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crack_van2005-09-24 11:24 pm
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Holding Ground by Heather (NC-17)
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse....)
Pairing: pre-Wolverine/Rogue, pre-Scott/Kitty
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: profile on wrfa
Why this must be read: I'm fairly surprised to not see this up here yet. It's a post-MRA, post-Legacy fic and it's AU - but that doesn't stop it from being an amazing fic. It's well written. It takes characters that are generally at a certian point and age in their lives and moves them to a different one. They're still the same characters, underneath, and still the right characters. But they're in a new place, a different place, but they still manage to work in all the right subtext, and still manage to find a way for it to seem like it fits. If you think Jean and Scott need to be together always, this isn't the fic you want to read. And if you think that Logan and Marie have too big an age gap normally - you might want to just move on. But the fic is well worth it, if that doesn't bother you.
Most grown men wouldn't stand toe-to-toe with him, yet here she was, not only holding her ground, but staring at him defiantly. Something twisted sharply inside him. Logan inhaled, instinctively taking in her scent to see what it told him about her. What he smelled underneath the dirt and the blood shook him profoundly. Her scent called to him, spoke directly to the animal coiled inside him. His every primal possessive instinct rushed to the fore, screaming at him that this girl was his.
It was distinctly unsettling. He'd never had such an extreme reaction to a scent before and he'd certainly never smelled anyone who just smelled 'right' to him. What was most disconcerting was that she smelled familiar. Not like he'd met her before, but on some level a part of him recognized her as belonging to him - with him.
He slowly dropped to a crouch before her, taking care not to move in any sort of threatening way. Logan rested his forearm on his bent knee and stared at her intently. She stared back at him and he got the distinct impression she saw far more than he was comfortable revealing. "What's your name, darlin'?"
At the soft question, she looked around at the others before meeting his eyes again. "Rogue."
Logan frowned a little at that. He wondered if the others weren't around if she would have told him her real name. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. So young and already building walls to protect herself. He understood why she did it. They all had to if they wanted to survive in this world. She tensed a little at his frown and he tried to lighten her mood a little. "What kinda name is Rogue?"
She looked at him quizzically for a long moment. "What kinda name is Wolverine?"
Holding Ground
Pairing: pre-Wolverine/Rogue, pre-Scott/Kitty
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: profile on wrfa
Why this must be read: I'm fairly surprised to not see this up here yet. It's a post-MRA, post-Legacy fic and it's AU - but that doesn't stop it from being an amazing fic. It's well written. It takes characters that are generally at a certian point and age in their lives and moves them to a different one. They're still the same characters, underneath, and still the right characters. But they're in a new place, a different place, but they still manage to work in all the right subtext, and still manage to find a way for it to seem like it fits. If you think Jean and Scott need to be together always, this isn't the fic you want to read. And if you think that Logan and Marie have too big an age gap normally - you might want to just move on. But the fic is well worth it, if that doesn't bother you.
Most grown men wouldn't stand toe-to-toe with him, yet here she was, not only holding her ground, but staring at him defiantly. Something twisted sharply inside him. Logan inhaled, instinctively taking in her scent to see what it told him about her. What he smelled underneath the dirt and the blood shook him profoundly. Her scent called to him, spoke directly to the animal coiled inside him. His every primal possessive instinct rushed to the fore, screaming at him that this girl was his.
It was distinctly unsettling. He'd never had such an extreme reaction to a scent before and he'd certainly never smelled anyone who just smelled 'right' to him. What was most disconcerting was that she smelled familiar. Not like he'd met her before, but on some level a part of him recognized her as belonging to him - with him.
He slowly dropped to a crouch before her, taking care not to move in any sort of threatening way. Logan rested his forearm on his bent knee and stared at her intently. She stared back at him and he got the distinct impression she saw far more than he was comfortable revealing. "What's your name, darlin'?"
At the soft question, she looked around at the others before meeting his eyes again. "Rogue."
Logan frowned a little at that. He wondered if the others weren't around if she would have told him her real name. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. So young and already building walls to protect herself. He understood why she did it. They all had to if they wanted to survive in this world. She tensed a little at his frown and he tried to lighten her mood a little. "What kinda name is Rogue?"
She looked at him quizzically for a long moment. "What kinda name is Wolverine?"
Holding Ground