Poolverine oneshots

Wasteland, Baby

[old man (farmer) Logan and immortal Wade, post-apocalyptic]

Logan sat on his porch, sipping coffee and watching the sun rise. His hands shook, and his shoulders were slumped. He still held the shadow of a man who was once proud and unbreakable, but now his past was etched into the scars and worry lines on his face, telling a tale of a life well lived. His dog, an old basset hound named Bruiser, lay loyally at his feet, panting quietly. He lived far from the world now, hiding from the people that used to count on him, now a shell of his former self. As the sun finally finished its trip into the sky, he squinted as an old Cadillac drove up the road, stopping in front of his farm house.

A man got out, his face covered by a hoodie. The man stood and walked towards his cabin. Logan stood, Bruiser stopped panting, perking up.

"Stay here ol' boy, I've got this," he assured the dog, who whined softly.

"Who are ya? Your trespassing son," he warned.

"Is that a way to greet an old friend?" The man laughed, removing his hood. Logan was met with a familiar, scarred face and bright blue eyes.

"Wade?" He let out a hearty chuckle, walking over to him.
"You had me worried there for a moment my dear friend," they hugged, and Logan patted Wade's back.

***

"So, where has time taken you?" They sat together at Logan's kitchen table over coffee, reminiscing.

"Here and there, I've been working up on a farm in Minnesota, but thought I ought to pay you a visit. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Wade sipped his drink.

"Too long I'll say. It gets awfully lonely here, only the cattle and the birds to talk to," Logan shook his head.

"The world's gone to hell, it's mostly farmers and travelers now, the humans have almost nearly wiped themselves out." Wade chuckled with amusement. "Did you ever marry? Any youngins?" The scarred man asked.

"No, never found the one. And kids never appealed to
me, always sticky and needin' somethin' from ya, too much hassle." Logan explained. "What about you?"

"I married for a while, settled down. But uh, she died, when the fighting started among the humans. I still miss that woman sometimes. No kids, but we wanted some," Wade sighs as he thinks about his late wife, Vanessa.
"Anyway, that was a long time ago now, I'm glad to see you again, Logan."

The Wolverine nodded, setting his mug down.

"Must you keep movin' on? I have a spare room if you wanna  stay the night," Logan offered.

After a moment of consideration, Wade nodded.

"I suppose I could spare one night," he grinned.

>>6 years later<<

Wade opened his eyes, warm sunlight against his skin as he rolled over, his arm draped over his lover's waist.

"Good morning my darlin'," Logan mumbled, cupping Wade's face and kissing him softly.

"Morning kitty," Wade mumbled against the kiss.

"I've got to check on the cows," Logan groaned as he sat up.

"Stay sleeping love, I've got it," Wade assured him, knowing how hard it had become for Logan to get up in the morning. He was slowing down, they both were. Time was creeping up to them, ever so slowly.

"Thank you," Logan laid back down, smiling gratefully at his lover. Wade got up and dressed quickly and made his way out to the barn. As he checked up on the cows, he hummed softly to himself, thinking about how grateful he was to have a home, and someone that loved him, just as he loved him. He finished with the cows, and was about to leave when he heard little squeaky noises. He peeked around the corner and saw a mother cat and her kittens, looking ginger and cold. He smiled, bending down and scooping up the kittens in his jacket.

"Come along little one, there's food inside,"

The mother cat followed at his heels. She trusted him, following him into the farm house. He got a basket and a blanket, placing the kitten's by the fire, the mother cat purring affectionately as he put down a bowl of milk for her, stroking her fur gently. Logan came into the living room, seeing the cat and the kittens, smiling warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Eggs for breakfast?" Wade asked, pecking his lover on the cheek.

"Yes, that would be lovely." Logan sat at the island, and the cat made a little murp noise, jumping into his lap. He chuckled deeply, petting her as she settled on him.

"You know, you can leave whenever you want," Logan teased, watching Wade cook.

"I could, but then who would care for you?" He smiled warmly.

"How did I ever get by without you sweetheart?" The old man laughed.