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Title: Eighteen
Questions, Take Four
Author:
Terri
Email: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating:
PG
Summary:
Sequel to Eighteen Pieces of Mail and One Photograph. Logan and Rogue have
a little pillow talk.
Series:
Eighteen #17
Disclaimer:
Neither one of them belong to me. Surprising given how much time I spend with
them, isn't it? Moonbeam's mine, though.
Archive:
Ask, and ye shall receive.
Feedback:
Please! With a cherry on top?
Author's
Notes: This is just a little interlude, really.....
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"I think
we should go. There's nothing they can do for me here, and I don't like staying
here. Neither do you."
"Well, OK,
but where to, darlin'?"
"What about
back to the cabin?"
"I'm not
opposed to that, it's a nice spot. I don't think Mystique or anybody knows
about it. But - what are we gonna do for money? I don't like the idea of
leavin' ya there for days at a time while I go fight."
"Wait, you're
thinking of going back to fighting?"
"I dunno.
Can make a shitload of money that way."
"Yeah, but
you get hurt doing it."
"No I don't,
I heal."
"But it
hurts when you get hit."
"They don't
get too many good shots in, don't worry."
"Logan, I
just don't like the idea of you doing it. What about painting? I can paint
and sell them, through the gallery here, and with Moonbeam in Sedona. She
said she'll be happy to have more of my work. Heck, she asked for more."
"Are you
sayin' that you're gonna be the one supportin' us?"
"Is there
something wrong with that?"
"Hell yeah.
I'm the man."
"So?"
"So I'm
the one who should be supportin' us, I'm the one who should be bringin' in
money."
"Oh, come
on, what does it really matter? We're a team. And it won't be forever. I
mean, at some point, we'll do something different."
"It matters
to me, darlin'. I like to pull my own weight."
"You will
- you're going to have to hunt and cook, remember?"
"Yeah, but
that's not the same."
"Look, how
much have we got now?"
"About three
thousand, including that check from what's-her-name."
"Moonbeam.
OK, well, that's enough for a while. We can grab some more supplies and still
have some left over."
"We're gonna
need a new car soon. That Cherokee is on it's last legs."
"Yeah. Well,
if we can get it to live through the summer, we can probably have enough
for another one by fall or so."
"I can fight
once in a while. Ain't gonna hurt nothin'."
"Logan -
"
"Look, baby,
I've been doin' this for as long as I can remember. I ain't gotten hurt so
bad it ever made me quit. It's fine."
"If I can
think of another way for you to make money, would you do it?"
"Honey,
I ain't a man of many talents. Beatin' the shit outta people is just about
it."
"That's
not true. You have a lot of talents."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You
can fix just about anything. You're good at building things. You're a really
good cook - there you go, maybe you could be a chef."
"You're
kiddin', right?"
"Well, about
the chef part maybe, but not the rest."
"Hmm. Maybe....."
"Oooh! I've
got an idea. You like to build stuff with wood - you built that table for
the cabin from scratch and it turned out really nice. What about doing that
- making furniture or things out of wood and selling them? We could see if
they'd take some things at the general store in Baker's Pass. They might,
they had stuff there for sale like that."
"Maybe....."
"What?"
"Maybe the
truth is I'd miss the fights, every once in a while. You know, when there's
nothin' at stake but money, it's kinda fun."
"What am
I gonna do with you?"
"I know,
I know. It ain't a sign of mental health."
"I didn't
mean that. There's not a thing wrong with you that I can tell, sugar."
"You're
biased."
"Maybe.
But I'm also right."
"Aren't
you always?"
"I'm glad
you're catching on to that, sugar. Let's talk to the Professor tomorrow.
We can get moving by the end of the week."
"Sounds
good to me, darlin'. Now, come on over here."
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