[Logan x Reader] Too Late -Song fic-

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Little black submarines, operator please,
Put me back on the line.
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Logan treaded wearily into the mansion. He didn't want to do anything but see his beautiful girl, [Name]. His phone battery had died long ago, so he plugged it in and used the landline to call her.

He punched in the number he knew by heart and waited. It rung twice before she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey [Name], It's Logan."

"Oh..."

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm fi- ... Actually, no. You left again. You didn't even tell me this time! Do you know how many times I tried to get a hold of you? I can't deal with that Logan!"

"[Name] It was an emergancy! I couldn't stay, I needed to go-"

"You could've told me!"

"Do you need to know?"

"If you leave for three weeks, yes!"

"You don't need to hover around me! I've got the Professer to do that!"

"I thought I was your girlfriend.This is what's supposed to happen, or at least in this century!"

"Are you callin me old?!"

"Yes. And I'm calling you a emotionless scum bag!"

"Well you're a creul witch!"

"Wh-! Good bye, Logan!"

The phone went dead. Logan stared at it in horrer at what he just did. He didn't mean to! He was tired and more cranky than usual. He wouldn't ever have said that to [Name] otherwise. Logan sighed and slumped.


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Told my girl, I'd be back. Operator please,
this is wrecking my mind
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Logan had left three weeks ago, on a report that a large, clawed, hairy man had been spotted mauling something. He figured 'Sabertooth = Rvenge' and drove away in one of Scotts cars before telling anyone. He knew he should have told her. Maybe she woud've been less angry.

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Oh, can it be, the voices calling me.
They get lost and out of time
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Scott appeared behind him. "She was really upset. She almost called a huge search party for you."

"Should've told her."

"It's too late to apologise. She hates you." Scott's words could have easily been whips.

"Will you shut up?"

"I can't. I need to remind you how many times you fail at trying to love." Scott sneers. Ever since Jean, he loved tormenting Logan about his love life.

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I should've seen it glow, but everybody knows
that a broken heart is blind.
A broken heart is blind
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Logan aprutly walks out of the room. Scott follows him to the front door, demanding to know what he's doing.

"I'm going to fix this." he replies.

"You can't! Don't you realise?" Scott cries. "You broke her heart. She hates you."

Logan winces, then throws the door open. "Your truck needs gas." He calls over his shoulder, before jogging over to his motercycle and speeding away. Logan stops in the middle of town, parking his motercycle by the curb before walking the extra blocks to [Name]'s apartment.
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Pick you up, let you down, when I wanna go
to a place I can hide
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As he walks, Logan thinks back to all the times he called her. Most was the times he had come back from wherever he'd been. Looking back, he realized that each time he called, she got more upset. She hated him leaving, she really did. But he never cared.  Logan thought about the one time he asked if she wanted to go with him. She had been really angry then, but they pushed through. What was so different now?

Logan hesitated, rethinking going to her apartment. She might not want to talk right now. He did call her a witch.

After a minute of pondering, Logan decided to come back tomorrow. Even if every step to his motercycle was harder than the last. As he rode home, his emotions waged war on eachother.  He was angry but didn't want to be, he was sad but too proud to be, he was confused but knew he shouldn't be. By the time Logan got home, he was close to punching a wall over confusion and ready to cry rivers.

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You know me, I had plans, but they just disappeared
To the back of my mind.
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Logan trudged once more into the mansion and up to his room. When he flopped on the bed, he felt something under his back. Fishing it out, he found that it was his cell phone.

He looked at the texts, all the messages that he had gotten. Some were from X-men, asking usual questions. Then there were the rest. All of them from [Name].

Logan sighed as he read some of them: 'Hey! When did you want to meet up today? I could've sworn you ment four, and I'm here, so... wanna come?'  'Hey. Are you even getting these?' 'Logan? Where are you?' 'Logan!!!!!' 'Hey! Please text me back.' 'Please.'

Logan put his face in his hands and heaved a sob before he could stop himself. He wouldn't cry. No. No. Stop. Stop crying.

