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Witchy Woman OR Save a Broom - Ride a Witch	By : WolverMean Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Rainy Days and Mondays (Always Get Me Down)

Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
- Rainy Days & Mondays by The Carpenters

August sat at her desk pouring over an old spell book, typing the translation into her laptop when Monday strolled in and leapt up. He circled three times before he curled up on the open book.
“Monday,” she sighed, tapping the edge of the tome.
“Stop working,” the cat replied, blinking his yellow eyes at her. “I know what you are doing; you think by pretending that you are too busy, it will make me forget.”
August leaned backing her chair. “Fine,” she said. “Addanc’s going to submit his name soon.”
The cat licked a paw and swiped it over his ear. “He thinks you owe him,” he said. “Do not let him bully you.”
She let out a sarcastic laugh. “I paid my debt to that waterlogged fish years ago,” she said. “If he thinks I owe him anything else, he’s a fool.”
Monday stood and stretched, his tail high in the air. “He is a fool—a fool for you.”
August picked the cat up and got to her feet. He twisted from her grip, gracefully landing on all fours. “I gave Addanc what he wanted. That should have been enough.”
“It never is with men,” Monday said, winking a yellow eye at her.
She swiped at him playfully with her foot and he nimbly leapt out of the way. “You should know, you horny old tomcat!” August laughed.
He came back to her and sat firmly on her foot. “This is a very serious matter, August. Please do not take it lightly.”
She rolled her eyes and picked him up again, pressing a kiss to his furry head. “I am taking it seriously, I promise. I just don’t like it.”
He jumped to the floor and turned his head to look at her. “We do not have to like it, beloved, but if you wish to remain here, you must have a consort. I am not meant for this world anymore, August.”
“You used to be,” she said quietly, her heart aching.
“Yes, well, times change and so doth go magic,” Monday said. “Get some rest. A clear head can do wonders.”
With the flick of his tail, he left the room, leaving August alone and hurt.
“’So doth go magic’. Ugh,” she mimicked Monday’s voice as she made a face.
The cat poked his head around the doorjamb. “Your impression of me has never been amusing, dear one, but it is getting better.”
He trotted away again and she sighed, throwing herself onto her cavernously empty bed.
Sometimes magic sucked.

Logan felt oddly refreshed as he walked to SpellBound, a two four of Molson in his hand and a purple party blower tucked in his pocket.
The few hours of shut-eye he managed to grab had been deep and dreamless, the kind he liked. Maybe putting some distance between him and the school had been a better idea than he’d originally thought. If he was feeling this good after only one night, he wondered what he’d be like after a few weeks.
It had snowed while Logan had been asleep, cloaking the world in white. He always enjoyed the first snowfall of the season; it was always beautiful to see everything covered in something pristine and wondrous and it also meant that Mother Nature had made up her mind and decided to move forward with the seasons. No more of that ambiguous ‘is it autumn or winter’ bullshit.
The sidewalk outside of the shop was already shovelled and Logan couldn’t help wondering who had done it. He couldn’t picture fussy Louis or cocky Addanc lowering themselves to do such a menial, sweat inducing task. He pictured August wrapped cosily in a scarf and parka, colourful mitts on her hands as she took on the flakes that piled up in front of the door.
He found himself getting oddly aroused. Maybe it was because he was Canadian, but an attractive woman in soft, warm winter gear always got him a little hot under the collar. He liked to spend some time wondering what those snug, heavy layers were hiding. Call it a crazy fantasy or a fetish—he didn’t care.
The bell to the shop dinged as Logan pushed his way in. Penelope was there suddenly, twining around his ankles, her purr loud and unrelenting.
“Heya, cat,” he said gruffly. She trilled a welcome, dancing around him as he made his way to the counter.
He didn’t have much experience with animals as pets; Logan was a predator and dogs and cats recognised him as such. They would often go out of their way to hide from him.
Penelope showed no fear as she leapt up onto the counter and began rubbing herself insistently against his chest. It was feasible she wasn’t afraid because she was really a demon, but Logan wasn’t one to make assumptions … most of the time. He would still swear that Penelope was flirting with him and to be honest, he didn’t know how he felt about that.
“Wow, Pen must really like you,” August was smiling as she came out from the backroom. “She’s not normally into men with dark hair; blondes are more her poison.”
Penelope sat and batted her eyelashes at him, her tail curling around his wrist. For some strange reason, Victor Creed popped into his mind.
