t seen so much pink in one place since Sara had dragged him
down the Barbie aisle at Toys ‘R Us. One tulle ensemble in particular had
caught his attention – it was pink, of course, and the waistband appeared to
have little crystal jewels sewn onto it. It was perfect. Logan looked at the
price tag and went into sticker shock. A hundred and ten dollars for some
netting and a small strip of velvet fabric. Then remembering that he was
shopping with Scott’s credit card anyway, Logan walked back over to the clerk
and handed him the tutu. When the clerk gave him a look that shouldn’t have
been a surprise to Logan, he simply shot back a low growl. The clerk wisely put
the tutu in a bag without further facial expressions and simply pointed to the
place Logan needed to sign the credit card receipt. Logan scribbled Scott’s
name and the clerk handed him his copy of the receipt and the card without
checking to see if the signatures matched. Logan doubted that even if the clerk
had noticed the signatures weren’t even remotely close, that he wasn’t likely
to challenge him about it.
After Logan got
home, had arranged his tools in their new toolbox and taped a sign to it that
read ‘Logan’s tools – keep your fucking mitts off’
her with his gift.
He found her in
the rec room giving an impromptu recital preview to Jubilee, Kitty and her
mom. Seeing Marie with her belly
swollen with Scott’s second child always brought a lump to his throat. Logan
wasn’t sure if he could stick around and watch her continue to have babies that
weren’t his.
Just then Sara
spotted him and immediately began to run in his direction. And that’s when he noticed
that she was already wearing a ballet outfit complete with a little tulle skirt
edged in silver. Logan’s face dropped and he had the distinctively sorrowful
look of a puppy that had just been kicked.
“Logan, look
what my daddy got me,” she squealed excitedly as she did a little twirl to show
off the outfit.
So Logan shoved
the tutu behind his back, because nobody should steal the thunder from a little
girl’s daddy.