[logs] Marie, Artie, Miles / Marie, Logan
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xp_logsTwo fluff-scenes set Friday after classes. Saying goodbye to Artie, taking to the road. All character, really no plot. I don't even think there's foreshadowing in here!
When she finished sending out emails, Marie found Miles and Artie assembling a race car track in the West Commons. "Hey, Artie. Hi, Miles."
Artie made the 'hi' sign and Miles waved at piece of track at her. "Hello, Miss Marie! Are you coming to help? Miles can't find the piece that looks like this one and has an eight on the back."
"Hmm, let me see." Marie crouched down to look through the pieces. "I can't stay long, I just came to say goodbye for a while."
Artie's head jerked up and he made a sharp negating motion with the hand that didn't have a Hot Wheels car clutched in it.
"Just for the weekend, Artie," Marie said soothingly. Suddenly she spotted what looked like a yellow 8 on the back of a piece of track and she pulled it out. "Is this it, Miles?" she asked, offering it to him.
"Ooh, yes, thank you," he said cheerfully and took it from her, snapping it into place while making what seemed like the universal car sound by humming between closed lips. Artie tugged anxiously at Marie's hand and she got up to walk over to the couch with him.
-Where?- he made the sign and a picture of a map with a dotted line and a pirate's X appeared.
"I'm just going somewhere quiet with Logan for a couple days," Marie explained as she sat down.
The map faded and there was an image of Marie surrounded by shouting children. Red flashes circled her head.
Marie laughed. "Yes, I kind of have a headache, but it's not you kids," she assured him. "I'm just a little tired and I need a break."
A car left the front gates of the mansion and Artie leaned against her.
"That's right."
Logan was driving the car and Marie sat in the passenger seat, then Artie appeared in the back with Miles.
"Oh, honey. I don't think we can do that. Not this time." Marie put an arm around Artie. "Besides, Miles would kind of miss his mom."
Alison joined Artie and Miles in the back seat and Marie smiled.
"This time I really need some quiet time, sweetie. I wouldn't really be able to play with you or anything."
The car became one of the school's minivans and Doug and Jamie were in the back, playing video games head to head on GameBoys.
"That looks like a lot of fun, doesn't it? Do you think Miles has ever been on vacation?"
The minivan dissolved and the school, in perfect detail, became visible.
"Yeah," Marie admitted. "I'll bet that the school is kind of like vacation for Miles, you're right. You know your buddy pretty well. Look, Logan and I are going away for just a couple days so I can have a vacation." She looked at the silent little boy next to her and sighed heavily, realizing that there was really no way she could leave, not yet, not now. "I just wanted you to know where we were going and that we're coming back soon."
Artie made an 'x' over his heart with his forefinger.
"I promise." With that, Marie knew she'd have to be back. "We'll hang out when I get back."
A milkshake and a plate of frenchfries appeared and Artie crossed his arms over his chest, giving Marie a challenging look.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to Harry's, you little extortionist." Marie laughed and hugged him, getting a fierce little boy squeeze in return. Artie pushed away and pointed over to where Miles was breaking the West Commons speed limit with a red car on the track. "And Miles. Of course." Artie looked satisfied and bounded back to the race track, grabbing the purple car and gesturing for Miles to start again at the line so they could race together.
Marie looked around the commons and sighed, then got to her feet. "I'll be back," she said, mostly to herself. "Bye, boys. See you later."
"Bye, Miss Marie!" Miles chirped. Artie waved his free hand at her as well. Neither boy looked up, deep in a negotation of gestures about the start of the West Commons 500.
"Yeah." Marie relented, letting her irritation go. "I'll be back." With that, she left and headed down the stairs for the front door where she knew Logan was waiting with the car.
Logan arranged the luggage in the trunk of the rental car. It was /amazing/ how much stuff Marie'd decided to bring. He had one bag and it wasn't even full. She had three.
At least it was a snazzy little sports car.
Marie came out of the house in a far better mood, feeling lighter already as she closed the front door behind her. "I said goodbye to Artie for you," she said. "He tried to talk me into taking him, and then him and Miles and Alison. And then him and Miles and Alison and Doug and Jamie... you can see where this was going." She paused and looked over her shoulder. "...I don't need my computer, right?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Y'wanted to get /away/, right?" He slammed the trunk and walked around to the driver-side door.
