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Logan slid down the embankment, bracing himself with his claws for balance, the river rocks slick with ice, his heart pumping madly, the ferocity of his fear propelling him forward at lightning speed. He sheathed them when he spotted her in the middle of the lake, surrounded by walls of frigid water once more, haloed in flickering flame. Head thrown back, hands spread wide, palms turned heavenward. Wind gently fluffed at her long, wild dark hair. Her feet hovered inches above the ground… his worst nightmare on replay. The sound of the swirling, pulsing water gushed around him, battering his acute hearing.
"ROGUE!" he yelled with a possessive desperation above the din.
Tilting her head to the side, she stole a slanted look at him. She swiveled slowly, mahogany and silver hair billowing around her. A soft and loving curve touched her lips, but she didn't reply. He stared at her intently, brows drawn, arm shielding against the piercing glow that lit his eyes a dazzling, startling shade of green in his ruggedly handsome face.
"Let me go, Logan." her voice echoed in his mind with forced remote dignity.
He lunged forward and she stopped him with a single raised hand. Logan froze, motionless. Caught in her stare. He looked down in a panic, straining against the invisible chains that bound him with every fiber of his being, veins bulging, boots digging into the silt, lips pulled over his sharp white teeth in a snarl.
"AAAGGGHHHHH!"
His claws flew out with a *SKINKT* as he roared his infuriation at the darkening sky. The water started swirling viciously and she closed her eyes, clapping above her head, sending him flying backwards with explosive force as a raw wave of energy hit him in the chest, landing hard on the jagged shore as the water crashed down around her.
"No!"
He rolled to his feet and raced into the freezing cold lake, losing sight of her in the mist, slowed by the current and his metal bones. He dove headfirst over the surge of waves breaking at his waist and swam towards where he'd seen her last as fast as his heavy body could carry him. She'd been so far out…
"MARIE!" he spit briny water, lungs burning, treading in the choppy swells, eyes darting around, searching anxiously. There was no sign of her.
"Son of a bitch." His voice was raw. The Wolverine took a deep gulp of air and went under, semi blind in the murky depths, the cold water pressing in on all sides, dulling his senses. Bubbles floated up over his head, heartbeat roaring in his ears above the tumult. Where the hell was she? This couldn't be happening, not again…
He broke the surface, coughing roughly, flipping back his dark hair and squeezing the water out of his eyes, grimacing as his body started to shake with the chill and inner torment. Damnit, where was she...Come on, come on…
He went under again, his powerful, well muscled body turning in circles with lithe grace, a predatory shadow in the depths. Finding nothing again, his anguish peaked to shatter the last shreds of his control, a raw and primitive grief overwhelming him. He clenched his fists and let loose a fierce primal cry, muffled by the tide. His misery so acute it was a physical pain. And prayed that he could drown in more than just regret…
"Logan…Logan. …LOGAN!"
Logan shot up in bed, breathing hard as he fought through the cobwebs of nightmare filled sleep, his dark eyes dangerous, unseeing, glimmering with reflected light from the pool. …and his claws. Haunted… He shook his head, disoriented and retracted them, and saw Rogue out of the tail of his eye. He inclined his unruly mane, studying her face unhurriedly from beneath two deep lines of worry, feature by feature as his breathing stabilized, nostrils flaring.
He swallowed, amazed by her gentle, overwhelming beauty. The corner of her lips turned upwards more than they turned down, even in her sleep, her sparkling umber eyes hidden beneath the feathered shadow of her lashes. He caressed her cheek with the knuckle of his forehand in a wistful gesture, the flush of her desire subsided, and lightly fingered her loose tendril lightning streak, letting it fall softly behind her shoulder. A wan shaft of golden light illuminated the elegant curve of her neck, revealing a small puncture mark, ringed with red.
Logan clenched his jaw, a heaviness centered in his chest, a sick and fiery gnawing, as he bowed his head and brought his fist to the arch of his brow, eyes squeezed shut, lip curling.
How could this be happening?
"LOGAN."
His head jerked up, disturbed, pissed off and hostile as the echo of his name lashed at him.
The Professor…
Author's Note: See what happens when I get feedback? I get busy! Lol *mwah* You know what to do… P.S. What would ya'll like to see in this story? I have a plan, but I'm having too much fun playing with them. So gimme your ideas! Please & thank you. J