Its been long enough

[ANNA D'ANCANTO]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! With everything that was happening, Anna felt it was time for the X-men to come together again. At least those who had left and were off doing their own thing. They really did need help and in the fight against Hydra and the SHRA, as well as the Sentinels that were on the horizon, what better time then now. Kitty had gone off to join the Avengers, which really had been a huge loss for the X-men, but more so for Rogue. She was losing close ties with her best friend right when she needed the woman the most. It was a mess and in order to get everyone on the same page, Anna needed to have someone else backing her at such a time. That meant, going all the way to Canada to drag Logan back to society. She knew where he was, after all Logan was her family. He wouldn't completely disappear without at least giving her co-ordinates of where he was going. He might not be communicating with her on a daily basis but at least she knew him well enough to know he hadn't moved from his last known location. Texting him and telling him to get back to the mansion would not work this time around. He had insisted he wanted to be alone to sulk, and that meant a more personal touch was needed. Getting more practice in for her newly acquired flying skills, the belle headed towards the cabin in the middle of the Yukon. It took a few hours, with some pit stops and a few crash landings before she found herself nearing the cabin. At this point, she was freezing her ass off given it was the middle of the night in the freezing north. Seeing the small bit of smoking coming out of the chimney, the belle almost cheered in triumph as she anticipated the warmth. Landing in front of the door, she shivered before reaching out and knocking on it. Shifting from foot to foot, she waited listening for any movement before knocking again. "Logan open the door ah'm freezing meh ass off." she called figuring he knew it was her. Or at least she hoped he knew from her scent. It hadn't changed really. 368 WORDS , @jameshowlett , OUTFIT table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

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"Face-off won by McDavid...sent back by Lucic...who swings it over to the short side of the rink to Larsson who takes it up the ice. He passes it back to McDavid. He shoots...".

The radio broadcast played dimly over the sound of the crackling fire, cutting in and out every few minutes as the cold winter wind did its best to slice through the thick siding of Logan's humble cabin and threaten the warmth that sought refuge within. This far North, Logan was lucky to get even bits and pieces of the broadcast, but even so he found the constant battle between static and the announcer's voice to be infuriating. Not that Logan cared about the game one way or another. Hockey was a sport he enjoyed, but not one he followed passionately. In truth, the radio broadcast was more background noise than anything, allowing Logan to focus on something other than the thoughts inside his head.

He was just about to drift into a solemn slumber before he heard a soft knocking on the door, followed by an older version of Rouge's voice demanding to be let in. Letting out a small growl, Logan stood up from beaten yellow couch he had bought in a garage sale last year, stopping only for a second to crack his stuff neck. With one hand he removed the half-burnt cigar from his mouth, and with the other, he reached down for his glass bottle of lukewarm Molson, finishing it in one swig before relighting the cigar and returning it to his lips. He set the empty bottle next to the others on the coffee table. There would be no point in hiding either his growing collection of empties nor the general mess that plagued his cabin. Rouge no doubt be a little worried if he did.

"Yeah, hold on. I'm on my way", he tried to answer back, though his voice, hoarse from days of not being used, came out more of a growl than a actual speech. He cleared his throat and repeated his words, this time loud and clear enough for her to understand. Every one of his footsteps creaked against the cold wooden floor as Logan made his way to the door. Once he arrived, he paused for a moment just to make sure it was Rouge on the other side. Taking in a deep breath, Logan easily recognized her familiar scent. He reached out and twisted the knob.

The thing greeting Rouge at the door was not a pretty sight. His beard was unshaven, and hair long and unkempt. Logan wore nothing but an old white tank top, a pair of ripped jeans, and a couple of old sneakers. His eyebrows rose in surprise when his eyes first saw Rouge. "Wow. You look...older". He tried to remember how long it had been since he'd seen her, but the years had been difficult to count since his departure from the X-men. "Come in". He stepped back, holding the door as he let her pass. After she went by, he would take a moment to briefly scan the trees behind her. She had come alone, and Logan noticed that his old pickup truck was parked alone in his yard.

"New York's a long walk away from here", he commented with a deadpan expression. Once inside, he would close the door behind them and allow her to explore a little. He didn't have anything to hide, but he didn't feel like offering her a tour either. "Want somethin' to eat?" He was pretty sure he had some beef jerky in the kitchen.


ANNA D'ANCANTO

[ANNA D'ANCANTO]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Shifting from foot to foot, Anna wondered how crazy she was thinking she could go all the way to the Yukon to get Logan back on her own. Maybe it would have been better for her to bring a car instead but she figured someone might be able to track that. At least if she flew, she was getting experience as well as making it harder for someone to track her. Still thinking like a mutant on the run, she had gone with the less trackable option and here she was, freezing her butt off in the middle of no where. The cabin she had come upon was as expected. Small but cozy. If she were not here to bring him back, the belle might insist on using the place for herself. A small get away where no one bothered you. Quite peaceful really. Knocking again, the belle was growing a bit impatient at the slow pace. He was old but that made no excuse to leave her out in the cold. When he finally did open the door, she looked at him finding herself not phased by what she was seeing. He had done this before, and it wasn't like he actually bothered cleaning himself up anymore either. He did look a bit older, but not as much as most people. She knew he was not the age he looked, and it often made her wonder how he was able to live, watching those around him dying off. "Been too long." she explained beaming at him before stepping inside. There were very few people that Anna Marie showed affection to, and Logan was one of them. It was why, once the door was closed, she threw her covered arms around him hugging him tightly. Whether or not he liked the embrace, she herself needed it and at least she knew if her powers were to go off on him, he would be okay. One of the few people who also did not seem to care about her abilities and the damage they could cause. Maybe it was because of his regenerative abilities, or simple because he did not care. Whatever the reason, Anna appreciated having at least one person in her life that wasn't flinching from her. It was a moment before she let go, and looked around the place. Unzipping her jacket, she unravelled the scarf around her neck while she stopped at the table picking up the empty bottle. "Didn't leave meh a sip." she asked shaking the empty bottle before putting it down as she walked towards the fireplace to warm up. Hearing his comment about the long walk, the belle pushed some hair behind her ear while she give him another small smile. "A lot has happened since ya left." she explained before shaking her head at the offer of food. "Something warm to drink though." she offered before walking to the ugly couch, flopping down on it while she pulled the blanket over her legs. "Ah flew here so no one could track meh." she explained watching him for a reaction. The last they had seen of each other, she had still been without her powers. That had worn off quite quickly at least for her liking. 368 WORDS , @jameshowlett , OUTFIT table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0