“Heh,” he chuckled. “Then I’ve got someone she could meet; he’d be right up her alley. And personally, I’m partial to redheads myself.”
August raised her eyebrows. “Hear that, Pen? Logan’s got a man in mind for you.”
The cat turned and jumped down behind the counter. There was a puff of smoke and a stunningly gorgeous woman appeared. She was tall and statuesque, sporting black hair with a white stripe down the centre. Her lips were plump, painted a fire engine red that kept Logan’s attention on her face that was blessed with high, knife sharp cheekbones and a perfect nose.
She leaned over, exposing an impressive amount of cleavage. “As long as he’s half as gorgeous as you, handsome,” she purred, her red painted fingernails scratching gently over the back of his hand, “I’d be more than interested.”
“Okay, tone it down, Pen,” August said. “I’ll be at home if you need me, but Louis is asleep in the back in case it gets busy.”
Penelope smiled and winked at Logan. “I don’t think it’s you I’ll be needing, Gus.”
A loud whistle pierced his concentration and he whipped his head away from the cat/woman towards the sound. August was smiling, lowering two fingers from her mouth. She jerked her heads towards the door.
“C’mon, handsome,” she teased. “We got a game to watch, huh?”

The coffee table was a mess of empty beer cans, sauce-stained napkins, chicken bones bare of meat, and nacho detritus, but neither Logan or August seemed to care as the hockey game went on.
“Are you crazy?” Logan demanded, gesturing a hand to the TV screen. “McDavid was totally in the crease!”
“No way!” August had her arms crossed over her chest and was shaking her head intensely. “”They’re gonna look at it and see it was legit.”
“The refs are blind,” he huffed. “McDavid was in the crease and you’re gonna have to deal with it, darlin’.”
“You’re just being pissy because the Flames are behind by two.”
The whistle blew and the players relaxed, skating around aimlessly as the referees consulted with each other. The pair then skated to the booth, bending down to talk with the man there. The announcer pattered on until he knew what was going on: the referees were going to review the goal to see if it counted.
“I am not being pissy,” Logan harrumphed.
August got up and joined him in front of the TV. She raised her eyebrow and turned her concentration to the screen. Logan was enjoying himself. He hadn’t been sure how this whole thing was going to go and it seemed a bit intimate that he was in her home, eating her food and watching her TV.
He’d been surprised when they’d left SpellBound only to walk to the next building—an old brownstone attached to the store. It was cosy, decorated with the same overstuffed furniture that was spotted around the shop. The colours of the interior were warm, soft colours like butter yellows and soft greens and blues. It was comfortable and Logan found himself relaxing quite easily, especially in August’s presence. She seemed like someone he’d known for a few years and conversation flowed without any awkward pauses.
Monday the cat was around, occasionally strolling into the room to check out the action or to snag a chicken wing from August. He was a fairly laid back cat (daemon?), but it unnerved Logan the way Monday would stare at him, like he was judging his soul and character. It almost felt like a dad was popping in occasionally to check in on his daughter’s date.
The slow motion replay of the goal was brought up and both paid rapt attention as the announcer talked about what was happening. In the end, McDavid wasn’t in the crease—but just barely—and the goal was allowed.
August pumped her arm and shouted in delight while Logan grumpily threw himself on the couch. “Told you those refs were blind,” he muttered.
“Are you serious?” She whirled on him, flinging an arm out towards the screen. “You saw the replay; it wasn’t interference. You’re the blind one,” Monday had run into the room in concern when he’d heard August yell gleefully and she scooped him into her arms. “How about that, kitty cat? Oilers are ahead by two.”
She carried him back to the couch and Monday curled happily in her lap once she’d settled, purring in satisfaction as August stroked his black fur. They watched the last few minutes of the second period, the intermission starting with the players skating off of the ice and walking towards the locker rooms.
August could have easily fast-forwarded through the 15-minute break, but they’d decided earlier to watch the interviews and commentary as well as to use the time for snacks and bathroom breaks.
Monday rolled onto his side and opened his yellow eyes, which immediately fixed on Logan. “Does Monday change forms too?”
August ran her hand along the cat’s side. “Sometimes,” she answered. “It’s different for him, though.”
“Is it because he’s your personal daemon instead of the store’s?”
She tilted a smile in his direction. “You paid attention.”
“I always pay attention when a pretty woman speaks.” Logan said.
