Pick Your Poison - Chapter Nine


Title: Pick Your Poison
Author: Terri
E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17, for some Logan and Marie lovin' ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Poo.
Archive: WRFA, Mutual Admiration, Dolphin Haven, Peep
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Summary: Sequel to chapter eight. We listen in on
plenty of conversations........
Comments: This one turned out just a little longer
than the average PYP despite the three-way tie ;) No,
I'm not that lazy, why do you ask ;)

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Hank knocked softly on Marie's bedroom door. He hoped
that she would at least open the door so that he could
let her see how sorry he was, but he would understand
if she didn't. Sometimes when she got frightened by
things, or just upset, she wouldn't let anyone but
Logan near her. If need be, Hank thought, I can
apologize through the door. The key is not to upset
her further.

Much to his relief, the door swung open a few moments
after his knock, revealing a puffy-eyed Marie. "I
came to offer my most humble apologies for my slip-up.
Logan instructed me to use 'Rogue' in any
interactions with the x-men, but - but I was thrown
off track a little by the upsetting news regarding Dr.
Grey and I forgot. I am very sorry to have caused you
distress, Marie."

Marie pinched her eyebrows together and scrunched her
nose up in concentration. Then, deciding something,
she waved Hank inside and gestured for him to sit on
the bed. Hank did so, waiting for whatever it was
that Marie wanted to communicate with him. She paced
back and forth in front of him a few times, then came
to a halt directly opposite him. What she did next,
he never would've predicted.

"Thank you."

Hank sat there dumbfounded for a moment before an
irrepressible smile began to spread across his face.
"You're very welcome. May I ask what for?" He was
fighting the urge to leap up and hug her within an
inch of her life. This was wonderful progress - but
he knew he couldn't scare her or make too big a deal
of her talking. After all, that was the advice he had
given Logan and expected him to follow. It just
wouldn't do for the doctor to disregard his own
orders. Besides, he noticed that Marie looked
distinctly nervous at having spoken, and was now
fidgeting quite a bit. He waited for her answer,
knowing that even if it wasn't a spoken one, she'd
give it to him.

"Helping me." It came out in a weak whisper, and
Marie took several steps back away from Hank as she
said it, but she said it. Hank's smile grew wider
still.

"It is truly my pleasure. I do not think I have ever
had such a resilient and determined patient as you. I
am so very glad that you spoke with me. Very glad."
Marie nodded and smiled a little in return, but she
maintained her distance. "I should also be thanking
you, you and Logan, for giving me an opportunity to
live here, with you and the children, and to practice
my craft. Not many people, even mutants, would have
taken a chance on a doctor with my, ah, unique
appearance, much less take him in to their home. I am
very grateful for the chance to live here and work
with you and the children." Marie shrugged a little,
and Hank took it for the 'you're welcome' that was
intended. "I, ah, meant to also tell you that Logan
will be in momentarily. He is watching to make sure
your friends have gone." Marie frowned at that, and
Hank hastily added, "I am very sorry for my slip-up
with them, very sorry. It will not happen again, but
I suppose the cat is out of the bag, as it were."

Marie shook her head a little, and crossed the room
back over to Hank, sitting herself down beside him and
hugging him carefully. Hank knew that was her way of
telling him all was forgiven, and he gave her a gentle
squeeze in return. "You know," he began, "you have a
very pleasant speaking voice. And I see that you have
retained just a bit of your southern accent. Logan
informed me that you are from Mississippi, correct?"
He felt her nod against his shoulder. "Most melodious
to the ear." That got a small giggle from her. "I am
glad you are feeling better, Marie." She squeezed him
tighter and he thought he heard a barely-whispered 'me
too' before Logan entered the room.

For a split-second, Hank felt very much like prey.
Logan's eyes narrowed on him immediately and his
entire body tensed, as though he were about to pounce
on Hank. In the next breath, though, he straightened
and gave out a little cough. "Everythin' OK here?"
His voice held a distinctly unhappy and somewhat
suspicious tone. Hank would've understood why if it
had been anyone but him involved in this scenario -
Logan was not a man who took well to finding his lover
in the arms of another on their conjugal bed no matter
how innocent the actual circumstances - but surely,
Hank thought he mustn't be considered a threat. After
all, just look at him. No one would be attracted to
him in that kind of way.

