Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men unfortunately. But if you see a Logan-muse running around...he's mine...-_o I only really own Hallie...and the plotline...although I do hafta give credit to my muse. Nevermind that...
Summary: Alternate Reality. Logan and his wife run into problems when Hallie is abducted. (and no, not by aliens) x_O
Note: Ok, I know I was gonna do a sequel to The Drifters, but this idea popped into my head and I just hadta write it down first. If not my Logan-muse woulda pummeled me 'till I did. x_O heh. No, okay, not really, he's a nice feral muse. Anyways...This fic uses Hallie from The Drifters, but doesn't take place in that timeline.
2nd Note: In this story, Logan and Hallie are married, and they live in a big house in New York with Jean, Scott, and Ororo. Charles Xavier is Jean's surrogate father and he gave them all the house to live in. Oh yeah, and Scott and Logan actually don't hate eachother here, they're pretty good friends (for a change). Alrighty, on with the fic!
Stolen
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"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE'S MY WIFE!?" Logan growled, yelling into the bartender's face as he pinned him to the wall.
"I already toldja 3 days ago, I don't know!" the bartender told him firmly, his greasy brown hair falling into his face.
Scott put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Take it easy Logan, just let him go."
Logan's wife, Hallie, had been missing for 3 days now. The last he had seen her was just before she left the house to stop at the bar/liquor store to buy him a six pack of Molsen. That night when she didn't come back, Logan went to the bar, only to find their truck, the driver's door wide open, keys in the ignition, and the six pack of beer on the passenger side seat. He traced her scent as far as it went, even through the woods, but once he got to a road, the scent just stopped. He figured there was a car that took her away, but they haven't been able to trace it yet. The thing that infuriated Logan the most, was the smell of some man, lingering with Hallie's scent. He knew she would'n't've just gone off with some guy, that she had to have been abducted. Now his blood was boiling in an urge to find this guy, and get his Hallie back.
Logan let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground. He spun on his heel and stormed past Scott to leave the bar.
Scott sighed, watching as the bartender got to his feet. "Are you sure you didn't see anything?"
The man just shook his head, straightening out his wrinkled and dirty shirt. "Nope. Look, I'm real sorry about this. He an' the woman come in here all the time, they're good customers, sometimes there's a fight or two, but no real trouble."
Scott nodded sadly. "And you didn't see anyone unusual, talking to Hallie or anything like that?"
The bartender shook his head again, then Scott thanked him and walked out of the bar where Logan was waiting in the car.
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Hallie huddled to the corner of the dark room, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and not warm enough to keep her from near freezing most of the time. She was going to use her powers before, but the walls of the small, dark room were lined with copper, a conductor of electricity. Hallie closed her eyes, keeping thoughts of Logan close to her and not letting them go.
Ever since she'd been there, the man that took her gave her no food, and seldom brought water. She was holding onto her very being only by the happy memories of Logan and her friends. Hallie sometimes thought that she would never get back to them, that she would be weakened to a state that was unrecognizable, and then maybe her captor would grant her death.
She couldn't even imagine what this sick psycho wanted with her. So far he hadn't done anything to her besides keeping her in complete darkness and depriving her of food. He hadn't touched her in any way, for which she was thankful, but he hadn't said much either. Hallie worried that whatever he planned to do, it was going to happen soon. Using her remaining strength, she tried a feeble plea for help with her thoughts, hoping she could reach a friend. ~Jean, please...help...~
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Note: Okay, that was short. But I will write more, so just review and it'll happen! x_0
Summary: Alternate Reality. Logan and his wife run into problems when Hallie is abducted. (and no, not by aliens) x_O
Note: Ok, I know I was gonna do a sequel to The Drifters, but this idea popped into my head and I just hadta write it down first. If not my Logan-muse woulda pummeled me 'till I did. x_O heh. No, okay, not really, he's a nice feral muse. Anyways...This fic uses Hallie from The Drifters, but doesn't take place in that timeline.
2nd Note: In this story, Logan and Hallie are married, and they live in a big house in New York with Jean, Scott, and Ororo. Charles Xavier is Jean's surrogate father and he gave them all the house to live in. Oh yeah, and Scott and Logan actually don't hate eachother here, they're pretty good friends (for a change). Alrighty, on with the fic!
Stolen
*****
"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE'S MY WIFE!?" Logan growled, yelling into the bartender's face as he pinned him to the wall.
"I already toldja 3 days ago, I don't know!" the bartender told him firmly, his greasy brown hair falling into his face.
Scott put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Take it easy Logan, just let him go."
Logan's wife, Hallie, had been missing for 3 days now. The last he had seen her was just before she left the house to stop at the bar/liquor store to buy him a six pack of Molsen. That night when she didn't come back, Logan went to the bar, only to find their truck, the driver's door wide open, keys in the ignition, and the six pack of beer on the passenger side seat. He traced her scent as far as it went, even through the woods, but once he got to a road, the scent just stopped. He figured there was a car that took her away, but they haven't been able to trace it yet. The thing that infuriated Logan the most, was the smell of some man, lingering with Hallie's scent. He knew she would'n't've just gone off with some guy, that she had to have been abducted. Now his blood was boiling in an urge to find this guy, and get his Hallie back.
Logan let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground. He spun on his heel and stormed past Scott to leave the bar.
Scott sighed, watching as the bartender got to his feet. "Are you sure you didn't see anything?"
The man just shook his head, straightening out his wrinkled and dirty shirt. "Nope. Look, I'm real sorry about this. He an' the woman come in here all the time, they're good customers, sometimes there's a fight or two, but no real trouble."
Scott nodded sadly. "And you didn't see anyone unusual, talking to Hallie or anything like that?"
The bartender shook his head again, then Scott thanked him and walked out of the bar where Logan was waiting in the car.
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Hallie huddled to the corner of the dark room, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and not warm enough to keep her from near freezing most of the time. She was going to use her powers before, but the walls of the small, dark room were lined with copper, a conductor of electricity. Hallie closed her eyes, keeping thoughts of Logan close to her and not letting them go.
Ever since she'd been there, the man that took her gave her no food, and seldom brought water. She was holding onto her very being only by the happy memories of Logan and her friends. Hallie sometimes thought that she would never get back to them, that she would be weakened to a state that was unrecognizable, and then maybe her captor would grant her death.
She couldn't even imagine what this sick psycho wanted with her. So far he hadn't done anything to her besides keeping her in complete darkness and depriving her of food. He hadn't touched her in any way, for which she was thankful, but he hadn't said much either. Hallie worried that whatever he planned to do, it was going to happen soon. Using her remaining strength, she tried a feeble plea for help with her thoughts, hoping she could reach a friend. ~Jean, please...help...~
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Note: Okay, that was short. But I will write more, so just review and it'll happen! x_0