There are a lot of skips in this prologue, but I think it's okay, considering it's a prologue and mostly a sort of recap from "The Memory Slips". The more reviews I get, the more motivated I'll be to continuing the story. No flames please, constructive critisism though is welcomed. The one's in bold are parts of the last story that weren't flashbacks.
Prolouge
"Oh, sweetie, it'll be okay," he said, trying to calm his girlfriend. "Your dad said he'd be careful."
"Your not scared? At all?" she asked, pulling away from his embrace to look him in the eyes.
He thought for a moment about what he should tell her. Of course he was scared, he was terrified, but he didn't want to scare her. His eyes softened as he made eye contact, "I'll be fine, I promise. If I do this then maybe your dad will accept me, your brother has finally gotten nicer."
"I know, but I'm still scared." She leaned tight into him again.
"Alright Logan, let's go," Clara's dad called from inside his experimental labratory.
"It'll be fine, Clara. My sweet Clara." Logan leaned in and kissed her. Lightly at first, but then pulled her closer and kissed her harder.
"Logan!" Clara's dad called again.
Logan pulled away, and looked at her caringly once more before stepping through the door. Clara followed after, hesitantly, and sat in the corner of the small room.
Clara's dad, Willaim Stryker, instructed the boy to remove his shirt and get into the tub of green liquid. Logan shivered a bit as the cold of the substance shot up his legs, but got in and laid down, placing his head on the built in headset. Clara wathed nervously. She knew how it was supposed to work.
She knew Logan was a type of mutant who's body would heal itself from merely every wound. The thought of a mutant wasn't new to her; her brother was able to project images or hallucinations into other's minds. She, herself, was also a mutant. She had the ability to turn into animals, all of which were black with lightening bolt streaks down the sides. She didn't feel scared for her boyfriend for this reason, she was scared because her dad hated mutants.
Her dad took a thin needle and injected it into the boy's shoulder and another into his upper thigh. He then walked behind a podium which Clara took to be some sort of control panel. He pushed a button, and Clara saw a silvery, thick liquid run down the tubes. As Logan closed his eyes in preparation, the liquid went through his skin, and into his bloodstream.
Within a minute, burns began working their way from the inside of him out to his skin. Logan began screaming out in pain. "Stop! Father, stop!" Clara yelled, running forward to the side of the tub and looked down at the screaming man. She turned back to her father to see him push another button which made the silver liquid flow faster. "No!" she looked around and saw her brother, Jason. While he was in his newly acquired wheel shair, he was concentrating, hard.
He suddenly appeared and Logan stopped his screaming and glared at him. He saw the knife in the vision guy's hand. He had it clamped down against her neck so hard it was already bleeding. He laughed at her as she struggled against him, and as Logan stopped screaming.
"I told you, she's mine. You wouldn't leave her to me, she's mine!" the boy hissed.
"Sam...Sam let me go, please? Logan! Please!" the young girl screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Clara fell back on the ground, clutching the whole left side of her face. Logan began screaming again. Clara looked around and found a sharp, metal instrument. She grabbed it and swung it over her head as she lunged at the podium. Bringing it down, she stabbed the metal into the controls. Again, she was sent to the ground, her hands now burned black, and her face still freely bleeding.
Logan couldn't take the burning anymore. He stood up and ripped the needles from his body. He screamed louder once he saw his claws, and then Clara...his Clara, on the ground dangerously hurt, from his claws.
He couldn't stand it. Still screaming, he ran out. Out on the experiment, out on the life he had. He ran out on Clara. The saddest part was, the next day, he wouldn't remember any of his past...
The day before the experiment..."Yes, Logan, sign here, and we'll be all set." Stryker gave a triumphant grin. When Logan hesitated in signing, the scientist added, "I'm sure Clara will appreciate it."
"Appreciate what?" Clara asked, coming down the stairs, having just woken up. She was still in her pajamas, her hair was a mess, and Logan thought she was beautiful. "Hey Logan, what are you doing here so early?"
