You are my Sunshine
Disclaimer: If I owned the story, Logan would have had a girl a loooong time ago.
A/N: Ok lets get a few things straight the character in my story is NOT THE Polaris, from the comics. The one in this story IS MINE, I could not find a good name for her that went with her powers, but I stumbled across Polaris while looking for one and I TOOK it. I repeat the character in my story is NOT THE Polaris from the comics.
Chapter one, A new Face.
Logan stalked through the winter forests of Canada's mountain ranges. He had just left the institute and taken the jet with him, as far as he was concerned it was high time he took a vacation anyway. If, that is, you call fighting off the searing pain that came with getting back one's long lost memories a vacation.
As the pain reached a new high point he slumped down against the abrasive bark of a tall pine tree. Looking to the sky for answers, he found none, but as he looked up, he began to feel the soft, cool, snow drift onto his fevered face. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling. He tried not to think of anything. Not the memories, not the pain, the constant battles that always seemed to find him in his wanderings, he just tried to loose himself in bliss, which wasn't that hard after all.
As he let himself drift, his already heightened sense took on new life. He could hear everything, the bark whining in the effort to support the new snow, the deer digging in a bank trying to get at a particularly tasty root, everything, even the sound of the snow being caught in his hair. He could also hear the argument going on between two people. In his half consciousness state he didn't feel inclined to investigate that is, until he found out who, one of the two people was.
"I'm not doing his dirty work do you understand!" Growled a female voice.
"You will do as he says!" Yelled back a male voice and that's when Logan realized who it was. He jumped up from his seat in the snow almost immediately, but with the rush back to consciousness he lost the voices. Stretching his heightened sense to their full, he found them. Racing due north towards the voices, passing the growing pines his booted feet crunching the snow; he finally found them, a moment later.
"Sabertooth." He growled under his breath as he saw his mortally enemy, standing in the snow, arguing with a girl, no, a woman may twenty four, twenty five, he couldn't tell from this distance. She was tall, slim, almost serpentine, but with all those lovely curves that come from being twenty. She was only wearing a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket, her jet black hair whipped around her face as wind from the impending snow storm picked up, she must be freezing, he thought ideally.
"Well you can run your little messenger boy carcass back to him, and tell him I'm not interested in his 'esteemed' offer. You got all that, or do I have to repeat it for you?" She whipped around and began stalking away from him, she slammed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, but Sabertooth's hand reached out and grabbed her arm at the elbow. The woman turned her head and stared at him levelly.
"I'm no messenger boy, I'm only here for the delivery." Logan could see the muscles in his arm flex and he knew that Sabertooth was about to pick the woman up. He made a motion to run forward to help the woman but she talked first.
"I suggest, that you let go of my arm, before I remove yours." Slowly she took out her left, free, arm from its pocket and held it up. And from under the sleeve, a metal strip zipped out of it, and morphed, the metal rippling like water as it turned into the shape of a large razor blade.
Unfortunately the threat did not work on Sabertooth. He did let the woman's arm go, but he raised his hand and, blood spattered on the new fallen snow as he backhanded the woman across the face, his claws raking the soft flesh they found there. The force of the blow sent the woman reeling back, but the razor came down cutting Sabertooth across the arm, not taking it off as the threat had said but cutting it worse than he had her. The cut on her face was not deep, it wouldn't require stitches, nor any other medical attention, probably just a band-aid, the only thing it did was bleed.
"You need to learn your place!" Sabertooth growled and began stalking forward to her. The woman picked herself up and raised her hand, the razor zoomed towards her and she deftly snatched it out of the air, switching grips, Logan could see that it had changed again it looked more like a pipe now. Yes, he could see the smooth handle she was now holding. "If Magneto says he wants you, Magneto will get you, whether you like it or not, Polaris."
Polaris, so that was the woman's name, or at lest her mutant name, she began to speak again.
"Listen Victor," She put an emphasis on the name practically spitting it out. "If your boss wants me so bad, he can come and get me himself!"
That was it, Sabertooth had, had enough, he charged at Polaris, his worn trench coat billowing out behind him in a wave, he let loose a roar and took a swing at her. But Polaris had been expecting it, she jumped out of the way just in time, letting the bigger man's momentum get him off balance, her leg snapped up and she kicked him in the side. The force of the blow was strong enough that it would have sent a normal man careening into one of he the tall pine tree's that made up the circle grove the pair where standing in, but Sabertooth wasn't a normal man. All the kick did was send staggering back a step and then he was on her again, but more carefully this time. He took a practice swing at her, she jumped out of the way again, and her agility was more than enough for his brute force.
