Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-12 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, logan howlett (wolverine) |
That’s the target. Need to confirm they’re doing something bad.
Who: Logan and Alyssa
What: Late night buttkicking
Where: A warehouse
When: 1/12
status: complete
rating: PG-13 for blood, violence and human trafficking
There was something Logan wasn’t telling either Alyssa or River. But he’d been looking around for a new place. Something a little bigger. It wasn’t long term planning (not really), but he figured maybe Laura would like to move in with him, and there would be room for the ladies to crash if they wanted. permanently.
He was on his way back from checking one place out when he took a detour to pay a visit to Alyssa. He idled the engine, then got off the bike and headed up to the door.
Alyssa had been studying, curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a textbook. Sure, school was out for the holidays for another day or so, but she always liked being ahead. It gave her a bit more freedom with her free time, and just in case the world exploded or there were mutant bears running around eating people, she could help out.
What, it could happen.
When she heard the doorbell ring, she stood up to answer it, stretching a bit, glad that the men’s shirt she wore covered her bum and legs. It was her Sunday, she could do what she wanted. Opening the door wide, she beamed when she saw it was Logan. “Hello, cowboy. What brings you out here?”
Mutant demon bears were a possibility pray the New Mutants never showed up. Though Logan wouldn’t mind seeing Dani. He grinned down at her (hey he’d enjoy being taller for once), fully checking her out. “Was in the neighborhood, wanted to see if you wanted to go for a ride.” A pause. “Bring a weapon.”
Alyssa smiled up at him and nodded. “I’d love to go for a ride and stab things with you. Come on in, I’ll have to get dressed.” She smiled when Flower came out to see Logan, meowing his low pitched, disgruntled sounding mew. “Flower, say hullo to Logan.”
Moving to her bedroom (formally her mother’s bedroom), Alyssa moved to the closet to pick out a dress. She didn’t own many pairs of trousers, but she was careful to put on a pair of boyshort panties so that she wouldn’t flash any poor little old ladies. Grinning at him, she nodded at the nightstand. “M’bow’s in there. Will you fill it with water from the bathroom sink for me?”
Logan patted the cat’s head, then stuck his hands in his pockets as Alyssa went to change. He nodded, moving to fill the bow up. “Don’t tell some people you use bath water for holy water.” It was an amusing thought for him.
She called back out after him. “It’s only bathwater until it goes into my bow, then it’s holy water. So there.” Alyssa toed on her favourite pair of high heels and then went into the bathroom where Logan was. Before she put on makeup, she tiptoed up to kiss him. “Where are we going, anyway? Or is this another one of your surprises?”
“Same difference.” Logan kissed her back, hand lingering on her backside. “Warehouse district. A little pussy cat thinks there might be some kinda trafficking shit going down we probably wanna stop.” Kitty had wanted to come along, but she had another lead she wanted to trace.
Alyssa smiled up at him. “And how is Kitty? Did she read you the riot act yet?” Her hands reached up to lace around the back of his neck, her fingernails lightly dancing over his scalp. Sometimes even Logan needed scritching.
“Not yet.” He hadn't even told her about the River thing either. Just Alyssa. But then he didn't know she knew. It was only a matter of time before he got an earful.
Logan groaned, leaning into the touch.
“She’ll probably yell at me more. I do get an awful amount of flak for dating you.” Tiptoeing up, she nipped him sharply on the jawline. “You’re lucky I love you, Logan.” Between her ex and his posse hating her, she always got the ‘be careful’ speech from anyone when they found out she was dating someone older. So it amused her greatly when she was around Logan; things always felt so equal. If anything, sometimes he allowed her to be the dominant one, which was a bit of a turn-on for her.
He threaded an arm around her, holding her close. “I wouldn’t be very lucky if you didn’t.” It sounded simple on the surface, but there were layers of hidden meaning underneath his words that he didn’t entirely know about himself.
