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: this chapter is going to go into a little bit about what Mystique's motives are for attacking Logan. Since this is my own universe things may get a bit confusing so I will try and explain as best as I can in the chapters so you understand and get up to speed with what's going on in my head. :-) Fair warning: this may take some patience, which i don't have much of so i don't expect you to. ;) If i didn't explain well enough, just tell me in a review. Hope ya keep readin'.
Light in the Dark chp.8
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Now: The blue skinned woman, Mystique, once known as Raven Darkholme, sat alone in a raggedy hotel room. She had only recently heard of the X-Men and found the one person she had set out to destroy was a member. Mystique had done a little research, using her shape-shifting abilities to her advantage, and found out Logan had been living with the X-Men in Westchester with his daughter, and has recently moved to a cabin in Canada. She had a little trouble finding him at first, but to her luck, she found him entering a bar with a lady friend of his. She was unsure who the woman was, or where Logan's cabin is, for that matter. After some careful planning and hiring of some of the local mutant-haters, she went after Logan, hopefully destroying that sense of security he had found with his daughter and new home, and maybe even taking his life in the process. She smiled wickedly, then the memories of her past began coming back to her.
Then: Raven Darkholme was living a normal life, although she knew of her mutant abilities. She had a cozy little home in New Hampshire, with a loving husband and baby girl.
That life was soon destroyed, when the people from Weapon X came along and killed her family, kidnapped her, and trained her to be their weapon. Just when her life was almost perfect. You can never live your dreams. That was the bitterness that had grown inside her talking. She had been young and foolish. Now she was a trained killer, an experiment.
While she was in the Weapon X program, she had met a man called Wolverine, she later learned his name to be Logan. He had been there before her, his memory had been erased and he could not remember anything from his past. He didn't know if he had a family, where he once lived, or even how old he was. Mystique, as she was now called, on the other hand, could remember everything. They hadn't erased her memories because they were cruel, absolutly cruel. They wanted her to remember the family they'd slaughtered, they wanted her to feel sorrow and they wanted her to realize her life could never be that good again.
The nights in her cell were cold, damp and mostly quiet. Wolverine, who was in the cell across from hers, did not speak, Mystique wondered if he even remembered how to speak. She'd watch him at night and try to talk to him, to make conversation and forget the horrible nightmare her life had become. All he did mostly, was huddle in the back corner of his damp cell, silently rocking back and forth, his arms wrapped around his knees, close to his chest.
Mystique remembered seeing the man often in training, he seemed like a whole different person out there than he was at night in the cell. She'd seen him rip human dummies apart so effortlessy, full of life, full of energy and raging emotion. But not now, all she could see now was a caged animal that had been beaten and abused. She frowned for a moment, then looked at the bars of her cell.
"Wolverine? I've seen you use those claws you have in your arms, why don't you just cut through the bars and escape?" She asked him, not really expecting an answer, he never did answer her questions.
Wolverine looked across the floor, toward Mystique. His eyes were dark pools, devoid of emotion. He shook his head. "Can't." He said gruffly. He got to his feet and walked over to the bars, releasing his claws with a sharp *SNIKT!*
Mystique was slightly startled, but watched anyway.
He slashed his claws across the bars which produced loud clink, clanking noises. He shook his head. "Bars are made o' the same metal as these." He held up his claws. "Adamantium can't cut through adamantium." Logan shook his head and returned to the dark corner of his cell.
Mystique sighed. 'Atleast he can talk.' She thought.
Eventually Mystique got Wolverine into more conversations. She would talk about her family, and mostly Wolverine would just listen. At first she'd thought it would make him angry to hear about her family, when he could not remember if he'd had one of his own, but surprisingly it didn't. Wolverine rather liked hearing about Mystique, and her husband and daughter.
As the years passed by, Wolverine and Mystique became friends while in the Weapon X program. They'd back each other up on missions, talk in their cells at night, and when they weren't being tortured or experimented on, they had a pretty okay time just being together and being able to associate with another human being.
This was all going pretty well until a man called Sabertooth joined the program. The sad thing was, Sabertooth actually volunteered to be in the program. He rather liked the killing and all the blood. When the Weapon X people had paired Mystique with Sabertooth on a long mission, she came back a different person. She had no feeling anymore. She didn't care about others, she never talked about her past or her family, and she even stopped talking to Wolverine. Mystique was cold and empty, and Sabertooth had made her that way.
In those long months that Wolverine hadn't seen or talked to Mystique, he himself went into a sort of emotional regression. The physical and emotional strain had really been getting to him lately and he really wanted out.
