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: Blah blah blah Marvel, blah blah blah lawsuit, go ahead, I'm an actress, my bank account is empty, baby!!!!Okay, so here is the first fanfic that has made the transition from my journal to the teeming masses. There was much internal battle with making this is movieverse, but I feel the setup of this really works post-movie, post-Logan returning from Canada. Please R/R but be gentleI'm such a fragile soul
Dream Made Real, Chapter 1.
Movieverse: When Logan returns from the Alkali Lake with more questions than answers, his dreams take on a new character, whose identity will change things forever
Chapter One:
He first saw her in the nightmares. The terrors that plagued his sleep for so many years, the fragments of memories, the terrifying images that woke him, shaking, sweating, raging. At first she was just another one of the shadows, another faceless tormentor, or so he thought. But every night she drew closer to where he was held, every night the lines of her face were more defined. Young, no more than a child of 8 or 9, looking at him with teary eyes, reaching her little hand to him, but every time he reached for her, the dream broke, and he flung himself awake, roaring and gasping for breath. The child's presence in the dreams had grown more intense since he returned from Canada, back from the Alkali lake that the Professor had told him might provide answers to the mystery of his past.
"Jack shit is what it provided," he snarled internally. He had found nothing of any use, and came back to the mansion with more questions than he had left withand an even worse mood. They were pleased to see him return, Rogue especially, and Logan begrudged them the fact that secretly, he was glad to be back as well. The concept of belonging somewhere was still so foreign to him, and as much as he instinctually pushed that kindness and acceptance away, there was a part of him that craved it, welcomed it, and yearned for it when he was away. Not that he would ever let them know that.
That morning's nightmare had put him in a state not well received by the other inhabitants of Xaiver's. He charged past Ororo and Xavier at breakfast without a word, and nodded gruffly to Rogue, who rolled her eyes at the prospect of yet another day of Logan Rage. He even avoided Jean, who they had all come to depend on for bringing him into somewhat of a civil manner over the last weeks. He was violently adjusting the exhaust pipe on his new motorcycle when he smelled Scott behind him.
"Get the hell away from me, Summers."
Scott knew better, but just couldn't resist.
"Wake up on the wrong side of the cage again, Logan?"
Scott barely had time to duck as the wrench hurtled past his head. Snarling every obscenity he knew, Logan stomped into the grounds of the mansion, cursing everyone there for just being in his damn way. The lack of sleep was starting to get to him, and the images from the nightmares never left his mind. The little girljust another question, just another part of the hell. He seriously considered drinking a bottle or eight of Old Turkey, just to knock himself out. Deep, black sleephe craved it desperately.
That night he was asleep before he could even pull the sheet over him. Rogue peered into his room, relieved to see him in some sort of peace, however short the relief may be. As the night waned, a cold rain began falling hard, and the thunder incorporated itself into the terrifying images that flung his unconscious body around in the bed, moaning in agony and rage in his ever-restless sleep. And as she had every night for weeks, the small figure of the girl slowly approached, a tiny light amongst the looming, dark figures of torture, her sad face glowing white against her dark hair. Closer and closer she came, her eyes burned like blue flame, tears slowly gliding down her cheeks. She reached for him, and the bonds that held his arms fell away as he reached his rough, large hand towards her ethereal one. This is where the dream always broke, but tonight
"LoganLogan, I've looked for you for so long"
Her voice was like crystal windchimes. Logan didn't believe in angels, but if he did, he thought for sure this child would be one. In a sudden burst of power, he reached for her, and as their fingers touched, the light that surrounded the girl encompassed him as well, and he thought, in his half-conscious mind,
"I'm dead. She's takin' me away"
He was flung awake in a cold sweat, and still half-asleep, he tore out of the bed, blindly running through the mansion and out onto the grounds, the cold rain and mud making his bare feet slip as he ran.
"Where the hell is she?"
He couldn't tell what was reality and what wasn't. All he knew was that he had to find her, real or not. He didn't know where he was running, but he clamored for sight of the little girl, tearing branches and brush away as he ripped through the woods, snarling, completely feral and desperate for the burning blue eyes.
She was silouetted in white light, tall, impossibly thin, a dripping shag of purple-black hair against glowing white skin. She was probably 20 years old or sobut the eyes were the same. She stood 10 feet in front of him, not moving, tears and rain combined on her cheeks.
"Logan" the windchime voice was the sameIt was her. He felt it in his bones. The emotion he felt wasn't joy, nor rage, it was justoverwhelming.
"Snikt!" He didn't mean for the claws to come out, it was just that his mind was spinninghe felt completely out of control. Still snarling, his hair in his face, bare feet caked with mud, he stood motionless, staring at the figure before him.
"LoganI can't believe you brought me home"
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