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Title:
Alter-Eighteen: Naked Thoughts
Author:
Terri
E-mail:
xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Disclaimer:
Not mine. Darn.
Rating:
NC-17
Archive:
Ask, and I'll say yes.
Feedback:
Please? With a cherry on top? Good, bad, and ugly welcome..
Summary:
Alternative version of events in the movie and the eighteen series.
Logan keeps tabs on Rogue and Rogue gets a whole lot of interesting things
from Logan.
Comments:
This one just popped out. It wasn't in the writing schedule.
And my brbf would like it noted that I've now had two stories with 'naked'
in the title. She seems to think this is some indication that my mind
is in the gutter. Me? You've gotta be kidding. I'm as pure
as the trodden-um, driven, I mean driven-snow.
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"Hey kid."
"Logan!
I'm so glad you called! Where are you? Are you in Canada yet?"
"Yeah.
Made a stop in Toronto. Thought I'd call and check up on ya.
How're they treatin' you?"
"So far
so good. Uh, Jean's been a little weird, but everyone else is fine."
"Weird?"
"Yeah, she
gets a little smirk on her face whenever she sees me. Like she knows
something but she's not telling."
"Ah-never
mind that."
"Do you
know what that's all about?"
"Kinda."
"Well?"
"Uh, you
don't wanna know."
"OK.."
"Look, I'll
call again soon. You sit tight, all right?"
"Will you
call again tomorrow?"
"I'll try,
kid. Take care of yourself. I'll be back soon."
"Hey!
I'm so glad you called!"
"How're
you doin'?"
"Good, fine.
Where are you now?"
"On my way
to Edmonton. Probably get there tomorrow."
"Is it still
cold up there?"
"Yeah.
Snowin' right now, as a matter of fact."
"Oh, hey-before
I forget again-Scott wanted me to ask you if his bike was OK."
"Heh."
"Logan"
"Tell him
I didn't say nothin' when you asked."
"You shouldn't
torture him like that. He really loves that bike. He's seriously
upset."
"Kid, if
I wanted to torture him, I'd say I wrecked it or somethin'. I just
wanna see him sweat a little."
"You're
bad."
"You know
me."
"Hey-Logan-do
you think you'll come back, you know, when you're done looking? Or
do you think you might, um, stay out a while?"
"Tell Scooter
he'll get his bike back eventually."
"No, no.
I was asking that for me. I, uh, just wondered."
"I'll be
back as soon as I'm done. I said I'd be back, right?"
"Yeah, you
did."
"Everything
OK there, kid?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"Nothing.
Nothing really. I just, uh, I had a little bit of a bad day, that's
all. Nothing I want to bother you with."
"What happened?"
"I, uh,
accidentally touched Jubilee-you know, my roomate?-and she, uh, was out for
about six hours. They're..well, they're going to move me into the room
you stayed in, so I can be alone. So no more accidents happen."
"Shit."
"No, it
makes sense, really, it does, and Jubilee's not someone I want large doses
of in my head, really."
"But you
don't like it. You'd rather have roomates."
"I guess
what I like or don't isn't really the point. They're right-I could've-I
could've killed her, and it's just too dangerous for me to live with other
people."
"All those
kids got mutations, a lotta kids got ones just as dangerous as yours.
You're no different."
"I kind
of am, though. I mean, yeah, there are kids with dangerous mutations,
but they can control them, I can't. That makes me different."
"Nuh-uh.
Look at Scooter. He can't control it."
"But it's
easy to fix-he can wear the glasses, and it's fine. I'm not-it's different
with me. I'm-I've got a worse mutation. More dangerous to other
people. I'm-it's just different. There's no one else like me
here."
"Look, kid."
"It's fine,
Logan, it's not really a big deal."
"I'll be
in Edmonton tomorrow. I'll call you from there."
"It's really
fine. It's just a small thing."
"Yeah.
I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow. You sit tight there, OK?"
"OK."
"Talk to
you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Where's
Rogue?"
"Uh, who
the heck are you?"
