Author's Notes: Thanks to ATigerLilyAngel for helping me out when I got
extremely blocked and couldn't write a line.
The next morning Buffy awoke in a strange bed and saw an even stranger man on the chair. Her hand traced over the bite marks to see if it was still there. It was. Buffy got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the sleeping man for now. She turned the handle to the right, letting the hot water pour out of the faucet. Her jeans and shirt now lay on the floor and Buffy stepped into the warm water of the shower. The events of last night came back to her in a stream of images as she ran shampoo through her hair. She smiled thinking of the Wolverine. The way he looked after he had beaten the small man in the cage. The look he gave her when he asked if she was okay.The way he had taken care of her last night. The way he looked shirtless. She grinned at that thought. He was very attractive. And all that separated them was one flimsy shower curtain and a thin wood door. She was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair when the fight with the demon came to her mind.
What was that coming out of the Wolverine's hands? Were those....claws? What kind of demon was he? Her eyes widened in fear. She was staying in the hotel room of a man that she knew nothing about. Who knows what he could have done to her in her sleep? She hurriedly got out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and stormed out of the bathroom. She grabbed the Wolverine, picked him up from the chair and slammed him against the wall. "What the hell are you?" She asked him, anger flashing through her eyes. She kept her hands tightly around his neck. "Was this some kind of a sick joke? Rescue me from a demon and let me stay in your hotel and then today you were going to kill me?"
Logan smirked at the girl as she raised him from the ground and slammed him against the wall. Did she have any idea how much of a turn on this take charge attitude was? He tried to suppress the small chuckle rising in his throat at her accusations. "Is this how you thank guys for rescuing you?"
"Well you aren't exactly a guy, now are you? You're a demon of some kind." Buffy responded, tightening her grip on the Wolverine. "Is this some kind of game your kind enjoys? It's strange though how I didn't sense you were evil before this. I should have. I mean God, I'm the slayer and I can't even detect a demon anymore?" She rolled her eyes to herself. "And now instead of doing my Chosen duty, I'm here rambling to a demon that should be dead."
"Dead..." Logan sputtered, eyeing the petite blonde to see if she was serious. And the look on her face alone could kill. She wasn't kidding. "Don't you think that's a little...." he fished for the word, "Overboard?" When he saw her facial expression hardening, instead of softening, he frowned. "I'm not a demon."
Buffy raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Good one. Like I've never heard that one before. I'm not a demon. I'm just misunderstood." She shook her head. "If you're not a demon, how do you explain the claws?"
"I'm a mutant." He responded simply. Off of her blank look, he further explained, "Humans naturally evolve over thousands of years. Due to some genetic defect or advantage—whatever you prefer to call it-- sometimes it speeds up a little leaving people with new powers."
Buffy released her grip on him and backed up. She sat down on the bed, curious about it. "So you're mutation is....having metal claws? I somehow don't think that the human body no matter how much it's evolved naturally just grows metal claws."
Logan sat down in the chair across from the bead. "That was something else. It was done to me. My mutation is faster healing. What would be a fatal wound on any other human being would be gone on me anytime between an hour or a day. About fifteen years ago, adamantium was injected into me and grafted to all of my bones. Thus the claws." He thought back to her mention of slayers and being chosen. "So what is this deal about being a slayer or the chosen one?" She was stronger than most girls. If she had known what a mutant was, he would have assumed she was one. Now, he was left curious as to what she was.
Buffy sighed as she began to tell the infamous speech Giles so loved giving. "Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen one. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and all that good stuff. Vampires, demons, werewolves, zombies, anything that goes bump in the night...You name it- I slay it. They are all very real." She examined his expression and he seemed to believe her. "You're not expressing any doubt. Usually there's the whole you're lying or what's wrong with you?"
"Well I've seen a lot of weird things in my time. Well at least for the last fifteen years. I don't remember anything before then." Logan commented. Though why did the term the Slayer seem so familiar? A sense of déjà vu passed over him, but like so many unremembered memories he didn't have any real clear connection to anything having to do with a slayer. He thought back to the night fifteen years ago. He had a clearer memory of that now though. Fifteen years ago, this girl in front of him was probably around seven years old. Which made it all the more wrong that she should be standing in front of him in a towel. And that he enjoyed the view. There was quite an age difference even if he couldn't be sure on how old he was precisely.
Buffy bit her lip. Not being able to remember anything past fifteen years ago? That was insane. Of course she would only be seven back then, but still. She couldn't tell how old he was, but if he got such a procedure done fifteen years ago he couldn't be that young. But she doubted he was as old as Spike or Angel. She felt his eyes on her exposed skin as she realized she was showing quite a bit of leg in that towel. "I...I need to get changed. You know, put some real clothes on." She had skirts that showed more leg than this towel and she wasn't ashamed of her body, but his gaze...It made her stomach do somersaults. In a good way. Lust pumped through her veins and she badly wanted to kiss him, but she didn't even know this man. She stood up, so as not to reveal anything, and ran to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror. Calm down Buffy. He's just a man. Okay an incredibly attractive man who saved your life last night. And a man who took care of her even after she had "passed out". Sure she had been out for a few minutes but she woke up while he was carrying her back to the hotel. He didn't try anything fishy or suspect. If he had, she would have been able to stop him and give him a surprise or two, but he had been the perfect gentleman. Buffy slid her towel off and slipped her clothes back on. She'd get some new ones when she went back to her hotel. But she really didn't want to go back to her hotel. She wanted to stay here and learn more about this mysterious man. A grin crossed over her lips as she realized she would be seeing him again. Okay, so she did not know that for sure, but she would make it a goal. Buffy walked back out into the room and towards the door to the hotel room. Pausing for a moment, she turned her head back to Logan as she reached for the handle on the door. "All you had to do last night was buy me a drink. Or made some welcome gesture and I would have gone home with you without faking being passed out."
