She told them what had happened, all the time ready for some kind of
attack. Although, if they'd chosen to, they could have quite easily killed
her. Emma knew she didn't have anymore juice in her after she blasted the
door in.
"I didn't do it. I'll bet Magneto tore up the car to scare ya." He was trying to be friendly, but she would have none of it.
"It is very likely, but there's only one way to find out. And that will have to wait until tomorrow."
Emma jumped up, her anger building. "What? No, we'll do it now! I came here to find out who I am, not to hang around until you feel like enlightening me!" Her scar, already covered with dried blood, began to bleed afresh. Small, sputtering sparks flew from her hands, fading before they reached the ground. Her shoulder stung madly. Borne out of her injuries and weariness, tears of frustration sprang to her eyes.
"Emma, calm down." Strangely enough, perhaps due to the authoritarian tone Xavier used, she did. "You're tired and so am I. If we do this tonight, both of us could get hurt. Logan, take her - "
"Yeah, I got ya. C'mon... Sparky." He looked odd, as if he wanted to say something else, but he was silent.
Emma found herself following him, although she didn't quite know why. The hall she was taken to was empty now, but she could see light under some of the doors. Logan led her to one at the end of the corridor. It was nice, but brought no flashes of remembrance as she looked around. It was large, with two beds, two dressers and a stereo.
Wolverine leaned on the door frame. "Charles wants me to keep an eye on you, but you look like you could do with some clothes. Think you'll destroy anything if I leave for a few minutes?"
She looked at him, her weariness shining through her tough mask. There was something in his voice and eyes that she couldn't identify. If she were less tired, Emma might have made a sarcastic remark, but she just nodded.
Logan only left her for five minutes, enough to fetch her dufflebag - rescued from her torn car - and antiseptic for her wounds. When he came back, she was lying on one of the beds, fully clothed and deep asleep.
He stepped lightly, lying the bag down on one of the dressers and grabbing a tissue. She didn't move as he gently cleaned the graze on her arm, and only shifted slightly when he cleaned the cuts on her face. He paused as the three pale lines on her arm caught the light.
He didn't know what had possessed him that day. He had almost killed the thing in the world that he loved the most. In the time since their last meeting, he'd thought a lot. It burned deep in his chest that he couldn't even apologise to her, because she couldn't remember what he'd done.
//Maybe if she did she woulda tried harder to kill me...// Quietly and gently, he removed her boots and pulled the blankets over her sleeping form before turning the lights out and taking the other bed.
Just a short note to any one reading this (seems I don't have many readers), this is will be the last in this series, despite the fact that at the end the story is not really resolved. I don't really have the inclination to write this if no one is going to read it, and I can spend my time better working on private projects.
"I didn't do it. I'll bet Magneto tore up the car to scare ya." He was trying to be friendly, but she would have none of it.
"It is very likely, but there's only one way to find out. And that will have to wait until tomorrow."
Emma jumped up, her anger building. "What? No, we'll do it now! I came here to find out who I am, not to hang around until you feel like enlightening me!" Her scar, already covered with dried blood, began to bleed afresh. Small, sputtering sparks flew from her hands, fading before they reached the ground. Her shoulder stung madly. Borne out of her injuries and weariness, tears of frustration sprang to her eyes.
"Emma, calm down." Strangely enough, perhaps due to the authoritarian tone Xavier used, she did. "You're tired and so am I. If we do this tonight, both of us could get hurt. Logan, take her - "
"Yeah, I got ya. C'mon... Sparky." He looked odd, as if he wanted to say something else, but he was silent.
Emma found herself following him, although she didn't quite know why. The hall she was taken to was empty now, but she could see light under some of the doors. Logan led her to one at the end of the corridor. It was nice, but brought no flashes of remembrance as she looked around. It was large, with two beds, two dressers and a stereo.
Wolverine leaned on the door frame. "Charles wants me to keep an eye on you, but you look like you could do with some clothes. Think you'll destroy anything if I leave for a few minutes?"
She looked at him, her weariness shining through her tough mask. There was something in his voice and eyes that she couldn't identify. If she were less tired, Emma might have made a sarcastic remark, but she just nodded.
Logan only left her for five minutes, enough to fetch her dufflebag - rescued from her torn car - and antiseptic for her wounds. When he came back, she was lying on one of the beds, fully clothed and deep asleep.
He stepped lightly, lying the bag down on one of the dressers and grabbing a tissue. She didn't move as he gently cleaned the graze on her arm, and only shifted slightly when he cleaned the cuts on her face. He paused as the three pale lines on her arm caught the light.
He didn't know what had possessed him that day. He had almost killed the thing in the world that he loved the most. In the time since their last meeting, he'd thought a lot. It burned deep in his chest that he couldn't even apologise to her, because she couldn't remember what he'd done.
//Maybe if she did she woulda tried harder to kill me...// Quietly and gently, he removed her boots and pulled the blankets over her sleeping form before turning the lights out and taking the other bed.
Just a short note to any one reading this (seems I don't have many readers), this is will be the last in this series, despite the fact that at the end the story is not really resolved. I don't really have the inclination to write this if no one is going to read it, and I can spend my time better working on private projects.