Logan kissed her lightly when she walked over to him. "I had to talk to your father about something."
Clara narrowed her eyes and looked between the two. "About what?"
"Well...I..." Logan was afraid of what her reaction would be. She always hated her father's experiments.
"He's letting me experiment on him," Stryker said, gladly. "As soon as he signs here."
Clara's eyes widened as she looked back at Logan, but he wasn't meeting her gaze. "Logan?" she asked.
"I-I need the extra money..." he replied, finally meeting her gaze, and almost regretting it when he did.
"Lo-"
"Here's a pen," her father held it out for him. Logan took it, looking down at the contract, feeling as though he were selling his soul. With shaky hands, he signed his name.
"Lo-Logan..." Clara said, almost horrified. "How...why..." When Logan gave the pen back, Clara grabbed his arm and pulled him after her until they were in another room. She threw him in a chair, staring down at him. "Why the hell did you do that? You couldn't possibly need money that bad!"
Logan didn't answer, he didn't even look at her.
"Would you answer me please?!" she yelled, getting really angry now.
"I...can't..." he replied, finally looking up at her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to him until she was sitting on his lap. "Please do not be angry with me, I have my reasons for doing this, I really do."
Clara folded her arms across her chest, "You know how I feel about his experiments. He hasn't had one work out in a long time. What if something happens to you?" she asked, her eyes begginning to tear up as the worry was heard in her voice.
Logan looked at her warmly, then kissed her gently. "I'll be okay. He said he'd be careful."
"But that's what he always says," she leaned her face into his shoulder, giving up on trying to hold back the tears. She let them fall instead. "The last person di..." she couldn't bring her self to say what had happened, but Logan got the idea.
He held her close, putting his chin on her head. Trying to keep his voice calm and even, he stated, "That's not going to happen to me, alright? I'll be the same person I am now, I'll just be new and improved." He tried for a smile, but didn't get one.
"Fine," she pulled away from him. "If you're still alive, come and find me," she snapped, stomping out of the room.
"Clara..." he called after her. When she didn't respond, Logan sighed and walked back through the kitchen until he reached his boots near the front door.
"Logan, here's half the payment I owe you, you'll get the other half after tomorrow." Logan took the envelope from the man, counting to make sure he was being payed what he was supposed to be. "Tomorrow, around one o'clock work for you?"
Logan nodded and walked outside, turning back for just a second. "When Clara finally comes back down, can you tell her to come and see me, I have something for her."
"We'll see..." Stryker said, throwing the boy outside.
There was a knock on the door, and Logan instantly knew who it was. Leaping up, he ran to the door, opening it to find her standing there. She didn't look at him, and from the way her hair fell, and her lines of mascara that ran down her cheeks, he knew she had been crying heavily. "Clara, come inside, please?" he asked. He didn't make any move to touch her, knowing she would have pulled away anyway.
Clara walked inside, and then just stood there, staring at the floor, not wanting him to see her red eyes. She wiped her cheeks again with the back of her hand. "My dad said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I did," he almost started crying when she refused to look at him, his heart breaking a little bit. "Sweetheart, how long have you been crying?"
"I'm not...I mean I haven't been crying."
Logan sighed, sadly. "Come here." He took her hands and led her to the living room. "Will you just sit here for a second, I have something for you." She sat down, wiping her eyes again, making Logan feel even worse. He ran to his room, searching around in his dresser for what he had bought.
Coming back to the room, he sat down on the couch next to her. "Happy birthday, Claire." Clara looked at his hands and saw the most beautiful necklace that she had ever laid eyes upon. It was a silvery blue color, with saphire embedded into it.
Clara smiled, and finally looked up at him. "Oh, Logan, it's beautiful."
Logan smiled at her, caringly. "Turn around, I would love to have the privellege to put it on you." Clara turned around and pulled her hair up. He threaded the necklace around her neck, gently.
Once it was on, Clara let her hair go and looked at it around her neck as she turned back to him. "It's beautiful," she repeated, looking up at him, her eyes twinkling.
