Celebs: Various people from the movie X-Men 3 reprising their roles- read the story to find out exactly who. :)
Codes: MF, MFF, first, oral, reluc, cons, interracial, rom, voy.
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18 or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. :( Please also note that it is not a true story, instead merely a fantasy. Real events may be referenced and real names, likenesses, and other personal details of celebrities and other real people may be part of the story- however they are used in a fictional manner styled to the author's liking that may be satirical at times. The author has never met any of the celebrities used herein, so he has no way of knowing if they really act the way they do in the story, and is confident that they probably don't. One hopes that these facts do not keep you, the reader, from enjoying the story.
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Notes: This story is my unofficial follow-up to the film X-Men 3: The Last Stand. Great movie and hopefully not the last of its kind. If you have not seen it, beware- Spoilers Are Within This Tale. SPOILERS! Got that? :) This whole story takes place shortly after the movie, and ties up some loose ends. Any writers of X-Men 4 who want to use the ideas I put across, feel free. All readers- Enjoy!
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X-Men 3: Additional Aftermath
The Not-Too Distant Future. Xavier Mansion, NY.
"I can't go on," he whispered, rubbing his head in his hands. "I can't go on."
His inner strength was gone now. He had always had it, fought with it, been legendary for it. It had satisfied him, even though it had kept him alone. Then, suddenly, he had not been alone. He had found friends, a family. They had been a better salve to his pain than any drink, any cigar, any berserk rage. He had loved them, and he still did.
But now things would be over soon, he knew. The man who had given him the family was dead- after he could have saved him. The woman he had wanted to start another family with was dead too- by his own hand. She had killed one man who loved her, and destroyed the other as well. Only part of her had even cared. The other part, the part he'd had to kill, had laughed at both of them, then set out to destroy the world.
"Jean," he recalled, shaking his head at her memory. "Jean. I miss you."
Before their final battle he had been able to put all thought of her aside, concentrate on the man who had always been a threat to both of them. A threat to their entire family, and their dream. They had beaten that man, finally destroyed him. But then they had had to destroy Jean too. She was one of their own, and they had had to kill her. Specifically he had had to. The knowledge of that, the memory of what he had done, what he had tried and failed to do, was rooted inside him now. And it was worsening all his other pain.
"Logan," a voice said.
He looked up to see a darkskinned woman in black standing before him. Short white hair framed her aristocratic features.
"Storm," he said, smiling wryly. She had always trusted him, even though they barely knew each other. Even now, her presence brought with it a feeling of warmth. Of course, that feeling only slightly eased what lurked inside his bones.
"Ororo," she said, stepping closer. She knelt before the bed he sat on, took his hand in hers. "You should call me Ororo after all we've been through together."
"Ororo," he repeated, grimacing at the name. For only an instant, though. He liked it. Storm was nice too, but it was also uncomfortably close to the feelings he often had. Those feelings always disturbed him no matter what. Unlike his body, they did not easily heal.
"You were screaming," she said, looking up at him. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." He gasped, remembering. "I saw it all again. We fought Magneto, we defeated him. But then Jean..."
"I know."
Logan gasped. "This time she destroyed me. I wasn't strong enough to stop her. I died, just like Scott and the Professor..."
"You didn't die," Ororo reminded him, squeezing his hand. "You're still here."
He took one look at her, then turned away, pulling his hand from her grasp.
"Logan!" she shouted. He did not look back. "Logan!"
"Go away," he snapped, waving his hand at the door of the room. For a moment it clenched, the claws within about to spring forth. Then Logan stopped himself, remembering Ororo was not his enemy. "Get out of here," he told her instead. "Just leave me." Words, he knew from experience, could be sharper than adamantium.
Ororo shook her head, then stood up and sat down on the bed. She took Logan's face in her hands, turned it back towards her. He grimaced at her cool touch. For a moment he felt something inside change at its pressure. Then he frowned again, remembering all the reasons for his pain. The substance inside him, his body and yet not his body. The echoes of his long life, all the things he could remember and those he couldn't. The death of his mentor, his rival, and the woman he'd loved. His enemies had died too, but that didn't matter. Not when joined with the death of his friends. At their funerals and afterwards in public he'd held it all inside, but now his grief was coming out. He had always been alone, and suffered alone. The family he had now hadn't changed that, even though it had changed so much else.
"Logan," she said, looking directly at his eyes. "Logan, look at me."
For a long instant he was silent, trying to drive her from him with his naked fury. But she did not even seem to notice, or if she did, she did not leave. She only continued looking at him. Then he turned and saw a reflection of himself inside her eyes.
"What?" he snarled, his tone changing. "What do you want?"
"You're in pain. You need help."
"Yeah, I am," Logan shrugged. No use challenging her impression. "What makes you think you can do anything about it?"
She took a deep breath. "I've lost people too."
She had, he realized. Jean, Scott, and the Professor had also been her friends. How could he have forgotten?
"Yeah," he said, looking at her. "You did."
"Not just them," Ororo replied. She dropped her hands from his face. "I lost my parents, long ago. Charles gave me a new family, but now..." She turned away, tears coming to her eyes.
