XP flashback! Sarah and Logan
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xp_logsBack in March, after Sarah loses her "Special Friend", Logan comes over to make sure Sarah quits pouting. Things get violent, but it actually helps. Is anyone surprised by this?
Logan sped his way over to the Snow Valley office as fast as he legally could. Judging by his conversation over the phone with Sarah, she needed to see him pretty badly. And Logan had a suspicion he knew why. He parked his bike - blocking someone in - and then stomped into the lobby, past a surprised Mark, and to the cubby Sarah called hers. He sniffed the air and did a quick search just to be sure.
Yep. Not there.
Letting himself out, he drove his bike over to their brownstone and then trotted over to her room. He pounded on the door, waiting for her to answer.
"Whoever it is, I'm not here," came the grumpy reply from the sprawled out figure on Sarah's couch. After her conversation with Logan, Sarah had decided to call the day a loss and spend the rest of the afternoon licking her wounds. Alone. Everyone else's attempted help be damned. She rolled over and faced the back of the couch with a tiny 'hrmph'. "I'll be just fine without the intervention, thanks."
Logan didn't say anything, but instead he reached over the couch, grabbed her by shirt and jeans, and threw her bodily out of her couch and into the hallway that led out of her apartment. Still not saying anything, he ran over to where she sat stunned, picked her up, and threw her out of her own apartment.
Sarah hit the ground with a thud, bones snagging the hallway carpeting being the only thing keeping her from hitting the wall as well. "The fuck? What the hell gives you the right to barge in and -throw- me out of my apartment?" Brushing herself off roughly, Sarah pushed herself up off the floor with an angry snarl. "You here for a reason besides getting off by manhandling me?"
Logan smiled thinly as he kicked her in the gut, then used an incapacitating hold on her to drag her into the Danger Gym. Once the door had closed behind him, he let her go. "Now then." he said to her. "You ready to start dealing?"
Still breathless from his earlier kick to the gut, Sarah spat back her reply from her spot on the gym floor. She was determined to not give him the satisfaction of fighting back. "Dealing? Because all I need is mean old Logan to come in and fucking save the day. Really. I should've just come to you earlier."
Logan shrugged slightly and hit Sarah in the face. There were basically two ways to get through to Sarah - either you talked her in circles for hours until she let something slip or else you got her attention the more direct way.
And Logan wasn't much of a talker.
Sarah's hand went instinctively to where he'd hit her, displaying red, raw hands with bone waiting just beneath the skin. "You fucking.... You want to fight?" Anger flooded her face, no longer just annoyed by his interruption. Without thinking, she pulled a bone from her hip, ripping the waistband of her favorite pair of jeans. She'd mourn them later. Right now, she was angry, and he was just standing there. She threw herself at him, bone first. "You fucking asshole!"
Logan swayed to one side to let her strike fan his face without connecting, then he added to her overbalanced thrust with his own strength, throwing her onto the mat. Other than that, he just stood there, waiting. He wanted to fight back, to give her the scrap she was on one level begging for. But in the larger game it's not what she really needed so he held back. He'd crack her soon enough.
She landed face first onto the mat, which wasn't surprising. Infuriating, maybe, but not surprising. He liked to toy with her like that. As she pushed herself to her feet again, Sarah pulled another bone from her collarbone. This one shorter than the other, but sharper as well. "Don't you fucking dare. You wanted me to fight, now fight."
Logan just waited in stillness for her next move. The key was to get her beyond rationality, a creature of pure emotion. At that point, he could get to the root of what was eating her. Just to poke the flame higher, he made a bored-looking "gimme" gesture with one hand and mimed a yawn.
"What, is that supposed to make me angrier?" Sarah tried to push to the back of her mind that maybe it was actually working a little, and instead focused on the many ways she'd like to hit Logan. Starting, of course, with hard. Hell, at this point she felt like stomping on his foot would be a suitable substitute. She approached him slowly, stopping just within arms reach and lashed out with the sharp bone gripped tightly in her fist.
Logan grinned at Sarah. She was _learning_. There was a time not too long ago when she'd have lunged in recklessly again and allowed him to slip away. Now she was cannier, smarter. Better.
He accepted the strike with her sharper bone on his forearm, then moved with it to allow his metal-shod bones of his other forearm to smack her with an elbow strike across the eyes.