"Yes, you are." Clara blushed a bit, making Logan laugh. He ran this thumb along her cheek, erasing the evidence of her crying, before kissing her forehead. "I love you, Clara."
"I love you to," she replied, kissing him.
"How are you coming in that book?" she asked, sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Hold on, I'm getting to a good part," Clara leaned over and read where he was. Instead of staying like that, Logan began just reading it aloud to her.
Clara leaned against his shoulder, and he wrapped his one arm around her, lying it across her stomach. She looked up suddenly when she heard him sniffle a bit.
He blinked, trying to hide it, but a tear fell anyway, and Clara laughed at him. "Oh, is my tough Logan actually crying?"
"It's sad," he said, turning to face her. She laughed again when she saw his red eyes.
"Oh, should we get you a different book?" she reached for the one he was reading, but he pulled it away.
"No, I like this one. Besides, a good cry does everyone good every once in a while, don't you think?" He kissed her gently, then went back to reading the book.
"Logan...help me, please..." he heard her voice pleading, he could hear the fright and the tears in her voice.
"Where are you?" he asked quickly. "...Clara, where are you?!"
"I-I don't know...downtown, in front of that store you like..." she sobbed, and Logan grabbed his keys and shot out into his car, almost forgetting the headlights even though it was pitch black outside.
"Hey, calm down love, I'll be right there okay? Where are they?" he gunned the gas.
Clara must have heard the car because her voice was a little more relaxed. "I can hear them, but I don't know how far away they are...Logan please, I'm really scared."
Logan sighed, "I know, I'll be right there. Don't let them find you, okay? I love you..." he heard a smash and a scream as he guessed the phone had fallen to the ground...and the guys had found her.
He snarled angrily as he sped down the empty streets, ignoring lights and stop signs. "Hold on Claire..." he growled as he swung down the street. He parked the car just as he got out, having to run down the street as he tried to find her. Hearing a halfhearted attempt at a snarl, he turned and saw shadows moving in the store across the street.
"Come here darlin', we won't hurt ya. No need to get all snippy now..." the guys laughed. Logan snarled as he saw Clara backed into a corner, snarling, her wolf fangs gleaming in the little light from outside.
He didn't time to think why they hadn't run away from her when they found out what she was, he just acted. Jumping through the closed window, glass spewing everywhere, he snarled at them again. "Leave her alone."
"Logan..." Clara sighed with relief, changing back and running to him, only to be caught by one of the men. He had fangs, long, saber like fangs, and his fur brushed against her skin as he grabbed her, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark and make her whimper, struggling to get away.
Logan wouldn't have it, and his gaze filled with anger. Without a moments hesitation he grabbed his knife from his back pocket and stabbed it into the nearest guy's neck before pulling it back out and glaring at the other. "Let her go..." he snapped.
Sabretooth bit her again, leaving huge punctures in her shoulder. She was way to frightened...and drugged. Logan finally noticed, they had drugged her. This made him even madder. There was no way she could react fast enough to change and get away from him. She could hardly think at all. "Hmm...no..." Sabretooth laughed, pulling her with him as he backed up.
Clara whimpered again, "Logan..." she pleaded softly, getting the mutant's hard, cracked lips on her's now as punishment.
Logan leapt forward, stabbing his knife deep into the other's shoulder, making him drop Clara. Sabretooth yelled out in anger as he turned to face Logan, who then punched him before taking his place standing in front of Clara, glaring at the other. "Get out...and if I ever see you near my girl again, I'll kill ya. And it won't be a nice pleasant death either, I assure you."
Sabretooth glared, but did as the younger boy instructed, leaving without another word.
"Logan..." Clara said again, and he was suddenly pulling her close to him.
Holding her tightly to his chest, "What were you thinking Clara?! What the hell were you doing out here so late?!"
"I-I got a phone call, and it scared me. Told me they were going to hurt Jason, and you...I..." she had to push away from him quickly as she vomited, the drugs making her sick. "I..."
