She woke up to the sound of steady beating. The air was stagnant and smelt stale. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking the haze away. The room was painfully white, bright. It took her a moment before she realized where she was, and when she did – she wasn't happy.

"What the-"

She moved slightly, repositioning herself in the small trundle as much as it would allow. The first thing that caught her eye was the last thing that she wanted to see. Logan sat; sound asleep, in the small chair next to her bed. "Logan!" She hissed, seeing no reason to let him sleep any longer. He had explaining to do.

He stirred, groaning as he woke up. "Good morning buttercup. How are you feeling?"

"Where the hell am I?" She didn't have time for his snarky tongue and flirting. She had seen things last night that shouldn't be real, nothing that should have ever existed. Was it a dream?

"Where do you think you are?"

"A bloody hospital, but why am I here?"

"You wrecked your truck, do you not remember?" The hope in his voice was unbelievable.

"Oh, I remember enough." She spat, looking away from him.

"Look, I saved your life, Kayla. The least you could do is thank me."

"What are you?"

Logan looked away, as if trying to push off the conversation that they had to have. She knew too much as it was, he had trusted her with his secret, and now he had no choice. If he wanted to keep her in his life, the only chance that he would have would be to explain himself.

"Logan. What are you?" She repeated.

"Are you in pain, do I need to go get a nurse?"

"I swear to god Logan-"

"Okay, okay. My name is James Logan Howlett. I was born in Alberta, Canada." He paused, looking over to her, "1885."

"That's not possible – you can't be that old."

"I'm a mutation, Kayla. You know that, you saw. Watch." He rose from his chair, crossing the room. On the table in the room, there was a scalpel. He picked up the instrument, turning back to Kayla. "I can't die." He pressed the scalpel against his forearm, dragging it across his skin. Kayla gasped as he drew blood, and once again as the wound closed up on its own, and simply disappeared. No scar, no blood, nothing. It was if it never happened.

"How-"

"I don't know, Kayla. I'm sorry, I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't. It just happened to me, I was the lucky one. I can't get rid of it, I can't change it, and I can't die. But I promise you, Kayla. I will never hurt you."

She didn't say anything, she had nothing to say. She just couldn't wrap her head around what he was telling her. It was the truth; it had to be. There was no way he could have faked the things that he had shown to her. She had to believe that he really was close to a century old.

"I…" She started, her voice not as strong as she would have liked. "What about the – " She trailed off, clenching her fists.

"My claws?" He laughed, shaking his head. "They're just bones. I was born with them, and I assume I'll die with them." He smiled softly, taking her hand into his own. "There will be more time for this later. You're tired, you should rest. I'll be around in a little bit." And without another word, Logan left the room.

Kayla couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse when he left. She hadn't meant to get that angry, she had just wanted answers. If she had known, perhaps she could have been nicer about it. But like he said, there would be more time for questions later, if she wanted. And now more so than ever, she wanted to fill her time with him. With Logan gone, she had to opportunity to examine the damage that the crash had done. Her left arm was in a cast, so that was broken. And the rest of her just sort of ached. She had something on her forehead, and she assumed it was to stop bleeding, but, in all honestly, she remembered very little about the pain she felt during the crash, or anything that had happened to her body.

"Miss Silverfox, you're going to have to be more careful."

Kayla groaned, the one person that she didn't want to see, the one man that she could have lived the rest of her life without, was standing next to her bed. "I hope he sees you." She spat.

"Well well well, someone's not in a chipper mood, hmm? Relax, he won't see me, he's left the wing."

"How did you know?"

Stryker laughed "Please Kayla, you think I'd let my little wildcard completely out of my sight? The bartender tonight? Works for me. Your nurse? Works for me. I own you, Kayla. Don't ever forget that." He sneered at her, pacing. "Also, you might want to remember the reason you're here in the first place, Emma? If you don't follow my directions, you won't be so happy with your baby sister's state."

Kayla mumbled an apology, looking away from him.

"It's quite alright, you just needed to remember your place, dear. Now, we'll replace your truck for you. If Logan, or anyone, should ask where, you tell him that you used the rest of your daddy's life insurance to pay for it. And… there's been a slight change of plans."

"What's that?"

"Logan likes you. We weren't expecting that. But then again, that is your fault, Kayla. You shouldn't have continued to lead him on like you have. Unless of course, you like him too?" Kayla shook her head, refusing to look at him. "That's what I thought. Either way, you've convinced Mister Logan to become smitten with you, and we're going to use that. We need you to get as close to him as possible, Kayla. So that when we rip you from him, his heart breaks. Understood? We need you to break the immortal beast that's inside of him."

"I can't-"

"Oh but you can." Stryker sneered. "Because if you don't, your sister is literally one phone call away from her death. Think of it this way, until we take you from him, he will be the happiest that he's been in a long time. Just focus on that." He said, turning on his heels. "And remember, Miss Silverfox, you work for me."

Kayla's breath hitched, and she bit back the tears. She had two choices, she could lose her sister, or she could betray the trust of this man she had just met. Pretend to fall in love, lead him on, love wasn't a hard decision to make, but it would be a hard path to follow.

And an even harder one when she was falling for him, too. What if it wasn't pretend?

A/N; I love you guys, and I love seeing the reviews! But, I'm at a bit of a roadblock, I know what I want to happen AFTER all the drama goes down, but I don't know how to get there. Maybe suggestions or a prompt for a little fic? Anything you guys wanna see?