He enjoyed how prettily August blushed. Monday got up from her lap and sat between the two, his powerful gaze almost burning a hole through Logan.
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” August said, the pink still in her cheeks. “Monday’s my—“
The doorbell rang, interrupting her. She excused herself to get the door, leaving Logan and the cat to contemplate each other warily. He grabbed a nacho and chewed on it before deciding to speak.
“Hope I’m not offendin’ you with my questions. Just curious is all,” Logan said. He sighed and leaned back. “And I’m talkin’ to a cat.”
Monday tilted his head, then licked a paw and swiped it over an ear. “I do not find your questions offensive,” the cat said. “In fact, I encourage them. August seems to like you and I am beginning to see why.”
Logan’s mouth curled into a smile. “She likes me, huh?” Then he did a double take.
“Did you just talk?”
“Yes,” answered Monday. “Unlike Louis and Penelope, I can speak in this form.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Oh, He has nothing to do with it,” responded the cat. “He did not have those kinds of powers. And I said she seems to like you; that is very different from actually liking you.”
Raised voices came from the foyer, turning Logan’s attention away from the talking feline.
“I will find someone to stand for me, August,” Addanc’s voice was loud and belligerent. “You should just accept me now and be done with it.”
“Now isn’t the time for this discussion,” August was trying to be polite but it seemed strained. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
“It’s never a good time for you,” snorted the Welsh lake monster. “I want to talk about it now.”
Logan went to the entrance, Monday hot on his heels. Addanc was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a thick, grey Irish knit sweater. He had one hand wrapped tightly around August’s left wrist, his face red with anger, his coal black eyes filled with fury.
“Are you okay, August?” Logan asked casually, placing a hand on her shoulder as he came to a stop. Addanc glared at him angrily, his lips pulling back slightly over his teeth. He fought not to return the expression, the beast furious having been challenged.
“I’m fine, thank you Logan,” she said, her gaze on Addanc fierce. “Let go of my hand now.”
Addanc sneered. “I know what you’re doing,” he said callously. “You’re trying to get this … animal to fall for you so he can take my rightful place. Is that how desperate you are to not be with me?”
Logan felt August stiffen under his grip.
“I’m doing anything to anyone,” she practically growled. Monday pressed up against her, arched his back, and hissed.
“Don’t talk back to me, old man!” Addanc snarled.
His foot connected soundly with the cat, Monday skittering backwards with a loud, pained yowl. August cried out and swung an arm at him but Addanc saw it coming and stepped out of the way. She stumbled and went down hard on one knee.
Logan locked eyes with the lake monster, finally bearing his teeth. His first punch was to Addanc’s stomach, driving the breath out of the man who then clutched his midsection and doubled over with a groan. The next hit was between the shoulder blades, sending Addanc to the ground. He placed his foot on the man’s back.
“Is Monday okay?” Logan asked, his eyes on the lake monster.
August came back, the cat in her arms. “He’s unhurt.”
Logan removed his foot and crouched down, letting his claws slide out slowly. “I don’t like it when people threaten my friends,” he growled. “I suggest you go back home and leave August alone.”
“You don’t know what she is,” Addanc gasped, still fighting for breath. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, little man! This is serious shit and you’re going to pay for it in blood!” August was suddenly next to them, reaching down the grasp Addanc’s arm. “You can send me back, but I will have you, August!”
A white light exploded around the lake monster’s silhouette, momentarily blinding Logan. There was an enraged cry and when his vision cleared, Addanc was gone, the door still open to the cold.
With a shudder, August pushed it shut and leaned with her back against it. “I’m sorry, Logan,” she said, her voice wavering, her face pale. “He isn’t supposed to be able to leave his lair unless summoned.”
“Or if someone opened his door,” Monday added, his tail flicking irately.
August’s eye hardened as her eyes flicked towards the shop, as if she knew who had done it but before she could speak, she sank to the floor with a ssilently. Her hands began to glow silver and she toppled to the side, unconscious.
“She has been using to much magic,” Monday answered. “I have warned her that until she finds a—“
Logan picked her easily off of the floor, cradling her in his arms. Her head lolled on her neck, her eyelids fluttering wildly. “What do I do?” he asked the cat.
“I will show you upstairs to her room,” Monday replied. “I need to summon a doctor; she’s going into magical shock.”
“Magical shock? What the fuck is that?”