There had been an accident, soon after Mystique's return. Sabertooth had killed one of the guards that was bringing him back to his cell. Mystique had also killed a guard in trying to help him escape. At this time, Wolverine was strapped to a table while they cleaned out the cells. He took the oportunity to escape. As he was getting out, Mystique remained close behind and was captured. She had called out for Wolverine to come back and help her, but he refused. After seeing the evil look in her eyes and the satisfaction when she killed, he didn't think she deserved to be out in the world.
Wolverine had also gotten captured that night, just as he was heading out the last gates. His memory was wiped clean, and he was locked in his cell again, after a night of torture. The next morning however, he did manage to escape.
Mystique had heard about him escaping, and was angered that he had just left her. Although truthfully it wasn't his fault, he couldn't remember her, or anything for that matter.
Another few years had passed, and Mystique and Sabertooth had finally gotten out. Mystique was more bitter than ever and wanted to track down Wolverine for what he had done. She learned that he found himself a wife and was living a normal life. He even had a daughter. Just like the daughter she had lost.
Now: Mystique lay back against her pillow on the hotel room bed. She thought about the woman Logan was with and realized that was not the mother of his child. She had done research and learned that after his daughter was born, his wife had left, learning that Logan was a mutant. She didn't want anything to do with him then. Her name was Martha Stone, his daughter's mother. Martha took away their daughter while Logan was at work and everything pretty much went downhill after that.
Logan had searched for his daughter for a while, then was captured by SHIELD and his memory was further erased. He was rescued by Professor Xavier and brought to the X-Mansion. He lived there for a few years when his daughter arrived on their doorstep. Logan couldn't remember anything about having a daughter, but was grateful for a piece of his past finding him.
Mystique smiled and closed her eyes. She had wanted revenge for a long time, and now she thought it was sweet. She drifted off to sleep with a wicked smile on her face.
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Storm awoke to the sound of ragged breathing. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and scrambled to sit up so she could see Logan.
His eyes were open and he was breathing more steadily. He gave a soft grunt, but did not speak.
Storm touched his face and brushed the hair from his forehead. She half-smiled, tears threatening to form in her eyes again. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly.
Logan looked into her redened eyes. He knew she had been crying. He was in a world of pain, but didn't want her worrying any more than she obviously had been. "Great." He muttered weakly, forcing a smile.
Storm gently leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Good." She smiled.
Hank then walked in the room yawning. He smiled when he saw Logan awake. "It seems our patient is doing better." He stepped towards Logan and checked his IV bag and blood. He then put a hand on his wrist and checked his pulse. "Hmm..you've still lost a lot of blood.." He paused. "Pulse is still a bit weak, But I think we'll be able to get you to the mansion alright."
Logan blinked his eyes, seeing rapid flashes of memories from the previous night returning to him. "Hank?" He didn't remember seeing Beast there before. "How...did I...get here?" He asked, although it pained him some to speak.
Storm rested a hand on his arm. "The bartender helped me get you into the truck and I brought you back here." She frowned slightly, remembering what had happened. "I called Hank as soon as I got you in bed."
Logan tried nodding, but a sharp pain shot through his back, up to his neck. He winced.
"Logan are you alright?" Hank asked, in the sudden change of his expression.
He grunted. "Yeah..just a pain in my...back."
"That's excellent." Hank smiled.
Storm and Logan gave him odd looks. Was he off his rocker?! How was pain a good thing? Logan wondered.
Hank noticed the looks they were giving him. "This just may prove that Logan is not paralyzed from his injuries."
Storm nodded in understandment.
"Logan, could you try moving your legs? This probably *will* hurt, but it will prove a point." Hank asked, watching the still slightly confused Logan.
Logan sighed, and took in a deep breath. He tried moving his leg, and searing pain shot through his body. He roared out as it felt like jagged knives were ripping through him. "Raaaaaaaaaagh!"
"Logan!" Storm called out in concern. She put her hand in his and tried to calm him.
Beast nodded. "My friend, are you alright? Atleast you have movement in your lower body and are registering pain."
Logan breathed in heavily, sharp ragged breaths. "Rrgh! What's....so great...about pain!?"
Storm turned towards Beast. "That is enough Hank."
Beast frowned. "I'm sorry Storm, there won't be any more testing like that." He looked at Logan. "I'm very sorry Logan."
Logan grunted. "S'okay Hank......I know....you were, jus' tryin'...ta help." He gave a lopsided smile and closed his eyes as the pain became a dull throbbing.
Beast looked toward Storm. "Let's get him into the X-Jet."
Storm nodded.
Hank started walking out of the room. "I'll go get the stretcher and then I'll need your help getting him to the jet."