“I should’ve just been honest with myself sooner. I’m horrible,” she murmured. Guilt about the boys she’d left behind while trying to deny how she felt about Logan would probably never go away, but she was trying to live with it. She and Logan both had their ghosts, hers just tended to be less metaphorical most of the time. But instead of letting her thoughts go down toward sadness, she visibly shook herself. “So. What’s the plan?”
“Maybe it happened the way we both needed it too.” Logan didn’t care about those others. He cared about Alyssa, and he genuinely felt she’d needed that life experience. And putting a few years on her certainly alleviated some guilt he’d felt, which wasn’t a bad thing. To him anyway.
He took another kiss, because he could. “March in and tear the place up. Should probably scout it out first though.”
“Scouting is usually a good plan,” Alyssa agreed. She smiled at him and then giggled. “They’re going to probably shit themselves, though. Tiny girl with a flaming sword and the bloody Wolverine. Not a good day to be a bad guy, I reckon.”
Logan smirked, then sat on the bike. “That part is always the best part. Smells terrible, but still a good part. Did Laura tell you she took my name?” He restarted the bike and rumbled the engine.
Alyssa beamed as she wrapped her arms around Logan. “No, but that’s brilliant. She loves you, you know.” They’d had a really nice Christmas, and Alyssa had been pleased to be part of it.
“Even got the costume from the dreams. She looks good in it. Figure there’s enough room for two Wolverine’s, as long as she’s doin’ it for herself.” His grin shifted to a smile. “I’m glad she was there. She deserved that.”
Alyssa smiled and closed her eyes. “Wolverines, the heroes, not the adorable monsters, are wonderful people. They just don’t know it.” Which was why Alyssa was there to biff them gently upside the head every so often.
Well, Logan would consider himself an adorable monster at times. He smirked to himself as he drove them off, towards the ocean and the dock warehouse where they were going to start kicking a whole lot of butt.
It was downright romantic, the drive, and Alyssa curled up so that she had her head resting on Logan’s back, eyes closed, smelling the combination of leather, beer, and cigar, that could only be him.
He loved this part. The only sound the motorcycle, Alyssa warm and relaxed against his back. Just them, the world around feeling distant and unimportant. He knew she felt safe, even if she was more than capable of kicking ass for her own self.
He cut the engine a block away from the warehouse and coasted the rest of the way. Logan pointed towards the warehouse. “That’s the target. Need to confirm they’re doing something bad.”
“Well, I wore a short skirt. I’m sure if I saunter in all lost-like, they’ll try to do something awful to me, yeah?” She handed Logan the vial of holy water that looked more like a statuette of an angel than a bow. “Hold onto that for me, I’ll grab it when I need it. If not, I can just use m’sword.” He’d seen her use it once, he knew she’d be fine.
“I love your fuckin’ skirts,” Logan grunted. He put the vial into a button up front pocket on his leather jacket, and got off the bike. “Okay, go do your thing. Signal with an arrow. I’ll sneak ‘round back.”
Alyssa smiled before unbuttoning the pocket on his jacket. “Don’t want to rip it.” Her hair was already tousled from being in the wind, and she hiked her skirt up a teeny bit before ambling into the warehouse. She saw a guy in jeans and a dirty denim top (could’ve been blood, could’ve been dirt).
“Um, excuse me,” she murmured, putting on her best Valley Girl accent. “Do you know where Sepulveda Boulevard is?” Her fingers went to the ends of her hair, toying with it as if she was nervous.
“The fuck - who the fuck ordered a stripper? We’re working!” The man’s voice was gruff, and Alyssa heard two other men walking up from behind her. From the guns in their hand, she was guessing they weren’t going to be nice guys. As she backed away, looking scared, her right hand extended. With a crash through a window, the sacred vial of water appeared in her hand, immediately turning into a shortbow made of light. Within seconds, she knocked an arrow of light, shooting it through the ceiling before turning to repeat the process into one of the grunts’ heads.
Fuck but she turned him on when she did shit like that. Logan burst in through a back window, claws extended. He kicked a man in the face, sliced a gun into four parts and then throw a third guy through another window. There were storage containers, the kind that went onto ships. He stalked over to one and sliced the lock, then pulled it open. His expression darkened.