Logan sighed, just picking her up and carrying her through the broken window to his car, ignoring the loud alarms that were being emitted from the store and the sirens from several blocks away. He put her on his lap as he hopped into the front seat. "Hold on Claire, we've got to get out of here." He wrapped his arm around her tightly and took off quickly, the speedometer never dropping below a hundred as he drove her to his apartment.
Carrying her inside he dropped her on the couch, giving her a blanket, a pillow, and the trashcan, seeing as she was still sick. "We'll talk about it in the morning."
"Don't...don't leave me, please," she begged.
"I'm right here love," he sat in one of the other chairs in the room.
"I'm sorry, I was scared...I got the call, I thought it was just a creepy prank call. About a half hour later I heard someone smash the back window...I was home alone, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to stay there, so I ran. I was trying to find somewhere safe, I didn't think they'd follow me. Thought they would stay in the house, steal something, but then leave..."
"You didn't do anything when they first called you?" Logan asked, not catching anything past that.
"I thought it was just meant to scare me...I didn't think..."
"No, you didn't!" he snapped. "You should have called me, or left then. You could have driven off somewhere."
"I didn't have a car..." Clara told him, her tone growing edgy as his grew angry. "You were probably asleep and would have told me to forget about it because it was probably some idiots who had nothing else to do at three in the morning."
"I wouldn't have said that!"
"Yes you would have! You would have told me I was being paranoid or something and to go back to sleep!" she was yelling now too. She sat up so she could better look at him.
Logan's growl could be heard clear across the room. She was right, he probably would have said that, but that didn't make him any less angry. "So you just ran?! You could have flown you know! They wouldn't have been able to follow you then!"
"I did fly! I don't know how they still found me, but they did! I'm not an idiot. I do think things through!" she yelled.
"Fine Claire, fine. Just...go to sleep," he growled as he leaned his head back in the chair.
"No! Take me home!" she ordered, standing up angrily.
"No, got to sleep," he responded, his voice flat.
Clara saw his jaw clench and knew he wouldn't agree to driving her. "Fine! I'll fly myself home!" she turned, stumbling as she walked, an after effect of the drugs.
"You can't even walk a straight line, how the hell are you going to fly?!" he snapped, having gotten up and caught her before she fell.
"I'll figure it out," she snapped, shoving him away from her and leaving.
A man's head smashed into the bars, blood spewed everywhere, "Would you two shut up?!" Logan snarled from his bed where he was trying to sleep.
"What are you gonna do? Go crying to your girlfriend again?" they asked, picking up the paper and pen that laid on the ground. "What'cha gonna write this time? You wouldn't believe it, these two men started picking on me again. This place is full of meany-faces, come and get me," the two laughed, ripping the papter in two.
"Hey!" he was up in a flash, the other man's throat in his hand. "You are never to touch my stuff again, do you understand me?" he growled.
"F-f-fine..." the other man managed to get out as he started turning blue.
Logan dropped him and turned to punch the other guy who was trying to sneak up on him, sending him sprawling easily. "Now if you two would keep it down," he pulled the two pieces of paper up and sat on his bed, writing again. He told her about how it wasn't all that bad, and that he was only in for a few months, and that he loved her, he wrote that he loved her a lot.
The boy ran after the girl, looking up to the sky, "Why are we here? It's going to rain in like, five minutes. I can hear the thunder already."
"I don't fear the rain," she answered him, turning her head so that he could see her eyes twinkling.
Her lips were blue from the cold, Logan noticed.
"You're cold, come, let's go back." He ran up ahead of her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Just a little farther, please? I don't want to go back home yet, I like it here. Away from people, from their injustices, and their treatments. Can't we just stay, just a little longer, please?" her eyes turned up towards the boy's, pleading to him.
"Fine, but at least take my jacket, you look like you're freezing, and you're gonna be wet soon."