Ten minutes earlier, his elbow in her face might have made her cry. She'd been in one of those moods where she just needed some sort of release, and that was as good as any. But now, having finally been baited into fighting, and with him finally fighting back, Sarah latched on. Eyes blurred with the pain, she grabbed onto his shirt to keep him close and brought her knee up and into his own gut. Well, as close as she could tell anyway.
She may have been aiming for the gut, but her aim was a little low.
And like the bartender at the truck stop in Laughlin City once said, "he'll take it personal".
And Logan did. The claws stayed in, but only by an effort of will. He also stayed standing, but again, also only by an effort of will. She had put a great deal of bone-layered force behind that knee and even he required a couple of moments to get his bearings through the pain.
Sarah leapt on the extra moments she'd opened up, and driving the sharp bone into his right shoulder with a snarl. Then, with perhaps the slightest flash of a smile on her face, she pulled -down- on the bone knife.
Logan's unbreakable ribcage stopped the knife before it could get too much further, but she did sever the tendons and nerves used to connect Logan's right arm to his torso and pass commands along. But two could play that game. His claws jutted out of his other hand with a SNIKT and made a very meaty _thunk_ as they ripped into _her_ shoulder, tearing downwards and around in a circle, destroying bone, tendon, and nerve.
Sarah gasped, less from the pain but from the suddenness of it all. One minute she'd been trying to carve Logan like a turkey, and the next minute she only knew her arm was still there because of the pain. Running a finger through the steady stream of blood running down her arm, she brought the finger up to her face, studying it carefully. Then she sighed. "Great. Now we'll have to go get the mop to clean this all up."
Logan retracted his claws and pulled her bone-knife out of his shoulder, letting it fall to the mat. "Good idea." he said. "And while we're cleaning you get to talk about what's eating you." he said - not sternly, but not kindly either.
Ripping piece of fabric from her already ruined shirt, Sarah held it to her shoulder to catch the bleeding until her healing factor caught up. She slumped just slightly as she shuffled over to the attached supply closet. "I had a bad day. It hit me harder than I thought."
Logan hrmmphed at that as they worked together to clean up the mess they'd made. "Some bad day." he said. "Still, it's gotta hurt." he offered, leaving her the opening to elaborate if she wanted to.
"It's just --different. I mean, if we'd both decided that we'd had enough of each other, great. 'Sorry, we can't do this anymore I found my one true love' hurts more, I guess." Without thinking, Sarah shrugged, rather, started to and winced sharply as her shoulder objected.
Logan nodded in helpless empathy. He wasn't blind and while he never professed to love 'Ro, her choice of the Cajun still rankled him in ways he didn't care too much for. And he hadn't even talked to her about it yet. "Never been much of one for Angelo." he admitted. "You deserved better. Still do." he observed.
"He didn't do anything wrong though. We were never actually together." She shook her head, bending down to wipe at the blood on the mats with a damp sponge. "It's not like he owed me two-weeks notice or anything."
"Bullshit." Logan said, bending down to help her with the mopping. "Way I figure it, two of you bein' what you were means he owed you something. To just drop you when the one he thinks he wants comes along? Not a word, no explanation, no regrets? Enough to make you wonder." he said. "Figure it can't sit right, being a safe fallback choice like that."
"I thought that was what I wanted. Safe. He didn't get attached, and neither did I." She stopped for a moment, running her hand through the blood streaked on the floor. "It still hit me like a brick."
"Always does." he said sympathetically. "You got attached and didn't realize it. Otherwise, wouldn't bother you in the slightest that he's with 'Manda now." he told her, still scrubbing the floor of the last of the blood. And maybe that's why Ororo's new choice of paramour ate at him like a worm. Bore thinking about.
"Great. So I fucked that situation up royally by getting attached when I didn't mean to." Standing back up, Sarah went to rinse the sponges out, coming back into the gym rubbing her forehead with her good arm. "And my brain now feels like it's trying to burrow out through my eyes."
Logan laughed at that. "Don't get too down on yourself, kid. Happens to the best of us." Or some of the worst, he mentally appended. "How's the shoulder?" he asked, looking at her wound.
Sarah looked at it, as if assessing the damage for the first time. "I'll be okay. The bleeding's stopped, so I'm just gonna take it easy for the next day or so and let my mutation do what it does. All goes well, and you won't be able to tell anything happened by Wednesday."
Logan grinned at Sarah. "Tell you what the barkeeps used to tell the fighters. Anything goes, but I take low blows personal." he said. "Sorry 'bout the shoulder." he said honestly. "You got anything to eat in your place? I'm starving."
