Over the past three days and nights neither has revealed much about who they are. Nagging questions buzzed around his head about where she came from and how she got to Canada but Xavier warned him to be reserved with her. But an impression that he cannot shake lingers in the back of Wolverine's mind regarding Angelina. Despite the lack of display and mention, he believes that she is a mutant. He knows as sure as the moon rotates around the earth that her story is drastically different from others stories from the school and those he has met in his life. It radiates from her like a wave of light that she's different but how is the mystery.
Somehow their stories and lives are entwined yet different and it bothers him to no end that he can't recall. Logan has realized over these many nights being in close quarters in the back of his truck that she's afraid to sleep. Her eyes always on the look out for some unseen threat, as if she's waiting for all of this to fade away even at this moment she rolls towards him, her face illuminated by the light of the full moon bathing her body in a pale blue he can see the jerks of her limbs and the pain through her closed eyes. AJ's sleep is never restful and that's when she is able to convince her body that she needs it.
Propping his head on his arm Wolverine narrows his senses, her heart rate increasing. Beyond the scent of the fire and freshly fallen snow he can smell her fear growing. The most unnatural thing that Logan has ever done in his long life happens when a faint whimper stifles in her throat, he reaches up smoothing her hair wavy brown hair from her face his palm hesitating for the longest time on her cheek, "It's ok Angelina." He whispers.
AJ's hands that have clenched into fists relax a bit the fullness of her lips returning. "It's ok." Wolverine says once again pulling away but continuing to watch her.
The curves of her face, the line of her jaw, and the tiny scar just below her hairline are burned into his mind. He knew them by the first night not able to take his eyes off of her. Even though the consequences weigh in his mind of what he is about to do, Wolverine can no longer ignore the pull that is driving him to a remote part of Canada. Her eyes flutter open catching his breath.
"What's troubling you?" She asks softly, a small curl grazing her cheek.
"It's nothing." Angelina's sapphire eyes lower a bit her full lips resting against the tip of her thumb debating something in her mind.
"Thank you." She whispers as if those who created her trained her, who owned her would hear the weakness of apologizing.
The statement brings him to a sitting position before her, his arms resting on his knees and curiosity in his eyes. AJ takes a deep breath stopping suddenly when the expansion shoots pain through her body and shrinks a little farther into the flannel that he let her barrow.
"For what?" Wolverine couldn't fathom what she could be referring to.
"For not leaving me behind."