Disclaimor: I do not own the X-Men, so don't sue me, but i do own Zero, she's all mine so don't even think about it. ;-)
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to fit that description.
A/N: Sorry about screwin' up the chaps. before! I accidently skipped a kinda important one too, 'Nightmares'. It's all fixed up now and the order is right, so if u didn't read that one yet, go an' read it! Again, sorry.
Light in the Dark chp7
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Storm groggily awoke, her head was throbbing and she had a hard time trying to focus. She slowly got to her knees and scanned the room, blinking rapidly at the brightness of the lights. The men with the guns seemed to be gone. She looked further, and noticed that most of the people had ran away, probably panicking. Storms eyes drifted to where Logan was lying on the floor, unconscious. Her eyes were filled with fear as she scrambled over to him.
"Logan!"
There was no answer.
Storm put a hand to his back, feeling the warm blood. His shirt was pretty much covered in it on his lower back. Tears filled her eyes, but she did not panic.
"Somebody get me a cloth or something to stop the bleeding!" She turned her gaze towards the people who were standing there staring. "Now!" She yelled, her eyes glowing white as sparks of lightning flared around her.
The bartender hurriedly grabbed an apron from under the bar and tossed it over to her.
Storm took it and used it to try and stop the bleeding. She pressed down on the wound and yelled for the bartender to give her some help.
He ran over to her and the rest of the remaining people in the bar took off.
"Keep pressure on the wound." She ordered him.
Storm reached for Logan's neck and checked his pulse. It wasn't very strong, but atleast it was there.
Logan tried bringing himself back to consciousness when he heard Storm's gentle voice calling for him.
"Logan? Logan please wake up."
He felt pain, throbbing, mind numbing pain throughout his entire body. Logan forced his eyes open, and began focusing on Storm's face.
"You still..mad at..me?" He rasped, through labored breathing.
A weak smile crossed Storm's features. She sniffled. "No." She said softly.
The bartender, keeping pressure on Logan's wound looked toward Storm. "This man needs a hospital."
Storm looked at him worriedly.
"No." Logan coughed. "No....no hospital."
Storm took in a deep breath and looked into his pained eyes. "Alright, no hospital."
The bartender was listening intently. "Lady are you nuts? This guy needs ta get to a damn hospital."
Storm glared at him, brushing away her tears with her sleave. "I can take care of him." She said sternly.
The bartender stepped away, his hands in the air. "I want no part of this lady, I'm gonna be called a mutie lover for helpin' as it is."
"Fine then go!" Storm yelled.
The bartender walked towards the back door and started to leave.
"Wait!" Storm yelled to him.
He turned around and looked at her.
"Just help me get him into our truck."
The man looked down at the ground, his hand on the door.
"Please?" Storm pleaded.
The man walked back over to Storm and Logan and began to help her get him up.
When they reached the truck and got him in the passenger's seat, Storm took the apron and wrapped it around his back as tightly as she could. She thanked the man for helping them and he left.
She sadly looked over to Logan. He had been pained too much to stay awake and was unconscious again. Tears began to form again in Storm's eyes and she quickly wiped them away, starting up the truck and driving as fast as she could, to the cabin.
When she finally reached the cabin and got Logan inside as carefully as she could, she called up the institute.
Thankfully, despite the late hour, someone picked up the phone.
"Xavier Institute for Gifted Children."
"Hank, I need you to get over here now!" Storm said frantically.
"Ororo? What's the matter? Has something happened?" Hank asked, concerned.
"Yes, Hank, there was an accident."
Storm explained what had happened as fast as she could and Hank quickly informed the Professor and took off with the X-Jet and a lot of medical supplies.
Hank told the Professor not to wake Zero and wait to tell her in the morning. He explained that they would bring Logan to the mansion in the morning if he was stable enough.
Storm had positioned Logan on the bed, lying on his stomach. She had gathered towels in hot water to keep pressed on the wound. She poured sugar on it also, so it would slow the bleeding. She had learned that sugar helps with clotting and was praying it would work. Storm knew that whatever that man had injected Logan with, was working and it had taken away his powers. The question was, how long would it last? Would Hank get there in time to help? Would he even make it through the night? Storm immediately tried to erase those thoughts from her mind. She began to cry, her body racking in sobs. She loved Logan, and couldn't understand how she could never say anything before, or even do anything about it. It seemed ironic to her, the saying about not realizing how much someone means to you until they're gone. She shook her head. He's not dead, he's not going to die. She kept repeating the same thing in her head, over and over.
All of a sudden the door flew open and the blue furred doctor burst in. He rushed into the room carrying medical supplies.
