Title:A Lifetime of Waiting
Genre:Drama/Suspense/Romance/Angst
Marvel:X-Men – trying to keep it all in keeping with canon but its haaarrrrrd
Pairing:Logan (Wolverine) / Alex (Sol) [Original Character]
Warnings:Slash, Angst, Violence, Language, Sexual maybe Death
Overall Story Rating:Mature though not till later
Author's Thoughts:So after watching First Class and then watching every other movie and all the cartoons, both old and new, I became a little infatuated with our Logan. Then I read all Logan/Remy slash I could find, mainly because they both are interesting characters with good back stories and tragedies. I began to think what it would be like to be someone from Logan's past, coming upon him again after so long and finding he can't remember you at all. I think it would be heartbreaking, so I decided to create a new character I could use to tell this story.
I loved the Remy stories that used his empathy well so I incorporated this ability to my character so I could use inspiration from those stories to impact what my character would be feeling onto others.
I am dyslexic, so I do apologise if my writings make no sense, I'll try my best and fully welcome constructive feedback, and probably revise the chapters as I go along. I'm going into this very slowly so don't expect any graphic scenes till well later.
I would like to thank every author on Remylicious, for the inspiration and for ShelbyLensherr for the great opening format and the idea to open each chapter with opening comments, his stories are great too and I encourage everyone to read them.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel/X-Men characters used in this story apart from my own. I also will give full credit to any animes (mostly Bleach and Naruto) for fight scenes that I may use later on.
Notes on Chapter 1: I wanted to start off with a slow into to describe who this mystery person was, not even fully explaining his powers or appearance until the next chapter. I do switch between neutral and personal POV quite often so I hope it's easy to follow. For canon I think the area where its set is quite interesting, but I'll let you go find out why yourself ;). Also I apologise for scientific terms as I was a physicist a long time ago and habits die hard. Please give feedback on improvement but no flame, if you don't like it I understand but I can't do anything about it, ask me to change stuff to make it better and I shall.
A Lifetime of Waiting
Chapter 1 – Old Ties, New Encounters
It was a perfect Sunday morning. Not a cloud in the sky and a faint breeze to accent the streaming sunshine. Birdsong filled the air and the smell of cherry blossom eased the minds of all who smelt it.
The only non-peaceful sound to be heard was the mutterings and frequent curses puncturing the dreamy scene. The only indication of the source was a pair of legs, bound in grease stained jeans sticking out from under a jeep. From the snarl's emanating from beneath the vehicle anybody would think a wild animal had become trapped, anybody not familiar with the feral man now sliding himself out with a grunt. Trying the ignition a smug smile tugged the corners of his mouth when the engine purred smoothly. Satisfied he bent down to pick up his tools and wipe oil from his hands with an already filthy rag. An alarm split the air and the smile vanished as the man began to run, cursing louder than his earlier rants.
Miles to the North in the Alberta province of Canada a slow fog was rolling across Utikuma Lake. An island, lying almost hidden within the shroud, seems both enchanting and foreboding from the lakeside when accompanied by the chill in the air. Standing on the beach of this small islet was a lone figure, staring out across to the mainland. The remains of shackles and other restraints littered the ground around him and the trail of metal and wiring lead back from the man towards a hatch, once sunken into the ground, now torn open and its purpose now defunct.
The figure moved slowly stretching long-bound limbs and muscles, the cracking of joints piercing the silence. Sighing he tightened all his muscles and a gold sheen started to form around his body till it formed a corona covered his entire body, small flames leaping out and falling back into the fiery aura that now engulfed the body. Oddly his garments, a skin-tight shirt, and shorts were not consumed by this display of power, trailing tubes that ran from the attire floated upwards as if caught in an updraft, but nothing more. After a few minutes the man opened his eyes and the effect faded. Now fully awake he looked around for any signs of life, malicious or otherwise.
A sound, ears picking up the soft sound of an aircraft. Jet? No this was faster, quieter, he could barely feel the presence or the disturbance in the air, the mist too was thickening instead of dispersing from the craft. Mutants? Had they come for him?
NO! Never again, he thought and with a speed and grace betraying what his newly freed body should be able to perform he leapt into a high dive, a few ripples betraying his entry point.
Back on the island a sleek black silhouette descended and touched down, it's already quiet engines cutting out, only the hydraulic sound of a ramp from the dark shadow opening and three pairs of metallic steps exiting the craft could be heard.
"Storm, ease up of the fog okay," came a voice from one of the figures, "A sneaky approach only works if we can see where we're going, and we'll be tripping over each other in this stuff."
"Speak for yourself bub," a deeper voice growled out as the fog started to dissipate, "I can smell ya jus' fine, and it's a nice change not to see yer ugly mug." A flash of a smirk was just caught as the last remnants of the fog swirled into nothing.
