One kind of moment (1/2)

One kind of moment

By blood_red_cherry

Disclaimer: None of these characters (character) belong to me except for Bonnie Wolfe. And the one line from "Turn Off The Lights belongs to Nelly Furtado NO INFRINGMENT INTENDED, there is absolutely no money being made from this fiction.

Summary: Wolverine is jogging out his anger (in good old Canada) and crashes into a young woman on a bike, and has a flash of kindness.

Archive: Only on FanFiction.Net please.

His feet pounded against the asphalt, his lungs screamed for oxygen but he ignored them and pushed on. She never saw him coming. She adjusted the helmet on her short blue hair and pushed off her bike. Logan saw a flash of silver before he blind sided the woman. He felt a sharp pain in his legs and was sent sprawling. There was a sharp yelp of surprise and a loud crash and the sound of metal grinding against asphalt.

He crouched panting on the ground, before it registered that he had hit a bicycle. The back tire was wiring against his arm. There was a soft gasp, a whimper from pain and the stench of blood was in the air. She lay sprawled, on her side, her bike half twisted under her body. She felt a sharp pain in her leg and up her left arm. Her breath was coming out in sharp spurts. Her blurry eyes focused and she realized that her nose was inches from the asphalt, the skin from the tip of her nose was scraped off and she struggled to push herself up. She cried out when she looked down at her left arm, the black cotton of her tight sweater was shredded and so was her skin underneath. She felt someone brush her ankle and she looked down, blinking slowly, her sunglasses unmarred from the accident. She reached up a shaking hand and peeled off her sunglasses. The sun was blazing and burned her eyes, she squinted down at Logan, who was gripping her ankle loosely with a slender hand. He was silent as he walked on all fours until his hands fluttered down and rested on her shoulders. A small crowd had gathered and she heard a distressed woman shouting for someone to call 9-1-1. It wasn't really that bad was it? Just a small accident…

Logan helped lift her up as two other men dragged the twisted bike cautiously out from under her. Then Logan lay her head down on the pavement. She pushed herself up.

Her left leg was a mass of red where her dark jeans had been before.

"Oh God," she whispered her hand drifting over her leg.

Logan grabbed her wrist, pushing it back.

"No, don't touch it." He said gruffly. Then he looked up at her, his eyes were dark and fierce and his mouth was twisted into a thin line. His dark hair was messed on top of his head, and his face was covered in thick stubble. She was silent as he reached out and brushed the tip of her nose delicately with his thumb. She sucked in all of her breath.

"You okay?" Logan asked.

She bit her lip as tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head. She saw blurry figures crowding around them.

"Shit man, did you see that?" One voice asked.

"Came right out of freaking nowhere!" Another exclaimed.

She found it hard to sit there as the pain seared through her legs but she found it much more excruciating to move. Even to brush a hand across her tear stained burning cheeks.

"Hon," a woman called. "The paramedics are here."

One man in blue lay a hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

Logan nodded his head.

Two other paramedics gripped under her arms and her knees and hefted her up onto the stretcher. The woman paramedic began talking to her.

"What's you're name?"

"Bonnie Wolfe." She replied.

"Do you feel any pain in your head or any dizziness?"

Bonnie shook her head.

A police man was busy talking to Logan, who was talking slowly and deliberately, pointing to where he had come from.

When they were ready to load her onto the ambulance Bonnie saw Logan turn to walk away.

"No," she said, Logan turned sharply. "Will you stay with me?" She heard herself asking. The man hesitated, then took a step forward, following the woman into the ambulance.

***

Bonnie swallowed thickly and pried her heavy lids open. The harsh white walls of the hospital reflected the bright sun and Bonnie closed her eyes tightly shut. She felt something in her hand and opened her eyes slowly and looked down. She saw her sunglasses and slipped them onto her head with her uninjured hand.

"Thanks." She said to Logan who sat in a chair opposite to her bed.

He didn't reply and she looked over to him. "How long have I been out?" She asked.

Logan shrugged. "A few hours. Its almost four in the afternoon." He gripped a bouquet of flowers.

"Are those for me?" Bonnie asked, referring to the large burgundy flowers.

Logan nodded.

"You didn't have to do that..." She said, she held out her hands and he thrust them into her arms. "Thanks. These are my favorite." She sat setting them down on the table.

"Oh...your Mom was here, she left though, a couple of minutes ago." Logan said, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh." Bonnie said, her eyes clouded over and she looked down. Upset that her Mother couldn't have waited a few moments longer.

Oh well. That was Patricia Wolfe for you. She was a busy woman and even a daughter-her only one- in the hospital, couldn't keep her from the law firm.

Her eyes flickered down the mans lean frame. "Are you okay? From what I remember, you took a pretty big fall yourself."

Logan nodded his head, but she saw that the knees of his dark sweat pants were ripped. She saw that underneath, there was no bandages over his skin and it was pink and twisted and scarred. There was silence for a moment. Bonnie realized that she probably looked like hell. "Oh man, I probably look like crap right about now." She smoothed down her short indigo blue pixie cut. Her hair stuck out all over her head and she tried to make it behave the best that she could. Logan shook his head. "You look fine."

Bonnie smirked. "Thanks for trying, but I know your lying." She shifted her weight and groaned at the pain that shot up her leg. She looked down. Her left leg was bandaged tightly, as was her left arm. But as far as she knew nothing was broken. She let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't know whether to lick my wounds or say woe is me instead." She mumbled.

Logan's ears perked up. "Excuse me?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. Its just a line from a song." She said. She stared back at him with bright unfaltering bright blue eyes, that went well with the fading color of her hair. Her round face was unmarked except for her nose which was scraped. She yawned and Logan heard her stomach rumble loudly.