She nodded, relieved that they didn't have to leave yet. Once his jacket was around her shoulders, she walked on. Finally, just before the rain started, she pulled herself into a tree, and climbed up higher in the branches.
"Get down from there! There's going to be lightning any minute."
"Would you stop worrying, Logan? I like it up here, and I'm not afraid."
"But I am, I'm scared for you, please come down."
The girl looked a little shocked by his comment, "I will not come down yet, but you may come up, if you like."
He moaned and grabbed the first branch, climbing up tot he branch just below her. "Alright, I'm up, can we go, please?"
"Why do you worry? The chances we're going to be hit are very low. If you as high as you were the other night, you wouldn't be worried."
"I know you hated seeing me like that, and I'm sorry, I didn't want you to. If you come down now though, I promise I'll stop."
"Why should I believe you, promises are just things people say to get them to agree. Those people they trick are always let down."
"You can trust me, I won't break this one. I really won't, just please, I don't want to see you get hurt."
She sighed, looking down at him, "Alright, I'll come down, but you're gonna have to move so I can step there."
Logan stepped down ahead of her, keeping his eye on her, as the rain finally started. As he watched her, a bolt of lightning hit near them, making the girl jump. She slipped and began to fall.
"Clara!" the young boy yelled as she fell out of his reach. Both Logans jumped to the ground, running to her.
Logan rolled her over, and pressed his hand to her bleeding head as he shouted for help to the unlistening trees.
He saw her wake up, looking up at the boy. "I'm fine, Logan, don't worry about it. Just a bruise."
"I knew something bad would happen, I shouldn't have let you come out here."
"I wanted to come out here. If you hadn't come with me, I would have been here by myself, and that would have been worse, don't you think?"
Logan followed a rain drop run from the girl's cheek, onto her lips. He pressed his lips to where the drop had stopped, and both of them closed their eyes.
Logan's lip was bloodied, though healing. His opponent had just as many wounds, but he didn't seem to be slowing down either. "She sure is a sexy little demon. Shame when you don't get to see her. I can't wait to get her all to myself," Sabretooth laughed.
Logan snarled, throwing another punch, missing him and stabbing the trunk of a tree. He turned and slashed with the other arm, sending great tufts of hair and spurts of blood to his feet. Soon enough he had his other arm free, but jumped and stared when he heard a gun shot. He saw Mariai lying on the ground, then saw Stryker take another shot with a stunning gun at John. Then saw him with his old shot gun in his other hand, the barrel staring right at the middle of Clara's forehead.
His head was immediatly smashed into the tree repeatedly. Turning he made a final stab at Sabretooth, hitting him square in the chest. He let out one last breath before falling foreward onto Logan. Logan pushed him away and stared back at where Clara was...had been just a moment before, to see a...what was that...a wolverine snarling and ripping at the man who had been holding the gun, though you couldn't truly call it a man now...not without his skin, and everything else intact.
"Clara!" Logan called, running for her.
She turned and snapped onto his leg when he got close to her, not knowing who it was. "Oh, Logan...I'm sorry.." she turned back and helped catch him slightly and help him to the ground. "Sorry...I thought you were someone else trying to get us...sorry..." she said, feeling really bad now.
"Don't worry about it darlin'. It doesn't hurt that bad now," she looked down and saw his wound had healed already, though his pants were caked in blood. "That's not all from you," he told her as he saw his expression. "Most of it's not from you," he added, motioning over to the dead mutant.
Clara shivered, "He scared me...ugh...nasty evil little--"
Logan pulled her down and kissed her fiercely, interupting her. "He doesn't matter anymore, he's dead, and I'm here. You're safe now baby."
Clara smiled, kissing his forehead gently. "I love you Logan."
"I love you too Claire. Now let's get these two out of the rain shall we? Though we're gonna need another car..."
Logan entered his english class half an hour late, as usual.
"Logan, where were you?" asked the horse voiced, long-nosed teacher Mr. Williamson.
"Does it matter? I'm here now, aren't I?" Logan sneered.
