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Wolverine knows
*hangs head in shame and scuffs the floor with her shoes* Sorry oh wise and powerful Lina, here's a fresh update for you - as for my excuse people, I've *just* finished my first week of college so updates might be a little erratic...um, I mean more erratic than usual. Oh and my apologies for the awful chapter title
Chapter 6
Wolverine knows
"So...are you gonna tell me what's been going on?" Hank looked up at the question, shifting the magnification goggles on to the top of his head. Logan stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his whold body radiating his discomfort at being there. He was *never* comfortable anywhere near anything that looked remotely medical...unless Jean was there,
"Going on?" The Doctor asked with a frown,
"Last week I find you in an alleyway, smellin strange, an' then a couple of days later *Sabretooth* hands himself in" Logan pushed away from the doorframe, taking a few steps into the room, "I figured out what that scent on you was, Hank" He said softly. The Doctor stared blindly at the equipment on the table as his mind raced, weighing up probabilities and reactions,
"It's not what you think" He said quietly, calmly tidying his things away whilst his mind panicked at him. Wolverine pulled up a stool, sitting on the opposite side of the work bench,
"Ansd what *do* I think, Doc?" He replied, not angrily, just softly, "telepath now are you?" He added with a little smile. Hank was grateful for that tease, Logan was letting him know it was ok...in his own unique way,
"You think Sabretooth and I are...in a sexual relationship" Confound it! Would Hank ever be rid of that infernal blush?
"Are you?" Logan asked, watching his every move. The Doctor didn't reply, trying to think of a way to tell him without...*telling* him. Oh yes Logan, I made a thieves bargin with Victor Creed, you know the man you absolutely hate, that he could send me to heaven and back once a month in exchange for him not being a violent criminal...yes that would go down *really* well, Hank thouht. Glass beakers clinked sharply together, "aw, Hank-" Logan slammed a fist into the work bench as he stood up,
"I *told* you it's not what you think!" Hank snapped defensivly,
"Aw c'mon McCoy, you're fuckin the bad guy...you ain't usually *that* stupid" Hank glanced up to see the smile curving Logans mouth despite the obvious anger in his eyes,
"So glad you think so" He quipped back. There was a tense moment when Logans temper could have snapped but he grinned and shook his head,
"Do you have any clue of what a bad idea this is?" He asked, looking up. Hank twitched aside a smile, expertly measuring out a few drops of copper oxide into a test tube,
"Oh...I have an inkling" He sighed,
"If he hurts you, I'll kill him" Logan growled, shoving his hands in his pockets. Hank looked past the now glowing test tube to his friend,
"Thank you, Logan" He smiled a little as the canadian scowled, touched at the other mans protectivness...like Hank couldn't bench press 300 pounds. Logan growled a little, blushing before he frowned thoughtfully,
"What's goin on bub?" Logan jerked a head over his shoulder, "what's all this about?"
"I...can't say"
"Is this why you've been protestin his innocence so hard?"
"No. I've been doing that because I genuinely think he didn't do it"
"You do know I wanna string him up with his own intestines, doncha?" Logan asked in all seriousness. Hank looked away, trying not to smile,
"And here was me thinking you two were shopping buddies" He murmured, looking up in time to see Logan bite back a grin,
"Don't push it bub" He muttered, heading towards the door, "Doc?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you...love him?" Logan looked a little ill as he asked the question, wincing at the sharp sod of glass clashing against glass,
"No" Hank answered softly. Logan nodded, once more standing in the doorway, hunting for a cigar in his jacket,
"Next time someone asks you if you love him, try not to sound so uncertain when you reply"
Chapter 6
Wolverine knows
"So...are you gonna tell me what's been going on?" Hank looked up at the question, shifting the magnification goggles on to the top of his head. Logan stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his whold body radiating his discomfort at being there. He was *never* comfortable anywhere near anything that looked remotely medical...unless Jean was there,
"Going on?" The Doctor asked with a frown,
"Last week I find you in an alleyway, smellin strange, an' then a couple of days later *Sabretooth* hands himself in" Logan pushed away from the doorframe, taking a few steps into the room, "I figured out what that scent on you was, Hank" He said softly. The Doctor stared blindly at the equipment on the table as his mind raced, weighing up probabilities and reactions,
"It's not what you think" He said quietly, calmly tidying his things away whilst his mind panicked at him. Wolverine pulled up a stool, sitting on the opposite side of the work bench,
"Ansd what *do* I think, Doc?" He replied, not angrily, just softly, "telepath now are you?" He added with a little smile. Hank was grateful for that tease, Logan was letting him know it was ok...in his own unique way,
"You think Sabretooth and I are...in a sexual relationship" Confound it! Would Hank ever be rid of that infernal blush?
"Are you?" Logan asked, watching his every move. The Doctor didn't reply, trying to think of a way to tell him without...*telling* him. Oh yes Logan, I made a thieves bargin with Victor Creed, you know the man you absolutely hate, that he could send me to heaven and back once a month in exchange for him not being a violent criminal...yes that would go down *really* well, Hank thouht. Glass beakers clinked sharply together, "aw, Hank-" Logan slammed a fist into the work bench as he stood up,
"I *told* you it's not what you think!" Hank snapped defensivly,
"Aw c'mon McCoy, you're fuckin the bad guy...you ain't usually *that* stupid" Hank glanced up to see the smile curving Logans mouth despite the obvious anger in his eyes,
"So glad you think so" He quipped back. There was a tense moment when Logans temper could have snapped but he grinned and shook his head,
"Do you have any clue of what a bad idea this is?" He asked, looking up. Hank twitched aside a smile, expertly measuring out a few drops of copper oxide into a test tube,
"Oh...I have an inkling" He sighed,
"If he hurts you, I'll kill him" Logan growled, shoving his hands in his pockets. Hank looked past the now glowing test tube to his friend,
"Thank you, Logan" He smiled a little as the canadian scowled, touched at the other mans protectivness...like Hank couldn't bench press 300 pounds. Logan growled a little, blushing before he frowned thoughtfully,
"What's goin on bub?" Logan jerked a head over his shoulder, "what's all this about?"
"I...can't say"
"Is this why you've been protestin his innocence so hard?"
"No. I've been doing that because I genuinely think he didn't do it"
"You do know I wanna string him up with his own intestines, doncha?" Logan asked in all seriousness. Hank looked away, trying not to smile,
"And here was me thinking you two were shopping buddies" He murmured, looking up in time to see Logan bite back a grin,
"Don't push it bub" He muttered, heading towards the door, "Doc?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you...love him?" Logan looked a little ill as he asked the question, wincing at the sharp sod of glass clashing against glass,
"No" Hank answered softly. Logan nodded, once more standing in the doorway, hunting for a cigar in his jacket,
"Next time someone asks you if you love him, try not to sound so uncertain when you reply"