"Is there any food around here?" She asked.

Logan shook his head. "Perfect." Bonnie snapped, and her stomach rumbled again.

Logan suddenly reached into the pocket of his gray sweatshirt, where there was a circle of darker fabric from which he ripped a emblem. He pulled out a half eaten chocolate bar.

"It's kind of melted, but I think its okay." He said holding it out.

Bonnie reached for the Snickers bar. "Its not like I'm going any where for a while." She noticed that he didn't even smile at her attempt at a joke. "So what's your name?" She asked, pulling down the wrapper. She took a large bite.

"Logan." Logan replied.

"Running from something?" Bonnie asked her mouth full.

"Pardon?" Logan asked, not sure if he heard right.

"Well something must have been on your mind if you missed a bicycle in your path. That beast was kind of hard to miss." Bonnie said grinning, sad for the loss of her silver vintage bicycle.

"Yeah, I did actually." Logan replied.

"A woman?" Bonnie asked.

Logan looked at her.

"Lucky guess." She shrugged.

"I guess you could say she's a woman." Logan said to no one but himself.

"What?" Bonnie asked. "Oh, never mind. Its none of my business." She blushed slightly. Remembering how her Mother always told her to mind her own business. "Has the doctor been in here yet?" She asked. Changing the subject.

Logan nodded. "A few times."

Bonnie licked her lips. and scratched her chin. She licked her lips again and drummed her fingers on the metal bar of the hospital bed. She shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into her mouth as the door was pushed open and a man who Bonnie assumed was the doctor walked in. "Hey Bonnie, how you feeling?" He asked cheerfully.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Meh." She replied. The doctor chuckled. "I'm just going to change and dress your leg and arm." He set his clip board down and began to un bandage her leg. A few seconds later a nurse walked in wheeling a cart with gauze and ointment on it. "The cuts weren't too deep. And thankfully we don't have to worry about stitches." He lifted her leg gently and handed the used gauze to the nurse. "Your leg and arm should hurt for a few days, and there might be some heavy scabbing, but other than that, I don't think the scars will be all that bad. You should be back to normal in a few weeks. Oh and I'm very sorry Bonnie, we did all we could...but your bike didn't make it. It was pretty much crushed under impact."

"I figured as much." She replied as the doctor spread the ointment onto her leg. She winced at the stinging but kept her mouth shut.

The nurse wrapped her leg and the doctor finished with her arm. "Lunch should be around in about five minutes." The nurse said before leaving.

"You were very grown up during that whole process." Logan with a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Thanks." Bonnie replied dryly.

Five minutes later as promised, lunch was brought it, the tray was placed onto another tray that was placed onto her lap. She scanned her meal and made a face at the smell and mass of brown lumps on her plate. "Yummy." She said sarcastically. Reaching for the jello. She suddenly realized that Logan was still in there. "You don't have to stay here, really." She said, although she was lying.

Logan shook his head. "No its okay. I feel kind of responsible."

"Why? It was my fault, I should have looked both ways before crossing the street." Bonnie forked jello into her mouth. It was sweet and she sloshed it around in her mouth before swallowing. She held out the plate.

"You want some?" She asked. Logan shook his head. "Are you sure? Its strawberry, the best kind." Logan shook his head again.

Bonnie ate the rest of her jello and the nurse came by a few hours later to clean the tray away. Logan's watch said it was almost six and he settled into his chair.

"So why are you running? What happened with this woman?" Bonnie asked, before she could help herself.

"Its complicated." Logan replied.

"Ah, I can take a 'don't go there' hint when I hear one." Bonnie said sheepishly.

"No its not that, its just..."

"Complicated?" Bonnie finished for him.

"Yeah." Logan replied.

"I haven't ever been in a relationship long enough for it to get complicated. Its always, 'its not you its me', 'lets just be friends'. I mean, come on. Like a guy really means it when he says that."

Logan shrugged. "Some might." He replied.

"None that I've met so far let me tell you. Mostly my mother sets me up with dates. And let me tell you that woman is a sadist. She really likes to see me suffer." Bonnie was glad to see a small smile. "I swear, not once has my mother set me up with a guy with one once of intelligence. Well sure, their smart, or they wouldn't be becoming lawyers. But they don't think about stuff you know?" She asked.

"I think." Logan replied.

"So where you from?" Bonnie asked.

"Alberta."

"Oh yeah? Where?" She asked.

He pointed up with his fingers. "Up north."

"So how do you like Toronto?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Its cold." He offered.

"Yeah, no kidding. That's the one problem of living in Canada. Having to wear a winter jacket until June." She laughed nervously.

Logan was quiet. Bonnie yawned.

"Hey, its okay you know. You don't have to stay." She said, yawning again.

Logan opened his mouth.

"Really, I'm good. I swear."

Logan closed his mouth. A few moments later he stood up.

"Thanks," Bonnie said, pointing to the flowers. "And for holding my hand." She said, smiling softly when he let go of her left hand.

"Your welcome." Logan said. He stood there awkwardly, before he walked over around the bed and closed the blinds. "Good night." He said.

"Wait," Bonnie reached over and grabbed a flower. She handed it to him. "Here you go." Logan took it gently between two fingers. "Thanks." He said softly.

"Good night." Bonnie said, yawning one more time before closing her eyes. Logan waited until her breathing became slow and regular. Before he bent over and kissed her forehead.

"Good bye." He said. Leaving the flower on the chair before he left, closing the door softly as not to wake her.

Fin

* Coming soon is the Sequel: Intentions without Intents