"Alright, let's get going then." Storm looked at Logan, his eyes were closed in pain, and he was clutching at the side of the bed.
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Back at the mansion, Zero was in the Professor's study with Kitty. He had just told her about everything that had happened with Storm and Logan.
"What?! Where's my Dad?! I wanna see him!"
Kitty was trying to give her some moral support by being there and the Professor tried to calm her down.
"Please Zero, calm yourself. Hank left last night to help Storm keep him stable so they could bring him here this morning. They just called in a little while ago to announce that they are on their way."
Zero stormed out of the room and ran down the hall.
Kitty ran after her. "Z, wait!!"
Zero stopped for a minute infront of the door to Logan's old room at the mansion. She heard Kitty catching up behind her and Zero brushed the tears away with her sleave, not wanting her friend to see her cry.
"Z, it's like, gonna be okay y'know?" Kitty went to put a hand on her shoulder but Zero pulled away.
She turned around and looked at Kitty, opening the door to the room. She nodded. "Yeah, sure." Zero faked a smile and went into the room, closing the door behind her.
She went over to the bed and picked up one of the pillows, breathing in the lingering scents of her Dad that were still there. She closed her eyes and layed down on the bed trying to think of happier times.
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After getting Logan on the jet safely, Beast was forced to sedate him and give him other medications because he was in so much pain. Just getting him to the jet on the stretcher had caused him enough strain already.
Storm continued to check on Logan every once in a while until Beast finally assured her that he would be fine. She moved to the front of the plane and took a seat beside Hank. They began talking just to get a conversation going, but all Storm could think about at the moment was Logan.
"Hank?"
"You don't need to check on him again Storm, I'm sure he's fine.
Storm smiled slightly. "No it's not that."
Beast turned to Storm.
"Do you think this...this poison that is affecting him will ware off?"
Hank thought for a moment. "I'm not sure,.....as I've said before we still-"
"Need to do testing, I know." Storm interrupted. "But, offhand, what do you think?"
Beast looked into her hopeful eyes. "Logan's strong, I think he'll beat this, whatever it is." He smiled. "And if he can't do it on his own, I'm sure we must be able to find some way to restore his powers."
Storm nodded and stared out into the sky through the windshield of the jet.
Author's Note: I hope this chapter helped you understand Mystiques motives and all. Please review. *BAMF*
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: this chapter is going to go into a little bit about what Mystique's motives are for attacking Logan. Since this is my own universe things may get a bit confusing so I will try and explain as best as I can in the chapters so you understand and get up to speed with what's going on in my head. :-) Fair warning: this may take some patience, which i don't have much of so i don't expect you to. ;) If i didn't explain well enough, just tell me in a review. Hope ya keep readin'.
Light in the Dark chp.8
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Now: The blue skinned woman, Mystique, once known as Raven Darkholme, sat alone in a raggedy hotel room. She had only recently heard of the X-Men and found the one person she had set out to destroy was a member. Mystique had done a little research, using her shape-shifting abilities to her advantage, and found out Logan had been living with the X-Men in Westchester with his daughter, and has recently moved to a cabin in Canada. She had a little trouble finding him at first, but to her luck, she found him entering a bar with a lady friend of his. She was unsure who the woman was, or where Logan's cabin is, for that matter. After some careful planning and hiring of some of the local mutant-haters, she went after Logan, hopefully destroying that sense of security he had found with his daughter and new home, and maybe even taking his life in the process. She smiled wickedly, then the memories of her past began coming back to her.
Then: Raven Darkholme was living a normal life, although she knew of her mutant abilities. She had a cozy little home in New Hampshire, with a loving husband and baby girl.
That life was soon destroyed, when the people from Weapon X came along and killed her family, kidnapped her, and trained her to be their weapon. Just when her life was almost perfect. You can never live your dreams. That was the bitterness that had grown inside her talking. She had been young and foolish. Now she was a trained killer, an experiment.
While she was in the Weapon X program, she had met a man called Wolverine, she later learned his name to be Logan. He had been there before her, his memory had been erased and he could not remember anything from his past. He didn't know if he had a family, where he once lived, or even how old he was. Mystique, as she was now called, on the other hand, could remember everything. They hadn't erased her memories because they were cruel, absolutly cruel. They wanted her to remember the family they'd slaughtered, they wanted her to feel sorrow and they wanted her to realize her life could never be that good again.
The nights in her cell were cold, damp and mostly quiet. Wolverine, who was in the cell across from hers, did not speak, Mystique wondered if he even remembered how to speak. She'd watch him at night and try to talk to him, to make conversation and forget the horrible nightmare her life had become. All he did mostly, was huddle in the back corner of his damp cell, silently rocking back and forth, his arms wrapped around his knees, close to his chest.