"Point. You're so reasonable," she said in light tones, walking to the passenger door without comment about his choice to take the wheel. "One of the many reasons I love you."
He slid into the car and picked up the keys from the cup holder. The doors clicked shut and he smiled at Marie, starting the car. "We've got a long drive. Y'can tell me all of 'em," he teased.
Marie slid her coat off of her shoulders and buckled her seatbelt. "I don't know if five hours is enough." Then she leaned over and kissed him. "Buckle your seatbelt, Logan." Her smile was mischevious and she settled back into her seat, eyes on him, pulling off her gloves.
Logan looked over at her and decided a weekend wouldn't be enough for all the things he wanted to do to her right then. He snorted at her demand to put on a seatbelt, but when her gloves came off, his seatbelt clicked into place.
She put the directions to Assateague Bay on the dashboard and held her fingers up to the heating vent to warm them as Logan took the road out of the mansion grounds and turned east. "I'm sorry to be such a mess," she said quietly.
He looked over at her, taking a corner at 50mph. "Don't apologise." Just get better.
"I feel like I should. I just... I don't know anything anymore. I don't sleep well, I don't eat, all I can think of is everything I can't manage to fix. And you have to deal with the fallout from that." Marie looked out the window and, kicking her boots off, tucked her feet up under her. "I don't feel like you should or understand why you'd want to. It's not right. You shouldn't have to put up with me."
"Of course I should." Logan headed for the highway, looking over at her in confusion. "I wanna deal with the fallout from that 'cause it's /you/."
"Eighteen months ago, you wouldn't even give me a ride when I was freezing." The smile she gave him held no resentment at the fact. "Not at first anyway. And now... " she let the sentence trail off. The gesture of her hand in the air between them summed up all the intangible things there.
He frowned, watching the road as he merged onto the highway. "Eighteen months ago, I wasn't in love with you."
Her hand fluttered down to rest in her lap and her smile faded a little as she studied him, letting his words settle. "Well," she said quietly. "That does change things, yes."
Logan's eyes flickered toward her, then back to the road where he slid neatly between two cars, changing lanes. "Yeah," he said, confusion colouring his voice. "It does."
Marie tucked her hair back and then rested her chin in her hand, looking out the window, her expression slightly mystified. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully with the blue enamelled nail of her index finger before looking over at him again.
His eyes flickered to her, and back to the road again. Her scrutiny was slightly disconcerting and it showed on his face. Switching lanes again, he passed two cars and floored it on a straightaway.
"That explains a great deal," she said, almost to herself. Her eyes on him were gentle. She remembered the other times she had sat across from him like this. Alaska. The road to Boston. It was a different world every time.
He glanced at her again. "It does?"
"Yes, it does. Everything makes sense now." Marie reached out and stroked her fingers over the back of his hand, between the knuckles where his claws cut through, then leaned over and kissed him without consideration for their speed or the traffic around them.
Logan saved a little attention for the road, making sure they continued to travel in a straight line without becoming overly friendly with any nearby bumpers, but one hand left the wheel to bury itself in her hair and he licked at her lips as she drew away.
"Now," she whispered, resisting the urge to kiss him again and distract him completely from his driving. "I love that you think that beer and twinkies are two of the four food groups." She settled for licking the curve of his ear and biting the lobe sharply. "I love that you're not going to manage to drive five hours at this rate." Her fingernails grated on the inner seam of his jeans as she ran them up his thigh. "And I love that you forgot to mention that you're in love with me." She nipped his earlobe again as mock punishment for his omission.
He groaned, his right foot pressing hard against the gas pedal. "Beer /is/-- wait, what? I for--" Another groan cut off his speech when she nipped at his earlobe.
Marie laughed softly. "This is why /I/ usually drive. Less distraction." She tilted her head to bite the soft hollow just behind his jaw, below his ear. "I love your failure to articulate things well under duress," she continued. "I love that you harass me about eating." She licked his neck. "Meals, that is."
The only noise he could make was a low rumble; he switched lanes, three at a time, and growled when there was no exit ramp nearby.
"I love your total lack of patience with everything in the world but me," she said, a little smugly, and snuggled up to him. "I love how you drive, and..."
