When Abby managed to gather enough energy to rise from the chair, she
smiled and Jim. "I think I'm going to take a long scalding hot shower". As
she walked to her room, Storm sought her out. "How's Scott? He is okay
isn't he?" She asked a little frantically. "He'll be sore when the medicine
wears off, the healing will take some time, but he'll be fine" Abby said,
trying to find the quickest way to get rid of Storm so she could take her
much-needed shower. The bloodied clothes were beginning to cling to her.
Contented with Abby's answer, Storm nodded. "Of course he will, he's Scott" Storm said as if that answered all of the universal questions. "Yeah. He's sleeping now but it would be fine if you went done to see him," Then added. "There's something in my room that needs to be tended to, so I suppose I'll see you later" With that she glided past Storm and into the waiting silver elevator.
She peeled off the stiff clothes and left them in the sink as she turned on the hot water and let them soak. She turned the knob of the shower and moaned when the hot spray hit her naked body. She lathered her body with the thick slice of pumpkin colored soap that smelled to Abby's surprise, like roses. She rinsed her hair with the rose shampoo and began to feel foolish when she thought that the day might actually be easy.
She wrapped in the robe and wrung her hair out on the floor, not caring that the soft magnolia pink rug was getting soaked. Once dry, she stepped into fresh clothes. The ankle length jeans skirt showcased her slender waist to a point it seemed as if the skirt was bragging about it, the cap- sleeved shirt was the color of a storm cloud. She didn't bother primping in the mirror; she knew she had the familiar ugly yellow circles marring her creamy ivory skin.
Water dripped in her eyes and clung to her dark golden red eyelashes and blinked them away as she walked out the door and let it slam behind her. Her first thought was to go find Logan; she doubted that he had done what she had told him to. She went to the kitchen and was surprised to see him starring blankly out the window. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly and wanted to wince when he turned to her slowly. His normal gloriously tanned skin was pale and starchy.
"Damn it Logan" She hissed as she took his arm and thrust him down in a chair. His eyes were clear and steady, which gave her an inkling of hope. "Stay" She said as she rummaged about the counters and pulled the top off a dark blue ceramic canister, which held fine white sugar. She pulled spoon from a drawer and loaded it with sugar. So fell on the floor but she ignored it as she tilted Logan's head back and shoved the spoon in his mouth.
She did this about 7 times before Logan finally found the strength to stop her. "Okay," She said as she moved to the 'fridge looking for orange juice. Disgusted when she had to settle on a bottle of Dr.Pepper, she handed it to him and ordered him to drink it all. He felt as if he were going to burst when Abby was done with him. "If you had just done what I had told you to do in the first place we wouldn't have had to do that," She scolded him mildly. He nodded and looked up at her from the table.
"How is he?" Logan asked and Abby looked over her shoulder at him for a moment too long. "He'll be fine" She sat across from him at the table. "I know you probably don't want to hear this Logan, but it was a really nice thing you did for Scott" Logan rubbed at the sore spot on his arm and shrugged a broad shoulder. "What would you have thought of me if I didn't do anything?" He asked, a dark eyebrow rose.
Abby knew it was more then what she thought of him, but he would deny till he was dead if she said so. "So," She said as she examined him. "Wolverine?" A smirk tipped his lips. "Draca?" Abby shook her head. "Nuh- uh, you tell me first. What's with the name"? He paused for a moment, the bottle of Dr.Pepper hovering about his lips. In one swift movement, he had the bottle on the table, claws out and Abby up and against the counter, claws poised just above her jugular vein.
Afraid that if she swallowed the lump, the gleaming claws would slice her throat into ribbons, Abby slowly eased his hand away from her and offered what might have passed for a smile. "Oh," Was all she managed to say. He retracted his claws and smirked. "Now you" She smiled cockily as she tilted her head to the side and prayed to god that it would work.
She was relieved when the burning tickle started in the back of her throat and slowly lolled its way down her tongue. She jerked her head back and spit out a small round ball of fire, which had Logan gawking. "So I suppose that we're mutual respect now?" He asked. Abby nodded and settled back at the table. "Sure. How'd you get those?" She asked, motioning to his wrist. Something dark passed over Logan's face and made Abby's stomach curl in warning. "If it's all the same with you Abby, I'd rather not talk about it"
She nodded, understanding how it was to not wanting to be probed about something. "So how long have you been here for?" She asked, gesturing around the kitchen with the glass of water she had poured for herself. He looked relived that the subject had been changed, "2 years, but Scott's been here the longest" Abby nodded and watched Logan over the rim of the clear aqua colored glass. 'God he was cute' She thought to herself then immediately decided that the word cute did not apply to Logan Hill.
