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Entry tags: | logan |
Sweet Escape
Characters: Logan
When: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning
Location: some isolated mountain-forest area in China. What? One exists.
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Logan escapes for sweet, sweet privacy
Status: Narrative / complete
Jaime had shown up at his compartment sometime shortly after dawn. She'd mentioned that the reality seemed safe as far as early reports went, and that she was probably going to stay. Logan hadn't been in the least surprised to hear it. He'd watched her fall, from beginning to ... well, to where she was now. He'd sensed the growing fear in her, too, and he understood it. The train could take any of them, at any time, and he didn't think Jaime would come out whole on the other side if it took Ray from her. He guessed she knew that, too. She'd asked him then if he thought he was going to stay or go, before she'd very clearly informed him she wasn't hauling his adamantium ass across to England. But he'd told her honestly that he didn't know. It was true. He was tired of the train, but there were people there he'd said he'd protect, and he wasn't so quick to abandon them. If none of them were inclined to stay, he'd climb back onto the train. He wouldn't even make a face when he did it. Jaime, after all, could handle herself. She had Ray, and she might have Lily, and there wasn't anything he could do that they couldn't. People like Rogue though ... he didn't want to think about what his absence might do to her. Not that he thought he was a particularly helpful figure in her life, but he was at least solid. The problem was, he just didn't know how to help her. Maybe some version of him in the future worked it out, but he wasn't there yet. Given the changed circumstances -- the train instead of the school -- he might never get there. It had been easy enough to shanghai -- haha -- a motorcycle. It had been ages since he'd been through China, but he had an idea of where he wanted to go. The question was whether or not it was going to be the same thirty years into his future in a reality that wasn't his own. From what he'd seen so far, it looked like it was going to be close enough, and that suited him just fine. An hour's drive took him out of the city, and after pausing to gas up and double check some maps, another six had him where he wanted to be. Dusk had come and gone, and full dark had settled in. He'd left the smell of city and the smaller towns behind, and while he could still scent them if he inhaled deep enough, he'd found a place that was probably about as isolated as he could manage. He'd given some consideration to actually finding camping gear, but he'd lived alone in the wilderness for ages. It wouldn't take him long to construct a shelter -- or find one -- and build a fire. Catching food wasn't a problem, and what else did he really need? Well, he'd come here to get what he needed -- peace and quiet. There were people on the train he cared about, but 90% of the rest of them, he could do without. The train was cramped, and if he listened and sniffed around enough, he could know everyone's business. He didn't like the close quarters, and he made a point of taking off at every stop, regardless of what it was like, just to escape it all for a little while. At least in this reality, they had a departure date. It struck him as a little ironic that this reality's date lined up with their fake dates, and he wondered if that was coincidence, or if the train was just fucking with them. Or if this was its twisted way of approving their calendar system. Shaking his head, Logan abandoned his bike near a tree, knowing he'd be able to smell it out when he was ready to head back. Or just follow his own backtrail, if it came to that. Pausing some distance away from his bike, he closed his eyes and inhaled. He inhaled the scent of nature, of wilderness. Of tranquility. Of dinner. His eyes opened as his head turned in the direction he'd smelled food. It was live food, but it wouldn't be alive much longer. With a predator's grace, Logan stalked near-silently through the woods toward his intended prey. What he didn't eat, however long he was out here, he guessed he could take back to the train ... but he had a feeling he'd be out here for most of the stop. With no idea how long it would be before it stopped again, he intended to absorb as much of the solitude as he could. |