As the fight was raging on, Logan watched from the trees, he new that it was an uneven fight, as much skill as he woman, Polaris, had he knew Sabertooth was better, stronger and faster, it was only a matter of time before the woman was worn down. Suddenly at the sound of a snarl that came from not Sabertooth but from the woman, his head snapped up to see what had happened.
Sabertooth had jumped onto a tree directly behind her and pushed off diving straight at her. Polaris smacked the bar across the back of his neck as he dove past her, but his claws racked across his forearm as she did, opening four deep wounds and tearing open her jacket, then, she lost her grip on the bar and it dropped, to the snow.
Sabertooth sneered and began slowly advancing on her, she backed up, clutching her now wounded right arm, trying to stop the bleeding. He growled, and stepped over the bar, which zipped up spun in a small circle, and tripped him. Sabertooth fell flat on his face in the snow.
Polaris ran, trying to bypass him completely, she knew she could not win this fight, that her best bet was to once again run for it, but he reached out his hand and grabbed her ankle, she hit the ground hard on her right side, her right arm twisting underneath her, she gasped in pain and began to cough, racking, body shaking coughs, the spasm was over almost as soon as it began, but it gave Sabertooth enough time to get up.
He looked like a mad man as he held the woman upside down, still holding her ankle, not that he wasn't. It was something about the look in his eyes. Polaris struggled and twisted, and finally got into the position she wanted, and kicked him square in his jaw.
His head snapped back and he dropped her, and she was once more on the ground. But she scrabbled up and began to run; she thought her kick would have put him off more than it had, but she was wrong.
Sabertooth stalked up behind her, cupping his fists together, he held them over his head-
"Behind you!" Logan yelled stepping out from behind the trees. The warning came too late. Polaris looked up at him, her eyes widening with shock, and then anger, in that time Sabertooth brought down his fists on her back. She crumpled to the ground, blood seeping from the cuts in her arm, unconscious.
"Wolverine!" Sabertooth sneered, "I didn't know you were in this neck of the woods."
Logan stalked forward keeping an eye on the woman, he wasn't going to let Sabertooth have her. If Magneto wanted her so bad there must be a reason behind it. The professor would want to know about it. "Well maybe if you weren't so busy picking up dates, you would have notice."
"Hey, this is business, maybe under different circumstances," He looked down at he woman lying in the snow. "Things would have been different, she's a fighter, I like that."
"Well then it's about time you keep on looking, cause you aint getting this one." He edged closer to them, one hand went behind his back. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the keys to the jet. His fingers moving nimbly over some of the control buttons until the autopilot was set on 'Return'.
"And what makes you say that?" Sabertooth growled.
The wind suddenly picked up as the jet lowered itself into the circle grove. The snow caught in the wind provided a shield as Logan dashed forward and snatched up the woman, dashing for the jet's open cargo bay, he made it in. He ran for the controls and lifted off.
Looking out the window, Logan could see Sabertooth yelling at them from the ground. He smiled to himself, as much as he hated running away from the fight, the woman looked like she was getting worse by the minute. He set the controls back to auto pilot and walked back to where he had hastily dropped her.
She was curled up clutching her arm, as he approached her, she began to cough, worse than the spasm she had had during the fight. Her body jerked violently and she was pitched forward and back. He bent down and picked her up, surprised at how light she felt. He hadn't noticed when he had first picked her up; he had been in such a hurry.
He walked over to a bench near the back of the jet and set her down on it. The coughing subsided, and he bent a little closer to look at her, her face was flushed with fever, he could tell she had been sick a long time, and a fight in the Canadian mountains didn't help her much, he put his hand on her forehead, she was burning up, he had to get back to the institute.
That's when he noticed something else; there was a small trickle of blood coming out of he corner of her mouth. It wasn't there before she started coughing, he was sure of it. He would have noticed it during the fight. Then a small light came on in the back of his mind, he had herd some thing about this once, but he couldn't remember, it had something to do with elevation, and it did something the lungs, it came with pneumonia, and it more than often than not it killed.