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Oh can it be, the voices calling me.
They get lost and out of time.
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Logan eventually calms down. When he does, he can't get a nagging feeling out of his head to see [Name]. He needed to make this right.

He needed to find her.

Logan races back to her place, parking right in front of the condo instead of blocks away. He uses the key he had gotten from her when she told him to come over whenever he needed to. This seemed like a good time.

He bounds up the stairs, three at a time. Screw elevators.  She ived on the fourth floor. Room one. 401. Logan repeated the number in his head. 4-0-1. [Name]. 4-0-1. [Name].

He reaches the door and jams the key in. Breaks it. Throws hands in the air and decides to use his claws. So, he does and cuts the door off its hinges.

Finally, he skids to a halt in the middle of [Name]'s half-the-floor suit.

But he was too late.

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I should've seen it glow, but everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind.
A broken heart is blind
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Logan looks in every room. Bedrrom, Bathroom, Kitchen. [Name] is nowhere.

Then he finds the note.

There is a note on the coffee table infront of the television. It's in [Name]'s beautiful handwriting. Written in (f/c) ink. Of course. He almost doesn't want to read it. Nontheless, Logan picks it up and scans the paper with his grey eyes.

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Logan,

I know you are reading this. I just don't know when. I guess you want answers,
you always do. Maybe that's why you leave all the time. I dunno.  But here it is.

I left on Monday. well, depending on when you're reading this I guess it would
be the second Monday in June. I've asked Storm to look after my place, because
I might come back. But when I do, we can't be together. I want you to know how  
it feels to have someone leave you for weeks on end.  

I know you'll follow me. But for what it's worth....

Don't.
-[Name]
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Logan re-read the letter. Five times. He still couldn't believe it. He sat on the sofa and stared at the walls in shock. Logan ran a hand through his hair and looked to the side, willing himself not to break down, not yet.

He will find her.

And he will fix this.

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Treasure maps, fallen trees, operator please
Call me back when its time.
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(timeskip)


Logan had been following clues for days. In fact, the last week made Logan feel more like Sherlock than Wolverine. Now he was close. Very close.

Logan took a huge whiff of the air. He smelled lots of things but, the strongest was the trail he was following.

Presently, Logan was on a trail in a pine forest just north of the boarder in BC. He was wary about coming back into his home country, but for [Name], anything.

Logan tries calling her cell one last time, then gives a frusterated sigh when it goes straight to voicemail. Shaking his head, he stomps on through the pine needles and shoves his hands in hsi pockets.

He still had a ways to go.

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Oh can it be, the voices calling me, they
get lost and out of time.
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Logan hears something up a head. He starts going faster, and faster. It had to be her, it had to be [Name].

Logan bursts through the bushes and finds himself in a small camp. A tent is set up near a campfire and there are various pieces of equipment scattered everywhere. The only thing Logan sees, though, is the woman cooking over the fire, humming a serene song.

"[Name]!" Logan calls, overjoyed at the mere sight of her. She stiffens and seems to slump.

"I told you not to follow me." she says in a voice too small for anyone but Logan's superhearing can catch.

"I couldn't just let you-"

"What?" [Name] snaps. "Couldn't just let me what? Logan. Stop. It's too late."

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I should've seen it glow, but everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind.
A broken heart is blind
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"What?"

"Logan, this is something that can't be healed. Super regen or no." [Name] sighs and stands up. "What we had was nice. But it can't be like this anymore."

"I'll stop leaving. I'll stay here. With you." Logan pleaded. "Babe, I can't- I can't lose anyone else."

"Well you should work on that shouldn't you."

Logan was close to tears. "Please."

[Name] wraps her arms around him breifly. "I'm sorry."

Logan didn't sleep that night. Nor the next. Nor the next. But it was in September that he got the news of [Name]'s passing. Xavier said she was attacked by a bear and the nearest hospital wouldn't treat a mutant.

Logan soon gave up on love. And even Scott felt bad for him.

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A broken heart is Blind.
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