Mystique remembered seeing the man often in training, he seemed like a whole different person out there than he was at night in the cell. She'd seen him rip human dummies apart so effortlessy, full of life, full of energy and raging emotion. But not now, all she could see now was a caged animal that had been beaten and abused. She frowned for a moment, then looked at the bars of her cell.
"Wolverine? I've seen you use those claws you have in your arms, why don't you just cut through the bars and escape?" She asked him, not really expecting an answer, he never did answer her questions.
Wolverine looked across the floor, toward Mystique. His eyes were dark pools, devoid of emotion. He shook his head. "Can't." He said gruffly. He got to his feet and walked over to the bars, releasing his claws with a sharp *SNIKT!*
Mystique was slightly startled, but watched anyway.
He slashed his claws across the bars which produced loud clink, clanking noises. He shook his head. "Bars are made o' the same metal as these." He held up his claws. "Adamantium can't cut through adamantium." Logan shook his head and returned to the dark corner of his cell.
Mystique sighed. 'Atleast he can talk.' She thought.
Eventually Mystique got Wolverine into more conversations. She would talk about her family, and mostly Wolverine would just listen. At first she'd thought it would make him angry to hear about her family, when he could not remember if he'd had one of his own, but surprisingly it didn't. Wolverine rather liked hearing about Mystique, and her husband and daughter.
As the years passed by, Wolverine and Mystique became friends while in the Weapon X program. They'd back each other up on missions, talk in their cells at night, and when they weren't being tortured or experimented on, they had a pretty okay time just being together and being able to associate with another human being.
This was all going pretty well until a man called Sabertooth joined the program. The sad thing was, Sabertooth actually volunteered to be in the program. He rather liked the killing and all the blood. When the Weapon X people had paired Mystique with Sabertooth on a long mission, she came back a different person. She had no feeling anymore. She didn't care about others, she never talked about her past or her family, and she even stopped talking to Wolverine. Mystique was cold and empty, and Sabertooth had made her that way.
In those long months that Wolverine hadn't seen or talked to Mystique, he himself went into a sort of emotional regression. The physical and emotional strain had really been getting to him lately and he really wanted out.
There had been an accident, soon after Mystique's return. Sabertooth had killed one of the guards that was bringing him back to his cell. Mystique had also killed a guard in trying to help him escape. At this time, Wolverine was strapped to a table while they cleaned out the cells. He took the oportunity to escape. As he was getting out, Mystique remained close behind and was captured. She had called out for Wolverine to come back and help her, but he refused. After seeing the evil look in her eyes and the satisfaction when she killed, he didn't think she deserved to be out in the world.
Wolverine had also gotten captured that night, just as he was heading out the last gates. His memory was wiped clean, and he was locked in his cell again, after a night of torture. The next morning however, he did manage to escape.
Mystique had heard about him escaping, and was angered that he had just left her. Although truthfully it wasn't his fault, he couldn't remember her, or anything for that matter.
Another few years had passed, and Mystique and Sabertooth had finally gotten out. Mystique was more bitter than ever and wanted to track down Wolverine for what he had done. She learned that he found himself a wife and was living a normal life. He even had a daughter. Just like the daughter she had lost.
Now: Mystique lay back against her pillow on the hotel room bed. She thought about the woman Logan was with and realized that was not the mother of his child. She had done research and learned that after his daughter was born, his wife had left, learning that Logan was a mutant. She didn't want anything to do with him then. Her name was Martha Stone, his daughter's mother. Martha took away their daughter while Logan was at work and everything pretty much went downhill after that.
Logan had searched for his daughter for a while, then was captured by SHIELD and his memory was further erased. He was rescued by Professor Xavier and brought to the X-Mansion. He lived there for a few years when his daughter arrived on their doorstep. Logan couldn't remember anything about having a daughter, but was grateful for a piece of his past finding him.
Mystique smiled and closed her eyes. She had wanted revenge for a long time, and now she thought it was sweet. She drifted off to sleep with a wicked smile on her face.
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Storm awoke to the sound of ragged breathing. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and scrambled to sit up so she could see Logan.
His eyes were open and he was breathing more steadily. He gave a soft grunt, but did not speak.
Storm touched his face and brushed the hair from his forehead. She half-smiled, tears threatening to form in her eyes again. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly.
Logan looked into her redened eyes. He knew she had been crying. He was in a world of pain, but didn't want her worrying any more than she obviously had been. "Great." He muttered weakly, forcing a smile.
Storm gently leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Good." She smiled.
