Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-20 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), velma kelly |
Don’t do anything epically stupid.
Who: Logan and Vel
What: Goodbyes and plans
When: During the Mewtwo log
Where: Logan’s place
status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Logan burst into the bedroom and stripped down, pulling out his X-force suit and then street clothing over it. “Vel?” His tone was gruff, and angry.
Velma had been half asleep, but Logan’s entrances had a way of waking up a girl. “Mmph?” She peered at him through sleep-drunk eyes before trying to focus. “What’s going on?”
“The same bitch grabbed Jubilee. She means to get me an’ Laura out, an she’s gonna get her wish.” He stuffed his mask in his pocket and fixed Vel with a knowing look. “I need you to keep you an’ Eli safe. I know she’ll wanna protect you, but she needs protectin’ too.”
She was wide awake now. “The same bitch as who?” Velma hadn’t gotten all the info. “And you know between me and Eli we’ll be all right. Hell, the dog, too.” She did wish the house was done - they said as early as next week it would be - but still. She’d make do with no panic room.
“The one who shot Emma and Jubilee the last time,” Logan said, picking out a few knives and sticking them in his belt.
“Shit.” The one she’d unwittingly gone up against. She wanted to be with him - bad, so bad she could feel it in her throat - but the decision to stand aside was easy this time. Velma wet her lips. “I don’t have to tell you to be careful, but I fucking will.”
Logan looked at her a moment, then walked over and cupped her cheek, kissing her. “It’ll be okay. We gotta do this or they’ll hound us until they hurt someone else. If we’re gone longer than 48 hours, I need you to tell Summers. Rather keep him out of this, but I ain’t stupid.”
Fuck, this was serious. "If you leave me to be a single mom I'll save your balls as a souvenir of your funeral." It was her way of saying she understood, that it was okay. "I'll bring the cavalry if you need it."
He smiled at her, and though he knew she understood, he also knew she needed to hear it. “Love you. I’ll try to be back in time for dinner.”
“I’ll grill if you are.” Velma knew he wouldn’t be, barring a miracle - these fuckers were smart - but still. She went over and kissed him back, managing a faint smile. “I love you too. Don’t do anything epically stupid.”
“Define epically stupid.”
“Getting someone with no healing factor killed. Or hurting yourself in a way that can’t be fixed. Or anything that will lead to you being kidnapped and tortured, because that does tend to end bad.” She kept her tone light. She had to.
“Understood.” He kissed her again. “I’ll see you soon. Promise.”
“Better, asshole.” Velma kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly before letting him go. She knew one of the reasons their relationship worked as well as it did was because she let him go, so to speak; she couldn’t control him, and didn’t try. She just quietly prayed he’d always come home.