"It's Logan.
Put Rogue on."
"Uh, I can't
do that at the moment, dude."
"Why not?"
"Uh.."
"Stop sayin'
that. I asked you a question. Why not?"
"There was
a little, um, fight. She's, uh, in the medlab right now and they're
trying to save her life."
"Jesus!"
"Uh, yeah,
so I gotta-"
"What the
fuck happened?"
"Whoa, language,
dude!"
"My fuckin'
language is gonna get a helluva lot worse if you don't tell me what happened
right fuckin' now!"
"That big
hairy guy-you know, the one that's not you-he snuck in to the mansion at
night and tried to grab her. She, uh, couldn't really fight him off
too well. He's, you know, big and strong and evil. And for some
reason, she wouldn't just touch him and kill him, so he beat the crap outta
her. She's got a lotta internal bleeding."
"Put the
call through down there."
"Dude, they're
kinda busy with-"
"Do it!"
"Jeannie?"
"Busy now,
Logan."
"What's
goin' on? Is she hurt bad?"
"Just one
major injury to her side-punctured lung. We're prepping for surgery
now, so I have to go."
"Is she
gonna be OK?"
"I don't
know."
"Whaddya
mean?"
"I have
to go, Logan."
"Xavier's."
"Who's this?"
"It's Scott,
Logan."
"How is
she?"
"The same
as when you called last."
"What, she's
still not awake?"
"No."
"Shit."
"Look, I
have to go. I have a class."
"How could
you let this fuckin' happen? I left her there for two days and I got
the old man's word that he'd look after her and this shit-"
"Logan,
I have to go. I have a class. Call again later."
"Hello?"
"Jeannie?"
"How is
she?"
"Better.
She's awake and oriented. That's a good sign."
""
"Logan?"
"Is she
gonna be OK?"
"I think
so, yes. We were a little worried when she stayed unconscious for so
long, but she seems to be recovering nicely now."
"Seems to
be?"
"Yes.
We'll know more in a few hours."
"Look, I'll
call again. I'll be there by tomorrow."
"All right,
and Logan, try not to worry too much. She's doing all right."
"Bye."
"Hey, kid."
"Logan?"
"Yeah."
"Am I having
some kind of weird dream?"
"Uh, no.
I don't think so."
"Aren't
you in Canada?"
"Not no
more."
"What happened?"
"Shit, Marie-don't
you remember what happened? You got attacked by Sabretooth and-"
"No, no,
I mean what happened-you came back."
"You got
hurt."
"Um."
"I came
back to make sure you were OK. I promised to take care of ya.
Do you think I forgot about that already?"
"No, but,
um, you were on an important-"
"Whatever.
Look, how do you feel?"
"My chest
hurts. And my head feels weird, but I think that's the pain medication."
"OK, look,
I'm gonna touch you and fix it, so-"
"No!
No way, Logan. That's like-that's for life and death situations, and
I'll be fine. I'll heal on my own eventually. I'll live.
I don't want you to get hurt."
"All right,
listen to me for a second. I'm gonna touch you and fix it. This
isn't a talk we're gonna have, that's what I'm gonna do. 'Cause you're
hurtin' and I can fix it, so I'm gonna. There's not a talk about it,
Marie."
"But-"
"You ready?"
"Logan,
wait. You don't have to do this. You could-"
"Didn't
I say there was no talk about this? Are you ready?"
"Are you
*sure*?"
"Yeah, kid."
"Then get
a chair 'cause you'll fall over and make a big thud when you go under."
"Ohyeah.
There we go. All set. You ready?"
"If you're-"
"I'm sure.
Just relax, kid. We've done this before. Just relax.."
"Thank you,
Logan."
"What could
you have possibly been thinking?!"
"Well, that
I could make her all better in a hurry. I'd think that'd be obvious
even to you."
"Don't you
understand how her mutation works, Logan?"
"Sure I
do. Whaddya think, I'm stupid?"
"You're
either stupid or mean, so why don't you tell me which it is?"
"What're
you talkin' about, Scooter?"