"It's the first day of the semester, Logan."
Logan gave a loud yawn.
"Fine, sit there by Miss Stryker," he pointed to a table with an empty seat.
"Whatever..." he sat down, not even bothering to look at the girl next to him.
"We were on page twelve," Mr. Williamson's eyes narrowed at the boy.
"Whatever..." Logan flipped the book open, noticing how the girl next to him fidgeted. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" he asked quietly, completely sarcastic.
She ran her hand through her long, brunette hair, holding it back to let her ocean blue eyes bore into him. "Don't talk to me."
Logan would have responded with a sharp retort that probably would have gotten him at least a detention, if not several, but he couldn't. Whatever it was in those eyes, he couldn't find his voice to argue. "Fine..."
The girl, this Miss Stryker, didn't like him. That much he could tell. But why? She didn't look like much of a teacher's pet type, so the fact he was a jerk shouldn't bother her so bad, she had shown she wasn't much of a saint either.
"Stop looking at me," she hissed, writing in a notebook, not even looking up at him.
"What's your name?"
"None of your buisness."
"You know mine."
"The teacher said it, I never asked for it," she glared at him for a second before turning back to her writing.
"What are you writing?" he asked, trying to peek over her arm.
She grabbed the paper, tore it out, and crumpled it up before he could see any of it. "None of your buisness."
She hated him! But why? Had he really done anything to her. He thought back to previous nights when he'd been either drunk or high. It was possible, but he would think that those eyes would have stayed with him. "Do I know you?"
"No," she answered, starting something on a new piece of paper.
"...Are you positive?"
"Absolutely," she answered. "I never would have spent time with you, or speak to you, even if I had a chance."
"I've never come up and talked to you or anything? You look like somebody I would-"
"Don't. Start." She hissed, "I don't need some son of a bitch staring me up."
Nope, definetly not a saint. "Fine..."
As soon as the bell rang she was up and heading for the door. "Wait!" Logan called, racing after her. To his own surprise, she stopped and waited. He hadn't expected that, and now he couldn't think of anything to say to it.
She stood there waiting for him to say something, her eyebrows raising as she fidgeted between feet, wanting to leave.
"Um, what class do you have next?" he asked, then finally remembering his mistake, flinched.
"School's over..." she rolled her eyes and started off again.
"No! Wait!" he ran after her, grabbing her arm and turning her around. "Where're you going anyway?"
"I've got a boyfriend," she told him, trying to step around him. "And I'm going to meet him, thank you very much." She gave him a shove, moving around him finally.
Again he grabbed her, pinning her to the lockers with a hand on either side of her head. "I don't know if I believe you..."
"Really? Cause he's coming down the hall now," she motioned with her eyes.
He turned his head to look, seeing a group of boys heading their way, one with a death glare ready for him. "Your boyfriend seems to think he's pretty tough."
"He is...now if you would please-"
"Hey!" suddenly Logan felt a hand at the back of his shirt, yanking him back. "That's my girl you bastard."
"Your girl? I don't see your name on her anywhere," Logan hissed, pushing him away and readjusting his shirt over his shoulders.
"Michael," Clara ran to him, stepping in between the two boys. "Let's just go, okay? We were gonna go see that movie right?"
"Clara...just let me talk to him for a minute, then we can go."
"Michael," Clara stepped in front of him again as he tried to get around her.
Clara...so her name was Clara...at the moment, that was the only thing running through his head: Clara.
"Fine, let's go..." he wrapped his arm over her shoulders possesively, turning to go.
"He's cheating on you," Logan said quietly, so quietly none of the other's picked it up, but Clara had, to his surprise.
"What?"
"Your 'boyfriend', Michael, he's cheating on you," Logan waited a moment, then raised his gaze to meet her's.
"And what makes you think I cheated on her?" Michael snarled, but that alone was enough evidence. Instead of a straight out denial or apology, he wanted to know what evidence lay on the table.