As if answer to Logan’s question, August’s arms flared, silver shards of light shooting from the tips of her fingers to her elbows. It startled him enough that he almost dropped her.
“Oh, that.” Logan muttered.
“Quickly, please,” the cat urged.
He was placing August in bed when Monday jumped up beside her. “Do you have a cell phone?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Logan answered.
“Excellent,” Monday said. “I will need you to dial. My paws don’t seem to work on these modern phones. It is extremely frustrating.”
Logan wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but in all honesty, he been in crazier situations and this one needed attention his claws couldn’t supply. Without a word, he raced back downstairs, and brought the phone back up to Monday.
As Logan looked at the pale, unconscious woman who was still emitting silver light and the cat who was using speakerphone to get in contact with a supernatural doctor, he couldn’t help but think to himself how much he hated woo woo magic shit.
He also couldn’t help what the fuck Addanc was talking about when he said Logan didn’t know what August was. This whole thing was getting weirder by the minute and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
Scratch that; Logan knew he didn’t like it.
He wanted answers.

Merlin wasn’t exactly what Logan was expecting and apparently, the sentiment was returned.
“I thought you’d be taller,” the wizard said as he checked August’s pulse.
“Thought you’d be deader,” Logan retorted, which drew a chuckle from both Monday and Merlin.
The ancient wizard didn’t look ancient at all; in fact, he looked like a healthy, jovial man in his 50s with head of white hair and white goatee. He was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, but it was obvious he was keeping up with modern styles.
“Yes,” Merlin said. “I can see why you would think that,” He cracked open one of August’s eyes and shone a bright light that came from the end of his pointer finger. “This exam is about to get a bit more intimate.”
“Say no more.”
Logan hoisted himself out of the chair and headed downstairs. He surveyed the mess and started cleaning; being a nice fucking guy also included picking up after oneself, he thought, especially if the host is incapacitated.
He knew he was probably in the way, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving before he knew how August was doing. He felt he owed that to her at least.
After Logan had the dishwasher running, the garbage taken out, and the table wiped down, he sat back on the couch and pulled out his cell. A blinking light told him he had a few texts.
One was from Remy, asking when he could pick up the book. He was in the city for a bit and was looking for a place to crash. Gambit also asked how Logan liked August, if they’d gotten along.
Weird, Logan thought to himself. He was the kind of guy who kept his shit to himself. He didn’t feel the need to advertise his relationships or lack thereof, though it had been a while since he’d had a good woman. There had been a few one night stands to keep the edge off, but nothing worthwhile.
Besides, Remy should clean his own house before playing matchmaker. The man’s relationship with Rogue was complicated at best and Logan wasn’t even sure if they were still an item. The couple had been off and on so many times, Logan couldn’t keep track anymore.
Not only that, but the Cajun never seemed to have a problem when it came to the opposite sex. He had a reputation as a Don Juan, love ‘em and leave ‘em type. There had been a few women he’d cared about, but like Logan, nothing that had stuck.
He fired back a quick text telling Remy where his place was, where the book was located, and the door code. He intentionally left out anything about August—was none of Gumbo’s damn business anyway.
The next was from Victor Creed, who Logan had not given this number to. It was another weird one, asking him if he wanted to grab a beer sometime. They weren’t the best of friends, but they did take the time to sit silently at a bar every few months to consider each other over a few brews.
What the hell, Logan thought as he typed his reply, adding that he’d met a woman that was, without a doubt, Victor’s type.
Penelope seemed like the kind of woman—or daemon, he supposed—that could handle herself around someone like Victor. If he pissed her off, she could always curse his dick or send it into another dimension or something like that.
Logan was chuckling at the idea when he noticed Monday coming down the stairs.
“August is awake,” the cat said with the flick of his tail. “She has asked for you.”

The first thing August saw was Merlin’s concerned face hovering over hers. It caused her to let out a surprised cry, which in turn startled the wizard and Monday.
“Well,” said Merlin, clutching at his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with her vocal chords.”
She tried to sit up, but the man placed gentle hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down. August took the hint and settled back against her pillows.
“What happened?” she asked. “I remember Addanc—“ She shivered at the memory of the man trying to force his way into her house.
“Magical shock,” Merlin said softly. “Your magic is depleted right now, August. You know you can’t tap in to more until you have a consort to tie you to this realm.”
