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xp_logsThursday, Logan and Marie drive to Canada, to central Ontario. They spend the night in a hotel and, the next morning, go to the Department H headquarters to meet Logan's old friend, James MacDonald Hudson, now the deputy director of Department H's Strange Happenings Division and the leader of their espionage and investigation team, Alpha Flight. Logan gets a job offer and Mac explains that the FoH have been staging attacks in Canada, too.
Thursday afternoon, they crossed the border from the United States into Canada and Logan pulled out a wallet Marie had never seen before, flashing a Canadian driver's license at the Canadian customs official and waiting while he searched the trunk.
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Friday morning, Marie stepped out of the shower to find Logan dressed in a tailored suit. He had put a garment bag -- another item she'd never seen before -- out on the hotel bed and she walked over to unzip it.
"Alison helped with th'sizes an' such," he explained.
Inside was a very nice, neutral skirt and jacket, definitely her size and definitely very grown up. Alison had, with her typical efficiency, packed coordinating undergarments, stockings (and an extra pair, of course), and a pair of shoes that were pretty enough to make Marie smile.
"So." She tossed her towel onto the bed and started to get dressed. "Where are we going? Or is it still a secret?"
"'s not a secret." He straightened the collar of his shirt beneath the suitcoat. "We're goin' ta see an old friend a mine."
"Oh, I see." Marie finished getting her underthings on and slipped the shoes on to try them out. Very cute, she decided, admiring them. "And you let Alison dress me for this?" She laughed at him and picked up the skirt. "You're brave."
Logan remembered what she'd come home in, the last time Alison had dressed her. "We had a...chat...'bout what y'needed t'be wearin'. She was more'n willin' t'help."
Marie pulled the jacket on, leaving it unbuttoned, and came over to kiss him. "Spoilsport," she teased. "Let me dry my hair and we'll go. Are you going to tell me any more than just that it's an old friend?"
Logan considered what to tell her. His friend. The man who saved him. His first memory of humanity. He shook his head helplessly. Maybe after she met him, it would be easier. "Go dry yer hair."
"Yes, dear." She could see the flash of conflict in his eyes and kissed him again, slower this time, and decided that she was done teasing. "Ten minutes, okay?"
Logan nodded, going to sit in one of the room's many armchairs. He ran through a quick checklist in his mind, while waiting for her, making sure he had everything they'd need.
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Two hours later, Logan lead Marie into the Department H headquarters and into an elevator. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, and didn't seem to be in a talkative mood, so Marie just watched as he pressed the button for the fifth floor.
He glanced at the chairs just inside the outer office and Marie took the hint. She sat down just as he walked past the secretary without a word, straight into the inner office. The door slammed shut behind him.
"Go right ahead, Mr Logan, Mr Hudson has been expecting you," the secretary said with a sigh. Marie gave her a sympathetic look.
After a few moments, shouting could be heard from the inner office. It was Logan. "I resigned seven /years/ ago, you sonovabitch! Hell, no! Kiss my ass!" And then the door swung open again and Logan walked out, slamming the door behind him. He was grinning from ear to ear and leaned his hip on the secretary's desk. "Hey, Doloris, long time, no see... You're lookin' lovely as ever."
The older woman blushed. "Oh, go on now, Jim."
Logan glanced at the door behind him. "Mac's on 'is way out, can't let 'im see me flirtin' with 'is girl," he teased, then stood up, moving to stand beside Marie's chair.
Marie stood just as a man in his late forties walked out of the inner office, smiling broadly and pulling a car-length raincoat on over his suit. "Good to see you again, Logan, as always."
He noticed Marie and, as soon as he did, Logan pulled her in front of him, wrapping his arm around her waist possessively. "This is Marie D'Ancato."
"It's nice to meet you, Ms D'Ancato." Mac held out his hand to shake. Logan was glad he'd made sure Alison had included a pair of ladylike gloves in the garment bag. "Let's go, shall we?" He turned back to Doloris. "I'll be back after lunch. Tell Rutger I'll call him then."
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They were seated in a limosene a few minutes later, and Logan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "So, what's up?"
"The Friends of Humanity, apparently," Mac said dryly.
Logan raised his eyebrows. "In /Canada/?"
Mac gave Logan a look that clearly said he was an idiot. "Yes, Logan, in /Canada/. We shut down a cell earlier this week. Bastards blew up a new complex being built to offer therapy and training to mutants."
Logan frowned at Mac. "Got any details for me?"
Mac glanced at Marie. "Right now?"
Logan rolled his eyes. "'m not stupid, Mac." He jerked his head in Marie's direction. "She's one a Xavier's."
Eying Marie with some amount of surprise -- she looked a little young for that -- he nodded and held his hand out to Marie again, to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Ms D'Ancato. I'm James Hudson, deputy director of the Strange Happenings Division of Department H."
"It's nice to meet you again, Mr Hudson. And it's Marie," she said, with an amused little smile. "Not even my students call me Ms D'Ancato, not unless they're trying to get away with something. That would have been the Pickering Complex? I didn't know they'd claimed that one." Her expression clouded and her fingers itched to go back and go over the news feeds to see what they'd missed.
Mac sat back against the leather seat, giving Logan an approving look. He'd found a smart one. And thank goodness, too, since Logan wasn't always the brightest light in the room. He shook his head. "They didn't. We -- my team and I -- arrested them on Tuesday."
