She was first aware of the pain. It threatened to drown her in its depths, but Emma fought it back. She opened her eyes and was back in Wolverine's nightmare. She could feel the cold steel under his back, slick with blood. She could feel their scalpels etching into his flesh just as keenly as if it were hers.

"Logan." It hurt to speak. There was no response, aside from his scream of pain. Somehow she had to make him listen, and follow her back.

"Logan! Listen to me!" She forced the words into being, pushing with all of her might. Still he didn't respond. Her teeth hurt as she ground them together, trying to ignore the pain. A scalpel came down on his arm and a new wave of pain bore into her. She pulled back into her own mind, her hand clutching at the deep wound in her arm.

Her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor, tears pouring from her eyes. The salt stung the wound on her cheek.

//No, I'm not going to let this happen!// Gathering the last of her strength, Emma pushed once more into the torture of Logan's mind.

She put everything she had behind her last effort. If it didn't work this time, she wouldn't have the energy to pull back. She would stay with him until they both died from the mental trauma.

"LOGAN!"



A/N: Aww, sorry guys, I just couldn't resist making you all wait. It'll be up tomorrow, I promise!