This is a cute little (random) fic I wrote. Reviews are good as always. I don't own Logan and Warren.
Nightmares
Warren cried out in his sleep, "No! No!" The dream was terrifying. Men, all around, with weapons…closing in…coming…closer…pain…hurt…
His wings, fallen on the ground…gone…chopped off…left alone…like him…
Knifes…jabbing…guns…shooting…
Pain, extreme.
Screams, constant.
Death, if only.
We wished. Hoped. Prayed. Screamed.
Hurt.
Tears.
Soft fingers brushed against his bear chest. He awoke.
"Kid?" a husky voice questioned. Warren looked up at the man before him. Logan, he thought, his name was. "What happened?"
Warren didn't speak, he felt like he couldn't. He couldn't breathe. Or move. He was frozen. Num.
"Kid!" Logan yelled, "Talk to me!" Warren struggled to reply, but found all he could manage was a scream. Suddenly he was off the bed, and in somebody's strong arms. His face was tucked against a warm chest, the hair on it rubbing softly against his face.
"Stay with me, kid," the voice said frantically, beginning to pick up their walking pace.
Warren closed his eyes, the quiet hustle of people around him brining back memories of the dream. The halls were so narrow. The people so close. Logan pulled him tighter against his body, cradling him safely in his arms. Warren began to cry, and couldn't stop. Finally he was set down. He didn't know where he was. In some room, the walls all metal. Everything metal. Like his dream.
"NO!" he screamed, as people came in. Logan swiftly picked him up again, brought him to a corner and held him for a second.
Warren slowly was silenced, but still took in large amounts of air at times.
"You're safe," Logan reassured him, "You're safe with me."
Warren inhaled again, and then finally, fell unconscious.
