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Another year alone, at a bar with her whiskey on the day that is all about hearts and flowers. Not that the stuff holds any value to her anymore, not since her heart froze.
"Whatcha doing here kid?" A gruff voice from her past says from a little behind her to the left. The voice is accopmained by the smell of rich leather, Canadian pine and tobacco.
Logan, the Wolverine.
"I don't see how that is your business anymore Logan. You made it pretty clear that Rogues weren't welcome in your pack or under your protection anymore." She still doesn't turn to face him, she can't after what happened between them, what she thinks happened. The cure didn't work, old reliable came back with a vengeance. So did the old voices that had long gone silent. So did Magneto. Captured, tortured forced to absorb Carol completely, to kill her. Forced back to the school. Detained, fighting with what remained of Carol for control over her own body, her own mind. Logan being called in but unable to help. Winning her private battle and leaving when she learned Logan said he wanted her gone. That she was too much of a threat. What she hadn't seen walking out of the doors of the school was his eyes turn completely yellow, she hadn't looked back. She had been too hurt by Mystique's cruel words while in Wolverine's form to try looking through her tear blinded eyes.
What she doesn't know is that Logan never got Hank's call, he wasn't even in the country. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know that her gift is back and stronger then ever. So when he goes to grab her bare arm, she gets a full unintentional dose of a very hurt and confused Wolverine and he gets the shock of his life, literally.
She screams at the contact back the firey pain that lances through Logan is a two way street she is feeling it too. She gets all his new memories, and the old ones that he had been chasing for so long. She watches as he got married and then how that was all ripped away from him. She feels the influx of emotions and memories. James and Victor having to run away as little boys. The endless wars. The loss of Silver Fox. The tank and bonding process. Striker.