Speaking of bleeding he had to take care of the cuts she had gotten on her arm. Logan walked to a small cabinet on the right wall; there was a small first aid kit there. After getting the kit, he carefully took of her leather jacket, looking at the four deep cuts, he knew they'd need stitching, but for now all her could do was a light bandage to hopeful stop the bleeding.
He took out the cotton cloth and held up her arm, he noticed how hot it was from the fever, she moaned a little as he applied some mild disinfectant, he could blame her, it probably burned like hell even is so was asleep. He quickly wrapped the cuts and tied a small knot in the strips.
He pulled out a small cotton ball, and whipped some of the blood off of the cut on her face. He stared at her for a minute noticing for the first time how beautiful she was, then he remembered what Sabertooth had said, Maybe under different circumstances things would have been different, she's a fighter, I like that. He pushed that thought out of his head as soon as it had entered. He pulled out a band-aid and carefully laid it across the cut.
"This is just temporary," He said mostly to himself, "When I get you back to the institute, the Doc'll fix you right up."
He got up and began walking back to the pilot box, then he stopped, hesitated, and walked back, bending down he opened a small compartment in the floor. He pulled out a blanket, walked back over to her and covered her with it.
He turned around and the mechanical door hissed as it closed behind him. He slumped down into the pilot seat and pulled out a communicator and called the professor.
"Charles." He said into the communicator.
"Yes Logan, I can hear you. What's the matter?"
Trust the Doc to know what was wrong from a few hundred miles away. "I found a mutant, Sabertooth was with her, they had a fight, she's pretty banged up."
"Ah, I see, get here as quick as you can I'll have Hank-"
"That's not all," He cut him off, "I think she's sick, real sick, she's been coughing up blood a lot and she's really light, like she hasn't eaten in a while."
"Oh dear, that's high altitude sicknesses, its really quite common, but deadly if you don't treat it soon."
"Whadda I gotta do?"
"An air mask should do the trick. It's caused by the body getting too high in elevation too quickly with out proper oxygen, if you said you found her fighting with Sabertooth, then she probably got it running."
"Professor, she's been running a long time. I'm bringing her to the institute."
"Yes, but-"
Logan shut off the communicator. He could almost hear the Professor sigh the way he did when something didn't go the way he planned. He spun around in his seat. Alright, so the woman needed an oxygen mask, there where a couple of them in compartments over the benches, in case they went too high, always had to have a back up plan in this line of business.
He was walking to the metal door that lead to the back, but all of a sudden there was a large dent, in the door, then another and another, then as suddenly as they started they stopped. Logan hastily punched the controls for the doors to open. It began to open but then it got stuck as the door reached the dents, it tried again banging, and banging, from inside the back room, Logan heard more coughs.
He reached forward and tried to pry the door open, his arms straining, he grunted in the effort it took. Then the door broke, just like that, tossing the broken part of the door aside, he squeezed inside. Looking towards the back bench, he saw that the woman was not on it, on the contrary, she was lying in the middle of the floor coughing, one arm out stretched towards the door. The arm she was holding out was her bandaged arm; he could see it was bleeding through.
He walked forward and bent down, she was still coughing but she looked up at him, her eyes where delirious and fevered, she looked positively crazy. She began to try and pull herself forward, wincing, she didn't do it herself though, she reached a hand forward, and just above it, the metal of the jets bottom, twisted, like an invisible hand was grasping it, and technically, it was. The metal moved up, and Polaris moved up with it, then she did it again, and again, in a futile effort to make it to the pilot box.
Logan put a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stop, she was going to tear up the ship at this rate. She looked back at him, her fevered mad eyes glaring, if looks could kill, Logan would have dropped dead then and there.
"Su afortunado, si estuviera en mis plenos poderes, le machacar!" She hissed at him, and then passed out on the floor.
Logan filed away what she had just said in the back of his mind, he recognized it as Spanish, though he didn't know what it meant. She didn't look Mexican, he thought as he picked her up and moved back to the bench again. In her delusions she must have switched languages. That seemed possible; he pulled down an air mask from the overhead compartment and wrapped the cords around her ears so that it wouldn't fall off her face. He had always wondered how linguists kept their thoughts straight after they learned more than one language.
