#caloganweek

AU Where Caliban escapes with the others instead of being captured. Set when they meet the family with the horses. "That's Laura, my daughter" Unsurprisingly Laura did nothing but continue to stare blankly at the horses, although Logan swore he felt the corners of her lips curl into a smile when he called her his daughter. "That's my Dad, Chuck" Logan pointed to where Charles was seated in the back of the car who gave a small nod in response. "And this is Cal my-" Logan faltered slightly as he tried to think of a reasonable explanation to why he'd be traveling with them. "-husband" he was surprised at the word that came from his mouth, but it was too late now to rectify it. All he had to do now was hope this family weren't homophobic. Or maybe it would have been better if they were, then they would have an excuse to get on there way so they weren't caught by Pierce. But they just smiled and invited them to stay the night and Charles answered yes before he could refuse. He returned to the car in a huff, finding Caliban smiling next to him as he slammed the door shut. "Husband?" The mutant asked. Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and made a big deal out of getting the car started before answering. "Hey I was under pressure! It was the first thing that came into my head!" "You could have said I was your brother" Caliban said with a teasing tone. He heard Charles and Laura giggle from the back. He sent them a glare before focusing extremely closely on the road so he wouldn't have to look Caliban in the face. "We look nothing alike!" He knew it was a weak answer. He could have easily said that Caliban was albino. "You could have explained that I was an albino" He heard Charles chuckle behind him and for the millionth time in his life cursed his mind reading abilities. "Whatever." Logan growled with the dignity of a teenage girl.

Wrote this when the movie first came out but reposting for day 1 of Calogan week

"I'm sorry about-" Logan apologised, motioning to the small meal on the table that was mostly burnt ash "-this" "It's fine, after seeing your skills in home economics I was hardly expecting you to be the next Jamie Oliver." "Who?" "He's a British chief. Anyways I'm just glad we're finally having our first date." Caliban said kindly as he took a seat at the table. Since both of them attended boarding school in the middle of nowhere, going on dates was nearly impossible. For starters neither of them had a vehicle since Logan had his motorbike privileges taken away after it was discovered he was taking part in street races. And on top of that he had detention most day as well. But this weekend Charles was away on a teachers conference so the pair had his own private house, that was separate from the school, all to themselves. "It's a good thing your Dad's away" Caliban said as he attempted to eat what was once food. "He's not my Dad" Logan replied stabbing his food with his knife. "Foster Dad then" Caliban said rolling his eyes at his boyfriends apparent lack of acknowledgement hat he had a family, something he'd grown very familiar with. Before Logan could argue some more, a loud knock was heard on the front door. "It's probably one of the kids" Logan dismissed and they continued to eat their dinner when the door was knocked again, even louder this time. Caliban gave Logan a look who growled resignedly and went to answer the door. "Listen kid, the professor's out so-" "Hello Logan" He stared speechless at the young Latina girl in front of him. "Gabriella?" He asked eventually in confusement. He hadn't seen her in over a year. They'd dated for a while back before he was re-fostered. They'd split up about month or two before he'd left and hasn't spoken since. In short he had no idea what she was doing here. "Who is it?" Caliban asked coming into the hallway. Her eyes momentarily widened in shock at his appearance and Logan found himself stood protectively in front of him and growling slightly at her in warning. "I'm Gabriella, his ex-girlfriend" "Well I'm Caliban and I'm his current boyfriend." A look of surprise swept across her face but then she just shock her head in a dismissive acceptance which he was grateful for as he hadn't exactly known he was bisexual back when they'd originally dated. "What are you doing here ? And how did you find me?" "Your school is on your Facebook" she replied. "I told you to put your settings on private" Logan glared at Caliban before turning back to Gabriella. "That doesn't explain what you're doing here" "No-" she grabbed a basket on the floor behind her. "But she does" He looked down into the basket to see a small baby buried a rainbow covered blanket. "What the hell is this?" He yelled despite already knowing the answer. "Your daughter" "No. No she's not" he said in denial, pushing the basket away. "Yes she is." "No she's not!" "LOOK AT HER LOGAN!" She grabbed him and pulled him towards the baby. "Look into her eyes and tell me she isn't yours!" Reluctantly he glanced down at child that glanced back at him with identical curious brown eyes. The look she gave him was impossible to describe. It was as if she somehow knew that the boy she was looking up at was her father and was begging him for love yet at the same time was suspicious of him like a stranger. "My family keep trying to take her away from me. Everyday I'm asked 'When are you going to give her away?' I'm terrified I'm going to wake up one morning to find her gone, my family having dumped her in an orphanage where she has no family, no love and is forced from place to place by people who don't care till she-" the unspoken words 'turns out like you' were left floating in the air between them "I needed to take her someplace safe. "I won't let that happen. I love her. You may not love her, but she is your child. Please! I beg you to look after her! To keep her safe!" Logan backs away in shock "No I-" "Yes you can! You have so much love to give. I know that you're afraid of hurting the ones closest to you but I also know that you will do anything to protect them. I loved you Logan and I'm trusting you now." Speechless he gingerly took the basket from her and when she let go he could feel the weight the baby giving him a new sense of gravity. He looked up at Gabriella who had watched him take her with watery eyes. "Thank you." She breathed and took a folded envelope out of her pocket. "Take this." He took it from her and peered inside to find rolls of cash. He shock his head and gave it back to her. "Keep it. You're going to need something to pay for your fuel back to Mexico." She smiled gratefully as she took the money back and leaned down to give the baby a loving kiss on the forehead. "Adiós cariño." Close to tears she quickly headed back to her car before turning to look back one last time. "Her name is Laura." She said. And with that she drove away. Logan continued to stare after her long after her car became a speck in the distance until Caliban finally startled him out of his trance. "Well that was an eventful first date."