Sarah stared at him for a moment, snorting. "You literally throw me out of my apartment, drag me to the gym, break me, and now I have to feed you? What the hell sort of friendship do you think this is?"
Logan sped his way over to the Snow Valley office as fast as he legally could. Judging by his conversation over the phone with Sarah, she needed to see him pretty badly. And Logan had a suspicion he knew why. He parked his bike - blocking someone in - and then stomped into the lobby, past a surprised Mark, and to the cubby Sarah called hers. He sniffed the air and did a quick search just to be sure.
Yep. Not there.
Letting himself out, he drove his bike over to their brownstone and then trotted over to her room. He pounded on the door, waiting for her to answer.
"Whoever it is, I'm not here," came the grumpy reply from the sprawled out figure on Sarah's couch. After her conversation with Logan, Sarah had decided to call the day a loss and spend the rest of the afternoon licking her wounds. Alone. Everyone else's attempted help be damned. She rolled over and faced the back of the couch with a tiny 'hrmph'. "I'll be just fine without the intervention, thanks."
Logan didn't say anything, but instead he reached over the couch, grabbed her by shirt and jeans, and threw her bodily out of her couch and into the hallway that led out of her apartment. Still not saying anything, he ran over to where she sat stunned, picked her up, and threw her out of her own apartment.
Sarah hit the ground with a thud, bones snagging the hallway carpeting being the only thing keeping her from hitting the wall as well. "The fuck? What the hell gives you the right to barge in and -throw- me out of my apartment?" Brushing herself off roughly, Sarah pushed herself up off the floor with an angry snarl. "You here for a reason besides getting off by manhandling me?"
Logan smiled thinly as he kicked her in the gut, then used an incapacitating hold on her to drag her into the Danger Gym. Once the door had closed behind him, he let her go. "Now then." he said to her. "You ready to start dealing?"
Still breathless from his earlier kick to the gut, Sarah spat back her reply from her spot on the gym floor. She was determined to not give him the satisfaction of fighting back. "Dealing? Because all I need is mean old Logan to come in and fucking save the day. Really. I should've just come to you earlier."
Logan shrugged slightly and hit Sarah in the face. There were basically two ways to get through to Sarah - either you talked her in circles for hours until she let something slip or else you got her attention the more direct way.
And Logan wasn't much of a talker.
Sarah's hand went instinctively to where he'd hit her, displaying red, raw hands with bone waiting just beneath the skin. "You fucking.... You want to fight?" Anger flooded her face, no longer just annoyed by his interruption. Without thinking, she pulled a bone from her hip, ripping the waistband of her favorite pair of jeans. She'd mourn them later. Right now, she was angry, and he was just standing there. She threw herself at him, bone first. "You fucking asshole!"
Logan swayed to one side to let her strike fan his face without connecting, then he added to her overbalanced thrust with his own strength, throwing her onto the mat. Other than that, he just stood there, waiting. He wanted to fight back, to give her the scrap she was on one level begging for. But in the larger game it's not what she really needed so he held back. He'd crack her soon enough.
She landed face first onto the mat, which wasn't surprising. Infuriating, maybe, but not surprising. He liked to toy with her like that. As she pushed herself to her feet again, Sarah pulled another bone from her collarbone. This one shorter than the other, but sharper as well. "Don't you fucking dare. You wanted me to fight, now fight."
Logan just waited in stillness for her next move. The key was to get her beyond rationality, a creature of pure emotion. At that point, he could get to the root of what was eating her. Just to poke the flame higher, he made a bored-looking "gimme" gesture with one hand and mimed a yawn.
"What, is that supposed to make me angrier?" Sarah tried to push to the back of her mind that maybe it was actually working a little, and instead focused on the many ways she'd like to hit Logan. Starting, of course, with hard. Hell, at this point she felt like stomping on his foot would be a suitable substitute. She approached him slowly, stopping just within arms reach and lashed out with the sharp bone gripped tightly in her fist.
Logan grinned at Sarah. She was _learning_. There was a time not too long ago when she'd have lunged in recklessly again and allowed him to slip away. Now she was cannier, smarter. Better.
He accepted the strike with her sharper bone on his forearm, then moved with it to allow his metal-shod bones of his other forearm to smack her with an elbow strike across the eyes.
Ten minutes earlier, his elbow in her face might have made her cry. She'd been in one of those moods where she just needed some sort of release, and that was as good as any. But now, having finally been baited into fighting, and with him finally fighting back, Sarah latched on. Eyes blurred with the pain, she grabbed onto his shirt to keep him close and brought her knee up and into his own gut. Well, as close as she could tell anyway.