He'd ask the professor and Hank if they knew Spanish one of them had to, and if not one of the kid's had to have taken at lest a year at their school, from what he'd herd when the kid's ate and complained about school it was required to have a second language to graduate.
They where a good hour away from the institute by now, so he had time to kill, he propped his boots on the console and leaned back in his char, and relaxed. What had she said, he wondered, ah well didn't matter much, probably wasn't anything important. Still, it would bug him until he got to ask somebody. He tried to repeat what she said, and scowled, he'd have to work on his pronunciation. He didn't want to look like an idiot. And languages where temperamental, a mispronounced syllable could change the meaning entirely. He worked on the word's silently in his head for a while, then tried them out loud, satisfied at the result he said them a few more times, then went silent.
What he didn't see was the woman in the back, she was awake for the time being, and staring at the ceiling, she herd the words for their true meaning: Your lucky, if I was at my full power, I'd crush you.
She didn't remember that she had said them only a little while ago, all she knew was that she had gotten in a fight with Sabertooth and lost, the last thing she saw before she passed out was the man in the cockpit.
She was sure she was on her way right now to Magneto, and that he would kill her. But right now she was too sick to move, it felt like she was going to be sick any minute now, her inside felt like lead, and they felt just as heavy as it.
She was scared there was no use hiding it. No, scared didn't even define it. She was terrified. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream in rage at the fact that she had been caught after running for so long, but most of all she wanted somebody, anybody to hold her, and tell her it would be all right, she was tired, tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of living, if you could call it living.
She began murmuring softly the song, 'You are My Sunshine', and she remembered her mother used to sing it to her every night before she went to sleep. Right before she died, her mother had told her that one day she would find her sunshine. Polaris knew it was corny, she knew it was stupid but it was what kept her going, and at least she had that.
Just as the thought entered her head she passed out, and didn't wake up for a long time.
Logan from the cockpit, thought he heard something, he swiveled around in his chair and walked up to the broken metal door, peering in he saw the woman hadn't moved at all, but in the darkness, he caught sight of a slight glimmer as one single tear slide down her cheek, it must be my imagination, he thought and turned around.
A/N: Whatta think? I demand a review from somebody, I don't care who anyone is fine, please? R&R.
Disclaimer: If I owned the story, Logan would have had a girl a loooong time ago.
A/N: Ok lets get a few things straight the character in my story is NOT THE Polaris, from the comics. The one in this story IS MINE, I could not find a good name for her that went with her powers, but I stumbled across Polaris while looking for one and I TOOK it. I repeat the character in my story is NOT THE Polaris from the comics.
Chapter one, A new Face.
Logan stalked through the winter forests of Canada's mountain ranges. He had just left the institute and taken the jet with him, as far as he was concerned it was high time he took a vacation anyway. If, that is, you call fighting off the searing pain that came with getting back one's long lost memories a vacation.
As the pain reached a new high point he slumped down against the abrasive bark of a tall pine tree. Looking to the sky for answers, he found none, but as he looked up, he began to feel the soft, cool, snow drift onto his fevered face. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling. He tried not to think of anything. Not the memories, not the pain, the constant battles that always seemed to find him in his wanderings, he just tried to loose himself in bliss, which wasn't that hard after all.
As he let himself drift, his already heightened sense took on new life. He could hear everything, the bark whining in the effort to support the new snow, the deer digging in a bank trying to get at a particularly tasty root, everything, even the sound of the snow being caught in his hair. He could also hear the argument going on between two people. In his half consciousness state he didn't feel inclined to investigate that is, until he found out who, one of the two people was.
"I'm not doing his dirty work do you understand!" Growled a female voice.
"You will do as he says!" Yelled back a male voice and that's when Logan realized who it was. He jumped up from his seat in the snow almost immediately, but with the rush back to consciousness he lost the voices. Stretching his heightened sense to their full, he found them. Racing due north towards the voices, passing the growing pines his booted feet crunching the snow; he finally found them, a moment later.
"Sabertooth." He growled under his breath as he saw his mortally enemy, standing in the snow, arguing with a girl, no, a woman may twenty four, twenty five, he couldn't tell from this distance. She was tall, slim, almost serpentine, but with all those lovely curves that come from being twenty. She was only wearing a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket, her jet black hair whipped around her face as wind from the impending snow storm picked up, she must be freezing, he thought ideally.
