A/N: As promised, I'm trying to post once a week. Last week we left Luna in an explosion, let's see how she's doing now. Thanks also for your reviews!
*DISCLAIMER* I do not own the X Men.
Help her, asshole! Logan didn't argue with the voice in his mind this time. He busted through the glass that surrounded the control room screaming Luna's name. The forest began to disappear around him as he approached her. Blood covered what few trees were left as well as the floor.
"M-Mr. Logan? Do you need me to anything?" Berserker asked shakily over the PA system.
"Go get a jacket from the uniform room," Logan told the kid. He leaned over Luna to assess her latest injury. It was bad, to say the least. Her ribcage was exposed, showing that several organs had been severely damaged. Amazingly, her heart was perfectly fine and still beating. "Luna?" he asked tentatively. Her lungs were the main thing trying to regrow themselves, with her stomach and other organs coming back a bit more slowly.
After a minute or two her lungs had completely regenerated. Luna coughed and opened her eyes, training them on Logan. "Ow," she deadpanned, "That hurt."
"I'm assuming that means you're going to be okay," he sighed.
"I've been through worse," she told him, "A lot worse." She tried to prop herself up on her elbows and he helped her. She looked at her torso, "Damn… That's gonna take a while to heal…" She looked around at the disappearing forest. "That's… A lot of blood…"
Berserker reappeared with a dark gray jacket and handed it to Logan. "Here," he said, "Is she okay? Do I need to go get anyone?" He saw Luna sitting up and turned a shade of green to put Toad to shame. "Oh… Gawd!" He placed one hand over his stomach and the other over his mouth.
"Go get Beast," Logan ordered the kid, "And tell Xavier what just happened." The poor kid just nodded before getting out of the Danger Room as fast as he could.
"We should be asking whether or not he'll be okay," Luna said.
"You are insane," he told her, "How're you doing?"
She looked at her torso again. "Should be healed before long." He eyed her disbelievingly. "We've both been through a lot worse," she told him.
"If you say so," he muttered, while pulling the jacket around her. She pulled her arms through the sleeves and zipped it up. "Brace yourself," Logan instructed, putting his arms under her legs and back. He gently picked her up and began walking towards the door.
"Oops." Luna wrapped her arms around her abdomen.
"What happened?"
"The wounds kind of… reopened themselves," she said, "I was hoping to drip as little blood as possible all over the place."
"It'll be fine."
Beast appeared from around the corner, almost running into Logan, followed by a still green Berserker. "Logan, there you-" he saw Luna and froze, "My goodness! Hurry, we need to get her to the Med Lab!" He took off for said destination before anyone else could say a word.
"You all right?" Logan asked the kid. Berserker just nodded, not that Logan could blame him. Though he'd definitely seen worse. "Come on." He followed the direction Hank had taken.
"Set her there," Hank instructed as Logan carried Luna into the Medical Lab. He did as he was told while Beast sorted through various medical instruments.
"I promise you, I'll be just fine," Luna said, "I just need some time to heal."
"Logan, what happened?" Hank asked, ignoring what she'd said.
Logan sighed, "I don't know how many bullets she was hit by, in addition to being slashed by my claws once… and taking an explosion"
"Explosion?" Hank looked up from his sorting. "Perhaps you might explain a bit more?"
Logan sighed again, "I was showing her the Danger Room when this kid," he pointed at Berserker, "Apparently showed up and accidentally activated program X-13."
"Ah, that does make more sense." Hank walked over to Luna carrying several rolls of gauze and bandages. "But how exactly did this happen?"
"One of the soldiers in the program put a bomb on me," Luna explained, "Though I promise you that I'm all right."
"Of course you are, please take off your jacket." She huffed, but did as asked. "Oh my stars and garters…" Logan thought he saw a bit of a green tint to Beast's blue fur. "It's a miracle you were even able to survive that."
"The miracle was that her heart was still intact and beating," Logan scoffed.
