Written in the Stars April 14th, 1912. 9: 25pm by Adréa
Disclaimer: The song is from Aida, so credit to Disney. The Scarlet Pimpernel... I don't know who it belongs to now, but it was written by the Baroness Orczy. Well, everyone else seems to own the X-Men. Marvel, Fox, Warner Brothers, Universal, etc. etc. Why can't I? Look! They'll work for twinkies and beer! It's true! They did this fic for twinkies and beer. Although I had to throw in a few steaks and peeps somewhere...
Author's Notes: I tried to make it not exactly like Cameron's movie! But some things kinda snuck in there and stuck. Be prepared for suckiness! (that even a word?) Big shout out and thanks to my best friend JenN who unknowingly gave be ideas and knowingly gave me every ounce of support she could.
Author's Notes2: I don't even own Amy and Jenn for they are based on people I know. I'm currently working on another fic involving them that would go much farther into their personalities, so sorry if you don't understand things or what not because they aren't well developed in this one. Now, on with the show!
He couldn't believe it. He just could not fucking believe it! Who did she think she was? He was trying to protect her, to help her, and she blew him off. Sure, she really didn't want to, but the words still came from her mouth!
Logan had already pulverized the petty excuse for a punching bag in the gym, so he was currently beating the shit out of his suitcase. His knuckles bled and cracked at the force against the hard casing, but he didn't care. The wounds just healed up and blood could be wiped away. The smell of it only fueled his rage that had been locked away for too long on this trip.
When he had returned to his room, Jean intervened, sensing something was wrong with him. After suggesting that Logan meditate to calm himself, and seeing how that only made the outcome worse, she had sighed and pleaded with him to at least not destroy anything that wasn't his, then made a discreet exit. Some non-primal part of Logan's brain had for the moment complied with that one request.
Otherwise all lamps would be in pieces on the floor, new holes would be driven into the walls, chair legs would be shattered to pieces, among other damages Xavier was getting tired of paying for. Probably not as tired as Logan was of Scott's little prissy speeches, but tired enough to perhaps reconsider having Logan in the first class areas.
It was late, and most people would have been in their rooms. So Logan decided to go down and find some steerage person or crewmember to fight with. Get the adrenaline pumping and the pain flaring, and the gratifying feeling of kicking someone's ass.
Once he got down to the lower decks, he found not a soul. Not even a party like the night before was being held, everyone was gone. Like a ghost ship. It was such an eerie feeling of loneliness and silence despite the louder hum of the engines and boilers and everything down there, that he began to wander aimlessly as he thought about the situation.
Not until he heard the unnatural splashing did he break himself out of his train of thought. A place he had been spending way too much time in recent days.
For a brief moment he was lost, until he saw the sign just outside the door that read: 'Swimming Bath'. Which was odd... why would there be splashing from the indoor pool at this time of night? It should have been closed.
Logan recalled the pool from the tour he had followed earlier in the day, so he knew the hours. And now was not one it would have been open for. Curiosity taking place of his anger, he stealthily opened the door and slipped inside unnoticed.
The room was warmer than the others, installed with heating elements in order to keep the water in the pool from getting nearly as cold as the water outside the ship. It felt rather nice compared to what he had just been in. Logan had been wishing he hadn't discarded his jacket earlier while pounding his defenseless suitcase.
His hazel eyes scanned the brightly lit room, the water reflecting the light even more. But it was easy to tell there was one lone occupant in the room. Or, in the pool for that matter. Lazily swimming about at their own pace.
Not wanting to disturb the person just yet, Logan sneaked to a corner and crouched down, observing the form in the pool from behind a version of the deck chairs.
God had never really been on Logan's side. In fact, he got the feeling he did something prior to his memories that must have really pissed the Big Guy off, and then continued to do so even afterwards. Every now and then the Big Guy must wake up and say 'Hmm... I think I shall fool around more with that Logan chap... His life isn't screwed up enough as it is.'.
Then there were the moments he thought that maybe God's secretary or delivery boys screwed the order up wrong when things go right or good in his life for a change.
This was one of those times.
Marie Darkholme was the one in the pool.
And not only was Marie Darkholme in the pool. Marie Darkholme was *naked* and in the pool.
Dear fucking God... he must have done something right for a change. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what, but he didn't care. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen was currently swimming in a pool. He couldn't smell any nervousness off of her about getting caught. Just frustration and sadness.
His mind wandered just as much as his eyes did over her glistening body as she moved, creating ripples around her as the water parted to her command. Skin be damned, only still getting over the shock was keeping him from jumping into the water and making his thoughts into reality.
A loud noise that sounded like wood being dragged across wood made him wince in pain. Marie gasped and looked around, now afraid of perhaps being caught. Her eyes settled upon the form hiding behind a deck chair in the corner before letting out a slight screech as she made a desperate swim for where her discarded robe lay.
It took Logan a moment to realize he'd been spotted, and even longer to realize it was he himself who had made the noise. One hand was placed against the chair in front of him, which must have caused it to move against the wooden floor.
"Who are you!" Marie demanded, failing miserably at keeping her voice steady while she tied her robe shut.
There was no way for Logan to continue to stay hidden, nor to make a run to the nearest door. It would give her enough time to see who it was, then she'd hate him even more. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood on his two feet. "It's me, Marie."
"Logan!" she gasped with surprise. Quickly overcome though, she spouted back at him, "How dare you follow me!" Her words echoed throughout the pool area that desperately needed something to absorb the sound.
"I didn't follow you," he admitted. "I was wandering and heard someone in here."
"So you decided to spy on me?" She had once again turned around in order to put on more clothes than just her robe.
"I... well..." he had no good answer for that one. Remembering what the last thing she said to him was, he quickly started for the nearest exit when her voice stopped him.
"Wait! Logan, please... I... I didn't mean what I said before... My parents, they..." she had turned to face him again, unaware that her robe was open and showing quite a bit of her bare chest.
"They made you say it?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to her dripping form.
She bowed her head and shut her eyes in defiance. "Yes..." came out as only a murmur. "I didn't mean it. I don't want it... Logan..." the words caught in her throat when she could feel his breath upon her wet skin. He was so close to her, she didn't even need her eyes open to know that.
His voice was a whisper of warm breath against her. "What do you want, Marie? And don't think about your parents or your duties. What do you want yourself?"
"I..." She opened her eyes when he cupped his hand underneath her chin and forced her head up to look at him. In those eyes she saw everything she had ever dreamed of, hoped for, and long thought she would be denied. In his eyes, she found herself at home. She found undying love staring back at her. Gentleness amidst the harsh exterior that was Logan. Things she had never seen in anyone else, not even Graydon. Certainly not even Graydon. "I want you..."
In a rage of blinding passion, Logan wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. A kiss that spoke of desire, need, passion, and above all, reality. Never had they thought a kiss could be so sweet yet so savage, to make them feel as if they were floating on air.
But that all changed in a moments time. Logan felt his whole world begin to spin wildly out of control, ending only with Marie's scream and the engulfment of cool water that greeted him.
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