Title: The Plan, Chapter 1
Author: Buffysummers168@yahoo.com
Distribution: – Sure if you want, just email me first and let me know
Rating: – PG 13 for now just for some swearing, could go up to R in the future.
Disclaimer: – Now think about it, if I owned the Wolverine, do you think I'd be sitting on my computer making up a story about him? Hell no! I'd be doing…..well….use your imagination J
bThe Plan/b
uMarie's POV/u
He came back just six short months after leaving me that day in the foyer. I knew he'd come back, even if no one else thought he would. Just like I knew when he said "I'll be back for these", he really meant "I'll be back for you." What I didn't know however, is that this time he'd be coming back with a past.
We sat down that first night he came back, and he told me everything he had found out about himself. His real name, which had eluded him for over 16 years, was James Logan Wolves. He had enlisted in the army in 1945, and in 1950 he was captured by the German government, and was turned into Weapon X, as they called him. They didn't give him the name Wolverine like he thought they did when he still didn't have his memories. It was actually given to him by his friends in the army, a play on words because of his last name, and because of the way he was able to stalk his prey when they were on the front lines of the war.
He has all his memories now. It all came back to him as he was reading the files he found about himself. The government had made him their killing machine. When they had a person they believed to be a traitor to the government, Weapon X was sent to deal with it accordingly. He killed entire families; Mothers, Fathers, children. Apparently, when he shook off the drugs they had him under and he realized what he was doing, the pain and shame became too much for his mind and it put a sort of mental blockade up, making him forget everything that had happened in his life prior to that day.
He cried that night as he told me about all this. I'd never seen him cry before then, and I haven't seen him cry since. I know he doesn't feel like he deserves my friendship, and certainly not my love, but he's so wrong. He's the strongest person I know, and I'm going to make sure he realizes this.
The next three months passed without much incident. We played the roles of best friends, but we were both really fighting our feelings for each other. Too much had changed that night he confided in me, and to be honest, it had changed a long time before then. We had a bond stronger then just friendship.
This brings us to today. Today, I make the Wolverine admit to himself what we've both been trying to fight for months – that we belong together, we need each other, and that he is deserving of my love.
uLogan's POV/u
I know in my head that she's not good enough for me, but that doesn't stop my heart and body from wanting her. I cried to her that night about what my life had been before I met her. She hasn't mentioned it since, but I know she still thinks about it. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks I'm not looking. This look like she needs to protect me or take care of me. This isn't how it's supposed to be! I'm supposed to be looking out for her and protecting her. I haven't been thinking just friendly protector–like thoughts about her lately though. I'm not fooling myself about it. Hell, I've known I've loved her since the night on the statue. Part of protecting her though means I have to protect her from a killer like me as well.
Christ…when did I become such a fucking pansy? I know the answer before I even finish that question though…it was when she jumped in my truck, and made me start thinking about someone other then myself. It was on the statue, when I realized that as I was losing her, I loved her too much to even be able to vocalize. And it was that night, when I cried about the past that I had searched so long for, and then when I realized that all I wanted for a future was her.