When she finished sending out emails, Marie found Miles and Artie assembling a race car track in the West Commons. "Hey, Artie. Hi, Miles."
Artie made the 'hi' sign and Miles waved at piece of track at her. "Hello, Miss Marie! Are you coming to help? Miles can't find the piece that looks like this one and has an eight on the back."
"Hmm, let me see." Marie crouched down to look through the pieces. "I can't stay long, I just came to say goodbye for a while."
Artie's head jerked up and he made a sharp negating motion with the hand that didn't have a Hot Wheels car clutched in it.
"Just for the weekend, Artie," Marie said soothingly. Suddenly she spotted what looked like a yellow 8 on the back of a piece of track and she pulled it out. "Is this it, Miles?" she asked, offering it to him.
"Ooh, yes, thank you," he said cheerfully and took it from her, snapping it into place while making what seemed like the universal car sound by humming between closed lips. Artie tugged anxiously at Marie's hand and she got up to walk over to the couch with him.
-Where?- he made the sign and a picture of a map with a dotted line and a pirate's X appeared.
"I'm just going somewhere quiet with Logan for a couple days," Marie explained as she sat down.
The map faded and there was an image of Marie surrounded by shouting children. Red flashes circled her head.
Marie laughed. "Yes, I kind of have a headache, but it's not you kids," she assured him. "I'm just a little tired and I need a break."
A car left the front gates of the mansion and Artie leaned against her.
"That's right."
Logan was driving the car and Marie sat in the passenger seat, then Artie appeared in the back with Miles.
"Oh, honey. I don't think we can do that. Not this time." Marie put an arm around Artie. "Besides, Miles would kind of miss his mom."
Alison joined Artie and Miles in the back seat and Marie smiled.
"This time I really need some quiet time, sweetie. I wouldn't really be able to play with you or anything."
The car became one of the school's minivans and Doug and Jamie were in the back, playing video games head to head on GameBoys.
"That looks like a lot of fun, doesn't it? Do you think Miles has ever been on vacation?"
The minivan dissolved and the school, in perfect detail, became visible.
"Yeah," Marie admitted. "I'll bet that the school is kind of like vacation for Miles, you're right. You know your buddy pretty well. Look, Logan and I are going away for just a couple days so I can have a vacation." She looked at the silent little boy next to her and sighed heavily, realizing that there was really no way she could leave, not yet, not now. "I just wanted you to know where we were going and that we're coming back soon."
Artie made an 'x' over his heart with his forefinger.
"I promise." With that, Marie knew she'd have to be back. "We'll hang out when I get back."
A milkshake and a plate of frenchfries appeared and Artie crossed his arms over his chest, giving Marie a challenging look.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to Harry's, you little extortionist." Marie laughed and hugged him, getting a fierce little boy squeeze in return. Artie pushed away and pointed over to where Miles was breaking the West Commons speed limit with a red car on the track. "And Miles. Of course." Artie looked satisfied and bounded back to the race track, grabbing the purple car and gesturing for Miles to start again at the line so they could race together.
Marie looked around the commons and sighed, then got to her feet. "I'll be back," she said, mostly to herself. "Bye, boys. See you later."
"Bye, Miss Marie!" Miles chirped. Artie waved his free hand at her as well. Neither boy looked up, deep in a negotation of gestures about the start of the West Commons 500.
"Yeah." Marie relented, letting her irritation go. "I'll be back." With that, she left and headed down the stairs for the front door where she knew Logan was waiting with the car.
Logan arranged the luggage in the trunk of the rental car. It was /amazing/ how much stuff Marie'd decided to bring. He had one bag and it wasn't even full. She had three.
At least it was a snazzy little sports car.
Marie came out of the house in a far better mood, feeling lighter already as she closed the front door behind her. "I said goodbye to Artie for you," she said. "He tried to talk me into taking him, and then him and Miles and Alison. And then him and Miles and Alison and Doug and Jamie... you can see where this was going." She paused and looked over her shoulder. "...I don't need my computer, right?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Y'wanted to get /away/, right?" He slammed the trunk and walked around to the driver-side door.
"Point. You're so reasonable," she said in light tones, walking to the passenger door without comment about his choice to take the wheel. "One of the many reasons I love you."