"Fine," Hank replied, easing away from Marie. "We
were just..talking."

"Talkin'?" Logan asked. Marie nodded
enthusiastically as she crossed the room to embrace
Logan. He took a tentative sniff at her before
folding his arms around her. "Well, good for you,
darlin'. Good for you." Logan looked genuinely
pleased at that.

"I shall be going," Hank said, finally able to move
from the bed. "I will be in the lab should you need
me." He gingerly brushed past Logan and Marie and
through the open door. Before disappearing to his lab
once again, he turned and gave Marie a mischievous
look. "Nice talking with you, Marie." She gave him
an impish grin back, before Logan shut the door behind
them.

"Hey," Logan purred, still holding on to Marie,
"you're a regular talkin' machine now, aintcha?"
Marie blushed and smiled. "I'm glad you got to
talkin' with Hank."

"Safe."

"Yeah. He's safe to talk to. Him and me and all the
kids are, honey. Whenever you wanna. Whenever you
wanna try that out, you just go ahead." He ran his
hands over her back and hips as he walked her over to
the bed. Seeing Hank with her had set off some inner
alarm, some animal response to his mate being close to
another male. Of all the people in Marie's life,
Logan thought, Hank was the one he could see her
falling for. She trusted him, and he had healed her
in ways Logan couldn't. Logan knew Marie loved him
very much, and that nothing had happened, but he still
felt that primal need to reassert his claim on her.

"They're gone?"

Her whispered question brought Logan out of his
thoughts. "Yeah. And they'll stay gone if they know
what's good for 'em. I'm sorry, Marie. I'm sorry
they acted like such assholes."

"Stupid."

"Yes, they were." Logan had finally reached the bed,
and he sat down on it, pulling Marie into his lap.

She shook her head. "Me."

"Whaddya talkin' about? You didn't do anythin'
stupid." She frowned and buried her head in his
shoulder. "You can talk to me, darlin'. It's safe.
I gotcha and nobody's gonna hurt ya, not as long as
I'm alive." He waited, letting her choose her own
time and words. He had a feeling she would speak to
him now.

"Thought it would be different. Just - just like
before. Seems stupid to me now."

"I still don't understand, darlin'. What seems
stupid?" He kissed her head for encouragement. She
was talking a lot now, and he wanted to keep that up.


"Thinking it could be the same. I'm not the same.
They don't understand. Won't ever be that way again,
not now." Logan didn't quite know what to say to
that. They sat in silence until Marie pulled back
from Logan a bit to look him in the eyes. "I'd still
be there. They'd still be - be coming to visit me
once in a while but not - not helping. I'd still
beoff. You saved me."

"I know," he whispered back. Marie's eyes had turned
soft, and she looked very beautiful to him just then.
"I love you. I couldn't let ya stay there and hurt
like that. I'm just sorry I didn't come back sooner.
Marie, I swear I woulda if I'd known, I swear I - "

She silenced him with a gloved finger to his lips. "I
know." She began touching his face, much like she had
in their earlier days, before they were lovers, when
she wanted some simple affection from him. "Love
you," she sighed, enjoying her survey of his features.
"Just you."

Logan startled at that, but, catching the knowing look
in her eye, soon settled. He took very good care of
her, but she did the same for him, only in less
obvious ways. Hell, he thought, she can probably
read me like a book by now. And she probably knows
what's on my mind at the moment.

"Do you wanna be together tonight?" He only rarely
asked for that - he usually was very scrupulous about
letting her initiate anything between them. There
were times, though, that he needed her, needed to make
sure she knew she was his, needed to make her feel his
love for her, and to feel hers for him. Tonight, for
many reasons, was one of those times.

"Yes." Logan smiled at her spoken answer. A flash of
a fantasy about her screaming out his name in bed at
the top of her lungs passed through his mind. "Love
you."