"I can smell it on you," Logan's gaze lingered on the girl before slowly sweeping over to the man with his arm still around her shoulders. "It wasn't too long ago by the scent of it."
Clara raised an eyebrow, but before she could ask, Michael spoke up again. "You son of a bitch," he threw a punch at his accusor, earning a gasp from Clara as Logan stumbled back, more in surprise than pain.
"Michael!" Clara made to run for Logan when she saw the blood running from his lip.
"Don't worry about it," Logan let out in a growl, wiping his lip once as he stood before getting awe stares as they watched it heal before there eyes. Logan wasn't sure what to do, up until now he had been able to hide it. Now this girl, whom didn't even give a damn for him, had forced it into showing. His gaze turned to her's angrily to find her face was the only one not in shock. Her eyes went from surprised to understanding as he watched her. "Clara..."
She watched him, her mouth pulling up into a smile. One hell of a smile, he couldn't help but add mentally. "You freak..." Michael let out. "Leave my girl alone, and give up on these nonsense accusations," he threatened, not making a move for him until his little gang had circled around him, leaving him no escape option.
Logan didn't notice, his eyes were still connected with Clara's, everything else was a blur; that was until he felt something hard hit his leg and he was sent to the ground.
"Stop it!" Clara yelled, running to stand in between him and Michael again, hoping that would stop the others. "Leave him alone," she growled.
Logan heard something different in her voice. It wasn't the sweet ringing of bells he had first heard, but now a low growl. Not purely human, it sounded to animalistic to come from anyone's mouth, let alone her's.
"Jes...Clara, get out of the way," he told her, but his face started turning red at the slip.
"Jessica...is that what you were going to call me?"
"No...I don't know why I even thought that. I.."
"You thought it because you were with her right before coming here..." Logan growled.
"Shut up, freak. You don't know what you're talking about."
Logan gave an in human snarl, raising the hair's on the back of Clara's neck as he stood, resting his hands on her shoulders to push her out of the way if he needed to. Tiny, bony like short claws worked their way out from between his knuckles. They were only a couple inches long, but just looking at them gave the pretend tough guy a fright. "Oh, I do to..."
Clara joined his snarl and Michael flinched as her pupils dilated suddenly.
"What....what's going on here?"
"Leave Michael...now..." Clara's voice was thick and gravelly.
"Fine bitch, you know, it's over between us," he told her as he started to back off, trying to save what was left of his pride with her.
As he turned to leave he felt teeth sinking into his upper thigh and he yelled out in pain. He stared down at the black wolf who had his leg in a death grip. Yelling again, Clara heard other people coming, mostly teachers at this hour.
Clara let him go, ignoring him as he fell to the ground. "Come on," Logan told her, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and almost throwing her ahead of him. The teachers were sure to know about him by the time they reached the screaming boy, and he had to get out of there as well.
"This way," Clara said. He looked up to see her normal self running ahead of him again, shooting out a door before he could question it.
They finally stopped once they reached the cornfields outside of town. Both were panting and Clara fell back onto the ground, sitting with her head against her knees. "Ohhhhhh no....no, no, no...dad's not gonna be happy about this...gonna have to go to another school...or maybe I won't go to a new school...that would be worse..." she was rocking herself back and forth, holding her knees.
"Um...if you don't mind, can I talk to you now?"
Clara nodded. "Yeah. Sorry..."
"So...do you hate me?" he asked. It had been the only question rolling through his head the whole time they had ran. He completely missed anything she had said.
"What? No..." she shook her head slightly. "He had warned me...this'll be all over the news. He's gonna kill me when he hears about this."
"Who?"
"My dad...he hates mutants," she answered simply.
"Mutants?"
"Yeah...at least I assume that's why you can heal and have those...things," she ran her finger over her knuckles.
"I didn't know there was a term for it...then again I didn't know there was another one..." his eyes darted up to her face.
"One? No...many..." she corrected. "But my dad hates them...he likes to experiment on them. He hasn't done any on my brother and I...yet. I think he's going to try one on my brother here soon."