"Well you can run your little messenger boy carcass back to him, and tell him I'm not interested in his 'esteemed' offer. You got all that, or do I have to repeat it for you?" She whipped around and began stalking away from him, she slammed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, but Sabertooth's hand reached out and grabbed her arm at the elbow. The woman turned her head and stared at him levelly.
"I'm no messenger boy, I'm only here for the delivery." Logan could see the muscles in his arm flex and he knew that Sabertooth was about to pick the woman up. He made a motion to run forward to help the woman but she talked first.
"I suggest, that you let go of my arm, before I remove yours." Slowly she took out her left, free, arm from its pocket and held it up. And from under the sleeve, a metal strip zipped out of it, and morphed, the metal rippling like water as it turned into the shape of a large razor blade.
Unfortunately the threat did not work on Sabertooth. He did let the woman's arm go, but he raised his hand and, blood spattered on the new fallen snow as he backhanded the woman across the face, his claws raking the soft flesh they found there. The force of the blow sent the woman reeling back, but the razor came down cutting Sabertooth across the arm, not taking it off as the threat had said but cutting it worse than he had her. The cut on her face was not deep, it wouldn't require stitches, nor any other medical attention, probably just a band-aid, the only thing it did was bleed.
"You need to learn your place!" Sabertooth growled and began stalking forward to her. The woman picked herself up and raised her hand, the razor zoomed towards her and she deftly snatched it out of the air, switching grips, Logan could see that it had changed again it looked more like a pipe now. Yes, he could see the smooth handle she was now holding. "If Magneto says he wants you, Magneto will get you, whether you like it or not, Polaris."
Polaris, so that was the woman's name, or at lest her mutant name, she began to speak again.
"Listen Victor," She put an emphasis on the name practically spitting it out. "If your boss wants me so bad, he can come and get me himself!"
That was it, Sabertooth had, had enough, he charged at Polaris, his worn trench coat billowing out behind him in a wave, he let loose a roar and took a swing at her. But Polaris had been expecting it, she jumped out of the way just in time, letting the bigger man's momentum get him off balance, her leg snapped up and she kicked him in the side. The force of the blow was strong enough that it would have sent a normal man careening into one of he the tall pine tree's that made up the circle grove the pair where standing in, but Sabertooth wasn't a normal man. All the kick did was send staggering back a step and then he was on her again, but more carefully this time. He took a practice swing at her, she jumped out of the way again, and her agility was more than enough for his brute force.
As the fight was raging on, Logan watched from the trees, he new that it was an uneven fight, as much skill as he woman, Polaris, had he knew Sabertooth was better, stronger and faster, it was only a matter of time before the woman was worn down. Suddenly at the sound of a snarl that came from not Sabertooth but from the woman, his head snapped up to see what had happened.
Sabertooth had jumped onto a tree directly behind her and pushed off diving straight at her. Polaris smacked the bar across the back of his neck as he dove past her, but his claws racked across his forearm as she did, opening four deep wounds and tearing open her jacket, then, she lost her grip on the bar and it dropped, to the snow.
Sabertooth sneered and began slowly advancing on her, she backed up, clutching her now wounded right arm, trying to stop the bleeding. He growled, and stepped over the bar, which zipped up spun in a small circle, and tripped him. Sabertooth fell flat on his face in the snow.
Polaris ran, trying to bypass him completely, she knew she could not win this fight, that her best bet was to once again run for it, but he reached out his hand and grabbed her ankle, she hit the ground hard on her right side, her right arm twisting underneath her, she gasped in pain and began to cough, racking, body shaking coughs, the spasm was over almost as soon as it began, but it gave Sabertooth enough time to get up.
He looked like a mad man as he held the woman upside down, still holding her ankle, not that he wasn't. It was something about the look in his eyes. Polaris struggled and twisted, and finally got into the position she wanted, and kicked him square in his jaw.
His head snapped back and he dropped her, and she was once more on the ground. But she scrabbled up and began to run; she thought her kick would have put him off more than it had, but she was wrong.
Sabertooth stalked up behind her, cupping his fists together, he held them over his head-
"Behind you!" Logan yelled stepping out from behind the trees. The warning came too late. Polaris looked up at him, her eyes widening with shock, and then anger, in that time Sabertooth brought down his fists on her back. She crumpled to the ground, blood seeping from the cuts in her arm, unconscious.