He bent to nuzzle at her neck, protected by her hair.
"Need you, Marie. A lot. Wanna be with you, all the
time." He felt her gently nod, careful not to
interrupt his ministrations. "I couldn't be without
ya. Never again." He parted from her and lay her
back on the bed. Leaning over her, he tenderly
stroked her stomach as her gloved hands once again
found their way to his face.

"Logan."

"I love it that you talk a little now, baby. I
'specially like hearin' my name roll off your lips and
hearin' you say you love me. I - I know it's still
kinda hard for ya and I don't wanna push, but, darlin'
I could take as much of that as you can stand to give
me." His lopsided smile let her know he was only
half-joking. His hand drifted up to caress her
breasts, causing a hint of arousal to begin spicing
her scent.

"Love you," she murmured a little unsteadily, as her
back arched beneath his touch. He loved this - loved
watching the reactions he produced in her, loved
watching her complete trust in him, loved watching the
pleasure wash over her and carry her away in bliss.
If he was honest with himself, he'd even say he needed
it. "More"

"Whatever you want, Marie. I'm gonna take care of you
and give you whatever you want, darlin'." His
caresses became more insistent, and her legs splayed
apart a little. She let out a whimper when she felt
his hands begin to undo her jeans. She had tights on
beneath, as usual, and that allowed him to take off
his own pants. "Wanna - wanna see you," he panted, as
his gloved fingers slid beneath the hem of her
sweater, rucking it up and over her breasts as she
wiggled to help him. When his efforts revealed a
sheer, lacy bra, he quickly and deftly freed Marie of
that too, then sat back a little to look at her.

They did it this way often - with her bottom half
covered in the tights and his top half well- covered
by his thermal shirt. Now, Marie almost never became
worried about her skin or self- conscious when they
were both covered in this way. He wanted that, wanted
her very relaxed. "You're so damn beautiful,
darlin'." That always got a blush out of her and this
time was no different. Her tiny, gloved hands reached
out to find his waist and pull him to her. She felt
him press his hips to hers, and felt how ready he was.


Lately, she'd been trying to be sure he was pleased,
satisfied when they were together. At first, she'd
felt so starved for affection, for touch, and so
desperate for comfort that she never paid attention to
Logan's needs, his feelings. Now, she tried not to
get so lost in her own emotions that she neglected
his. As she felt his fingers caress her intimately,
she began to caress him in turn. He grunted in
pleasure, and she knew she was on the right track.

"Marie...." he moaned, as she increased her pace.

"Now?" she asked, large brown eyes gazing into his
hooded hazel ones. Logan nodded, and reached for
their nightstand drawer, and a condom. He drew a
scarf out as well - he wanted to kiss her, taste her
as they made love. Marie took the condom from him,
opening it and gently rolling it onto him. He brought
one hand up to caress her hair as she did, then
swooped down for a kiss. She kissed back with
abandon, not letting the necessary barrier temper her
enthusiasm.

"Now," she repeated and this time it wasn't a
question. She helped guide him inside her, and he
entered with one strong thrust and several soft moans.
The first few times, she'd had trouble accommodating
him, and he'd had to go very slow. Now she was used
to him, and she was glad of that. He was already
thrusting quite rapidly. "Logan......."

"Oh, darlin', yes, yes." That triggered Marie's
arousal, and she began moving with him. "That's it,
baby, yes!"

"Logan," she moaned again. All of a sudden, there
were so many words she wanted to get out, so many
things she wanted to tell him - that he shouldn't hold
back, that she wanted to please him, that she was
bursting with love for him. But somehow the words
wouldn't come, only his name. "Logan!"

"Grrrrr!" His sweat was starting to moisten his
shirt, and he was keeping up an impossibly fast pace,
hitting her in all the right spots in the process.
She could feel him dancing on the edge of control, so
close to letting go, but she knew he was always
careful with her, especially here. Just once, she
wanted him not to be careful. Just once, she wanted
him to think about his own satisfaction, not hers.
Just once, she wanted this magical thing between them
to be all about him and not about her at all.

"Logan, more!" He wound one hand in her hair,
tangling it and pulling. The other hand jumped to her
breast, cupping it in a firm grip. "Yes!"

