No Where to Run
Rated- PG for content and language
Summary-Logan's dreams pull him into reality when a certain young white hair
Streaked mutant makes an appeareace ( Mature Themes)
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men.. Wish I did, but I don't.. so don't file any law suits, and
I think we'll all be happy ! ^_^
Logan sat on the dirty bed in his hotel room. He had been in plenty of them in the past
6 months. Some nice, some ok and some a Hell hole with a capitol 'H'. He found
Alkali Lake, and the Military Compound in a complex echelon of burnt metal and
scorched cement walls. Nothing there helped him remember his past , who he once
was. Logan thought some of the rooms felt familiar, but the feeling past as quickly as it
came. He left the complex after 3 days, angry and dumbfounded. It had been nothing
but a dead-end.
" The story of my life." He muttered to himself as he left the building. He
thought there would have been some kind of answer there for him, and didn't think
about going back so soon. He didn't know what to do. He was reluctant to go back,
'They'll just want you to join the 'team'.' He thought, on the road. He descided about
on his 3rd day to go on a roadtrip, through the wilderness. He stayed in numerous
motels, and each one made him long for NewYork's only Mutant School. He wanted to
see Dr. Jean Grey. She was the epitome of beauty; tall, slender, piercing eyes, kissible
lips. Yeah she had it all to Logan. Only one problem- Scooter. He REALLY hated that
guy- her boytoy. What did Jean ever see in that guy anyway? Logan didn't really care
at the moment.
He lay down on the bed and thought again. He wondered about Marie,
the girl he promissed he'd take care of. Yet, he hadn't. If he had, he wouldn't of left.
But he did. He wondered how she was doing, in school after her trauma. God he
wished he could have done something at the train station instead of just standing
there. He shook the thoughts away- someone once told him you can't change the past,
only learn from it. He could still hear her scream in his dreams, The night he was on
The Statue of Liberty, praying to God that she would wake up. For that brief moment
when Logan pressed his face to hers and there was no connection, no pull into her, he
felt her delicate skin. He'd never forget the feeling. It was like touching warm silk, so
soft.He closed his eyes and his thoughts began to trail off, and he wondered what the
rest of her body felt like. He flinched and opened his eyes,
" Shit, she's just a kid andI'm thinkin 'bout her in ways I shouldn't.." he
muttered silently to himself,'dirty ol'bastard.'
Yet, he didn't want to stop thinking of her. He remembered her scent. It
wasof the gardens she sat by everyday, mostly honey suckle but there was some
lavenderon her too. He really missed her. Logan for once missed something, and he
NEVER cared for anything before in his life.
"Women do crazy things to ya," he sighed. No woman had ever come close
to taming the 'Wolverine'. But this girl had. She wasn't afraid of him either. Most
women ran after seeing him cage fight. But she didn't. The night he first saw or rather
smelt her, It was her smell that enticed him to look her way. She was so out of place,
she smelled of fear and disbelief. That there were others like her out there.
He shook his head reminicing about the past. He pulled himself into reality,
there was no Rogue with him, no Jean to drool over. He wanted to sleep but his body
didn't let him. Everything in him was screaming for him to go to New York. he tried to
sleep but nothing helped. He took out a bottle of sleeping pills. He took 5 pills, hoping
they would knock him out, and they did. He had a dreamless comatosis sleep until
the little red pills wore off. He began to dream of cage fighting, and kicking the shit
out of Sabertooth and Magneto. His dreams were always strange. As he walked out of
the bar , the scenery changed and he was in the mansion. He was in his room, in his
bed. Something moved beside him, a woman no doubt. She was naked beside him on
her side. Logan wanted to see who it was and when he went to touch her she moved
farther away.
" Don't touch me!" she gasped, and grabbed the sheets around her tighter.
As he moved closer to her she turned around, and it was Marie in his bed, with tears
flowing down her face. She was angry and frightened, a very dangerous combination
of emotions. Logan was confused. What did he do to frighten her? He was confused
enough, wondering why she was in HIS bed wearing nothing. He would never hurt
her, so why was she so afraid?
" Don't act like you didn't do anything," she said, her voice breaking.
" Y- You... raped me. " She choked back her tears and continued. " I came in your
room to ask you if I should go away to college, but you never answered me."
Logan stopped for a moment. Did he hear her right? Rape her? No, it
couldn't be, he'd never hurt her. She began to speak again.
"You never answered me so I asked you again, and you pushed me up
against the wall and told me you wanted me." Wolverine shook his head, no,no It
can't be. "You held me down on your bed, and, and.." The young woman broke down
in tears and droped to her knees. " Why would you hurt me Logan, I thought you
were different. WHY? WHY DID YOU RAPE ME?! "
Logan awoke with a start, breathing very rapidly and tense. Those kind of
dreams he hated. It wasn't the first one though. They hapened before, but most of the
time, the girls that were there were ones he had never seen before. This dream though,
hit home. It scared him. He never wanted to see a dream where Rogue was the victim.
Now she was, and that was it for him. He had to go back, to New York, to be there for
her. He packed up his few belongings and left the key by the door, surely the maid would
pick it up. The night was quiet and the sky was filled with stars, perfect for driving
home. As the night turned into morning and then the afternoon and dusk, Logan had
not stopped, except to get gas and maybe a beer. It was going on midnight when he
pulled into the driveway and walked the bike to the garage, careful not disturb anyone.
As he opened the door, he ran into a girl with a white streak and a large duffle bag.
Marie was running.
TBC