"Enough of that Wolverine." A stern but soft voice came from a woman, white hair whipping around her face in the aftermath of her powers, stark contrast to her dark skin and shocking blue eyes. "What exactly are we looking for here Cyclops?" she directed the question to the taller man, glaring at the shorter, not that you could tell with a visor covering his eyes.
Turning to face his comrade he replied, "Charles wasn't too clear with the details, Storm. Suffice to say Cerebro picked up a spike of abnormal power from this area, lasting long enough to pinpoint this island. The Professor also said the energy wasn't comparable to any mutants' powers seen so far, so we could be looking at newly awoken manifestation, but as to why they'd be on this tiny island is unknown."
"I don't think this was some kid, Cyke." Wolverine had started surveying the area, now clearly visible, catching sight of the torn hatch a few yards away. His nostrils flared, picking up a lingering scent. "Whoever was here, they're not now, and by the looks of it they just broke clean outta that" he gestured and started forward sniffing to keep the scent. This scent...is seemed so familiar...had he met this person before? It wasn't like Creed's filthy odour, or anyone he could name easily, like the memory of someone. Of course for Wolverine this couldn't help, his memory wasn't the most reliable. He inhaled deeply, he didn't conjure any ill feelings but still...By this point he stood at the lakeside, his keen eyes making out the impressions of someone who'd stood there, not minutes ago.
"It looks like a containment cell of some kind," mused Storm, "looks like he was bound and suspended in a fluid, with feeding tubes and life support, looked fully automated, no monitoring at all. More like a prison. Who would do this monstrous act?" Wind picked up and swirled sand around the scene, before she sighed and regained control. Wolverine glared back, not wanting the scent to be scattered, his eyes flicked over the hatch entrance and the remains scattered from the cell. *FLASH* He was in a tube, floating, tubes ran over his body, his insides were burning, he couldn't scream.
"Yer'd be surprised what people can do." He muttered in disgust, eyes flashing back to the lake he scanned the far side. There, on the other side, a figure rising from the lake, looking back, and then running up the incline into the trees. "I see 'im. He's getting away," whipping round to the startled woman, "Throw me over Storm, or we'll lose 'im." Blinking back her surprise, she raised her arms and strong winds wrapped themselves around the squatting man, slowly lifting him into the air. "Hold on, my friend." She yelled over the noise before flinging her hands towards the far shore.
Trees whipped by fast as the man ran up away from the lake and those three mutants. He'd seen them, and one had certainly seen him. Cursing he pushed his protesting body faster, over the ridge where it thankfully started to slope downwards, granting him further speed. Almost all energy spend on not tripping and falling over, he almost didn't hear the sounds, but his trained ears told him someone was tailing him, at an alarming speed. Risking a quick glance he saw a figure, the one who'd seen him at the lake, closing the gap alarmingly fast, manoeuvring between the trees with ease, still too far to make out any features. Damn, he's too fast and I'm not strong enough yet to outpace him. Looking back again he mentally sighed. Fine they want me I'll show them what I can do.
Using his speed he leapt forwards straight towards a suitably thick tree, turning in the air to strike it feet first. The impact made his teeth hurt as he clenched them and concentrated, feeling the impact energy that should have dispersed flow up his body before surging back down to his legs, now bent in preparation. Looking back at his target he pushed off the tree with both his legs and the redirected power.
Seeing his prey leap forward, then to just as fast come hurtling back towards him, almost made the sprinting Wolverine stumble, but his battle trained instincts recovered and tightened his muscles propelling himself into the air as well, his hands extended in front, he heard the snick of his claws sliding out.
What happened next he could never have prepared for. The man flying at him started in shock, his eyes widened and his posture, even mid-air, slackened. "Logan?!"
Before either one could react they collided with a sickening thud and slammed back to the ground rolling, locked together, down the decline. Eventually coming to a stop, Wolverine pulled himself off the man. A sickening sound came from his claws exiting the from the sides of the chest where they'd impacted, crimson quickly forming around the wounds. Panting to regain his breath the feral side cheered over his prey caught, while all his other senses screamed at him.
"What'ya gone and done now?" He whispered to himself. Hearing steps behind him he saw Storm and Cyclops running to join him.
"What the hell happened?" A furious Cyclops demanded "I thought you were gonna catch him not impale him, we need to get him back to Hank right away."
"S'no point Slim, he'll bleed out long before that." Wolverine looked at their leader squarely, refusing to look down at the mess he'd caused. A sudden cough and all heads turned to the body, now beginning to stand up. Storm was quickest and stooped to assist the man straighten up. Turning his head to cough some blood onto the forest floor, he turned back to grin painfully at the small crowd.
"Damn it Logan, been a long time since I was on the receiving end of those claws, you always gotta play rough? *ACK*" He coughed some more and spat blood again. Wolverine was stunned, a strike like that was fatal in minuets, but glancing at the man before him, he could see the gaping holes were no more. Healed? Before he could ask though the man swayed and started to fall, eyes closing as he passed out. Three pairs of arms reached out to catch him, all of them looking as bewildered as each other.