"Unnnhh!" He was baring his teeth and barely in
control now. He knew it, and he fought against letting
go, but the supple feel of Marie's body beneath him
combined with her vocal encouragements were wrenching
the ability to stay in control from his grasp.
"Marie!"

It was half-plea, half-warning, but Marie seemed to
take it as neither. She grabbed his buttocks firmly
with both hands, pulling him more deeply into her.
"Logan!" It was a growl that issued from her lips, a
growl that contained his name. That was the last of
his control.

"Unnh! Marie!" His already firm grasp on her body
became almost painful and his thrusts became erratic,
no longer in any identifiable rhythm. Marie was
beginning to lose control as well, but she had enough
of her senses still operable to say his name again
before she found her own release.

"Logan, yes!"

"GRRR!" He felt her contract and spasm around him,
then felt a gush of wetness follow. "Unnnnhhh!
Marie!" He used his grip to pin her to the bed as he
lost himself in his final passionate throes. "GRRRR!"
With a final strong, deep thrust, he came, drenching
her with fluid. He heard her sigh in contentment and
he began to come back to himself a little.

When he realized how hard he was pulling on her hair
and that he may have bruised her breast, he let go of
her like she was a hot coal. "Logan?" she panted.

"Sorry. Sorry." He rolled off of her, leaving her
body, and averting his eyes from hers.

"Logan?" Marie was beginning to be a little scared
now - he'd never turned away from her like that. Had
she done something wrong?

"Sorry, darlin'. I gotta - " He rose from the bed and
headed toward the bathroom door, but then stopped
himself. He couldn't just leave her - that might
upset her. But he couldn't quite face her at the
moment, either. "I, uh - " He heard a soft whimper
from the direction of the bed, and he chanced a peek
at her only to see her frowning deeply, almost in
tears, and wrapping herself up in the covers. His
worst fears were realized - he'd lost it, scared her.
"God, baby, I'm - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Marie pulled the blanket over her head so that only
here eyes were peeking out. Logan's heart sank at the
thought that she was trying to hide again, only this
time from him. He pulled his pants back on and sat on
the bed with her, but as far from her as possible.
"Please - please don't be scared. I didn't mean to
hurt ya, Marie. Please."

Her eyes changed at that, and her brows drew together
in confusion. "No."

"It won't ever happen again, I swear it to you, I - "

"No," Marie said, this time more firmly and peeking
her head out of the blankets. "I - I did it wrong."

"No, no, you did it just right, baby. You didn't do
anything wrong."

"Mad," she sputtered. "You're mad."

"At myself, Marie. That - that I got a little outta
control."

"No," she repeated. "Wanted to. For you. Wanted it
to be for you." Logan was struck speechless at that.
"Did I do it wrong?" she whispered. "Something's -
something's wrong with me," she finished, dejected.

"No," he answered, voice thick with emotion. "I love
you so much, Marie. You didn't do anythin' wrong.
Nothin's wrong with you, darlin', nothin'. I just - I
was worried that I scared you, that I was too wild."
She shook her head no. "You don't hafta - I don't
wanna have you doin' anythin' you don't want. I don't
wanna have you thinkin' you gotta please me, 'cause -
"

"Want to. Want to please you. You please me." She
scooted toward him a little, fishing one gloved hand
out from beneath the blankets to take his hand. "Not
scared. Never scared with you." She gave him a small
smile, and squeezed his hand. "Just want to do it
right, like you like."

"Oh, Marie," He lay down on the bed beside her, and
she cuddled her blanket-wrapped form to his.

"Talk. Talk to me." She brought her face as close to
his as she safely could, urging him on with her eyes.


"I don't wanna lose you. I wanna do right by you,
kid." He was trying to find the words to tell her
that the only thing in this world he feared was her
being hurt, and that having the hurt come by his own
actions was his most horrific nightmare. Even if she
left him one day, which he often worried over, even if
she found she no longer needed him and that she was
better off with someone else, that wouldn't be as bad
as hurting her.

"You do," she answered as he struggled for the words.
"Love you."