Marie's expression of discontent didn't fade at that news, if anything it darkened. "Congratulations. That's an excellent turn-around," she noted, any traces of the little girl gone. She glanced over at Logan and then back at Mac. "Details?" she asked, echoing Logan's earlier question.
Thursday afternoon, they crossed the border from the United States into Canada and Logan pulled out a wallet Marie had never seen before, flashing a Canadian driver's license at the Canadian customs official and waiting while he searched the trunk.
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Friday morning, Marie stepped out of the shower to find Logan dressed in a tailored suit. He had put a garment bag -- another item she'd never seen before -- out on the hotel bed and she walked over to unzip it.
"Alison helped with th'sizes an' such," he explained.
Inside was a very nice, neutral skirt and jacket, definitely her size and definitely very grown up. Alison had, with her typical efficiency, packed coordinating undergarments, stockings (and an extra pair, of course), and a pair of shoes that were pretty enough to make Marie smile.
"So." She tossed her towel onto the bed and started to get dressed. "Where are we going? Or is it still a secret?"
"'s not a secret." He straightened the collar of his shirt beneath the suitcoat. "We're goin' ta see an old friend a mine."
"Oh, I see." Marie finished getting her underthings on and slipped the shoes on to try them out. Very cute, she decided, admiring them. "And you let Alison dress me for this?" She laughed at him and picked up the skirt. "You're brave."
Logan remembered what she'd come home in, the last time Alison had dressed her. "We had a...chat...'bout what y'needed t'be wearin'. She was more'n willin' t'help."
Marie pulled the jacket on, leaving it unbuttoned, and came over to kiss him. "Spoilsport," she teased. "Let me dry my hair and we'll go. Are you going to tell me any more than just that it's an old friend?"
Logan considered what to tell her. His friend. The man who saved him. His first memory of humanity. He shook his head helplessly. Maybe after she met him, it would be easier. "Go dry yer hair."
"Yes, dear." She could see the flash of conflict in his eyes and kissed him again, slower this time, and decided that she was done teasing. "Ten minutes, okay?"
Logan nodded, going to sit in one of the room's many armchairs. He ran through a quick checklist in his mind, while waiting for her, making sure he had everything they'd need.
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Two hours later, Logan lead Marie into the Department H headquarters and into an elevator. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, and didn't seem to be in a talkative mood, so Marie just watched as he pressed the button for the fifth floor.
He glanced at the chairs just inside the outer office and Marie took the hint. She sat down just as he walked past the secretary without a word, straight into the inner office. The door slammed shut behind him.
"Go right ahead, Mr Logan, Mr Hudson has been expecting you," the secretary said with a sigh. Marie gave her a sympathetic look.
After a few moments, shouting could be heard from the inner office. It was Logan. "I resigned seven /years/ ago, you sonovabitch! Hell, no! Kiss my ass!" And then the door swung open again and Logan walked out, slamming the door behind him. He was grinning from ear to ear and leaned his hip on the secretary's desk. "Hey, Doloris, long time, no see... You're lookin' lovely as ever."
The older woman blushed. "Oh, go on now, Jim."
Logan glanced at the door behind him. "Mac's on 'is way out, can't let 'im see me flirtin' with 'is girl," he teased, then stood up, moving to stand beside Marie's chair.
Marie stood just as a man in his late forties walked out of the inner office, smiling broadly and pulling a car-length raincoat on over his suit. "Good to see you again, Logan, as always."
He noticed Marie and, as soon as he did, Logan pulled her in front of him, wrapping his arm around her waist possessively. "This is Marie D'Ancato."
"It's nice to meet you, Ms D'Ancato." Mac held out his hand to shake. Logan was glad he'd made sure Alison had included a pair of ladylike gloves in the garment bag. "Let's go, shall we?" He turned back to Doloris. "I'll be back after lunch. Tell Rutger I'll call him then."
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They were seated in a limosene a few minutes later, and Logan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "So, what's up?"
"The Friends of Humanity, apparently," Mac said dryly.
Logan raised his eyebrows. "In /Canada/?"
Mac gave Logan a look that clearly said he was an idiot. "Yes, Logan, in /Canada/. We shut down a cell earlier this week. Bastards blew up a new complex being built to offer therapy and training to mutants."
Logan frowned at Mac. "Got any details for me?"
Mac glanced at Marie. "Right now?"
Logan rolled his eyes. "'m not stupid, Mac." He jerked his head in Marie's direction. "She's one a Xavier's."
Eying Marie with some amount of surprise -- she looked a little young for that -- he nodded and held his hand out to Marie again, to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Ms D'Ancato. I'm James Hudson, deputy director of the Strange Happenings Division of Department H."
"It's nice to meet you again, Mr Hudson. And it's Marie," she said, with an amused little smile. "Not even my students call me Ms D'Ancato, not unless they're trying to get away with something. That would have been the Pickering Complex? I didn't know they'd claimed that one." Her expression clouded and her fingers itched to go back and go over the news feeds to see what they'd missed.
Mac sat back against the leather seat, giving Logan an approving look. He'd found a smart one. And thank goodness, too, since Logan wasn't always the brightest light in the room. He shook his head. "They didn't. We -- my team and I -- arrested them on Tuesday."
Marie's expression of discontent didn't fade at that news, if anything it darkened. "Congratulations. That's an excellent turn-around," she noted, any traces of the little girl gone. She glanced over at Logan and then back at Mac. "Details?" she asked, echoing Logan's earlier question.
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