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Time Warp: Chapter 12-Reversing Mishaps
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A slight coldness from the air reached Logan's nostrils and he felt a prickly numbness in his right arm. Peering with one eye open he spotted the cause for his arm's paralysis. Hallie was using his arm as a pillow and she was fast asleep. He groaned quietly as he carefully slipped his numb arm out from under her head. Logan rolled to his back and flexed his arm up in the air so he didn't disturb the still sleeping girl. As he allowed his right arm to rest back against the mattress, a burning, spine tingling sensation spread throughout his limbs and he found his mouth gaping open from the pain. Logan grunted loudly, using up every ounce of strength he had at that moment to roll to the other side of the bed and curl in on himself in an attempt to ease the pain. Unfortunately, it seemed to only make it worse. His back jerked in spasm and a low whimper escaped his lips as he realized what must have been happening to him. He was changing back. Atleast, that was the only thing he could think was happening at the moment.
Hallie took in a deep breath, slowly rolling to face Logan as she opened her eyes. She sat up immediately when she saw his back to her, curled up tightly as he emitted another whimper and a groan. "Logan? What's wrong? What's happening?" she asked nervously as she quickly hopped off the bed, going around the side and kneeling infront of him so she could see his face.
Logan clenched his teeth, his hands balled into fists as he pried his eyes open to look at Hallie. "I think...I'm..changin' back." he told her inbetween deep breaths. He could feel every muscle and ligament stretching, moving, making way for more muscle as his body tried to reclaim the height and muscle mass that he'd lost during the transformation into a teenaged body.
Raising an eyebrow, still somewhat confused, Hallie ran a hand through his now sweat-soaked hair. She knew what he meant, 'changing back', it meant that he was going back to his normal form, his adult form. That still didn't help her understand why he was in so much pain and what she should do about it. "What can I do to help?"
Logan groaned, his body starting to be less rigid as the pain started to dull momentarily when he used all his will to hold back whatever was happening. "Hank; he'll...know what ta do."
Hallie shifted to her knees on the floor beside the bed. She nervously rubbed at her hands for a few seconds, then looked to Logan again. "At that institute place where you live? That dude's there?"
Nodding, Logan slowly sat up, feeling a little numb but otherwise fine at the moment. "Yeh, we better go quick, I dunno how long I can hold this back."
Hallie got to her feet and ran for the living room, grabbing Logan's boots and jacket. As she turned around he was standing against the doorway of her room, holding himself up against the wall. "Here, get yer boots on okay?"
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After helping Logan with his boots and throwing on his leather jacket over his bare chest, Hallie slipped into a pair of old sneakers and led him quickly down the stairs and to his Harley outside.
Logan mounted his bike and was about to start it up when he dropped the keys to the ground and grunted loudly at the sudden skull-splitting ache in his head.
"Logan!" Hallie shouted, hopping off the back of the bike and picking up his keys. She gently put a hand on his shoulder and he somewhat relaxed, turning to stare into her eyes, his hands shaking.
"I got it." he mumbled, reaching for the keys that dangled in Hallie's hand.
She shook her head, pulling the keys away. "You can't drive like this, c'mon, scoot back."
Logan scowled, then crossed his arms. "And *you* don't know how ta ride."
Hallie laughed with a smirk, shaking her head. "Not true. I said I always wanted a bike, not that I didn't know howta ride." she pushed him back on the seat and got on the motorcycle in front of him, putting the keys in the ignition. Hallie frowned as she heard Logan growling in pain behind her. "Hang on tight, we better get there fast."
Logan groaned, wrapping his arms around Hallie's waist as she bolted off into the street.
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The bike screeched to a halt, none too quietly, infront of the big iron gates to the Xavier Institute. Hallie sighed, kicking down the Harley's kick-stand and hopping off, approaching the gate. She wrapped her small hands around the metal and shook it in a vain attempt to get the damn thing open. Hallie growled out of frustration and glanced back at Logan who was struggling to stand beside the bike. "How do we get in?"
"The...intercom." Logan mumbled barely audibly, pointing a shaky hand toward a panel beside the gate.
"Oh." Hallie said quietly, cursing herself. "Duh." she walked toward the panel, raising an eyebrow as she squinted her eyes, staring at it. She shrugged to herself, then pressed a button. "Um..hello?" she spoke hesitantly into the speaker.
Logan wobbled toward Hallie, nearly tripping over his own unsteady feet. He would've just placed his hand on the panel and put in his code, but he was such a mess at the moment he couldn't remember it.
"Hello?" a very articulate voice came from the speakers of the intercom panel. "Are you perhaps lost?" the voice asked.
Hallie sighed, pressing the button. "No, I'm not lost! Hey, baldy is that you?"
"Who is this?" the voice questioned in a slightly annoyed tone.
Hallie turned to Logan who was now directly behind her. She frowned as he took in a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder lightly, to steady himself. She pressed the button again, "It's Hallie, remember me? The electic kid who refused your offer to come here?"
"Oh, Hallie," the voice of Professor Xavier replied with recognition. "What brings you here?"
Logan cleared his throat roughly, trying to get his voice as he gestured for Hallie to press the button. "Chuck...we need some help out here." he grunted, then started to kneel down, unable to stand any longer.
"Hey," Hallie put a hand down on Logan's back, then reached for the intercom button again. "That was Logan if ya didn't recognize the voice. He needs help, he thinks he's changing back or something. Could you just send someone out here for chrissakes?! Or atleast open the gate, man." she said, getting a little annoyed.
"Alright, I'm sending Kurt now." the Professor replied urgently after a slight pause which he was undoubtedly using to call upon the teleporter via telepathy.