He smiled at that. "Love you too. Sorry if I - sorry
if I scared ya. Didn't mean to upset ya, just - just
- I got a little worried that I'd hurt ya. Never
wanna do that."

"You never do," she answered. "Love you."

"Love you too," he repeated. "A lot, Marie, a lot."

"Me too." She smiled broadly now, and Logan's fears
eased some. "Need you. Want you. Love you."

"I know, darlin'." Logan tried to push his dark
thoughts completely aside now, tried to focus on
reassuring her, taking care of what she needed. "I'm
just gonna stick close to you tonight, OK? We'll -
we'll talk with the kids in the mornin' about the
barn. You and me - let's just stay in bed together
tonight." She nodded, and he let out a breath he
wasn't aware he was holding. "I'm gonna take care of
you, Marie. You just lemme hold on to ya, all right?
I'm gonna take good care of you."

"Me too," she whispered, before settling into his
embrace.






Kitty and Jubes drove toward the airport in silence.
That in and of itself was unusual enough, but the fact
that both seemed lost in deep thought compounded the
irregularity of the situation. When they reached the
rental car return office, as they were completing the
paperwork, Jubes finally spoke. "We messed up."

"I know," Kitty answered. "But I - I don't know how
to fix it. I mean, we'll e-mail and apologize, but -
but Logan's right. She's been through hell and here
we are complaining about not knowing her real name."

"We've gotta find a way to make it up to her," Jubes
mused.

"The Professor's going to be so pissed at us."

"What? We did better than Storm and Mr. Summers. At
least we didn't almost get clawed." Jubes cracked her
gum once, and, upon receiving no response from Kitty,
she plowed on. "Nothing's unfixable, chica. We just
hafta find a way to show Rogue we're not mad about the
name thing and we're sorry about bitching about that
in her time of severe emotional crisis."

"What do you think about the whole not talking thing?"
Kitty finished the last of her paperwork, and both
girls turned to head for the terminal walkway.

"It's kinda weird, but it's like some classic
Hallmark-movie-of-the-week response to trauma. I can
see how she wouldn't wanna talk. Shit, she's probably
still dealing with all the hallucinations and stuff if
what McCoy told us is true. That kind of stuff can
freak you right out. It'd probably freak me out. I
might even stop talking too." Kitty cast her a
doubtful look. "OK, maybe not."

"What do you think about McCoy anyway? Think he's
telling the truth?"

"Yeah, I do. I mean, what's his motive to lie? And I
totally don't trust Dr. Frankenbitch." Kitty laughed
darkly at that. Jubes smiled in appreciation for a
moment, but then her face changed and her features
slackened with surprise. "Hey, chica - you remember
what he said about there being a testing protocol in
the stuff he sent Dr. Grey?"

"Yeah," Kitty answered cautiously. She wasn't sure
where this was going, but she was fairly frightened by
the unholy glee in Jubes' eyes.

"We could totally do it and see for ourselves."

Kitty shook her head. "She'd know if her lab rats and
chemicals went missing. Plus - how would we get
access to the lab to do the experiments? Maybe we
should just tell the Professor what McCoy said, and
ask him to - "

"Aw, he's not gonna listen to us over his star pupil,
Kit. We'll tell him and he'll smile and nod and
promise to look into it and have a talk with Dr. Grey
and then he won't do jack shit about it. You know it
as well as I do, chica."

"Well, what are we going to do then, experiment on
ourselves?" Kitty had said it in exasperation, and in
jest, but Jubilee's eyes were positively glowing now.


"Great idea! We could snag some of the drug from the
lab - she might not notice that, at least not right
away, and we could - "

"Jubes, I wasn't serious." Kitty halted in the middle
of the walkway and turned to face her roommate. "That
- that could be dangerous, really dangerous."

"And it could tell us everything we need to know. It
could give us the goods on Dr. Grey. It could save
whoever else might be treated with the drug from
turning into Rogue. Hell, Kit-Kat, we're X-men,
danger is our middle name!"

"It's crazy, Jubes, there's no way."