Hank then walked in the room yawning. He smiled when he saw Logan awake. "It seems our patient is doing better." He stepped towards Logan and checked his IV bag and blood. He then put a hand on his wrist and checked his pulse. "Hmm..you've still lost a lot of blood.." He paused. "Pulse is still a bit weak, But I think we'll be able to get you to the mansion alright."
Logan blinked his eyes, seeing rapid flashes of memories from the previous night returning to him. "Hank?" He didn't remember seeing Beast there before. "How...did I...get here?" He asked, although it pained him some to speak.
Storm rested a hand on his arm. "The bartender helped me get you into the truck and I brought you back here." She frowned slightly, remembering what had happened. "I called Hank as soon as I got you in bed."
Logan tried nodding, but a sharp pain shot through his back, up to his neck. He winced.
"Logan are you alright?" Hank asked, in the sudden change of his expression.
He grunted. "Yeah..just a pain in my...back."
"That's excellent." Hank smiled.
Storm and Logan gave him odd looks. Was he off his rocker?! How was pain a good thing? Logan wondered.
Hank noticed the looks they were giving him. "This just may prove that Logan is not paralyzed from his injuries."
Storm nodded in understandment.
"Logan, could you try moving your legs? This probably *will* hurt, but it will prove a point." Hank asked, watching the still slightly confused Logan.
Logan sighed, and took in a deep breath. He tried moving his leg, and searing pain shot through his body. He roared out as it felt like jagged knives were ripping through him. "Raaaaaaaaaagh!"
"Logan!" Storm called out in concern. She put her hand in his and tried to calm him.
Beast nodded. "My friend, are you alright? Atleast you have movement in your lower body and are registering pain."
Logan breathed in heavily, sharp ragged breaths. "Rrgh! What's....so great...about pain!?"
Storm turned towards Beast. "That is enough Hank."
Beast frowned. "I'm sorry Storm, there won't be any more testing like that." He looked at Logan. "I'm very sorry Logan."
Logan grunted. "S'okay Hank......I know....you were, jus' tryin'...ta help." He gave a lopsided smile and closed his eyes as the pain became a dull throbbing.
Beast looked toward Storm. "Let's get him into the X-Jet."
Storm nodded.
Hank started walking out of the room. "I'll go get the stretcher and then I'll need your help getting him to the jet."
"Alright, let's get going then." Storm looked at Logan, his eyes were closed in pain, and he was clutching at the side of the bed.
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Back at the mansion, Zero was in the Professor's study with Kitty. He had just told her about everything that had happened with Storm and Logan.
"What?! Where's my Dad?! I wanna see him!"
Kitty was trying to give her some moral support by being there and the Professor tried to calm her down.
"Please Zero, calm yourself. Hank left last night to help Storm keep him stable so they could bring him here this morning. They just called in a little while ago to announce that they are on their way."
Zero stormed out of the room and ran down the hall.
Kitty ran after her. "Z, wait!!"
Zero stopped for a minute infront of the door to Logan's old room at the mansion. She heard Kitty catching up behind her and Zero brushed the tears away with her sleave, not wanting her friend to see her cry.
"Z, it's like, gonna be okay y'know?" Kitty went to put a hand on her shoulder but Zero pulled away.
She turned around and looked at Kitty, opening the door to the room. She nodded. "Yeah, sure." Zero faked a smile and went into the room, closing the door behind her.
She went over to the bed and picked up one of the pillows, breathing in the lingering scents of her Dad that were still there. She closed her eyes and layed down on the bed trying to think of happier times.
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After getting Logan on the jet safely, Beast was forced to sedate him and give him other medications because he was in so much pain. Just getting him to the jet on the stretcher had caused him enough strain already.
Storm continued to check on Logan every once in a while until Beast finally assured her that he would be fine. She moved to the front of the plane and took a seat beside Hank. They began talking just to get a conversation going, but all Storm could think about at the moment was Logan.
"Hank?"
"You don't need to check on him again Storm, I'm sure he's fine.
Storm smiled slightly. "No it's not that."
Beast turned to Storm.
"Do you think this...this poison that is affecting him will ware off?"
Hank thought for a moment. "I'm not sure,.....as I've said before we still-"
"Need to do testing, I know." Storm interrupted. "But, offhand, what do you think?"
Beast looked into her hopeful eyes. "Logan's strong, I think he'll beat this, whatever it is." He smiled. "And if he can't do it on his own, I'm sure we must be able to find some way to restore his powers."
Storm nodded and stared out into the sky through the windshield of the jet.
Author's Note: I hope this chapter helped you understand Mystiques motives and all. Please review. *BAMF*