He called out to Alyssa as he helped several women out of the container. “I’m callin’ the cops, lets leave ‘em all wrapped up nice an’ pretty.”
Logan guided the women out through the back. “Police’ll be here soon, they’ll take care of you all right?”
“That’s our property!”
Logan grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him into the wall. “You’re lucky I don’t take it out of your hide.”
Alyssa blinked as she watched the women leave, then glared at the man that spoke. Sure, Logan was dealing with him, but what about the other lockers? Floating off of the ground for a moment, she put a hand to her chest and pulled. A sword of fire appeared to emerge from her chest, and as soon as she held it fully in hand, she stalked over to the other crates. Holy fire worked well on metal, and soon she was calming down all of the scared girls. Once they were calm and safe, she dialed 911 on her phone, giving them the address and the fact that there were a lot of crying women and men with guns before hanging up. Having that fakey accent came in handy.
She moved back to Logan and put her sword close to the kidnapper’s ear, near enough to feel the volcanic heat. “You realize you’re going to go straight to hell when you die, yeah?”
The man started to sweat, staring wide eyed at the woman. Logan let Alyssa threaten him a moment longer, then said. “Just so you know, this ain’t a bad cop good cop situation. It’s bad cop an’ worse cop an’ if you don’t tell us your delivery schedule an’ locations of other warehouses you’re gonna be in for a real bad time.”
Humming, Alyssa let the sword slip down in the air until it was near the man’s groin. “You wouldn’t even have to go to hospital, the wound would cauterize right away.”
Logan trailed a claw down his cheek. “Mine won’t.”
The man, terrified and pissing himself, looked between them. “In...in the office. There’s a safe.”
Alyssa smiled and let the sword rest on her shoulder. It made her hair look even more red, her skin look even more pale. “I’m going to go look at it. Care to come with me? You can show me where it is, I’m sure it’s not in plain sight.”
The man nodded. “Y..yea okay it’s this way.”
Logan glanced at Alyssa, grinning. “Turns me on when you get like this.” But there were other things they needed to do first.
She couldn’t help but grin back, sword in one hand and bow in the other. “Well, if there’s ever demons about, you can come with me to hunt them. You’d be helpful as a distraction.”
“Hey, I’ve killed demons before. That’s fun. No guilt.” Logan followed the man and Alyssa through the warehouse and up to the office. “Where’s the safe.”
“I don’t have the code.”
“Don’t matter. We’ll still get in.”
The man moved a painting, and Alyssa smiled. “Hmm, that’s almost cute how obvious it was. Thank you all the same.” She took her sword and plunged it into the front of the safe, just enough to melt off a square of the iron so she could look inside.
“Why am I here again?” Logan sheathed his claws. He could have cut the locking mechanism to open the door, but hey, if Alyssa was having fun…? “We should take pictures of that shit, then make sure no one can destroy it before the police get it.” Even if they’d go and be three steps ahead of the police, a pile of unconscious bodies in their wake.
Alyssa nodded, removing her mobile from her pocket. “Smart of you. And you’re here to be handsome, obviously.” She winked at him as she took photos of the information.
Logan slammed the man’s head into the wall and let him drop. “I hate this shit.” Police investigations would take too long, and by the time they got there half of those women would be spread out to god know’s where. Many things piss off the Wolverine. Treating women like objects was near the top of the list.
“What makes you think we’re going to wait for the police, silly man?” She started to walk back toward his bike, beaming. “Next shipment’s tomorrow, we still have time to bother them and make it to the beach for strategic shaggery purposes, yeah?”
Logan grinned at her, then followed. He slipped an arm around her, and squeezed once. “think those girls will be okay?”
Alyssa nodded. “Oh yes. Spines of steel, them. And the police will be here soon enough.” She moved to sit down on the bike, waiting for Logan to follow suit.
Logan sat, starting up the engine. “All right, darlin’. One more time to play the hero, then we can get sand in uncomfortable places.”