Storm ran over to Hank, embracing him in a hug. "Hank!" She cried. "I'm so glad you're here."
She stepped back and walked over to Logan's side.
"How is he?" Hank asked, looking at Logan. His expression saddened.
Storm shook her head. "Not good, Hank." She sniffled. "He's lost alot of blood."
Hank opened his medical kit and took out a bag of saline and blood, and hooked Logan up to each of them. He had to first roll Logan onto his back, after bandaging up his wound.
Storm looked at Hank and he sighed. "What is it Hank?"
He looked up at her. "I can't be sure without doing some testing, but I think the bullet may have severed his spinal chord."
"But he *will* recover right??" Storm asked, her face furrowed in concern.
Hank looked towards Logan and sighed. "I'm honestly not sure Storm. He should be alright to move in the morning." He assured her, although he was not sure himself. "We'll take him back and be able to do tests to see how long this poison will affect him, and what other side-effects are." Hank saw the lost look in Storm's eyes and the need to be with Logan and know he was going to be alright. He placed his large, blue furred hand on hers and gave a weak smile. "Why don't you get some rest."
"I want to stay with him." She said, her voice was fatigued.
Hank scratched the back of his head. "I know. I'll go get you some blankets and you can stay beside his bed if you want."
Storm nodded.
Hank walked out of the room to return soon after with a bundle of blankets in his arms.
Storm tried to smile a "thanks" as Hank left the room again.
He stopped at the doorway. "I'm going to try and get some sleep on the couch. If anything happens just holler." He smiled.
Storm nodded back at him and settled next to Logan's bedside, wrapped in a bundle of blankets. She shoved her face into the bundle around her as tears streaked down her face and she began to cry. How could something like this happen? Storm thought. How could someone that meant so much to her, be lying there in such great pain, and there was nothing she could do about it. Storm always thought of Logan to be like the invincible man, immortal. She never thought of him as vulnerable to death, atleast not until now. She sat there, leaning against the wall, and cried herself to sleep.
Author's Note: More RoLo-ness to come! This story is about the relationship between Logan, Storm and Zero as Logan's daughter so....she hasta be in the next chap. But don't worry, i *will* have Storm and Logan together! That is my mission in life...sometimes i think i'm crazy, sometimes i know i'm not. ok well anywayz...please R+R! *BAMF*
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to fit that description.
A/N: Sorry about screwin' up the chaps. before! I accidently skipped a kinda important one too, 'Nightmares'. It's all fixed up now and the order is right, so if u didn't read that one yet, go an' read it! Again, sorry.
Light in the Dark chp7
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Storm groggily awoke, her head was throbbing and she had a hard time trying to focus. She slowly got to her knees and scanned the room, blinking rapidly at the brightness of the lights. The men with the guns seemed to be gone. She looked further, and noticed that most of the people had ran away, probably panicking. Storms eyes drifted to where Logan was lying on the floor, unconscious. Her eyes were filled with fear as she scrambled over to him.
"Logan!"
There was no answer.
Storm put a hand to his back, feeling the warm blood. His shirt was pretty much covered in it on his lower back. Tears filled her eyes, but she did not panic.
"Somebody get me a cloth or something to stop the bleeding!" She turned her gaze towards the people who were standing there staring. "Now!" She yelled, her eyes glowing white as sparks of lightning flared around her.
The bartender hurriedly grabbed an apron from under the bar and tossed it over to her.
Storm took it and used it to try and stop the bleeding. She pressed down on the wound and yelled for the bartender to give her some help.
He ran over to her and the rest of the remaining people in the bar took off.
"Keep pressure on the wound." She ordered him.
Storm reached for Logan's neck and checked his pulse. It wasn't very strong, but atleast it was there.
Logan tried bringing himself back to consciousness when he heard Storm's gentle voice calling for him.
"Logan? Logan please wake up."
He felt pain, throbbing, mind numbing pain throughout his entire body. Logan forced his eyes open, and began focusing on Storm's face.
"You still..mad at..me?" He rasped, through labored breathing.
A weak smile crossed Storm's features. She sniffled. "No." She said softly.
The bartender, keeping pressure on Logan's wound looked toward Storm. "This man needs a hospital."
Storm looked at him worriedly.
"No." Logan coughed. "No....no hospital."
Storm took in a deep breath and looked into his pained eyes. "Alright, no hospital."
The bartender was listening intently. "Lady are you nuts? This guy needs ta get to a damn hospital."
Storm glared at him, brushing away her tears with her sleave. "I can take care of him." She said sternly.