“He dreams about you, you know” The once powerful mutant said from his rusted bed as Logan silently prepared his pills. “Who does Charles?” Logan grunted despite knowing full well who Charles was taking about as he handed his former mentor the glass containing his diluted medication. “We both know it’s Caliban Logan there’s no use in trying to hide it. Or did you forget that I can read minds?"Charles said with a smirk "And you call me a senile old fool.” “You’re crazy. Drink your damn pills” Logan snarled pointedly refusing to meet the professor’s eye. Charles downed his drink after he mumbled a quiet “I’m not crazy” and promptly broke into a serious of coughing fits. Logan swore as he rubbed his back then once the fits stopped he moved him onto his side as the medication set in making him gaze around drowsy. “He….. he dreamt about you last night. I… I remember, I remember.” Charles said as his eyes started to loose focus “You were on a b-boat together, you made him a stupidly big hat so that he wouldn’t get burnt!” Logan heard the old man chuckle to himself as he headed towards the door. He’d suspected that Caliban’s feelings for him were more than platonic for a while now but despite all his macho facade he’d never felt man enough to confront him about it. Dealing with all of this emotional crap had never been his strong point. His hand had half turned the handle when he heard Charles call out in a voice that displayed a sense of authority and importance that was rarely heard these days. “That’s not my favourite dream of his though. My favourite is the one where you’re laying together under the stars protected from the suns harsh rays besides a warm campfire in a place far away from here…..” Logan remained still as the proffesors words drifted off until the only sound was that of sleep laboured breathing. Silently Logan closed the heavy doors before crossing the strip of twilight desert back to the half rotted shack that he’d learnt to call home. His mind began to become lost in thought as all of his conflicting emotions regarding the albino mutant started fighting in his head. Subconsciously he found himself in the kitchen/lab where Caliban was working. A vision flashed over his eyes where an older more weathered Caliban was fixing dinner for in a secluded cottage where a similarly older version of him fixed a small table for two ready for dinner. “Logan?” Said a concerned Caliban, startling him out of his trance. “Are you right?” He asked in his familiar British accent. Realising that he’d been staring Logan coughed before looking awkwardly at the floor. “Yeah… I ….. er” he lifted his head up to see that he was still giving him a look of confusion and concern. “I just….. you know that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me and Charles. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” “What did you do?” Caliban deadpanned. “Nothing!” Logan stuttered trying not to be offended “I just ….. hope you realise that” Caliban gave him one last suffering look before shaking his head dismissing his weird behaviour and walking over to him with a cup of tea in hand. “Here” he said holding out the cup. “Thanks” Logan replied, bringing the cup up to his lips when an idea struck him. “Hey I er think it’s dark out by now…… do you maybe want to sit outside or something?” The albino mutant’s apparent suspicion did nothing to hide the light blush that was forming on his cheeks. “Yeah ok” he answered shyly. “Great!” He exclaimed in a voice he was sure came across as too keen and awkward. The pair sat outside in the dusty drive for the rest of the night in a mixture of swapped tales, comfortable silence and passing around a bottle of bear. And as the night gave way to dawn Logan made sure to carry the other mutant, who had at some point fallen asleep on his shoulder, back to his room before the first rays of sun could hit his face. A week later Logan would stand in this very spot asking Caliban to dispose of a body for him unaware that he would never be able to spend a night like that with him again and that his vision would never become true.