Puppies were cute, babies were cute, but Logan on the other hand, was savage. She had always thought that she was the woman who were weak for the kind of people who looked like they just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine and onto the streets, people like Jamie, or exactly like Jamie. However this was before she set eyes upon Logan. The men like Logan had that alluring 'fuck the world' appeal that had never really drawn Abby to men until now.
There was a movement under the table and something furry brushed up against Abby's leg, which caused her to shriek and jolt out of the chair. Logan threw his head back and laughed when a sleek black cat stalked from under the table and settled in Logan's lap. "That was smooth Abby," He murmured as he stroked the cat, which had begun to purr loudly as Logan's talented fingers reached all the right spots.
"Mistoffelees, and before you give me that look I didn't name him. Storm did, she has a little obsession with Andrew Lloyd Webber. I must have seen The Phantom of the Opera and Starlight Express and Cats at least 5 times each" With saying this, he burst into his version of 'The Rum Tum Tugger' which surprised Abby not only that he started singing, but that it was in tune. "That was smooth" She said, mimicking his tone.
"What kind of man are you Logan?" She asked, keeping her gorgeous blue eyes steady with his golden brown ones. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You know what I mean. You're this guy who knows Broadway music and sings it, but you're also this rough and tumble looking guy with 9-inch claws and murder in your eyes half the time, but THEN you turn around and give blood to someone it's so obvious that you don't like and then you just HAVE to-" "Alright, I get it," He said, interrupting her. "I'm an enigma with claws"
They simply starred at each other for a moment, seeming to absorb each other. "I should be very clear about something Abby," Logan said as he set the now empty bottle on the table with a clink. "I am and always will be a man who gets what he wants, and I want you" Abby did her best to keep her eyes from going wide, but she supposed she failed when his smirk got broader. "Is that a proposition then Logan?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "No," He said simply. "In the end, it's just the way it's going to be. If anyone needs me I'll be doing laps in the pool" He rose from the table and sent Abby a wink. All that Abby could do was stare at him as he left
Contented with Abby's answer, Storm nodded. "Of course he will, he's Scott" Storm said as if that answered all of the universal questions. "Yeah. He's sleeping now but it would be fine if you went done to see him," Then added. "There's something in my room that needs to be tended to, so I suppose I'll see you later" With that she glided past Storm and into the waiting silver elevator.
She peeled off the stiff clothes and left them in the sink as she turned on the hot water and let them soak. She turned the knob of the shower and moaned when the hot spray hit her naked body. She lathered her body with the thick slice of pumpkin colored soap that smelled to Abby's surprise, like roses. She rinsed her hair with the rose shampoo and began to feel foolish when she thought that the day might actually be easy.
She wrapped in the robe and wrung her hair out on the floor, not caring that the soft magnolia pink rug was getting soaked. Once dry, she stepped into fresh clothes. The ankle length jeans skirt showcased her slender waist to a point it seemed as if the skirt was bragging about it, the cap- sleeved shirt was the color of a storm cloud. She didn't bother primping in the mirror; she knew she had the familiar ugly yellow circles marring her creamy ivory skin.
Water dripped in her eyes and clung to her dark golden red eyelashes and blinked them away as she walked out the door and let it slam behind her. Her first thought was to go find Logan; she doubted that he had done what she had told him to. She went to the kitchen and was surprised to see him starring blankly out the window. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly and wanted to wince when he turned to her slowly. His normal gloriously tanned skin was pale and starchy.
"Damn it Logan" She hissed as she took his arm and thrust him down in a chair. His eyes were clear and steady, which gave her an inkling of hope. "Stay" She said as she rummaged about the counters and pulled the top off a dark blue ceramic canister, which held fine white sugar. She pulled spoon from a drawer and loaded it with sugar. So fell on the floor but she ignored it as she tilted Logan's head back and shoved the spoon in his mouth.