He slid into the car and picked up the keys from the cup holder. The doors clicked shut and he smiled at Marie, starting the car. "We've got a long drive. Y'can tell me all of 'em," he teased.
Marie slid her coat off of her shoulders and buckled her seatbelt. "I don't know if five hours is enough." Then she leaned over and kissed him. "Buckle your seatbelt, Logan." Her smile was mischevious and she settled back into her seat, eyes on him, pulling off her gloves.
Logan looked over at her and decided a weekend wouldn't be enough for all the things he wanted to do to her right then. He snorted at her demand to put on a seatbelt, but when her gloves came off, his seatbelt clicked into place.
She put the directions to Assateague Bay on the dashboard and held her fingers up to the heating vent to warm them as Logan took the road out of the mansion grounds and turned east. "I'm sorry to be such a mess," she said quietly.
He looked over at her, taking a corner at 50mph. "Don't apologise." Just get better.
"I feel like I should. I just... I don't know anything anymore. I don't sleep well, I don't eat, all I can think of is everything I can't manage to fix. And you have to deal with the fallout from that." Marie looked out the window and, kicking her boots off, tucked her feet up under her. "I don't feel like you should or understand why you'd want to. It's not right. You shouldn't have to put up with me."
"Of course I should." Logan headed for the highway, looking over at her in confusion. "I wanna deal with the fallout from that 'cause it's /you/."
"Eighteen months ago, you wouldn't even give me a ride when I was freezing." The smile she gave him held no resentment at the fact. "Not at first anyway. And now... " she let the sentence trail off. The gesture of her hand in the air between them summed up all the intangible things there.
He frowned, watching the road as he merged onto the highway. "Eighteen months ago, I wasn't in love with you."
Her hand fluttered down to rest in her lap and her smile faded a little as she studied him, letting his words settle. "Well," she said quietly. "That does change things, yes."
Logan's eyes flickered toward her, then back to the road where he slid neatly between two cars, changing lanes. "Yeah," he said, confusion colouring his voice. "It does."
Marie tucked her hair back and then rested her chin in her hand, looking out the window, her expression slightly mystified. She tapped her lower lip thoughtfully with the blue enamelled nail of her index finger before looking over at him again.
His eyes flickered to her, and back to the road again. Her scrutiny was slightly disconcerting and it showed on his face. Switching lanes again, he passed two cars and floored it on a straightaway.
"That explains a great deal," she said, almost to herself. Her eyes on him were gentle. She remembered the other times she had sat across from him like this. Alaska. The road to Boston. It was a different world every time.
He glanced at her again. "It does?"
"Yes, it does. Everything makes sense now." Marie reached out and stroked her fingers over the back of his hand, between the knuckles where his claws cut through, then leaned over and kissed him without consideration for their speed or the traffic around them.
Logan saved a little attention for the road, making sure they continued to travel in a straight line without becoming overly friendly with any nearby bumpers, but one hand left the wheel to bury itself in her hair and he licked at her lips as she drew away.
"Now," she whispered, resisting the urge to kiss him again and distract him completely from his driving. "I love that you think that beer and twinkies are two of the four food groups." She settled for licking the curve of his ear and biting the lobe sharply. "I love that you're not going to manage to drive five hours at this rate." Her fingernails grated on the inner seam of his jeans as she ran them up his thigh. "And I love that you forgot to mention that you're in love with me." She nipped his earlobe again as mock punishment for his omission.
He groaned, his right foot pressing hard against the gas pedal. "Beer /is/-- wait, what? I for--" Another groan cut off his speech when she nipped at his earlobe.
Marie laughed softly. "This is why /I/ usually drive. Less distraction." She tilted her head to bite the soft hollow just behind his jaw, below his ear. "I love your failure to articulate things well under duress," she continued. "I love that you harass me about eating." She licked his neck. "Meals, that is."
The only noise he could make was a low rumble; he switched lanes, three at a time, and growled when there was no exit ramp nearby.
"I love your total lack of patience with everything in the world but me," she said, a little smugly, and snuggled up to him. "I love how you drive, and..."
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Date: 2004-02-08 12:19 am (UTC)Please try not to kill anybody on the road, you two. :P
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Date: 2004-02-08 03:46 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-08 04:05 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-08 04:12 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-08 06:41 pm (UTC)Sometimes.