"There's
more of you in her head now, more of you to deal with. Didn't you think
about that at all before you touched her? If it was as simple as trading
some healing for her for some time spent unconscious for you, don't you think
we would've asked you to come back? But now, she's got to assimilate
more of you, while she's still juggling everyone that's up there already."
"Oh, shit."
"I guess
it's stupid, then."
"Fuck off."
"Marie?
You in here?"
"Um, in
the bathroom. Out in a second."
"How's your
head?"
"What?"
"Your head,
how is it?"
"Well, the
pain medication's wearing off and-"
"No, I mean,
um, the people in your head. How's that goin'?"
"Uh, Logan,
you look awful. Are you all right? Did I hurt you worse than
usual or something?"
"No, no.
I'm fine. I, uh, just should say I'm sorry. 'Cause I didn't think
about the head thing before I touched you. There's probably more me
in there, huh?"
"Yeah, but
it's fine. I'm used to you. And by the way-you should've told
me what Jean said. I can't believe she said that! And who says
'taken with'? People said that, like back in the twenties."
"Marie-"
"But at
least it explains why she's been giving me the look for the past week since
you left. Geez, you'd think that-"
"Marie,
your head?"
"It's fine."
"It ain't.
That's why you were sayin' no before, down in the lab. You didn't wanna
do it 'cause of the head thing."
"No, that
wasn't it at all. I didn't want to take that risk when I knew I'd be
OK later, you know? It's not-what if I really hurt you?"
"Aw, kid,
that's not gonna happen."
"You don't
know that, Logan, nobody knows how it works, not even me. It's a risk."
"It's a
risk I'm OK with takin'. But your head, that stuff-I know it's gotta
be hard with what you got from me."
"No.
You're the easiest. You don't-you just hang out up there. You're
fine. Except, you know, those times when I want to grab Jean's boobs,
or smack Scott, but I'm learning to live with it."
"I'm sorry.
I shoulda thought first."
"It's fine.
I-I owe you another one for that. I'm really grateful you did it.
I feel a lot better."
"And the
head thing is OK?"
"Just fine.
But, uh, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure, kid."
"I got some
thoughts about me from you-they're a little weird."
"Uh.."
"I'm naked
in some of them."
"Uh.."
"Naked and,
um, doing stuff with you."
"I, uh,
don't really.."
"Stuff that
looks *interesting*, but, you know, a little, um, *advanced* for how our
relationship is at this stage."
"Sorry."
"It's no
problem. I have naked thoughts about you too. Mine aren't as,
uh, elaborate, but they're still naked."
"Uh-huh."
"Anyway-I
just wondered if you could, you know, say something about that. About
where those naked thoughts are, uh, coming from or headed or something.
Or what you're thinking about doing with them."
"Well, I'm
gonna stop thinkin' them right now."
"Really?"
"Yeah, 'cause,
uh, for the next little while at least, you're gonna be in pretty close quarters
with me."
"I am?"
"Yeah.
We're-well, we're headin' back up to Canada, if you're feelin' up to it, first
thing in the morning, and it's gonna be a long drive, so I don't think it's
a good idea to.."
"Be thinking
the naked thoughts?"
"Yeah."
"Because
you don't want to act on the naked thoughts?"
"Um, not
right now. You're, uh, gonna just still be 'kid' for a while, OK?"
"That's
not what you call me when you-"
"Marie!"
"Well, they're
your thoughts."
"I know
that, but-"
"And it's
not like I would be opposed to doing some of the naked things. I mean,
I'm not sure I'm as *flexible* as your subconscious seems to think I am, but
I'm willing to give most of them a try."
"You're
not an adult, Marie."
"Yes I am."
"I mean
legally. Legally, you're not-"
"My eighteenth
birthday was the same day they kidnapped me, the same day you rescued me,
the same day you saved my life."
".."
"You're thinking
some of those naked thoughts right now, aren't you? I should probably
tell you that my boobs aren't really quite that big. You're enhancing
a little in-"
"Marie!