She did this about 7 times before Logan finally found the strength to stop her. "Okay," She said as she moved to the 'fridge looking for orange juice. Disgusted when she had to settle on a bottle of Dr.Pepper, she handed it to him and ordered him to drink it all. He felt as if he were going to burst when Abby was done with him. "If you had just done what I had told you to do in the first place we wouldn't have had to do that," She scolded him mildly. He nodded and looked up at her from the table.
"How is he?" Logan asked and Abby looked over her shoulder at him for a moment too long. "He'll be fine" She sat across from him at the table. "I know you probably don't want to hear this Logan, but it was a really nice thing you did for Scott" Logan rubbed at the sore spot on his arm and shrugged a broad shoulder. "What would you have thought of me if I didn't do anything?" He asked, a dark eyebrow rose.
Abby knew it was more then what she thought of him, but he would deny till he was dead if she said so. "So," She said as she examined him. "Wolverine?" A smirk tipped his lips. "Draca?" Abby shook her head. "Nuh- uh, you tell me first. What's with the name"? He paused for a moment, the bottle of Dr.Pepper hovering about his lips. In one swift movement, he had the bottle on the table, claws out and Abby up and against the counter, claws poised just above her jugular vein.
Afraid that if she swallowed the lump, the gleaming claws would slice her throat into ribbons, Abby slowly eased his hand away from her and offered what might have passed for a smile. "Oh," Was all she managed to say. He retracted his claws and smirked. "Now you" She smiled cockily as she tilted her head to the side and prayed to god that it would work.
She was relieved when the burning tickle started in the back of her throat and slowly lolled its way down her tongue. She jerked her head back and spit out a small round ball of fire, which had Logan gawking. "So I suppose that we're mutual respect now?" He asked. Abby nodded and settled back at the table. "Sure. How'd you get those?" She asked, motioning to his wrist. Something dark passed over Logan's face and made Abby's stomach curl in warning. "If it's all the same with you Abby, I'd rather not talk about it"
She nodded, understanding how it was to not wanting to be probed about something. "So how long have you been here for?" She asked, gesturing around the kitchen with the glass of water she had poured for herself. He looked relived that the subject had been changed, "2 years, but Scott's been here the longest" Abby nodded and watched Logan over the rim of the clear aqua colored glass. 'God he was cute' She thought to herself then immediately decided that the word cute did not apply to Logan Hill.
Puppies were cute, babies were cute, but Logan on the other hand, was savage. She had always thought that she was the woman who were weak for the kind of people who looked like they just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine and onto the streets, people like Jamie, or exactly like Jamie. However this was before she set eyes upon Logan. The men like Logan had that alluring 'fuck the world' appeal that had never really drawn Abby to men until now.
There was a movement under the table and something furry brushed up against Abby's leg, which caused her to shriek and jolt out of the chair. Logan threw his head back and laughed when a sleek black cat stalked from under the table and settled in Logan's lap. "That was smooth Abby," He murmured as he stroked the cat, which had begun to purr loudly as Logan's talented fingers reached all the right spots.
"Mistoffelees, and before you give me that look I didn't name him. Storm did, she has a little obsession with Andrew Lloyd Webber. I must have seen The Phantom of the Opera and Starlight Express and Cats at least 5 times each" With saying this, he burst into his version of 'The Rum Tum Tugger' which surprised Abby not only that he started singing, but that it was in tune. "That was smooth" She said, mimicking his tone.
"What kind of man are you Logan?" She asked, keeping her gorgeous blue eyes steady with his golden brown ones. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You know what I mean. You're this guy who knows Broadway music and sings it, but you're also this rough and tumble looking guy with 9-inch claws and murder in your eyes half the time, but THEN you turn around and give blood to someone it's so obvious that you don't like and then you just HAVE to-" "Alright, I get it," He said, interrupting her. "I'm an enigma with claws"
They simply starred at each other for a moment, seeming to absorb each other. "I should be very clear about something Abby," Logan said as he set the now empty bottle on the table with a clink. "I am and always will be a man who gets what he wants, and I want you" Abby did her best to keep her eyes from going wide, but she supposed she failed when his smirk got broader. "Is that a proposition then Logan?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "No," He said simply. "In the end, it's just the way it's going to be. If anyone needs me I'll be doing laps in the pool" He rose from the table and sent Abby a wink. All that Abby could do was stare at him as he left