A/N: Just a reminder, Elle is at least sixteen and a half years old at this point.


"You weren't actually drinking that, were you?"

Logan raised his eyebrow as I pointed across his chest, to the bottle of grain alcohol sitting on the night table. "...I used that as a disinfectant for the transfusion."

"You needed half a liter for that?"

Busted, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth with a grin. "You wormed your way into my room, tricked me into sleeping next to you, and now you're after my alcohol," he joked, kissing my knuckles. "I take back what I said, maybe you are my wife..."

"Is that an offer?"

Logan's eyes went wide for a moment, before turning to a leer. "You've got a mouth on you, kid, I'll give you that." But my smile melted him eventually, and his expression softened. "You sure this relationship is what you want, Elle? I mean, how do you know you really-"

"You already know I think about you when I'm in the shower," I blurted out, shutting him up real quick. He'd have to be stupid not to know that- the bathroom in the cabin has two doors, one to the hall and the other to his bedroom. He has enhanced senses, too, so if I can hear him sneaking back in from the bar, he can hear me fooling around in the shower.

It's all his fault, too. He came in one warm day after working on his motorcycle, wearing nothing but an old ripped up pair of jeans that had lost the button. He just laid on the couch and went to sleep, and I came in and found him there. For a fourteenish year old girl who had been reading cheap Harlequin books all day, finding a half-naked guy that blew the cover models out of the water was a little too much.

"I take it back, the two of us are stuck together," Logan smirked. "Thought I was in the wrong for teaching a little girl how to rip apart an engine, or for not watching my mouth around you, and yet you turned out perfectly. Dirty mind and all."

I laughed, and playfully bonked his shoulder. "For the record, you're not supposed to give little girls those trashy romance books, either." We'd been like this since I woke, just lying in bed talking and enjoying each other's warmth. I couldn't move much more than my arms and neck anyway, and being how slow I was to heal, this small progress was probably thanks to Logan's blood cells working their way through me. Everything still hurt, but the pain was muted compared to last night.

Logan rolled over and kissed me, then slid out of bed. "Let me go see what I can find for you in the kitchen. You'll heal better with some nutrition in you." He was out the door before I could even protest, and he shut the door on me, too. Rude! The grimace on his face when he came back spoke volumes, though, so I didn't push too hard.

"What's wrong?"

"Daylight," he mumbled, and I realized the cabin must look like the set of a horror movie. It would probably never come clean. Logan dumped a handful of cans and boxes on the floor, and helped me drink a bottle of water. After that I tried a few crackers and some gummy worms, but I really had no appetite. I'll have to work my way back up to it.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked, as Logan removed the blanket from the bed and started looking over my stomach and legs. I noticed a scarf wrapped around one knee that wasn't there before, and of course the other leg was the one that got mauled. Great, so I wouldn't be walking around anytime soon.

"We'll have to rabbit again," he answered with a lot of irritation in his voice, not at me of course, but at the whole situation. We both hated running. He started his check with the scarf leg and unwrapped it, revealing a rust colored square of cloth underneath. "Well, it doesn't look like it bled anymore, but the wound hasn't completely sealed. Creed embedded a knife in your knee before he took off," he explained as he folded up a new cloth and rewrapped my leg.

"Creed?"

Logan sighed. "...Victor Creed, that's the bastard's name. He goes by Sabretooth. I have a bit of a history with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he's the reason Stryker managed to capture me in the first place. He went after you because he knows I care about you."

So that's why Logan paused all those years ago when I said his name. "I didn't know you when he used to torture me, though," I reminded him. "I think he's sour we got away."

"That's not it," Logan said, sitting down beside the bed. "Creed is a sadist. He slaughters women and children for fun, and any time I've shown interest in a woman, he's deliberately made her a target. He could have killed you at any moment last night, but he wanted to do it in front of me. He wanted me to know it was him."

"...What a prick."

Logan looked back at me in disbelief. "Did you not take anything I just said seriously?"

"Of course I did, Logan," I answered, tugging on his arm to get him back on the bed. "And I hope you realize he's trying to get you to think you're destined to be alone. Who knows, maybe he's even got a closeted thing for you going on..."

"What the hell?"

"Well, he can't have you, you're mine!" I laughed as I finally got Logan back onto the bed, and he rolled overtop of me while making a crack about how the sugar in the gummy worms went straight to my head. I shut him up by pulling our faces together.

"Tend to wounds now, playtime later," Logan said after pulling away, but I promptly protested. I pulled him back and nuzzled against his cheek, drawing my breath against his ear. It must have turned him on immensely, because the next thing I knew, he bit down sharply on my neck.

"Ahh!"

Logan pulled back and looked at me, and I could tell he was having a similar reaction like he did with the broken glass. So I kept my hands locked around his neck, and quickly licked the blood off his lips.

"Bad Wolverine," I said with a smirk.

"I didn't mean..."

"Oh shush, it didn't hurt that bad." It sorta did, but hopefully he's still too shocked to pick up my lie. "So I'm 'marked' now, huh? Wonder if it'll leave a-"

Logan and I both jumped a little, as right that moment there was a knock on the door. Not the front door, either, the side door right next to the bedroom. Out of precaution Logan popped his claws, while I hid under the pillow.

"Maybe they'll go away..." I whispered, but after a few moments the knock came again.

"Stay calm..." Logan cautioned, and moved to the window. Once he looked out, he scoffed and retracted the claws on one hand.

"Who is it?"

"Uhh, well it's a blue sasquatch, a dude with gray hair, and a guy in a wheelchair..."


A/N: Logan is totally the type of guy that would come across those smutty books in the grocery store and think "oh, these must be okay for my little girl at home to read, they have horses and flowers and shit on the cover". XD