The bartender stepped away, his hands in the air. "I want no part of this lady, I'm gonna be called a mutie lover for helpin' as it is."
"Fine then go!" Storm yelled.
The bartender walked towards the back door and started to leave.
"Wait!" Storm yelled to him.
He turned around and looked at her.
"Just help me get him into our truck."
The man looked down at the ground, his hand on the door.
"Please?" Storm pleaded.
The man walked back over to Storm and Logan and began to help her get him up.
When they reached the truck and got him in the passenger's seat, Storm took the apron and wrapped it around his back as tightly as she could. She thanked the man for helping them and he left.
She sadly looked over to Logan. He had been pained too much to stay awake and was unconscious again. Tears began to form again in Storm's eyes and she quickly wiped them away, starting up the truck and driving as fast as she could, to the cabin.
When she finally reached the cabin and got Logan inside as carefully as she could, she called up the institute.
Thankfully, despite the late hour, someone picked up the phone.
"Xavier Institute for Gifted Children."
"Hank, I need you to get over here now!" Storm said frantically.
"Ororo? What's the matter? Has something happened?" Hank asked, concerned.
"Yes, Hank, there was an accident."
Storm explained what had happened as fast as she could and Hank quickly informed the Professor and took off with the X-Jet and a lot of medical supplies.
Hank told the Professor not to wake Zero and wait to tell her in the morning. He explained that they would bring Logan to the mansion in the morning if he was stable enough.
Storm had positioned Logan on the bed, lying on his stomach. She had gathered towels in hot water to keep pressed on the wound. She poured sugar on it also, so it would slow the bleeding. She had learned that sugar helps with clotting and was praying it would work. Storm knew that whatever that man had injected Logan with, was working and it had taken away his powers. The question was, how long would it last? Would Hank get there in time to help? Would he even make it through the night? Storm immediately tried to erase those thoughts from her mind. She began to cry, her body racking in sobs. She loved Logan, and couldn't understand how she could never say anything before, or even do anything about it. It seemed ironic to her, the saying about not realizing how much someone means to you until they're gone. She shook her head. He's not dead, he's not going to die. She kept repeating the same thing in her head, over and over.
All of a sudden the door flew open and the blue furred doctor burst in. He rushed into the room carrying medical supplies.
Storm ran over to Hank, embracing him in a hug. "Hank!" She cried. "I'm so glad you're here."
She stepped back and walked over to Logan's side.
"How is he?" Hank asked, looking at Logan. His expression saddened.
Storm shook her head. "Not good, Hank." She sniffled. "He's lost alot of blood."
Hank opened his medical kit and took out a bag of saline and blood, and hooked Logan up to each of them. He had to first roll Logan onto his back, after bandaging up his wound.
Storm looked at Hank and he sighed. "What is it Hank?"
He looked up at her. "I can't be sure without doing some testing, but I think the bullet may have severed his spinal chord."
"But he *will* recover right??" Storm asked, her face furrowed in concern.
Hank looked towards Logan and sighed. "I'm honestly not sure Storm. He should be alright to move in the morning." He assured her, although he was not sure himself. "We'll take him back and be able to do tests to see how long this poison will affect him, and what other side-effects are." Hank saw the lost look in Storm's eyes and the need to be with Logan and know he was going to be alright. He placed his large, blue furred hand on hers and gave a weak smile. "Why don't you get some rest."
"I want to stay with him." She said, her voice was fatigued.
Hank scratched the back of his head. "I know. I'll go get you some blankets and you can stay beside his bed if you want."
Storm nodded.
Hank walked out of the room to return soon after with a bundle of blankets in his arms.
Storm tried to smile a "thanks" as Hank left the room again.
He stopped at the doorway. "I'm going to try and get some sleep on the couch. If anything happens just holler." He smiled.
Storm nodded back at him and settled next to Logan's bedside, wrapped in a bundle of blankets. She shoved her face into the bundle around her as tears streaked down her face and she began to cry. How could something like this happen? Storm thought. How could someone that meant so much to her, be lying there in such great pain, and there was nothing she could do about it. Storm always thought of Logan to be like the invincible man, immortal. She never thought of him as vulnerable to death, atleast not until now. She sat there, leaning against the wall, and cried herself to sleep.
Author's Note: More RoLo-ness to come! This story is about the relationship between Logan, Storm and Zero as Logan's daughter so....she hasta be in the next chap. But don't worry, i *will* have Storm and Logan together! That is my mission in life...sometimes i think i'm crazy, sometimes i know i'm not. ok well anywayz...please R+R! *BAMF*