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Note: Heh..uh...er...um...cliffy huh? Oops...x_0 *throws candy to rabid readers and runs off*
Time Warp: Chapter 12-Reversing Mishaps
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A slight coldness from the air reached Logan's nostrils and he felt a prickly numbness in his right arm. Peering with one eye open he spotted the cause for his arm's paralysis. Hallie was using his arm as a pillow and she was fast asleep. He groaned quietly as he carefully slipped his numb arm out from under her head. Logan rolled to his back and flexed his arm up in the air so he didn't disturb the still sleeping girl. As he allowed his right arm to rest back against the mattress, a burning, spine tingling sensation spread throughout his limbs and he found his mouth gaping open from the pain. Logan grunted loudly, using up every ounce of strength he had at that moment to roll to the other side of the bed and curl in on himself in an attempt to ease the pain. Unfortunately, it seemed to only make it worse. His back jerked in spasm and a low whimper escaped his lips as he realized what must have been happening to him. He was changing back. Atleast, that was the only thing he could think was happening at the moment.
Hallie took in a deep breath, slowly rolling to face Logan as she opened her eyes. She sat up immediately when she saw his back to her, curled up tightly as he emitted another whimper and a groan. "Logan? What's wrong? What's happening?" she asked nervously as she quickly hopped off the bed, going around the side and kneeling infront of him so she could see his face.
Logan clenched his teeth, his hands balled into fists as he pried his eyes open to look at Hallie. "I think...I'm..changin' back." he told her inbetween deep breaths. He could feel every muscle and ligament stretching, moving, making way for more muscle as his body tried to reclaim the height and muscle mass that he'd lost during the transformation into a teenaged body.
Raising an eyebrow, still somewhat confused, Hallie ran a hand through his now sweat-soaked hair. She knew what he meant, 'changing back', it meant that he was going back to his normal form, his adult form. That still didn't help her understand why he was in so much pain and what she should do about it. "What can I do to help?"
Logan groaned, his body starting to be less rigid as the pain started to dull momentarily when he used all his will to hold back whatever was happening. "Hank; he'll...know what ta do."
Hallie shifted to her knees on the floor beside the bed. She nervously rubbed at her hands for a few seconds, then looked to Logan again. "At that institute place where you live? That dude's there?"
Nodding, Logan slowly sat up, feeling a little numb but otherwise fine at the moment. "Yeh, we better go quick, I dunno how long I can hold this back."
Hallie got to her feet and ran for the living room, grabbing Logan's boots and jacket. As she turned around he was standing against the doorway of her room, holding himself up against the wall. "Here, get yer boots on okay?"
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After helping Logan with his boots and throwing on his leather jacket over his bare chest, Hallie slipped into a pair of old sneakers and led him quickly down the stairs and to his Harley outside.
Logan mounted his bike and was about to start it up when he dropped the keys to the ground and grunted loudly at the sudden skull-splitting ache in his head.
"Logan!" Hallie shouted, hopping off the back of the bike and picking up his keys. She gently put a hand on his shoulder and he somewhat relaxed, turning to stare into her eyes, his hands shaking.
"I got it." he mumbled, reaching for the keys that dangled in Hallie's hand.
She shook her head, pulling the keys away. "You can't drive like this, c'mon, scoot back."
Logan scowled, then crossed his arms. "And *you* don't know how ta ride."
Hallie laughed with a smirk, shaking her head. "Not true. I said I always wanted a bike, not that I didn't know howta ride." she pushed him back on the seat and got on the motorcycle in front of him, putting the keys in the ignition. Hallie frowned as she heard Logan growling in pain behind her. "Hang on tight, we better get there fast."
Logan groaned, wrapping his arms around Hallie's waist as she bolted off into the street.
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The bike screeched to a halt, none too quietly, infront of the big iron gates to the Xavier Institute. Hallie sighed, kicking down the Harley's kick-stand and hopping off, approaching the gate. She wrapped her small hands around the metal and shook it in a vain attempt to get the damn thing open. Hallie growled out of frustration and glanced back at Logan who was struggling to stand beside the bike. "How do we get in?"
"The...intercom." Logan mumbled barely audibly, pointing a shaky hand toward a panel beside the gate.
"Oh." Hallie said quietly, cursing herself. "Duh." she walked toward the panel, raising an eyebrow as she squinted her eyes, staring at it. She shrugged to herself, then pressed a button. "Um..hello?" she spoke hesitantly into the speaker.
Logan wobbled toward Hallie, nearly tripping over his own unsteady feet. He would've just placed his hand on the panel and put in his code, but he was such a mess at the moment he couldn't remember it.
"Hello?" a very articulate voice came from the speakers of the intercom panel. "Are you perhaps lost?" the voice asked.
Hallie sighed, pressing the button. "No, I'm not lost! Hey, baldy is that you?"
"Who is this?" the voice questioned in a slightly annoyed tone.
Hallie turned to Logan who was now directly behind her. She frowned as he took in a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder lightly, to steady himself. She pressed the button again, "It's Hallie, remember me? The electic kid who refused your offer to come here?"
"Oh, Hallie," the voice of Professor Xavier replied with recognition. "What brings you here?"
Logan cleared his throat roughly, trying to get his voice as he gestured for Hallie to press the button. "Chuck...we need some help out here." he grunted, then started to kneel down, unable to stand any longer.
"Hey," Hallie put a hand down on Logan's back, then reached for the intercom button again. "That was Logan if ya didn't recognize the voice. He needs help, he thinks he's changing back or something. Could you just send someone out here for chrissakes?! Or atleast open the gate, man." she said, getting a little annoyed.
"Alright, I'm sending Kurt now." the Professor replied urgently after a slight pause which he was undoubtedly using to call upon the teleporter via telepathy.
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Note: Heh..uh...er...um...cliffy huh? Oops...x_0 *throws candy to rabid readers and runs off*