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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.

Date: 2007-09-28 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He's paused to light up a fresh stogie. After the crazy shit that just went down earlier with freakin' duplicates and people being from some kind of alternate universe, he needs the nicotine to try and slow his racing thoughts down, even if the effect's only temporary. Blood stains his clothing, torn and shredded from the night's activities.

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?

Date: 2007-09-28 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
Logan never had much in the way of even grudging respect for the woman -- there had always been an undercurrent of something that didn't smell right about her, from the moment he met her. But even this is a surprise for him, reflected in the raised eyebrow he gives Ramon now as he leans in the doorway.

"How?"

Date: 2007-09-28 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He's almost sorry he didn't see her corpse for himself.

Logan reaches for the note. "Can't think why she'd get that impression," he responds gruffly, and with a little sarcasm.

Date: 2007-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
The note begins: 'I had twenty good years. You can't begrudge me that, you hairy savage. The two of you have scores more left. You would have done the same thing in my place...

Date: 2007-09-28 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
The first gets a noncommital grunt from him. He'll begrudge her a lot more before this is over with, he suspects. The idea he'd do anything the same as her makes the bile rise in his throat. He continues reading the crumpled paper.

Date: 2007-09-28 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
The note is crushed into a ball in his fist. He's barely moved a muscle, but the sense of his posture has somehow changed. He's angry. Confirmation of his suspicions does nothing for his mood.

"She was right. I would've killed her."

Date: 2007-09-28 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
This is victory. This is what it's like.

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.

Date: 2007-09-28 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
That last, only time can answer. It will either fester or be released. He knows a great deal about the first.

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.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He'll hold her as long as she wants to be held.

"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.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
That much he can agree on right at this moment. This whole city is going to be in an uproar before the first papers hit the pavement tomorrow. "Got somewhere in mind?"

Date: 2007-09-28 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
It'll be the first time she's seen him crack a smile since they came face to face again after more than twenty years.

Date: 2007-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
She couldn't take it any longer.

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.

Date: 2007-09-28 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
She'll be greeted by a dimly lit kitchen, and two silhouettes outlined in the room's confines. One lifts his head in surprise, pushing back the chair he was about to sit in with a loud scrape across the aged vinyl floor; his entire posture on high alert before he realizes who it is, recognizes her scent. There's the stench of blood and death around them both. Silence coats the moment in a drawn-out and tense fashion. Then, he relaxes his stance, just a little.

"Marion."

Date: 2007-09-28 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
Marion freezes.

No... It ... It can't be.

"Poppa?"

Date: 2007-09-28 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He just stands there, immobile; equal parts relieved and wondering why she isn't with their housekeeper at the safehouse he'd set up years ago in anticipation of tonight's events.

"How many other short hairy mutants do ya know?"

Date: 2007-09-28 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
"Poppa!"

Marion dashes toward her father in haste.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
He has just enough time to exhale another billow of stogie smoke before he's almost bowled over. It won't be the most pleasant of embraces, given his current state -- he's still in his torn and bloodied clothing, though his wounds from the confrontation with Xavier's cyborg earlier are all long healed.

"Hey, darlin'. Y'alright?"

Date: 2007-09-28 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
"Poppa."

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.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
It's a night of firsts and of actions that haven't seen the light of day for years, it seems like. Logan won't soon forget it. He'd been prepared, earlier this evening, to throw his life away and forever change his daughter's, for the sake of revenge. Now everything's been put into a different perspective -- one he never dared to entertain. A future with his wife, and his daughter.

"Ya ditched Luiza," he mutters into her hair, his arm around her shoulders.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
"I did. It was boring and I didn't know if ..." Marion looks over his shoulder at her mother. "I didn't... You're alive."

Both of them.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canadiansixpack.livejournal.com
"She'll go out of her damn mind wonderin' where ya are," he gripes as he follows her look over his shoulder. "Yeah. We are. This city's goin' ta be crazy fer a while, though."

Date: 2007-09-28 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
Marion reaches out for her mother, her hands gloved even still.

"I couldn't... I had to know."

Date: 2007-09-28 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/
Maybe this can work.

Maybe.

Marion hugs them both tightly.

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