"Wolverine!" Sabertooth sneered, "I didn't know you were in this neck of the woods."
Logan stalked forward keeping an eye on the woman, he wasn't going to let Sabertooth have her. If Magneto wanted her so bad there must be a reason behind it. The professor would want to know about it. "Well maybe if you weren't so busy picking up dates, you would have notice."
"Hey, this is business, maybe under different circumstances," He looked down at he woman lying in the snow. "Things would have been different, she's a fighter, I like that."
"Well then it's about time you keep on looking, cause you aint getting this one." He edged closer to them, one hand went behind his back. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the keys to the jet. His fingers moving nimbly over some of the control buttons until the autopilot was set on 'Return'.
"And what makes you say that?" Sabertooth growled.
The wind suddenly picked up as the jet lowered itself into the circle grove. The snow caught in the wind provided a shield as Logan dashed forward and snatched up the woman, dashing for the jet's open cargo bay, he made it in. He ran for the controls and lifted off.
Looking out the window, Logan could see Sabertooth yelling at them from the ground. He smiled to himself, as much as he hated running away from the fight, the woman looked like she was getting worse by the minute. He set the controls back to auto pilot and walked back to where he had hastily dropped her.
She was curled up clutching her arm, as he approached her, she began to cough, worse than the spasm she had had during the fight. Her body jerked violently and she was pitched forward and back. He bent down and picked her up, surprised at how light she felt. He hadn't noticed when he had first picked her up; he had been in such a hurry.
He walked over to a bench near the back of the jet and set her down on it. The coughing subsided, and he bent a little closer to look at her, her face was flushed with fever, he could tell she had been sick a long time, and a fight in the Canadian mountains didn't help her much, he put his hand on her forehead, she was burning up, he had to get back to the institute.
That's when he noticed something else; there was a small trickle of blood coming out of he corner of her mouth. It wasn't there before she started coughing, he was sure of it. He would have noticed it during the fight. Then a small light came on in the back of his mind, he had herd some thing about this once, but he couldn't remember, it had something to do with elevation, and it did something the lungs, it came with pneumonia, and it more than often than not it killed.
Speaking of bleeding he had to take care of the cuts she had gotten on her arm. Logan walked to a small cabinet on the right wall; there was a small first aid kit there. After getting the kit, he carefully took of her leather jacket, looking at the four deep cuts, he knew they'd need stitching, but for now all her could do was a light bandage to hopeful stop the bleeding.
He took out the cotton cloth and held up her arm, he noticed how hot it was from the fever, she moaned a little as he applied some mild disinfectant, he could blame her, it probably burned like hell even is so was asleep. He quickly wrapped the cuts and tied a small knot in the strips.
He pulled out a small cotton ball, and whipped some of the blood off of the cut on her face. He stared at her for a minute noticing for the first time how beautiful she was, then he remembered what Sabertooth had said, Maybe under different circumstances things would have been different, she's a fighter, I like that. He pushed that thought out of his head as soon as it had entered. He pulled out a band-aid and carefully laid it across the cut.
"This is just temporary," He said mostly to himself, "When I get you back to the institute, the Doc'll fix you right up."
He got up and began walking back to the pilot box, then he stopped, hesitated, and walked back, bending down he opened a small compartment in the floor. He pulled out a blanket, walked back over to her and covered her with it.
He turned around and the mechanical door hissed as it closed behind him. He slumped down into the pilot seat and pulled out a communicator and called the professor.
"Charles." He said into the communicator.
"Yes Logan, I can hear you. What's the matter?"
Trust the Doc to know what was wrong from a few hundred miles away. "I found a mutant, Sabertooth was with her, they had a fight, she's pretty banged up."
"Ah, I see, get here as quick as you can I'll have Hank-"
"That's not all," He cut him off, "I think she's sick, real sick, she's been coughing up blood a lot and she's really light, like she hasn't eaten in a while."
"Oh dear, that's high altitude sicknesses, its really quite common, but deadly if you don't treat it soon."
"Whadda I gotta do?"
"An air mask should do the trick. It's caused by the body getting too high in elevation too quickly with out proper oxygen, if you said you found her fighting with Sabertooth, then she probably got it running."
"Professor, she's been running a long time. I'm bringing her to the institute."