"There's a way. There's totally a way. I bet Remy
would help us steal the drug, and I bet Bobby and St.
John would help too." Kitty sighed, trying to find an
argument that would persuade Jubilee. Jubilee forged
ahead before Kitty had a chance to come up with
anything. "It's Rogue, Kit. Our roomie. Our
formerly psycho roomie. Something happened to her.
Don't you wanna know for sure what it was?"

Kitty sighed. "I'm - I'm not saying yes. Not to your
plan. But I do want to find out what happened to
Rogue, or - or Marie. I really do, Ju-Ju Bean."
Jubilee smiled at the endearment, which was the
intended reaction. "Come on, let's try to catch that
earlier flight. We can figure out what to do when we
get home."








Scott had been pacing the mansion halls for the better
part of an hour. He was still thinking about Rogue,
still trying to come up with a way to reach out to
her. It had consumed his thoughts since he'd returned
from Canada, and he was so lost in those thoughts now
that he almost failed to notice Storm sitting in one
of the chairs outside Xavier's office. He sat down
beside her wordlessly, hoping only for a respite from
his thoughts for a moment. Storm, however, had news.
"I have heard word from the girls. I took the call
since the Professor was teaching class." Scott nodded
at Storm's words and waited for her to continue.
"They spoke with Dr. McCoy further about mutatol.
They are returning now."

"Did they see Rogue?" Storm nodded. "And?"

"All that Jubilee said was that she was well, and that
they found out her real name was Marie."

"Marie?" Scott's nose scrunched up in confusion.
"She never told us that."

"Apparently, she has told Dr. McCoy, and Logan."
Scott's expression darkened at the mention of Logan's
name. "Scott," Storm ventured, "I know you do not
approve of Logan's attachment to Rogue, and I myself
have some doubts. I do not like that he has kept her
from us, that he has separated her from us so
completely. But we cannot dispute that she is doing
better now."

"I've been thinking," Scott began, still not quite
meeting Ororo's eyes. "I think we should go back,
talk to McCoy again, maybe talk to Logan too. Maybe
we shouldn't try to see Rogue, maybe that would just
upset her, I don't know. But we can't just leave it
like this. God only knows what's going on up there
and what he's doing with those kids. We can't just
let it go, 'Ro. We have to talk to the Professor. We
have to convince him to let us try again."

Storm sighed and gently took Scott's hand in her own.
"I know you are worried for her, and for the children
in Logan's care. We must move carefully, though. We
must not make things worse. You have seen Logan's
disposition. He is not inclined to discuss anything
with us. We cannot force the resolution we desire.
We must deal with the situation as it is. This is not
the time to rush in to things. We have attempted that
once, with poor results."

Scott turned her hand over in his. "Can I tell you
something?"

"Of course." Scott was one of her oldest and dearest
friends. Ororo welcomed the opportunity to lend him a
listening ear.

"I'm worried. And not just about Rogue, not just
about the kids with Logan. I'm worried about Jean."

"Why?"

"She's been on edge ever since we came back and McCoy
e-mailed her those things. I don't know what's wrong,
exactly, but something is. She's - she's taking it so
personally, 'Ro. We all know how much effort she put
into caring for Rogue, but she's acting like - like
the information about the drug is some kind of
personal attack on her. I don't get it. I don't get
it and I don't like it and it worries me."

"It is unusual." Storm had never known Jean to react
that way before. "Perhaps it is simply the shock and
disappointment of finding this information, of finding
that her care of Rogue may have hurt her. Perhaps she
will calm in time."

Scott looked into his friend's eyes, trying to gage
the truth of her words. It did not comfort him that
her eyes were as worried as his own must've been. "I
hope you're right, 'Ro. I hope you're right." The
Professor's office door opened, releasing a gaggle of
chattering students. Storm exchanged a final look
with Scott before releasing his hand and going in to
tell the Professor the news.


Soooo............time to pick your poison (and only
one choice will get written this time - back to my
usual ;) And just to punish you all for that 3-way
tie, all of your choices are more talking again ;)

1) Scott and Jean talk about what's making her cranky
2) Logan talks to Hank about what happened with Marie
3) We hear the Professor's thoughts on all these
developments

And the winner is ALL of the above! .......NEXT

 

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