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*And I can remember
Forever December
The center of dying, the heart of the pain
The rose in the bottle, the thorns in the bottom
The stars surround me, the cold astounds me*---Forever December
Matchbox Twenty
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"You think that she is making those dreams up?"
Logan nodded, "She comes in every night at 'round the same time… when I start havin' those dreams…"
"Your nightmares." Professor Xavier said as he rested his chin on his clasped hands.
"Yea… my nightmares…" Logan turned away scowling.
"Where is the child now?"
Logan lifted his head, "With Jean. Madison said somethin' 'bout not feelin' well and Jean took her down to the lab. Not 'nough sleep's my guess."
The Prof. nodded, "Have you considered talking to Madison about these nightmares, hers I mean?"
Logan hesitated a moment then turned and walked out of the small office.
The Prof. sighed as he turned towards the window behind him; something told him trouble was coming…
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~Fast-forward Two years…~
It was storming again… It had stormed off and on all month and not just outside the mansion but inside as well.
Logan growled as he dodged the pair of razor blades flying towards him; but he moved a tad to slow and was nicked across his arm. Snarling out in pain and anger he shoved his claws into the floor and shouted at the machine to turn off. One drop of blood hit the ground before the wound sealed off completely and he was whole again… almost. Slowly he jerked his claws free from the floor and retracted them as he stood. Sweat dripped off his brow and ran down his face and neck as he looked around the Danger Room.
"Logan?" came Jean's soft voice from over the speakers from the control room, "Madison is asking for you again."
He nodded letting her know that he had heard then headed to the showers.
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Jean sighed softly as she exited the lab (For lack of a better word.) and was surprised to find Logan standing just outside the door.
"Logan? You alright?"
"How… how long she got?" He asked gruffly staring over her shoulder at the door.
Jean shook her head sadly, "Not very long, she's been getting worse everyday… ever since we took the tumor out…"
Logan scowled, "Let me pass."
"A-alright." Jean took a step to the side allowing Logan entrance to the next room.
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Ignoring the fact that Jean had followed him into the room Logan pulled up a chair next the side of the bed. Madison's blue eyes stared up at the ceiling unblinking.
"Hey darlin', ya hear me?" He said softly.
Madison blinked and turned her eyes toward Logan and smiled, "I… I can see you Logan."
Logan smiled sadly, "That's great darlin'. Ya feelin' better today?"
"My head hurts…" Madison frowned her eyes welling up with tears, "My hair's gone Logan…" She blinked and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Logan frowned and using his thumb wiped away the tears, "Don't ya start cryin' there darlin', yer gonna be okay."
Jean blinked back her own tears clutching her clipboard to her chest; she had never seen Logan like this before. Frowning she quietly left the room and leaned against the wall just outside the door.
Madison closed her eyes, "Logan…?"
"I'm here." He stroked her cheek softly with the side of his finger.
The steady beat of the heart monitor suddenly deadlined startling Logan to his feet.
"Madison?!" He shouted shaking her shoulder softly, "JEAN!!" He yelled over his shoulder and both Hank and Jean ran in to the little girl.
"Logan you need to stand back here please." Jean said softly guiding Logan to the door.
"What the Hell's goin' on!?" Logan shouted but Jean had already went back to help Hank revive the little girl.
Logan backed up against the wall suddenly feeling dizzy…
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To Be Continued…
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