"Yes, but-"
Logan shut off the communicator. He could almost hear the Professor sigh the way he did when something didn't go the way he planned. He spun around in his seat. Alright, so the woman needed an oxygen mask, there where a couple of them in compartments over the benches, in case they went too high, always had to have a back up plan in this line of business.
He was walking to the metal door that lead to the back, but all of a sudden there was a large dent, in the door, then another and another, then as suddenly as they started they stopped. Logan hastily punched the controls for the doors to open. It began to open but then it got stuck as the door reached the dents, it tried again banging, and banging, from inside the back room, Logan heard more coughs.
He reached forward and tried to pry the door open, his arms straining, he grunted in the effort it took. Then the door broke, just like that, tossing the broken part of the door aside, he squeezed inside. Looking towards the back bench, he saw that the woman was not on it, on the contrary, she was lying in the middle of the floor coughing, one arm out stretched towards the door. The arm she was holding out was her bandaged arm; he could see it was bleeding through.
He walked forward and bent down, she was still coughing but she looked up at him, her eyes where delirious and fevered, she looked positively crazy. She began to try and pull herself forward, wincing, she didn't do it herself though, she reached a hand forward, and just above it, the metal of the jets bottom, twisted, like an invisible hand was grasping it, and technically, it was. The metal moved up, and Polaris moved up with it, then she did it again, and again, in a futile effort to make it to the pilot box.
Logan put a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stop, she was going to tear up the ship at this rate. She looked back at him, her fevered mad eyes glaring, if looks could kill, Logan would have dropped dead then and there.
"Su afortunado, si estuviera en mis plenos poderes, le machacar!" She hissed at him, and then passed out on the floor.
Logan filed away what she had just said in the back of his mind, he recognized it as Spanish, though he didn't know what it meant. She didn't look Mexican, he thought as he picked her up and moved back to the bench again. In her delusions she must have switched languages. That seemed possible; he pulled down an air mask from the overhead compartment and wrapped the cords around her ears so that it wouldn't fall off her face. He had always wondered how linguists kept their thoughts straight after they learned more than one language.
He'd ask the professor and Hank if they knew Spanish one of them had to, and if not one of the kid's had to have taken at lest a year at their school, from what he'd herd when the kid's ate and complained about school it was required to have a second language to graduate.
They where a good hour away from the institute by now, so he had time to kill, he propped his boots on the console and leaned back in his char, and relaxed. What had she said, he wondered, ah well didn't matter much, probably wasn't anything important. Still, it would bug him until he got to ask somebody. He tried to repeat what she said, and scowled, he'd have to work on his pronunciation. He didn't want to look like an idiot. And languages where temperamental, a mispronounced syllable could change the meaning entirely. He worked on the word's silently in his head for a while, then tried them out loud, satisfied at the result he said them a few more times, then went silent.
What he didn't see was the woman in the back, she was awake for the time being, and staring at the ceiling, she herd the words for their true meaning: Your lucky, if I was at my full power, I'd crush you.
She didn't remember that she had said them only a little while ago, all she knew was that she had gotten in a fight with Sabertooth and lost, the last thing she saw before she passed out was the man in the cockpit.
She was sure she was on her way right now to Magneto, and that he would kill her. But right now she was too sick to move, it felt like she was going to be sick any minute now, her inside felt like lead, and they felt just as heavy as it.
She was scared there was no use hiding it. No, scared didn't even define it. She was terrified. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream in rage at the fact that she had been caught after running for so long, but most of all she wanted somebody, anybody to hold her, and tell her it would be all right, she was tired, tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of living, if you could call it living.
She began murmuring softly the song, 'You are My Sunshine', and she remembered her mother used to sing it to her every night before she went to sleep. Right before she died, her mother had told her that one day she would find her sunshine. Polaris knew it was corny, she knew it was stupid but it was what kept her going, and at least she had that.
Just as the thought entered her head she passed out, and didn't wake up for a long time.
Logan from the cockpit, thought he heard something, he swiveled around in his chair and walked up to the broken metal door, peering in he saw the woman hadn't moved at all, but in the darkness, he caught sight of a slight glimmer as one single tear slide down her cheek, it must be my imagination, he thought and turned around.
A/N: Whatta think? I demand a review from somebody, I don't care who anyone is fine, please? R&R.