Stop that. Don't-I don't wanna hear about your boobs."
"What would
you like to hear about?"
"I'd like
to hear that you're feelin' OK enough to get goin' tomorrow mornin'.
I'd like to hear that we're gonna table the naked discussion for a while.
I'd like a little time to adjust, kid."
"Adjust
to what?"
"The legally
an adult thing. I thought that was, like, another year off or somethin'."
"Nope."
"Yeah."
"OK, then.
I feel well enough to go first thing in the morning. I don't think we
necessarily should table the naked discussion, but I will for now.
And, um, take all the time you need to adjust. If I'm going with you,
I don't mind."
"OK."
"But, Logan,
I just have to ask one thing."
"Yeah?"
"In river
rapids? Wouldn't that be cold? And we could drown."
"I, uh,
like the outdoors."
"What're
you thinkin' 'bout so much over there? You haven't said hardly anythin'
for a hundred kilometers."
"Oh, just
stuff.."
"Don't give
me that look. I said I don't wanna talk about it."
"You asked."
"Don't you
ever think 'bout anythin' but me naked?"
"Sure I
do."
"Well, let's
talk about some of those things, all right?"
"OK, I was
thinking that the Professor looked like he was about to blow an important
blood vessel when you told him about us going to Canada. I was thinking
how Scott was so happy to have his bike back and you away from Jean.
I was thinking-"
"I have
naked thoughts about Jean. I know you got 'em. I can't help it,
kid."
"I know.
It's OK. I have naked thoughts about Scott."
"What?!"
"You heard
me, you've got super-sensitive hearing."
"Scooter?!"
"Sometimes
both of you at once."
"Marie!"
"Oh, come
on, do you think I didn't notice that one with both me and Jean? Thanks
for letting me be the one to, uh, you know, get the most attention, by the
way."
"Shit."
"And I can
tell you right now, enjoy that thought, because it's never going to happen
in real life. Never."
"Aren't
you embarrassed to talk about that shit?"
"Why should
I be?"
"'Cause
you're a nice girl."
"Nice girls
have sexual thoughts too, Logan."
"But only
'bout the guy they're in love with or whatever."
"Oh no,
that's not true."
"Whaddya
mean?"
"Don't you
think Jean fantasizes about you? And Storm? I mean, just because
they're in love with other people doesn't mean they don't have, you know,
thoughts."
"Are you
saying you seriously have sexual thoughts about people who ain't me?"
"Yes."
"Well, stop
it!"
"I can't.
Can you stop thinking about a naked Jean? Hmm?"
"That's
different."
"Oh, please."
"It is.
I'm an asshole, Marie. I'm supposedta be thinkin' those things about
most women I meet, all right? You're not. You thinkin' those
things-it means somethin'."
"It means
I have eyes, Logan. Scott's a hottie."
"Stop sayin'
things like that!"
"I don't
love him. You don't love Jean."
"No."
"You have
naked thoughts about me and you love me."
"That's
different. Those naked thoughts come with other things too, and it's
just.it's different."
"Well, you're
the only one I have happy naked thoughts about, you know-more smiley and
fun and less 'grrr' and 'do it like that, baby'."
"Exactly.
And-wait-you don't think those thoughts about Scooter, do ya? The fun
naked ones?"
"Just you."
"Good, then.
Good."
"I know
I'm the only one you think about differently too."
"That's
right."
"I like
the one where you're kissing me in a big open field at night."
"Yeah, that
one's-hey, wait, I thought we said we weren't gonna talk about the naked
thoughts."
"I have
clothes on in that one. I never knew you liked me in green so much."
"Goes with
your eyes."
"Ah."
"Tell me
a happy one you think 'bout me."
"I thought
you wanted to stop talking about this."
"It's not
fair that you get all of mine, and I don't know yours. Just tell me
one."
"I have
this one-actually, it's my favorite-where I tickle you."
"Tickling,
huh?"
"Mmm-hmm.
We're in bed, just waking up, and I'm so happy about the night before that
I decide to tickle you. You like it. You think it's cute."
