Rogue reached out and smacked the woman, hard across the face. Logan was almost too stunned to notice. He did though and grabbed her wrist as Rogue went to deliver another slap, she’d forgotten her strength and Heather was laying against the wall across the room from the first blow. “Darlin’ don’t kill ‘er.”
Rogue glared at him. “She’s lying.” She hissed angrily. She couldn’t believe that that beautiful woman laying on the floor was Logan’s wife. She wouldn’t Logan was finally hers. The love she held for him was finally returned and she wouldn’t let some barfly from his past take him away from her.
“I don’t think she is.” Xavier said. “She’s allowed me to read her memories and has a file full of proof.”
Heather finally managed to sit herself up, a bruise forming on her cheek in the shape of Rogues hand. She got up and managed to sit shakily back in her chair. “Really Rogue, what reason would I have to lie?” She asked gingerly touching her face then checking her teeth.
Logan nodded agreeing. He hadn’t smelled a lie on her either. “So you’re my wife. Funny I thought Marriages dissolved after seven years of absence by one spouse.”
She nodded. “Usually they do but marriages on Indian Reservations are a little different. Still legally binding but without the usual strictures.” She picked up a manila envelope off the desk and opened it. “I’ll start from the beginning shall I?”
“Please do.” Xavier said. He’d heard part of the story and was anxious to hear the rest.
Heather pulled a thin photo album out of the thick envelope and opened it for them to see. “I grew up in Ontario Canada on a reservation. My Grandfather was French, my grandmother Sioux Indian. Both my parents were Sioux but I ended up with Grandpas skin and my peoples hair and eyes. I’m an only child so that was interesting. Anyway. Logan was passing by in my twenty first year when his truck broke down. I say broke down but it was more like the engine blew up. My father and Uncle saw the flames and went to help. I went with them. He was laying on the ground half his face missing. We were sure he was dead.
At that time I had a first responders certificate so I went to see if he was still alive. I was surprised to find that he was. My Uncle helped me get him back to our house.” She flipped a page and showed them a long one story ranch style house. Logan could see Heather standing in front of it with her mother and father. “Mother was ill, I remember she had this horrible cough. When I got the blood cleaned off Logan’s face I saw he was healing very fast. He woke up a few hours later and almost ripped my Uncles head off. Scared the hell out of me and ran out of the house wearing nothing but a pair of dirty jeans. We’d take his boots off and he ran out without them.
My father said let him go. He was a Wild Man, the Spirits had come to him and made him like the animals.”
Rogue snorted but Heather ignored her. Logan found himself being pulled into her story, the pictures sparking recognition in him.
“Later when I took the sheets off the bed to wash the blood from them I found a set of dog tags stuck to the pillow case. The military had called him Wolverine. I remember thinking it was appropriate. I couldn’t sleep that night. I decided to see if I could find this Wolverine and at least return his boots to him. I left and followed his tracks. It didn’t take me long to find him. He was sleeping under a pine tree with a tiny fire. He woke up suddenly and next thing I knew I was pinned under him, he was growling at me so fiercely.”
She stopped for a moment lost in her recollections. Logan felt the urge to prod her into continuing but quashed it. Rogue reached over and took his hand lacing her fingers through his and rubbing his thumb. Heather didn’t notice and continued. “Well I managed to get him to let me up and returned his boots. He calmed down after that and asked if he could stick around until he could get a new truck. I said I would ask my Father. Father said it was fine and even gave him paying work so he could buy a new truck. It wasn’t very long before he started asking after me. We courted for a while and he eventually asked me to marry him. I said yes.” She turned a page and they saw a Sioux style wedding then another page and Heather and Logan were standing in front of a smaller ranch style home. “He built me a house and moved me in on our first anniversary. I was twenty five when he went into town one day and never came back.” She closed the album and pulled out a couple pieces of paper. “I looked everywhere, posted fliers, pleaded with news papers and found nothing. I knew he was alive but I couldn’t find him.” The papers were fliers, newspaper articles and even an FBI missing persons poster.
“If ya were married to him you’ll have the certificate right?” Rogue asked impatiently.
Heather nodded and pulled it out. She handed it to Logan. He saw the signatures. One was a neat female hand stating Heather Cloud. The other was a shocker. It was his handwriting his name scrawled proudly; Logan Therrien. Rogue looked at it and went still. Heather took it back. “I recently came into enough money to step up my efforts to find you and hired a private investigator. Last week he told me where to find you and here I am.”
Xavier looked at her. “It was twenty years ago that he vanished yet you look no older than twenty five.”
She smiled. “Apparently the mutant crisis wasn’t such a crisis on my reservation. I came into my mutation when I was fifteen and had it completely under control by the time I was seventeen. My mutation is the ability to reverse time for up to fifteen minutes. Apparently within my own body it keeps reversing that fifteen minutes, whether I consciously will it or not, continually reversing any aging that I’ve done in the last fifteen minutes. I think I age maybe one year in every ten physically.”
Xavier nodded and was about to say something when Rogue interjected. “So ya think ya can waltz in and pick up where you two left off? I don’ think so, hell ah don’ even believe ya.” She stood up and stormed out of the office, Logan caught the telltale scent of tears and fear as she left.
Heather watched her go. “No, I don’t. I just…I just wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know you were still alive.” Her eyes sought out his own.
Logan broke eye contact and stood. He went after Rogue leaving Heather in Xavier’s office. She slumped in her seat. “I never thought I’d find him.” She murmured.
She looked up at Xavier. “He’s changed a lot. I hardly know him.”
“He’s still an honorable man. He’s still a fighter.” Xavier replied folding his hands on the surface of his desk.
“But he belongs to another.” She said quietly. “And I still love him.”
Xavier watched her for a moment. “I’ll have Storm show you to one of our guest rooms.” He finally said.
She nodded and gathered her papers while Xavier called Storm. Storm showed up a few moments later and showed Heather to a room. Heather laid down on the bed and cried.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Ok, this one is a little longer and we get a bit of a back story. Rogue is a little jealous. I'm sorry I've never been much good at writing her. I tend to fixate on Logan
**to those who've read this before I am so sorry about the goof up.***
**to those who've read this before I am so sorry about the goof up.***
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