Logan and I got back from dinner a while ago. I got a bit anxious with some of the girls looking in Logan's direction from time to time. So I guess I sort of threw him on the bed and rode him like crazy. He understands. It's something we sometimes just need to get out of our systems. So here we are, lying in bed sated and relaxed. I'm just relaxing and letting the nice feelings from earlier wear off. Logan is already snoring. I love his snoring, it puts me to sleep. I honestly don't think I could live without it. His arms wrap around me tighter and his face presses into my back. I should feel warmer with Logan's furnace-like body pressed against me but the room feels colder.
My eyes snap open and lock onto a silhouette standing in the window. My vision is good at night and I see, it's her; the new girl. She stands there perched on the windowsill looking at me with vacant eyes and her head cocked to the side. I feel Logan's arms slack off from around me and his breathing evens out, he is awake. I can hear his claws slowly rasping free, even as I feel my own slide through the skin between my knuckles. To my surprise the woman just stares, as her own set of claws slide free. Not like our claws; more feline. Five on each hand, one for each finger. The tension in the room is mounting and I can feel Logan's muscles tighten like a bow. The moonlight is shimmering off of her claws, they look like ours is all I can think of. Adamantium, they have to be. Her face is expressionless and her eyes are vacant, but her body is poised to snap forwards just like Logan and mine.
All at once the tension in the room bursts free and our mystery visitor launches at us. I am already on my feet closing the distance to her in return. Her claws slash out at my chest, and I feel the pain and the warmth of the blood wetting my clothes. But I just keep straightforwardly charging her as I stick my claws deep into her belly and throw her against the wall. Logan is at my side, and I see his hands wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist that was about to scratch my face open with her own claws. Both me and Logan look down at the woman who is just gazing at us with distant eyes. Logan see's it before I do, she's a healer too. The six claws through her gut have healed and she drags her feline claws down both me and Logan's thighs. Both me and Logan howl out in pain as she springs up and throws me against the far wall by my shoulders.
I feel the wall impact against my back and I know I've made a huge dent. I get my feet under me and pull myself up. Logan is fighting her, but the woman is agile and can move like lightning. I move in to help my man as she drops onto her hands and wraps her thighs around Logan's neck and flips him into the wardrobe. I can feel the anger pumping through me and I can hear the wild animal in me screaming to tear apart this woman who has harmed my mate. Logan lands against the wardrobe, flattening it as I slash out my claws at the woman's face. She bends back letting the claws pass her unscathed before pouncing back and clawing at my belly. I see Logan emerge from under the pile of splintered wood that used to be our wardrobe as I am being backed into the bathroom as I trade swipes with the mystery woman. I distantly wonder if anyone has heard our shouts and the fighting up here as I feel her claws bury themselves in my side. I grab her by the hair and slam her face into our bathroom sink; sending shards of porcelain in all directions. But her face heals almost instantly before my eyes. I feel her drag out her claws from my side as her other hand slashes across my face sending me flying against the shower stall. I think one of my eyes has been damaged, but I hear Logan's roar as he charges into the bathroom and driving his claws deep into her chest.
I can feel my eye returning to normal and my vision coming back as I see Logan pinning the woman to the tile work wall above our toilet, her legs dangling a foot off the floor. His eyes are burning with fury, but it isn't enough she is still clawing at him. I can feel the muscle on my side knitting together as I stand and move next to Logan. She is still clawing wildly at Logan's face, but he remains unmoved. The adamantium in our skulls is stopping her claws doing anything but piss him off. I can distantly hear Logan shouting something to me, but I am not listening. All I want to do is kill the woman who harmed my mate. I step up next to Logan and pin one of the woman's arms against the wall with one set of claws. With my free hand I drive three adamantium claws deep into the side of her neck. The strength goes out of her free arm and her legs stop trying to get leverage against Logan. Her eyes are still wide open and she is looking between us with a vacant gaze.
Her spinal cord, I must have severed it. I don't remove my claws; I remember clearly the files they had on us. We can't heal if something is stopping it. If she heals like us then as long as my claws stay buried in her neck, she can't hurt Logan. I hear commotion behind us as Jean and Scott barrel into the room. My focus comes back and I look around the room. The shower stall, the sink and the walls are all smashed. There is blood everywhere and signs of claw marks on almost every surface. I hear Jean asking rather hysterically what happened. Logan pulls his claws from the woman's chest and she slumps gracelessly to the tiles next to our toilet. My claws are still buried in her neck as I crouch down next to her. Logan's claws retreat back into his forearm as he turns to do the talking to a horrified looking Jean and Scott. I look down at the woman who has my claws stuck in her neck. All I want to do is cut her head off and hold it up for everyone to see, but I don't; I can't take her head off, adamantium along the spine, probably the same as me and Logan. She stares up at me, and for the first time I see something in her eyes that makes my desire to kill her lessen. It looks like fear in her eyed. She is afraid.
AN: Not sure if all the action flowed OK here. But it all took place in about the space of a minute, not sure if that came across. Yes the mystery woman is Lady Deathstrike (not the comic incarnation).