Luna simply shrugged, "I've been through worse."
Hank's mouth fell open. "Worse?!" he cried in shock, "If you have been through worse than this, then it is a miracle you are even still alive! Even with your healing abilities!"
Logan looked a bit surprised at Hank's outburst. The blue-furred diplomat was usually much more calm, even in such situations as these. Of course, with half of Luna's organs showing, as well as her ribcage, he might lose a little composure himself. By now everything vital was finished healing, it was just the outer muscle and skin that was growing back.
Beast cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Sorry, I suppose that with your brother here I should be a bit more used to these things."
"It's fine." Luna didn't seem the least bit shocked.
'Probably used to reactions like that…' Logan thought.
"At least let me bandage that up," Hank sighed.
"Fine, knock yourself out." Luna lifted her arms up and he started wrapping the gauze and bandages around her torso. He was almost finished when Xavier wheeled into the Med Lab followed by Storm, Cyke, Jean and Rogue.
"How is she, Hank?" Charles asked.
"Fussy, but cooperative," he joked.
"You'd be pissy too if you'd had a hole blown through you," Luna muttered.
"And she should be just fine in no time," Hank continued, completely ignoring her.
"You had to bring everyone?" Luna said sarcastically.
"We were worried for you," Storm jumped in, "Especially when Berserker told us what had happened."
"Yeah," she moved her head to one side while Hank taped one end of her bandages together, "Well, like I've said, I'll be perfectly fine." She hopped off the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very tired. I'm going to go to my room for a shower and then to bed."
"Uh, Luna, would you mind doing me a favor?" Beast asked her.
"What?"
"I'd like to do an MRI when you're fully healed. If… that's alright with you?"
She shrugged and pulled the blood-soaked jacket back on, "Sure." With that Luna left the room.
Xavier turned to Logan. "What happened exactly?"
"I was showin' her the Danger Room when program X-13 was activated by accident."
"By who?"
"By me," Berserker said, "I… I was just going to watch, but when I leaned against the control panel… I guess I accidentally pressed the buttons to activate the program…"
"No one's blamin' you, kid," Logan assured him, "Not even Luna."
"Indeed, this was not your fault," Xavier placed a hand on Berserker's shoulder, "Now, how about we all go and get some rest?"
Everyone nodded and left, everyone except Logan and Hank. "You're sure she's gonna be okay?" Logan asked.
"She was healing while I was bandaging her up. She has the time needed to heal, I promise she'll be fine."
Suddenly Logan felt as if a sledgehammer had been pounded against his head. He groaned and almost fell to his knees from the pain.
"Logan! Are you-?" Hank moved to try and help him.
"I'm fine, fine," Logan groaned out, one hand still on his head, "I'm fine. Just a headache is all." He stood up and walked out of the room, still feeling like Hiroshima had just gone off in his skull.
By the time Logan got back to his room his headache had subsided. He thought about what had just happened. It had all gone so fast; the program activating, the explosion, Berserker showing up… And Luna. She'd thrown herself straight into danger's path several times for him. But, wouldn't he have done the same thing? He'd thrown himself through the control room window to make sure she was okay, and tried to send her away from the action. But why had he done it?
Brother's instinct, the voice in the back of his head told him, Brothers always protect their sisters. Of course! He'd seen that happen thousands of times himself. But why? He still had doubts about her being his sister, didn't he? Idiot, you shouldn't have to doubt. She knows you, acts like you, smells like you! Plus, she has answers to your past. The more you push her away the less likely she is to talk. Logan wished that little voice would shut up.
He walked to his bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. A sudden pain in his head sent him reeling. He caught himself on the sink and moved back into his room. His head felt like it was spinning so fast it would come off. Logan steadied himself against a bedpost as the edges of his vision started to go white.
'What the hell is happening to me?' he wondered. The bed suddenly seemed to rush up at him as the whiteness took over his vision.
A/N: What is happening to Logan? Guess you'll have to wait till next week. In the meantime, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!
