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They say you can never come home again.
A blue figure stands outside the door, shape uncertain under a baggy trenchcoat. Is he Ramon Darkholme, European Assassin, or is she Raven Howlett, mother and wife?
A hand reaches for the knocker, pauses, and falls away. A deep breath later, eyes closed, the hand closes over the knob instead.
A blue figure stands outside the door, shape uncertain under a baggy trenchcoat. Is he Ramon Darkholme, European Assassin, or is she Raven Howlett, mother and wife?
A hand reaches for the knocker, pauses, and falls away. A deep breath later, eyes closed, the hand closes over the knob instead.
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Date: 2007-09-28 02:50 am (UTC)And more surprisingly: He's still alive. They're both still alive, even. He wasn't expecting to make it 'till dawn. And yet, here they are. He exhales a deep blue-gray cloud, watching Ramon's huddled form in the light drizzle that's now falling from the sky.
And still, the question keeps coming back to this: Where do they go from here?
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Date: 2007-09-28 02:54 am (UTC)"My wife..." The voice cracks. "Irene is dead."
There's a thick, handwritten journal in the trenchcoat's pocket.
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:01 am (UTC)"How?"
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 03:11 am (UTC)Logan reaches for the note. "Can't think why she'd get that impression," he responds gruffly, and with a little sarcasm.
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:37 am (UTC)"She was right. I would've killed her."
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:40 am (UTC)"I know."
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:45 am (UTC)It doesn't feel like much of anything. Nothing's immediately different; nothing's changed. Logan turns away, pacing slowly into the kitchen and taking another deep inhale from his cigar. "So now what?"
He hadn't even contemplated what would happen if the mission succeeded.
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:50 am (UTC)"My career is over. Everything I've worked towards for the last decade...gone. My son refuses to speak to me. My wife..." Tears well in gold eyes. "I don't know if I can forgive her." About faking Logan's death or taking her own life. Both ideas bring on a dark rage.
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:57 am (UTC)Booted feet come back towards the shapeshifter now. And a large, callused hand meets the flawless skin of his former wife's face. A thumb brushes tears away.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:02 am (UTC)An arm wraps tight around his waist and she holds on, burying her face in his chest.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:09 am (UTC)"We'll figure it out, darlin'," he rumbles softly, after what seems like hours. "If it's one thing we're good at, it's managin'."
Managing well is debatable, however, at least on his end. But at least now he doesn't have to manage alone.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:12 am (UTC)But...he doesn't look a day older than he did twenty years ago. And she has good reason to believe they have scores more ahead.
"Sell the house. It's full of too many bad memories. If we're starting over, I want to do it fresh."
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)The safehouse was safe but it was also very, very boring. Marion was worried about her father and... her father. It had taken her hours and hours to get back here. She wasn't even sure where the safehouse had been to start with.
Opening the door, she isn't expecting to see anyone at all.
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:42 am (UTC)"Marion."
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:13 am (UTC)No... It ... It can't be.
"Poppa?"
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:18 am (UTC)"How many other short hairy mutants do ya know?"
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:23 am (UTC)Marion dashes toward her father in haste.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 04:32 am (UTC)"Hey, darlin'. Y'alright?"
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:36 am (UTC)Marion wraps herself around him, perhaps the first time she's done this in years. The blood doesn't bother her. At least not right now.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:42 am (UTC)"Ya ditched Luiza," he mutters into her hair, his arm around her shoulders.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:49 am (UTC)Both of them.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 04:55 am (UTC)She looks at the girl, frowning slightly. "You shouldn't have come back here," Raven says softly. "It may not be safe. There are..." She pauses, unsure how much Logan wants to tell the girl. Instead of spelling it out, she nods to his shreaded, bloodstained clothing, hoping Marion will understand. "We can't stay here."
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Date: 2007-09-28 05:00 am (UTC)"I couldn't... I had to know."
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Date: 2007-09-28 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 05:12 am (UTC)Maybe.
Marion hugs them both tightly.