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He hasn't seen her in two days, it sets him a little on edge, but X has assured him that it's perfectly normal. He can still smell her all around the mansion but it's fading slowly. He's driving himself mad, he needs something to tinker with, maybe one of Boy Scout's toys. He's just at the entrance to the garage when he smells her blood. Bolting through the door he finds her leaning against the camero, dress ripped and beaten to hell. There's to much blood to tell where its coming from, he picks her up carefully, shouting for X for Jean, for help. By the time he lays her on the bed she's passed out, it's the last look he gets at her before he's forced out of the way. The horrified look from Jean worries him, he can hear their hushed voices and her whimpers, but what he hears next hurts him the most.
She'd been seeing some doctor type for a couple of weeks, she never told him she was a mutant but he'd managed to figure it out all the same. Him and his friends had taken her from behind, drugged her, stripped her down and tortured her. After the second day she managed to work herself free from the bindings and crawled out to her car. He can picture faceless men hurting her, the animal in him calling for blood, their blood. X reassures him that she'll be ok, though it puzzles him why he cares so much, he heads upstairs to change. Pulling of his top he stops, looking at the sheer amount of blood she'd lost it's then he realizes just how close they came to losing her.
He tries to sleep but the Wolverine won't let him, it wants to see the broken woman downstairs. At 2 am he finally gives in, throwing on a pair of sweatpants he makes the trek downstairs. She's laying on the bed, a little pink returning to her face, she no longer smells like death. Careful not to wake her he makes his way over, she smells surprisingly healthy. A white sheet covers her lower half; her exposed stomach has no marks, just toned pale skin. The smell of fall takes over the room, she looks so damn peaceful.
It should have been enough for him but Wolverine stands his ground. He's drawn to this woman and fuck it all he doesn't want to be, Jean, he loves Jean not this woman. Man and animal fight, eventually Logan takes over. He's almost out the door when he hears her whimper. It's soft and low, drawing him back, closer to her. The chairs are hard metal but he curls up in one anyways, rationalizing he'd do this for anyone. Closing his eyes the tug of war resumes.
He must have slept lightly; as soon as Jay coughs he's alert, passing her a cup filled with cool water. She smiles up at him and he just wants to hold her again, cradle her against him. They stare at each other and she flushes pink, he's about to grab her when the door slides open. X and Jean are staring at the sight before them and he doesn't want to answer any questions. He's out the door before they can start.