Some secret facilities in Washington, 1982.
The base was quiet, the usual hustle of operatives and soldiers replaced by the stillness of night. Logan and Rogue had just returned from another mission, a successful but exhausting operation that had left them both eager to unwind.
As they stepped into Logan's quarters, Rogue let out a relieved sigh, sinking into the couch. "I thought we'd never get back," she said, pulling off her boots and stretching out her legs.
Logan smirked, tossing his jacket over a chair before joining her. "You held up well. Stryker's impressed, Darlin'."
Rogue rolled her eyes, though a small smile played on her lips. "Stryker's hard to read. I never know if he's happy or disappointed in me."
"Don't worry about him. You did great out there, Darlin'," Logan replied, leaning back and stretching his arms along the back of the couch.
There was a comfortable silence between them, punctuated only by the occasional clink of their gear being set aside. They had settled into a rhythm over the past years, their partnership evolving into something deeper. The trust they had built during missions translated into quiet moments like this, where words weren't always necessary.
Rogue turned to Logan, her eyes softening as she studied him. "You know, Sugar, I've been thinking about this a lot. Us, I mean. It's crazy how everything's changed so quickly since that day."
Logan met her gaze, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. "Yeah, it's been a ride, hasn't it, Darlin'?"
They shared a quiet laugh, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing day. Rogue leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder. The warmth of his presence was comforting, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this uncertain world.
"I'm glad you're here with me, Sugar," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Logan shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around her. "I'm glad you're here too, Marie," he said before kissing her on the lips.
Their relationship had evolved from partners to something far more intimate, a connection that transcended the chaos of their lives. Working for Stryker had its challenges, but they had found solace in each other, a refuge from the harsh realities of their missions.
As the night deepened, they remained on the couch, talking quietly about the future and their place in it. For Logan, this was unfamiliar territory—allowing himself to care deeply for someone else. But with Rogue, it felt right.
Rogue shifted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Do you ever think about what life would be like if we weren't doing this?"
Logan considered her question, his gaze thoughtful. "Sometimes. But I don't think I'd want it any other way, not if it means not having you around."
Rogue smiled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. "I feel the same. I don't know what's going to happen, but as long as we're together, I think we'll be okay."
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The same secret facilities in Washington, 1983.
Rogue paced nervously in her quarters, the walls of the underground base feeling closer than ever. The news she carried felt surreal, and the weight of it had kept her up the previous night, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and fear.
Logan would be back any minute now. Stryker had him in his office longer than she had expected, and she had spent the time waiting, trying to gather her courage to tell him. She took a deep breath, glancing at the small test kit on the table, its result clear and undeniable.
The door creaked open, and Logan stepped inside, hugging her from the back. "Hey, Darlin'," he said, his voice a rough yet familiar comfort. "Stryker's got me working double time on this one."
She forced a smile, her heart pounding as she held his hands. "Busy day, huh, Sugar?"
"Yeah, you could say that." He buried his nose in her neck. "Everything okay with you, Darlin'?"
Rogue hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sugar, there's something I need to tell you."
He paused, picking up on the seriousness of her tone. "What's going on, Darlin'?"
Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze, her eyes steady despite the tremor in her hands. "I'm pregnant, Logan."
The words hung in the air, and Logan's expression shifted from surprise to something deeper—concern, then hope. He took a step closer, his gaze searching her face. "You're sure, Darlin'?"
She nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as she spoke. "I found out this morning. I've been trying to wrap my head around it."
Logan ran a hand through his hair, absorbing the news. His mind raced with questions and uncertainties, but beneath it all was a protective instinct he couldn't ignore. "How do you feel about it?"
Rogue let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of her emotions lift slightly. "I'm scared, to be honest. But Sugar, I'm also… happy. I didn't think something like this would ever happen to me."
He took her hands, his grip warm and reassuring. "Marie, we'll figure this out. Whatever you need, I'm here. We're in this together."
Her eyes softened, tears threatening to spill over as she held onto him. "I was worried you'd be upset or… I don't know. I was just scared."
Logan shook his head, his expression earnest. "You've given me something I didn't think I'd ever have—a future. I know things are complicated, but I want this. I want us."
The sincerity in his voice touched her, easing some of the fear that had been building inside. She leaned into him, finding comfort in his presence. "Thank you, Logan."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they stood together in the quiet of the room. The uncertainty of their lives and missions loomed, but in that moment, they felt a sense of hope and determination.
"We'll make it work," Logan said softly, his voice filled with resolve. "We always do."
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Still the same secret facilities in Washington, Stryker's Office, 1983.
Logan and Rogue sat across from Stryker in his dimly lit office, the air heavy with unspoken tension. They exchanged a glance, their silent communication a testament to their growing bond and shared secret.
Logan leaned forward, his tone firm but measured. "We've done a lot for the team, but it's time for us to move on. We want to live our own lives, away from missions and operations."
Stryker's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. "And what prompted this sudden decision?"
Rogue held her breath, careful to keep her emotions in check, "We've given enough. We need to look after ourselves now."