"I've never
been tickled."
"Want to
try it?"
"Maybe."
"We could
try the kissing one too, if you want. You know, with a scarf or something
to protect you."
"I noticed
you packed a lotta scarves."
"Uh-huh."
"More scarves
than clothes, almost."
"Yep."
"Got plans,
do ya?"
"Maybe."
"Gonna let
me in on 'em?"
"Sure.
They involve kissing, mostly."
"You'd like
to do that, then?"
"Yes, I
would. Would you?"
"Uh."
"Not quite
adjusted yet?"
"Not quite."
"OK.
I'm not going anywhere."
"Good."
"Do you
want a back rub?"
"Uh"
"You just
looked like you might want one."
"Well, OK."
"Lie down.
I'll change gloves. These aren't too soft on the skin."
"OK."
"I'm with
you on this one. I like giving back rubs."
"Saw that
one too, huh?"
"It was
a nice one."
"You ended
up doin' a little more than givin' me a back rub, kid."
"Yeah, but
I'm not going to do any of that other stuff now."
"No?"
"No."
"Don't wanna?"
"Oh, sure,
I want to. But I bet you'll like this-just this-pretty much."
"Good so
far."
"I like
this motel."
"It's godawful."
"It's colorful."
"What?
You mean the puke stains on the carpet?"
"No, I mean
the locale, the people. It's different being here than seeing it in
my head through you."
"Is it weird
for you, the head thing?"
"Just a
little confusing sometimes. The first time I got you, I was surprised
how strong your feelings for me were-how much you wanted to look after me,
make sure I was OK. The second time, it was a little different.
You wanted *me*. Not like the naked thoughts, but you know, you wanted
the actual me, and there was all this stuff about me belonging to you.
Then the third time, there were all of those naked thoughts and a lot ofjust
a lot of emotion. It was surprising. A lot different over just
a few days."
"Yeah.
It's surprisin' for me too."
"I love
you back like that, you know. It's not-I know what I'm doing, it's
not a crush or something."
"How can
you be sure?"
"Just am.
Plus, well, I know you pretty well. It's not like screaming over a rock
star - just projecting what you want him to be like onto a pretty face."
"Still.."
"There's
also-well, there's also the tingling."
"Tingling?"
"It's a
sure sign."
"Tingling?"
"Yeah.
I get tingly all over when I'm really close to you. Never happened
before. But it means something, I know it. Erik-Magneto-he felt
the same thing for Charles and that was love, real love."
"Who's Charles?"
"You know,
the Professor."
"He's gay?"
"Bi, I think.
Erik knew he had girlfriends before him."
"Whoa."
"Does that
bother you?"
"A little,
yeah."
"Because
of-"
"Because
the idea of them together is weird. They're on opposite sides now."
"They didn't
start out that way."
"Weirdso.tingly?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"You feel
like that now?"
"Yeah.
Why?"
"'Cause
I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' over and kissin' you. Just once. On
the cheek."
"I'm in
favor of that."
"C'mere.
Gimme the scarf."
"Mmmm."
"Nice?"
"Very."
"Feel tingly?"
"And floaty."
"That's
good, right?"
"Yep."
"Hey, kid,
I, uh, I like you."
"You love
me."
"I can't
really.."
"Say that.
I know."
"It's OK?"
"Yeah."
"Do you-"
"Love you?
Yeah. And look, I can say it too."
"Kid."
"I was joking
with you, Logan. It's OK."
"Other cheek?"
"Love to."
"Hey, kid?"
"Yeah?"
"What else
should I, uh, call you?"
"Anything
you like. Kid's OK too. That's what Bogie called Bacall, right?
And the woman in Casablanca, Ingrid Bergman. And-"
"I'd prefer
somethin' else."
"You're
uncomfortable with how much younger I am."
"Yeah."
"Don't be.
I mean-if you averaged the age of the people in my head plus me, I'd be old,
really old. Too old for you, even."
"That's
only 'cause you'd be addin' my age in there."
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