Sorry it's been a while y'all, I wanted to make this scene as...correct as I could. Hopefully my efforts were not in vain. Please read responsibly and enjoy. :)

Marie's POV.

"Marie?" a gruff voice called "Baby, c'mon...wake up." God, I'm so sick of waking up this way. I'm sick of blacking out. I'm tired of my consciousness being a wuss. I never, never want to pass out again...because waking up to uncertainty of location, physical condition, and danger is beginning to freak me out. As much as I wanted to turn over and fade back into the hazy oblivion I was waking up from, I felt a sense of urgency in me. I needed to get up...but I sure as hell didn't want to. If I wake up...I have to deal with this terrifying excuse of a situation...if I stay asleep...well technically unconscious, I don't have to deal with anything but my brain's hallucinations, which are surprisingly a lot less terrifying than my current reality. "Marie..." the voice came again. It sounded...desperate, pleading, raspy, it sounded like...

"Logan." my eyes opened and my body caught up to my brain with a jolt. I was...home. Well, physically I was in the med lab, but it was more of a home than the prison I was in before. How the hell did I get here? Why does everything hurt?

"Baby." Logan breathed out, visibly relieved. I saw the tension leave his shoulders as he let his head drop down onto the bed next to my thigh. There was a chair by my hopefully temporary hospital bedside, and if I had to guess I'd say he's been here about as long as I had. Ferals are loyal and protective, he wouldn't leave me alone once he had me back. "How do you feel?" he asked, raising his head from it's resting place and leaning over me slightly. I felt cornered, I felt trapped, I felt threatened, and I wanted him to back the hell up. Wait...why? He's been in my personal space for quite some time...he's been in me for quiet some time.

"Overwhelmed." I croaked miserably. He sniffed the air and backed away from me a little bit, his brow crinkling slightly. From to look on his face, I could tell he smelled my discomfort at his closeness.

"Did...do you want me to leave?" I shook my head rapidly. I didn't want him to leave, I just didn't want him too close...what did they do to me? I...I don't remember. I do remember Mystique...as Victor... putting a rag over my mouth...it smelled sickeningly sweet, and then everything just...went black. Which means that I'd passed out at least 4 times in the past...however many days, which is beginning to fucking annoying me. I'm not one of those little wisps who cries and faints at the drop of the hat and doesn't know how to fucking defined herself...well in the past couple days I did cry and faint a lot...but still...I'm not like that.

"...How long was I gone?" I asked him quietly, carefully avoiding eye contact. I knew I'd hurt him by not accepting his protection...It was a sensitive subject for the Wolverine in him to be rejected by a mate...and even though I just wanted a bit of space...to him it was rejection nonetheless.

"Three days." he growled, sitting back in his chair with a thud. He wasn't angry, he just acted like it as a coverup for his feelings, which were most definitely hurt. I typically love it when he growls...it's extremely masculine when he does it. The other men...well, guys, that I'd dated were what one would call a metro sexual, which is lovely...they're well groomed, well mannered, and professional...but that's not for me. Logan...Logan is for me. Tall, dark, handsome, hairy, growly, muscular, protective, and surprisingly loving. He...loves me like I've never been loved before, and I'm not one of those girls who thinks that any guy that shows relative affection is her soul mate just because I've been pushed around by some bad people. I have a good head on my shoulders...and I know that he loves me. Because he tells me...and because he shows me. Not just sex...but actions. He fights for me, he watches out for me, he puts me first, and he...he found me.

"Logan." He looked at me through narrowed eyes, gripping the armrest of his chair tightly, I watched his knuckles turn white from the pressure and sighed. "I don't remember what happened." He raised an eyebrow

"Nothing?"

"Nothin'." I'm scared. I want comfort...but I feels so...empty. Of course, now would be the time that my tear ducts are convinced that I need to cry. And I do...quietly at first. I move my head down so that Logan can't see my face...but it's pointless, I know he can smell my tears.

"M'rie." he rasped, "They...they found you with a lot of injuries...and Hank found from your examination that they..." he cleared his throat, obviously upset "violated you." I cried harder. I'd known it...my body felt exactly like it'd felt before...but I didn't want to think it...I didn't want it to be true...It took me several years to get over it last time...I don't want that to happen again. I have Logan now...I don't want this to ruin us...ruin what we have. I let out several shaking sobs, knowing that all this crying probably made Logan uncomfortable since he's never been a fan of displayed emotions.

"Sorry." I muttered, wiping at my eyes.

"It's...after what happened you have every right to cry...and if it didn't scare you I'd be holding you while you did." I cried harder. Sweet man.

"I'm-I'm s-s-sorry." I sobbed, not bothering to stop the tears. There was no point, they were determined to come out of my eyes wither I liked them or not. I didn't care. Let them come, let them fall, leaving salty trails down my face. I don't care. It's fine...I'm fine...we're fine.

I'm not scared, I'm invincible. I'm an X-man. I will survive. I'm not scared, I'm invincible. I'm an X-man. I will survive. I'm not scared, I'm invincible. I'm an X-man. I will survive.

Then again...who am I kidding? Logan stood up and headed for the door.

"W-where are you going?" I asked, despising the need evident in my voice. Traitor...my own body disobeyed my wishes and turned into a weak and trembling mess.

"To go punch a wall." he muttered, clenching his fists. I took in the sight of him. He was tired, that was evident by the bags under his eyes, and the wrinkles in his clothes. He was hurting, that was given away by his body language. His back was straight his shoulders were back, and his chin was tilted up...but his eyes were sad. We're both hurting...but it's hard to tell who has it worse...me, having been violated...or him, having to know that he wasn't there to protect me. I'd say were about even.

"C-come here." I beckoned, my tears slowing. He took a few tense steps forward.

"What?" he asked, eyes widened with surprise. I guess my emotions made me really bipolar, one moment I wanted him to back off, and the next I wanted him to hold me. I reached for his arm and pulled him down next to me on the bed, throwing my arms around him. I'd been gone for a few days...but even a few days can feel like a damn lifetime. He carefully brought an arm around my back and pulled me to him gently, keeping me close, but not restrained. My arms settled around his back, my face in his shoulder. I tried to convince myself I was safe...I was. I was home, I was with Logan, and I was -for the most part- fine...but I was extremely uneasy...understandably so. And of course, I did what I'd been doing for days and would probably do for days to come...

I cried.