Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

The Bigger Fool Am I

Title: The Bigger Fool Am I
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Sabertooth/Wolverine
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #442: Resurrection
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death, Spoilers
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 16 April 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.

Logan was a fool. Creed never tired of forcefully reminding the whelp. Logan had played for years at a game he couldn't possibly win, because he wasn't willing to do what it took to win against ruthless killers like Creed himself. That's why time after time, Logan was killed and why, time after time, Creed grouched, complained, and otherwise raised Hell about his continuous resurrections. Nothing, no death, no matter how grisly, seemed to keep the man down for long. It'd came to the point where they both believed he couldn't be stopped for long, although Creed had never admitted it.

They'd both been wrong. The whelp had had his head chopped off, his guts literally torn out of his stomach, walked through Hell itself, and yet, somehow, still managed to survive. Until now. Now, long, miserable months after his latest death, the reality of what they had endured is slowly sinking into Creed. He slams his emptied beer down onto the table where they'd once met regularly away from the X-Men, the Brotherhood, and everything to do with mutants except themselves. He won't meet Logan any more here; he won't meet the whelp any more at all, not here or anywhere.

"Damn," he growls, pausing only to guzzle down another beer the frightened barkeep hands to him before throwing it into the pile with the rest of his cans. Logan's not coming back this time. He was a fool. He never gave up the fight. He never stopped trying to save people who didn't deserve him.

A lone tear trickles down Creed's grizzled face. Logan never stopped trying to save him. He didn't stop trying to kill him, but he also didn't stop trying to save him. If he had, Creed wouldn't be here now. He wouldn't be so lonely or so fucking miserable now. He wouldn't be so empty, knowing his better half isn't going to be resurrected this time.

Logan was a fool. He died a fool's miserable and lonely death, refusing to give up on others. But now, at last, Creed understands the truth: As much as Logan was a fool, he was the bigger fool, the bigger fool for always loving him, for always trying to kill him instead of be with him, for always cussing about how Logan seemed able to survive everything when Creed would now gladly give anything for just one more resurrection, and most of all, for never once having the guts it took to say, "I love you," just one damn time. Throwing his latest beer can away from him, Creed runs out the door and back to the wild, but he knows, there will be no comfort with the wolves or with any one ever again. As long as his Logan is gone, he will remain empty until some lucky punk finally puts him out of his misery. Even then, he won't get what he wants, because he knows Logan's gone to Heaven and he'll never make it there.

The End
Tags: #442, x-men: wolvy/sabes
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