Disclaimer: I don't own Logan, or any of the X-men. But I do own Madison! ^_^
A/N: This chapter is a little bit angsty like the last chapter. Thank you everyone for reviewing!!!!!! ^_^ OH! And I'm taking a vote just for the heck of it, who thinks Logan's orange combat boots are cool? Okay I'm done, Read on!
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Logan walked into the hospital room holding three orange roses in one hand while his other hand dangled at his side opening and closing unconsciously. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the salty metallic smell of blood overwhelmed the room and Logan's nose. He breathed out sharply through his nose as he set the roses down on the nightstand by Madison's bed then went over to the window and opened it. A gust of wind burst in through the window bringing in the smell of the outside world into the small room. Logan took a deep breath; exhaling slowly he turned back towards Madison's still form and walked towards her pulling up a chair as he did so. Carefully he brushed her hair from her face with his hand then stroked her cheek with his thumb.
He frowned pulling his hand away, "What do you want?" He growled acknowledging the presence of Scott now in the room.
Scott frowned narrowing his eyes behind his sunglasses, "I just wanted to apologize."
"For what?" Logan replied monotonously rolling his eyes.
"For doubting that you could take care of a kid and…" Scott lowered his head and took a step backwards toward the door, "And for ratting you out."
Logan's head jerked up, "What?" He growled jumping to his feet, "What do you mean 'ratting me out'?!" He snarled taking a step towards Scott.
"I-I was the one who told the police where you were." Scott said shakily not liking the look in Logan's eyes.
Logan unsheathed his claws and bared his teeth, "Yer the one!?" He barked trying to restrain himself from tearing into Scott like he was nothing but a cheap stuffed animal, "Fer all I care, this is yer fault! Now GET OUT!" Logan shouted causing Scott to race out of the room like a scared rabbit.
Panting in anger Logan retracted his claws and slumped down into the chair he had previously been sitting in. He didn't like Scott before but he had respected him because he was part of the X-men, but now, all of that just went down the toilet. He wasn't sure if he could restrain himself from killing Scott the next time he saw him. With a sigh Logan looked up at Madison who was still in a deep slumber from all the painkillers the doctors had been giving her for her injuries. Logan frowned feeling the unwanted feeling of déjà vu wash over him.
He rubbed the back of his neck frowning, "That stupid imbecile." He muttered to himself as he leaned forward in his chair resting his chin on the palm of his hand. He watched Madison as she winced in pain every now and then but remained in a deep sleep. Her hand clenched and unclenched unconsciously every now and then. Logan placed his hand on top of hers stopping the movement almost instantly. He sighed running a hand roughly down his face to hide the look of pain that washed over his features. Madison moaned softly opening her eyes and then looked around, a look of fear glazing her eyes over. Logan noticed this immediately and squeezed her hand pulling her attention towards him. Slowly Madison calmed down tears from both fear and happiness steamed down her cheeks.
"Hey darlin', don't ya cry now. Everythin's gonna be okay," Logan whispered wiping the tears away with his thumb noticing how Madison visibly relaxed when he touched her as though she hadn't been quite sure if he was real or not, "Yer gonna be okay."
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Several weeks passed before the hospital finally released Madison with strict orders for her to get another weeks worth of rest. Logan pulled up to the cabin in a black truck that he barrowed from Professor Xavier so that he could pick Madison up from the hospital, considering that it would be kind of hard to ride back to Canada on a motorcycle with her injuries. The doctors had told him that when Frank hit Madison with his car she had broken her left leg and had somehow broken her right arm before then.
"It's good to be back." Madison sighed reaching for her crutches in the back seat.
Logan opened the door for her, "Don't worry 'bout those." He smiled scooping her up in his arms.
"Whoa!" Madison laughed, "This is much easier than the crutches!"
Logan chuckled carrying her inside to the couch where he gently set her down, "How ya feelin' darlin'?" He asked folding his arms over his chest.
Madison smiled softly as she stretched out on the couch careful to avoid hitting any of her cuts and bruises, "I'm alright."
Logan nodded, "Good."
Madison watched Logan from the corner of her eye as he flopped down in the Lay-Z boy and open up his latest magazine on motorcycles and cars. She decided that now was the best time to talk to him, before his eyes glazed over and he was completely and forever lost inside the magazine.
"Logan?" She whispered timidly while playing with a loose piece of cotton from her cast, "Can I talk to you?" Leaning her head back she watched him slowly put his magazine down and nod.
"Sure darlin', what's up?"
She stared at him upside down for a minute before sitting back up, "Will I… They wont send me back to… to him will they?"
Logan's eyes darkened, "No darlin', he wont get ya back."
Madison sighed in relief, "It was scary, you know?" Logan stood up and was now at Madison's side, she lowered her eyes away from Logan's, "I didn't think I would make it." She whispered gritting her teeth experiencing a wave of memories hit her full force.
"What happened?" Logan narrowed his eyes berating him self mentally for not being there when she needed him the most.
Madison looked up at him her eyes red with unshed tears, "It's not your fault you know," She said silently, "You tried."
Logan raised an eyebrow, "How-?"
"When… when he was pulling me up the stairs I-I could hear him mumbling to himself," She stammered wrapping her arms around herself the best she could with the cast, "Then I realized that his… his lips weren't moving. But I could hear him."
Logan knelt down by her side, "You're a telepathic." He said softly and Madison nodded shakily.
"I heard all the things he wanted to do… was going to do." She squeezed her eyes shut letting the tears fall.
"Start from the beginning." Logan whispered wiping the tears away.
Madison nodded opening her eyes, "I was daydreaming about the time you scared all those people in the restaurant, " A faint smile crept up onto her lips but vanished, "Then suddenly the door jerked open and I fell out hitting my elbow on the ground. The next thing I knew I was being dragged into the house and up some stairs. That's when it started. I heard him call me all sorts of names and that he would teach me a lesson. I pulled my arm as hard as I could… I heard a sickening 'pop!' and then I was falling down the stairs backwards," Madison shook her head trying to rid the assault of memories, "Everything was happening so fast, I was outside my arm hurt really bad and was hanging at an odd angle but I didn't care. I was calling out for help in my mind to the professor… then I was on the ground and all I could see was red…" She looked up at Logan tears streaming down her face, "He… he dragged me inside planning on killing me. He was going for the knife when he heard you run inside."
Logan narrowed his eyes feeling the rage bubbling up inside him self, but he pushed it back down pulling Madison into a hug.
"I-I was s-so sc-scared!" She sobbed onto his shoulder wrapping her uninjured arm around Logan's neck.
"Yer safe now darlin'." Logan whispered softly glaring at the couch, 'I should've killed the bastard.' He thought angrily.
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