"Oh...so you don't hate me?"
"No...why?"
"You seemed to when I walked in and sat next to you today."
"You didn't like being there. I have to...well, had to, be there. It was my last choice of school before having to move to Canada or something. I've been kicked out of schools across the states, and had pretty much no where else to turn. I didn't want some guy with an attitude coming in and ruining it for me."
"Oh...you know..." he laid down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow in front of her. "Your boyfriend back there-"
"Ex-boyfriend," she corrected with a small grin.
He saw the smile working up, and had to smile himself. "Okay, your ex-boyfriend back there, seemed to have more attitude in him than I did."
"I'm a poor judge of character," she shrugged.
"Are you?"
"No. I've known he's been cheating on me for a while, I was waiting to get him back big later."
"Oh, sorry," he chuckled, and she joined in nervously. "So...where were you two gonna go anyway?"
"Oh, we were going to see a movie," she shrugged. "It's some whole horror, vampire people thing."
"Oh...we can still go...if you want?" he looked down at his fingernails as he spoke.
"I think if we went, there would be people staring at us. Everyone from school probably already knows."
"Oh...okay..."
"But...if we don't move that is...maybe we can go when things die down a bit?" she asked, watching him.
"Yeah...that'd be great..." he smiled down at his hands, watching them continue to shake. Why? He never got nervous. It didn't make sense. How could one have made him so shaky and nervous. Looking back up at her watching him, he just glimpsed into those eyes, and he had his answer.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her as they walked. "Where are the other two?"
"They're already on the jet."
"Oh. Hey, did we ever go see that movie?"
"What movie?" Clara asked, confused.
"The one you were gonna to see with that one guy when we first met. What was his name? Matthew?"
"Michael, I do believe. How did you-"
"I remembered," he grinned down at her.
"No, we never went to see the movie," Clara's eyes lit up.
"Maybe we should do that when we get back to the school..." Logan stopped her to give her a rough kiss. They didn't pull away until Scott and Storm both yelled at them. "Yeah, yeah. Coming!" Logan called, before looking back down at Clara. "And that necklace..." he pointed to it still around her neck, she smiled hopefully, "Still looks as beautiful on you as it did then."
Clara smiled, hugging him tightly, setting her head against her chest. When she felt his chin on his head she finally spoke up, "I love you Logan."
"I love you too, but we have to go Clara." Clara nodded and he swooped her up, carrying her onto the plane.
"I hate planes..." Clara told him as he set her down in a chair and she started buckling herself in.
"So do I," Logan told her, chuckling. "Oh, there was one more thing I wanted to ask you too."
"What's that?"
"When we get back, I don't ever want to lose you again..." he traced her face where the scars were now perfectly visible, kissing down the center one with so much care Clara closed her eyes and was unable to find words. "Please tell me you feel the same..."
"Logan, I spent eight years trying to find you...I would never let us be seperated again, ever," she told him, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out what he was saying.
"I don't have a ring yet, but..." he saw Clara's eyes sparkle as recognition hit her. "Would you marry me?"
"Yes!" she squealed, kissing him again, gaining the attention of several others on the plane...Professor Xavier just laughed.
Logan smiled, it wasn't much to remember, but they're all he had. And considering them, he couldn't very well complain. He rolled over, the sheet half off of him as he lazily laid his arm across his fiancé's sid, his head coming to rest on the back of her shoulder. "Morning Clara."
Clara moaned quietly, "It's too early, go back to sleep."
He chuckled, leaning over and kissing her neck lightly, after brushing her hair out of the way.
Clara smiled, "No, stop it, that tickles," she told him, her eyes still closed. He did it again with a smirk, and she laughed. "Fine, I'm up..." she yawned. "Have to go work again today..." she sighed.
"It's what you get for becoming a teacher."
"Remind me again why I signed up for that."
"Cause you love kids."
She froze for a second, but recovered quickly, "Yeah...that must be..." she got up quickly and went to get ready.