*****DISCLAIMER: I do not own these friggin' characters except one...Anaka Riker....and you can't have her.

Chapter 4-Nightmares

Logan sat at a bar drinking a small glass of whiskey. He wasn't sure where he was, nor did he care. He was happy to lose his thoughts with the brown liquid passing over his lips. It was quiet at this bar, not a lot of people, and he was happy for it. He brought thre glass again to his lips when he heard the bell above the door jingle indicating someone had entered the bar or left it. Logan, not caring either way, kept his eyes on his liquor. He heard the bar stool one down from him slide across the floor and turned to see a figure in a hooded cloak with the hood still up. He wasn't sure if it was a woman or a man, but was certain when the figure made it's order.

"I'll have two shots of vodka and a coke please." A smooth woman's voice came out from under the cloak.

Logan was impressed by her drink order, but more over he was sure that he knew that voice, so he tried to get her to show her face by speaking to her,

"Drowning a secret?" Logan started, trying to be as sexy as possible.

The woman behind the cloak never looked at him or even faltered as she spoke,

"Or, maybe just drowning." Her voice was flat and unmoving as if that was the most profound statement she could make, but the cloak did not move from her head.

Logan was becoming annoyed and just as he was about to voice his opinion, the little bell on the door went flying across the bar as the door slammed open. Wolverine whipped around, with claws bared to see who it was and rip them open, but when he looked at the door there was noone there, and that's when he heard it...a scream that ripped through his very soul. He felt like he was dying. 'The girl!' he thought, as he turned to where she was sitting the assailants were gone again.

"Damnit!" He screamed but fell silent when she fell to the floor, not moving. "Oh God," he said as he noticed the pool of fresh blood she was lying in. His claws slid back in as he crouched down beside her, "Oh no, no, no..."

She was lying on her side and Logan could see a large chunk of her abdomen missing."Oh, God!" He rolled her over and his hear sank..."Anaka," he whispered to the, obviously dead, girl. "NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Wolverine's howl escaped loudly. He shook her as he screamed. "No," he said, almost demanding.

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"No!" Logan yelled into the night. He sat straight up in his bed, beads of sweat pouring into his eyes as his breath laboured. His mind was racing. 'That dream,' he thought 'the girl in that dream was...'

"Anaka," he said outloud, suddenly worried.

Logan swung his legs over the edge of the bed and headed, shirtless, out of his room, towards Anaka's. He could feel there was something wrong, something horribly wrong. He had been having that nightmare for well over a month and the girl never showed her face, until then. 'Why?' He thought.

As Logan reached Anaka's door he smelled something he knew all too well...fear. His hand flew for the doorknob. Locked. 'Damnit,' he thought. He knocked loudly on the door, "Anaka," he called. No answer. Logan knocked harder, "Anaka?!" Suddenly he heard a whimper. The door was heavy, but with a sudden burst of energy Logan had it open, his claws drawn.

"Anaka! No!" He was almost too amazed to move. Anaka was hanging limply in the air, her night clothes drinched in sweat, her eyes rolling back in her head. Logan ran towards her and noticed a man in the shadows, his hands raised, obviously holding her in position.

Logan growled, "You son of a bitch!" He ran, full speed, toward the man in the shadows, his blades glinting from the moonlight in the window. The man took one hand and without even turning his eyes from his victim, shot a ball of lightning at Logan and sent him flying, ten feet, to the wall behind him.

Wolverine fell with a loud thud to the floor, he should have been dead, but with his healing powers in full force he shook it off and, slowly, stood back up. Logan was about to shout some obsenity when the man calmly spoke,

"You cannot stop what I have begun. Her blood is boiling and when I am done the will be nothing to save."

"Why?" Wolverine growled.

"Because the prophecy will not be fulfilled. My family will see to that."

Just then, apparently hearing Logan slam against the wall, Cyclops and Rogue ran in.

"Logan!" Rogue cried out.

"Get the hell out of here, the both of you, now!" Logan demanded.

"What the hell?!" Cyclops started, "we have to save her."

Wolverine was angry at this and growled, "don't you think I know that?!" For the first time in a long time Logan felt helpless, but when Scott reached for his glasses Wolverine was pulled quickly from his moment of self-pity. "Cyclops, no!" he said, stopping Scott's hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott demanded

"Believe me, you don't want to do that!" Wolverine said

"We have to do something!" Rogue cried.

Just then they heard Anaka moaning and they all three looked her way. Anaka's attacker did not notice her arms moving upwards, until with all the strength in her body she flicked her hands in his direction and with a pathetic sream he was gone, shattered in a million little pieces that vanished.

She fell to the bed with a whimper, her blood no longer boiling, but she was burning up and lay moaning and writhing on the bed.

Logan rushed to her side and she moaned as he moved her, sweat soaked, hair out of her face.

"Hey..." he said kindly noticing her eyes were open, "that's some power you got there." Anaka smiled weakly.

"Sorry about that." She whispered, barely audible, and with that she passed out.

Logan turned around,

"Scott, go get Jean. Marie? We need Bobby. " Scott, to Logan's suprise, didn't argue, but turned quickly and left. Rogue was a little confused as to why he needed iceman, but did as she was told.

When he turned back around, Logan gently placed his hand on her face, "you're gonna be okay," he said, sincerely worried that she wouldn't be.

He then proceeded to pick her up and take her in the bathroom. Cradling her against his bare chest he could feel her heart beat, which calmed him a bit. He laid her in the bathtub and turned the cold water on full blast, letting the liquid wash over her burning skin.

"Logan?" Scott called.

"In here," he answered from the bathroom.

Jean and Scott walked into the bathroom and Jean flinched...

"Jean?" Scott asked worriedly.

"She's terrified." Jean replied.

"Yeah, well," Logan interrupted, "her blood was being boiled, now c'mon Jean, I need you to concentrate." Jean nodded.

Bobby and Rogue walked into the bathroom,

"Here he is Logan."

"Good, Bobby, this water needs to be cold, very cold...just...don't hurt her." Wolverine said standing up.

"Right," Bobby said, never questioning, rather he touched his fingertips to the water until ice crystals formed all around Anaka.

After about two minutes Jean spoke up,

"She's cooling off." Just as she said that she started hearing Logan's thoughts very clearly. She also noticed how Logan never took his eyes off of the girl in the bathtub. A silent smile spread across her face as the latest of Logan's thoughts walked through her mind.

"Right," she said, "Bobby. Rogue. I think we can handle it from here. Go on and get back to bed, everything's okay now."

Rogue and Bobby plastered on pouts and left the room. Jean continued to talk,

"C'mon Scott," she said, rubbing his arm, "I think Logan can handle this."

"Jean?" Scott said confused, but Jean Grey smiled and gently tugged him towards the bedroom door, closing it behind her.

A/N: Uh oh, bum bum bum, their alone now and she's wet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What next?!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!? REVIEW if you want more.