She sighed, her gaze flicking to Monday, who was perched like a concerned statue on her other pillow. “I don’t want to leave him, Merlin,” she whispered, reaching out a hand to stroke her beloved. He purred and arched under her touch.
“It’s different now,” Merlin responded. “Everything is changing.”
August turned her head to glare at the wizard. “Stop,” she said, an edge to her voice. “I’ve heard the speech a million times. ‘So doth go magic’.”
Monday whipped his tail against her arm and leapt off of the bed with a small growl. “She is not taking this seriously!” he snapped, his yellow eyes angry. “I do not like it any more than you, August, but it is the way it must be. I could not live with myself if you died.”
This was an old argument between them: Monday and August were from two different worlds, neither one welcoming to the other. Earth was a good place for them both to settle, and they did. The magic was strong enough to support them both, but with more and more people moving away from old traditions and gods, it became increasingly difficult for Monday to remain; he needed to spend more time in his own realm in order to recharge and that meant increasing amounts of time away from August.
She was similar to humans and was able to access her own magic, though she drew a majority of her power from Monday and the energy he received from those who worshipped at his altar. Now that force was fading and August was not welcome in her own realm, so she needed to remain on earth.
But if she were unable to access magic, she would die, unless she found someone who could connect her to the planet, someone from whom she could draw power.
Monday pressed his head to her cheek. “I would rather share you with another than lose you, dear one.”
August’s demeanour softened. “I swear I am taking this seriously, Monday,” she said, rubbing a fingertip down his nose. “Is Logan still here?”
“Ah, yes,” the cat said. “The warrior. I shall fetch him.”
He leapt off of the bed and trotted out the door, his tail high. Merlin sighed and looked back towards August.
“He loves you, you know,” the wizard said. “He’s under a lot of stress.”
“I know, Merlin,” she replied. “I promise you I’m doing my best, but Addanc has been successful in scaring away all the other candidates.”
Merlin snorted. “He won’t find anyone willing to stand for him.”
August wormed her way into a sitting position, grimacing as her mind drifted back to the lake monster’s threat. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Monday was at the door with Logan right behind him. He had his jacket in his hand and smiled when he saw August leaning against her pillows. She couldn’t help but return the smile.
“Hey,” he said gruffly. “Nice to see you conscious,”
“Sorry about the game,” she said.
“Eh,” Logan shrugged his shoulders and crossed to sit in the armchair across from her bed. “I fast forwarded to the end; Oilers win in a shoot out.”
“Yes!” August clapped her hands and bounced excitedly. “I knew they’d take the Flames!”
Logan leaned back in the chair with a huff. “Huh. Well, I wouldn’t get too worked up if I was you. They had a two-goal lead and blew it in the first five of the third period; barely had time to get back on track. You know they ain’t gonna make the playoffs.”
August bent towards him, pointing an angry finger. “You take that back.”
“No way,” he said. “Shoot out’s nothing but luck anyway.”
She liked the way Logan’s dark blue eyes sparkled back at her, amused. A grin stretched across her face and she opened her mouth to make a witty retort, but Merlin stood.
“I hate to get in-between this fascinating argument,” he said, “but I have to get going.”
“Yeah, I should move on too,” Logan said.
Before he could stand, August reached out and placed a hand on his arm. There as a brief spark of electricity, like a static shock. Monday made a strange yip sound.
“Thank you for helping with Addanc,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Logan replied. “I hope we can get together again. Watch another game.”
August’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”
She gave his arm a quick squeeze before he got to his feet. It felt strong under her grip, warm. As Logan pulled on his jacket, a bright purple party blower fell to the floor. Everyone in the room froze.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Merlin demanded, bending down to snatch it up.
Logan shrugged. “Must’ve been when we were visiting that skeleton guy. Could you get it back to him?”
Merlin lowered the blower, his expression one of shock. “It’s Mervin’s all right.”
August’s heart dropped into her stomach as she looked at the party favour, her hand fisting her bed sheets. This changed everything, this meant that …
She didn’t want to think about that now—she wanted Monday to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be all right. Darkness loomed behind her eyes.
Logan was confused. “What the hell is going on?”
Monday sat down in front of him, his yellow eyes boring up into the man’s face. August felt suddenly cold, as if a window had been opened and the winter chill had blown over her skin, down into her bones.
“Monday—“
“How do you feel about magic, Logan?” Monday asked.
The darkness devoured her, eating away her consciousness, driving her deep down into nothingness.
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