Scene 2: (Wolverine's Past. A small inn near an old run down government building.)
"I'll take a coke," a young lady with unusual white hair said to the bartender. He handed her a bottle and took her money. She walked over to one of the seats near the fire. As soon as she settled down a man burst through the doors. He was covered in soot and blood and appeared to not be wearing any clothes.
"Help me, help me," he said, collapsing along the floor. Everyone went silent, looking at this animal of a man. When no one moved to help, she stood up and walked over to him.
"Miss, I wouldn't do that. He could be dangerous," a man said standing in her way. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. Her eyes swirled red and white.
"Not as dangerous as I will be if you don't step out of my way," she whispered softly to him. As she let go he stumbled over to his friends. She knelt down next to the unconscious man and checked for a pulse. When she found one, she went into action.
"Bartender, get me some food, water, clean towels and clothes," she yelled, leaning down and lifting up the man. The bartender quickly grabbed all she asked for and followed her up to her room.
She set the man down in the bathtub and turned on the water. Grabbing one of the towels she swiftly cleaned off the mixture of dirt and blood from his body.
"Uh, miss, you planning on paying for all this," the bartender asked, uncertain of the scene before him.
"Yes, now will you please leave," she said sternly. With that the bartender left, leaving her alone with this stranger. She put on the clothes on him as one might do a small child and laid him down on her bed.
As she watched him sleep, she noticed odd marks on his hands. She reached down to touch them, when he suddenly started tossing and turning.
"What have you been through that makes you dream so violently," she whispered softly. She placed her hand on his forehead, using her mental powers to calm his mind, sending soothing images to replace whatever was there. Soon he was in a deep, calm sleep. Probably the best sleep he had gotten for some time she assumed.
She stayed up watching him. Once the blood and dirt was removed he was actually quite handsome. He had a rugged look to him and she had no doubt in her mind that he was a mutant. As she started to drift off to sleep she heard a stirring. She looked up and saw the man sitting up in bed, looking at her.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice scratchy and deep.
"Nadia, and you?" she asked standing up and walking over to where the food and water was.
"Name's Logan," he said shaking his head
slightly, "You, you were in my dream."
"Was I?" she asked smiling and walking over with the food and water on
a tray. She set it in front of him.
"I was, I was in a room, their were scientists, cutting me open, and the pain, and then you came in and stopped it all. Took me away to a safe place," he said looking at her again, "And then we.."
"It's ok. The dream was yours. I do not need to hear all the details," she said sitting back down in the chair. He smiled at her.
"Yeah, one dream I don't want to ever forget," he said winking at her. She watched as he ate, interested in this man Logan. When he finished she asked the question that had been bugging her since she first saw the marks.
"What are those?" she asked pointing at the scars on his hand. He lifted his hands and rubbed the scars gently.
"This," he said, and three metal claws popped out of his hand at lightening speed on each hand.
"How did you get them?" she asked, watching as he looked at the unnatural claws in the moonlight that filled the room.
"Don't really know. Just got images in my head, from my dream," he said pulling his claws back into his hand. "Thank you. For fixing me up and taking care of me."
"No problem. You should probably get some sleep now. I have a feeling you've been through more than you realize," she said looking at him.
"I know we just met and this may sound strange, but will you sleep with me. I mean, not sleep with me, but just lay beside me. For some reason I feel safe when your around," he said, his eyes filled with the fear of falling asleep and dreaming of the pain again.
"Sure," she said climbing into bed beside him. There they fell asleep in each other's arms, both feeling safer then they ever had in a long time.