All this wasting away, All this prolonged misery and Who: Logan and Neena What: Logan is still dying When: early afternoon Where: Logan's place Rating: almost sincere threats of violence, trigger warnings for medical stuff Status: complete
Neena was generally pissed at all of creation when she went to Logan’s house after church. She was letting Thomas sleep (turns out her sex drive was just fine after a couple hours of sitting in his lap). She figured she’d sleep when she was dead.
She was still dressed up when she got to Logan’s place, and the door opened right after she knocked. Laura looked like Hell, which told Neena that shit was now definitely real. She talked to the girl a little bit, trying to comfort her, before she headed back to see Logan.
“Hey.” Logan looked tired, and green, and his eyes were blood shot. He gave her a smirk, the sort of smirk of someone just a little tipsy. Hell, even without his powers he’d had a good level of alcohol tolerance.
Neena’s stomach dropped, and she took a deep breath. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She noted, before she moved to sit next to him. “Didn’t I tell you this was against the rules?” She pressed a hand against his forehead, to see if he had a fever. It was a stupid compulsion, but she figured he could deal with one more woman hovering over him.
“Well I’m workin’ on it.” He actually did have a fever. It was pretty hard to hide how bad it was getting. But he sure as hell was going to try, for Vel’s sake.
Neena winced when she felt how hot his skin was. “Shit.” She looked down at the litter of beer cans and empty bottles. “Your place is a fucking mess, too.”
“Well I’ll pick it up later.” Logan opened another can of beer. His fingers felt numb. Was that the poisoning or the booze? He wasn’t sure he cared.
“You could try to fucking survive.” Neena said, kicking a can with frustration. “You could let your liver try to deal with the fucking toxins instead of laying there like Oscar Wilde.”
“Darlin’, my liver ain’t gonna be able to handle this.” Logan looked at her, shaking his head. “The adamantium is goin’ to kill me.”
Neena didn’t know what to do. She wanted to yell and scream and lash out at him for being so calm. How dare he just lay there and accept this? After a moment of indecisive fuming she sat on the edge of the bed, putting her face in her hands. “Goddamnit.”
“It ain’t like this shit is just covering my bones, Neena. It’s part of my bones. We can’t jus’...take it out.” He wasn’t sure there were treatments that could stop or retard the poison. He didn’t think he had enough time to do the research.
Neena nodded, taking a deep breath before she dragged her fingers down her face and sat up. “Fine. But I can’t stay. I watched you die helpless once, I can’t-” She couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He looked at her, and nodded his head. But he reached for her, then pulled her into his arms. He understood. He didn’t need to say it, but he understood.
She hugged him tight, as though she could squeeze the poison out of him if she held him tight enough. She wasn’t going to cry. Not here. She could deal with that shit when she was home with Thomas. “You’re a fucking prick, Logan. Always fucking dying on me.”
Logan hugged her back, just as tight. “It’s one of the things I’m good at. No one ever tell you what I do best isn’t very nice?” He was trying to make light of the situation. He kissed the side of her face and hugged her tighter. “Gotta..tell Vel. Didn’t want to worry her but she gotta know.”
Neena’s sadness turned to anger faster than she’d believed possible. “What? You fucking asshole!” She shoved her way out of his arms, standing up to face him. “You didn’t tell her? Am I the only fucking person who knows? I can’t believe you, Logan!”
Logan looked up at her. “Look me in the eye and tell me that if you were in my shoes, an’ you knew you’d die soon, you would have an easy, hunky dorey time tellin’ Thomas?”
“I would fucking tell him.” Neena said, her expression furious. “I wouldn’t wait until I was fucking jaundiced and weak to let him know. I should shoot you right in the fucking face for that, I can’t believe what an asshole you’re being about this!”
“Don’ want her to worry,” Logan mumbled. He pushed hair out of his face. “Don’ want her to...don’t need her to...” he trailed off. Let Neena think he was an asshole. He just didn’t want Vel to worry about him. She worried too damn much as it was. “An’ if it comes back, I’ll have worried her for nothin’.”
“No, then you get to have unbelievable ‘I can’t believe you’re still alive’ sex.” Neena shook her head, pacing for a minute. “I should shoot you in the motherfucking face.”
“Then I really will be dead.” Logan replied, rolling his eyes. “If I recover, you can shoot me in the fuckin’ face, would that make you happy?”
“You know what? It would.” Neena huffed at him. “I’d be doing you a favor shooting you right now, and I’m really not in the mood to help you out.”
“Neena...” Logan pushed himself to his feet. “Calm the fuck down. I’m a fucking asshole, I fuckin’ know it.”
Neena huffed at him, but went back to gently push him onto the bed. “Good. Then fix it.” She kept her hand on his chest. She wished she could make this better, than she could fix the whole mess herself.
“I’ll tell her. Promise.” Logan nodded his head. He didn’t...entirely want to see the pain that was going to be in Vel’s eyes. The thought made his insides hurt worse. That sucking chest wound feeling.
Neena sat next to him and hugged him. “You better.” She didn’t want to be the one to tell Velma, but she would. The woman deserved to know. She took a deep breath. She didn’t want this fight to be the last thing they ever talked about. “Thomas and I are trying to have a baby. That way if the powers do come back he’ll at least have one kid that doesn’t have to worry about turning into an incubus.” If the powers did come back, after all this, Neena was going to thoroughly lose her shit.
“I hope you get that chance.” Logan looked over at her, and a faint smile passed over his face. “I think you’d make a great mom.”.
“You’re just saying that so I don’t shoot you.” Neena joked. She paused again, then took a deep breath. “You’ve been a good friend, Logan. Even before the dreams and all this bullshit I knew you were an outstanding man, and if I could go back in time and do it again, the only thing I’d change is I’d have fucked you sooner.”
“An’ more frequently,” Logan said, wanting to make sure. “Things coulda gone a little different. But I think Vel an’ Thomas would get the worse end o’that deal.”
“Nah.” Neena said, shaking her head. “Because it wouldn’t have changed what happened later, and that’s what gave us and them those chances.” She smiled at him, and a couple tears did sneak by. “Let’s face it, we’re way better for each other as friends.” And now she was losing him because of the goddamn dreams.
He patted a hand down her hair. “You’re probably right on that one, darlin’. I just wish I had more time...”
She nodded. “Has to be hard, thinking you’ll have forever then losing it.” She kissed his cheek. “But I’m not going to mope here with you for the rest of your life. Let’s talk about the good shit, the stuff worth remembering.” She handed him another beer, but didn’t take one for herself.
Logan popped it open and took a long swig. “Beatin’ the shit out of the assassin’s guild.”
Neena snorted. “Yeah, you saw her on the network, right? Place is getting full of people I wouldn’t mind shooting.” She rolled her eyes. “I am a little sad I’ve never had sex on a bed full of money here.”
“Hey, we can call that one of the things that counts from the dreams,” Logan assured her. He rolled his eyes at the Bella mention. “Maybe she’s different. For Remy’s sake I hope so.” Yuriko had turned out different but he was too smart to mention her name around Neena.
“Nah, that’s going on the bucket list.” Neena said with a laugh. She didn’t really want to talk about all the stupid bitches from the dreams that showed up, either. There was a lot more stuff to avoid talking about than there was stuff to talk about. “So, before you die, like an asshole, there anything you want to get done that you’ve got the energy for?”
“Jubilee got us this...playstation shit. Lets kick some ass.”