She may have been aiming for the gut, but her aim was a little low.
And like the bartender at the truck stop in Laughlin City once said, "he'll take it personal".
And Logan did. The claws stayed in, but only by an effort of will. He also stayed standing, but again, also only by an effort of will. She had put a great deal of bone-layered force behind that knee and even he required a couple of moments to get his bearings through the pain.
Sarah leapt on the extra moments she'd opened up, and driving the sharp bone into his right shoulder with a snarl. Then, with perhaps the slightest flash of a smile on her face, she pulled -down- on the bone knife.
Logan's unbreakable ribcage stopped the knife before it could get too much further, but she did sever the tendons and nerves used to connect Logan's right arm to his torso and pass commands along. But two could play that game. His claws jutted out of his other hand with a SNIKT and made a very meaty _thunk_ as they ripped into _her_ shoulder, tearing downwards and around in a circle, destroying bone, tendon, and nerve.
Sarah gasped, less from the pain but from the suddenness of it all. One minute she'd been trying to carve Logan like a turkey, and the next minute she only knew her arm was still there because of the pain. Running a finger through the steady stream of blood running down her arm, she brought the finger up to her face, studying it carefully. Then she sighed. "Great. Now we'll have to go get the mop to clean this all up."
Logan retracted his claws and pulled her bone-knife out of his shoulder, letting it fall to the mat. "Good idea." he said. "And while we're cleaning you get to talk about what's eating you." he said - not sternly, but not kindly either.
Ripping piece of fabric from her already ruined shirt, Sarah held it to her shoulder to catch the bleeding until her healing factor caught up. She slumped just slightly as she shuffled over to the attached supply closet. "I had a bad day. It hit me harder than I thought."
Logan hrmmphed at that as they worked together to clean up the mess they'd made. "Some bad day." he said. "Still, it's gotta hurt." he offered, leaving her the opening to elaborate if she wanted to.
"It's just --different. I mean, if we'd both decided that we'd had enough of each other, great. 'Sorry, we can't do this anymore I found my one true love' hurts more, I guess." Without thinking, Sarah shrugged, rather, started to and winced sharply as her shoulder objected.
Logan nodded in helpless empathy. He wasn't blind and while he never professed to love 'Ro, her choice of the Cajun still rankled him in ways he didn't care too much for. And he hadn't even talked to her about it yet. "Never been much of one for Angelo." he admitted. "You deserved better. Still do." he observed.
"He didn't do anything wrong though. We were never actually together." She shook her head, bending down to wipe at the blood on the mats with a damp sponge. "It's not like he owed me two-weeks notice or anything."
"Bullshit." Logan said, bending down to help her with the mopping. "Way I figure it, two of you bein' what you were means he owed you something. To just drop you when the one he thinks he wants comes along? Not a word, no explanation, no regrets? Enough to make you wonder." he said. "Figure it can't sit right, being a safe fallback choice like that."
"I thought that was what I wanted. Safe. He didn't get attached, and neither did I." She stopped for a moment, running her hand through the blood streaked on the floor. "It still hit me like a brick."
"Always does." he said sympathetically. "You got attached and didn't realize it. Otherwise, wouldn't bother you in the slightest that he's with 'Manda now." he told her, still scrubbing the floor of the last of the blood. And maybe that's why Ororo's new choice of paramour ate at him like a worm. Bore thinking about.
"Great. So I fucked that situation up royally by getting attached when I didn't mean to." Standing back up, Sarah went to rinse the sponges out, coming back into the gym rubbing her forehead with her good arm. "And my brain now feels like it's trying to burrow out through my eyes."
Logan laughed at that. "Don't get too down on yourself, kid. Happens to the best of us." Or some of the worst, he mentally appended. "How's the shoulder?" he asked, looking at her wound.
Sarah looked at it, as if assessing the damage for the first time. "I'll be okay. The bleeding's stopped, so I'm just gonna take it easy for the next day or so and let my mutation do what it does. All goes well, and you won't be able to tell anything happened by Wednesday."
Logan grinned at Sarah. "Tell you what the barkeeps used to tell the fighters. Anything goes, but I take low blows personal." he said. "Sorry 'bout the shoulder." he said honestly. "You got anything to eat in your place? I'm starving."
Sarah stared at him for a moment, snorting. "You literally throw me out of my apartment, drag me to the gym, break me, and now I have to feed you? What the hell sort of friendship do you think this is?"
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