Stryker studied them, clearly unconvinced, but Logan's unwavering gaze and Rogue's calm demeanor gave him little reason to question further. Besides, he still had his plan B for them; maintaining neutral friendship was still crucial. "Okay then, I'll be the one to tell the team, and Logan, you should know that Creed would not be happy about this."
"That's okay, I'll tell him myself. He's still my brother. He should understand. We need to go our own ways from now on."
"Alright, you are dismissed."
As they left the office, Rogue squeezed Logan's hand, relief washing over her. They had managed to plant the seeds of their departure without revealing the true reason behind their choice—the life they were determined to protect.
-
Somewhere in Rural Canada, could be anywhere, 1989.
Logan and Rogue had found solace in the quiet expanse of rural Canada. Nestled in a small cabin surrounded by dense forests, they lived a simple yet fulfilling life away from the chaos of their past. Logan worked as a lumberjack and sometimes carpenter, his days spent among towering trees, finding peace in the rhythm of his labor. Rogue, now a loving mother and art teacher, spent her days teaching middle school students in arts while still caring for their lively five-year-old son, Wade Wilson Howlett.
The crisp air and serene landscape offered them a sense of security and anonymity that they had longed for. Each day was filled with small joys—Wade's laughter as he played in the yard, Logan's contentment as he chopped wood, and Rogue's gentle moments as she prepared meals and watched Wade grow. Both of them were kinda glad that Wade hadn't made any show of any mutation yet since they wanted him to still learn in a normal school before he got his mutation. As Logan only had his mutation when he was about 12 years old and Marie was even later, they didn't worry much and just let the five-year-old do whatever he wanted.
In the evenings, they would sit together on the porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rugged terrain. Wade would often run around the porch, his boundless energy a stark contrast to the peaceful surroundings. They talked about their future, their hopes for Wade, and the life they were building together. It was a world away from the missions and danger that had defined their previous existence, and they reveled in the freedom and simplicity of their new life until someone visited and ruined it all for them.
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Still somewhere in Rural Canada, could be anywhere, Full of Lumberjack, 1989.
The sun cast long shadows through the dense forest as Logan worked diligently among the other lumberjacks. The rhythmic roar of chainsaws mingled with the earthy aroma of fresh-cut timber. Focused on his task, Logan was determined to leave his past behind.
Taking a break, he lit a Cuban cigar as two familiar figures emerged from a vehicle that had just arrived behind him. Their scents were unmistakable—Stryker and Agent Zero from his past with Team X. They approached with the same authoritative presence he remembered all too well.
"Who the hell are these guys?" one of Logan's coworkers muttered.
"Smells like government," Logan replied, visibly annoyed. He picked up his axe and made his way toward them.
Stryker was the first to speak, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "My God, you haven't aged a day!"
Logan gave him a sideways glance, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Clean living."
"You remember Agent Zero?" Stryker asked, nodding towards the agent.
"Still shooting first, asking questions later?" Logan shot a glance at Agent Zero. In a flash, Agent Zero drew his gun and shot the cigar from Logan's mouth.
"You still chewing on cheap cigars?" Agent Zero sneered.
"Boys, please," Stryker interjected smoothly, then turned his attention back to Logan. "I have a job for you."
"I already have a job," Logan retorted.
"Lumberjack? Eighteen grand a year?" Agent Zero taunted.
"Eighteen-five. Plus, I haven't had to kill anyone in a while," Logan said, a hint of pride in his voice.
"Starting to miss it?" Agent Zero prodded.
"Right about now, I am," Logan shot back, his eyes glinting with annoyance.
"Yeah?" Zero's irritation was evident.
"Zero, back to the car," Stryker ordered, cutting through the tension.
"Attaboy. Ckckck," Logan taunted Zero as he walked away.
Stryker turned to Logan, his tone shifting to one of genuine sincerity. "You know, I'm not proud of the way things ended between us."
"Conversation's over," Logan interrupted, his voice cold.
"Playing Little House on the Prairie with your former partner—it just isn't you, Logan."
"And you would know, huh?" Logan retorted, his tone sharp.
"I would."
"What do you want, Stryker?" Logan demanded.
Stryker's demeanor grew more serious. "We have a problem. Chris Bradley's been kidnapped, along with other former team members. Victor's the prime suspect."
Logan's expression darkened at the mention of his brother. "So, what do you want from me? Rogue and I can take care of ourselves."
Stryker cleared his throat, maintaining his focus. "Victor's become a serious threat, Logan. He's targeting our old team. Bradley's just the latest."
Logan crossed his arms, his voice laced with disdain. "And what makes you think I care?" He turned away, heading for his truck.
Stryker pressed on, undeterred. "Because you're the only one who can stop him. This isn't just about you, Logan. The country needs you!"
Logan shook his head, his disinterest clear. "I'm Canadian."
"I know you, Logan! I know who you are!" Stryker's voice was urgent as Logan started his truck, leaving the two men behind. As Logan's vehicle disappeared into the distance, Stryker turned to Agent Zero. "Initiate the operation. Make sure we bring that boy in, no matter what it takes."