Logan was completely flabbergasted. "You faked passing out? Why on earth would you do that?"
"Maybe I wanted to get to know you. I mean I did pass out for a little while—that demon had some nasty venom in him—but I woke up while you were carrying me back to the hotel. I could have easily just gotten up but it was nice to see a real gentleman at work. If you had tried anything...."Buffy left the possibilities open by not finishing the threat and smirked. "I'll see you around." The door shut behind her as she walked out, leaving behind a bewildered and somewhat sexually frustrated Logan.
The next morning Buffy awoke in a strange bed and saw an even stranger man on the chair. Her hand traced over the bite marks to see if it was still there. It was. Buffy got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, ignoring the sleeping man for now. She turned the handle to the right, letting the hot water pour out of the faucet. Her jeans and shirt now lay on the floor and Buffy stepped into the warm water of the shower. The events of last night came back to her in a stream of images as she ran shampoo through her hair. She smiled thinking of the Wolverine. The way he looked after he had beaten the small man in the cage. The look he gave her when he asked if she was okay.The way he had taken care of her last night. The way he looked shirtless. She grinned at that thought. He was very attractive. And all that separated them was one flimsy shower curtain and a thin wood door. She was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair when the fight with the demon came to her mind.
What was that coming out of the Wolverine's hands? Were those....claws? What kind of demon was he? Her eyes widened in fear. She was staying in the hotel room of a man that she knew nothing about. Who knows what he could have done to her in her sleep? She hurriedly got out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and stormed out of the bathroom. She grabbed the Wolverine, picked him up from the chair and slammed him against the wall. "What the hell are you?" She asked him, anger flashing through her eyes. She kept her hands tightly around his neck. "Was this some kind of a sick joke? Rescue me from a demon and let me stay in your hotel and then today you were going to kill me?"
Logan smirked at the girl as she raised him from the ground and slammed him against the wall. Did she have any idea how much of a turn on this take charge attitude was? He tried to suppress the small chuckle rising in his throat at her accusations. "Is this how you thank guys for rescuing you?"
"Well you aren't exactly a guy, now are you? You're a demon of some kind." Buffy responded, tightening her grip on the Wolverine. "Is this some kind of game your kind enjoys? It's strange though how I didn't sense you were evil before this. I should have. I mean God, I'm the slayer and I can't even detect a demon anymore?" She rolled her eyes to herself. "And now instead of doing my Chosen duty, I'm here rambling to a demon that should be dead."
"Dead..." Logan sputtered, eyeing the petite blonde to see if she was serious. And the look on her face alone could kill. She wasn't kidding. "Don't you think that's a little...." he fished for the word, "Overboard?" When he saw her facial expression hardening, instead of softening, he frowned. "I'm not a demon."
Buffy raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Good one. Like I've never heard that one before. I'm not a demon. I'm just misunderstood." She shook her head. "If you're not a demon, how do you explain the claws?"
"I'm a mutant." He responded simply. Off of her blank look, he further explained, "Humans naturally evolve over thousands of years. Due to some genetic defect or advantage—whatever you prefer to call it-- sometimes it speeds up a little leaving people with new powers."
Buffy released her grip on him and backed up. She sat down on the bed, curious about it. "So you're mutation is....having metal claws? I somehow don't think that the human body no matter how much it's evolved naturally just grows metal claws."
Logan sat down in the chair across from the bead. "That was something else. It was done to me. My mutation is faster healing. What would be a fatal wound on any other human being would be gone on me anytime between an hour or a day. About fifteen years ago, adamantium was injected into me and grafted to all of my bones. Thus the claws." He thought back to her mention of slayers and being chosen. "So what is this deal about being a slayer or the chosen one?" She was stronger than most girls. If she had known what a mutant was, he would have assumed she was one. Now, he was left curious as to what she was.
Buffy sighed as she began to tell the infamous speech Giles so loved giving. "Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen one. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and all that good stuff. Vampires, demons, werewolves, zombies, anything that goes bump in the night...You name it- I slay it. They are all very real." She examined his expression and he seemed to believe her. "You're not expressing any doubt. Usually there's the whole you're lying or what's wrong with you?"
"Well I've seen a lot of weird things in my time. Well at least for the last fifteen years. I don't remember anything before then." Logan commented. Though why did the term the Slayer seem so familiar? A sense of déjà vu passed over him, but like so many unremembered memories he didn't have any real clear connection to anything having to do with a slayer. He thought back to the night fifteen years ago. He had a clearer memory of that now though. Fifteen years ago, this girl in front of him was probably around seven years old. Which made it all the more wrong that she should be standing in front of him in a towel. And that he enjoyed the view. There was quite an age difference even if he couldn't be sure on how old he was precisely.
Buffy bit her lip. Not being able to remember anything past fifteen years ago? That was insane. Of course she would only be seven back then, but still. She couldn't tell how old he was, but if he got such a procedure done fifteen years ago he couldn't be that young. But she doubted he was as old as Spike or Angel. She felt his eyes on her exposed skin as she realized she was showing quite a bit of leg in that towel. "I...I need to get changed. You know, put some real clothes on." She had skirts that showed more leg than this towel and she wasn't ashamed of her body, but his gaze...It made her stomach do somersaults. In a good way. Lust pumped through her veins and she badly wanted to kiss him, but she didn't even know this man. She stood up, so as not to reveal anything, and ran to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror. Calm down Buffy. He's just a man. Okay an incredibly attractive man who saved your life last night. And a man who took care of her even after she had "passed out". Sure she had been out for a few minutes but she woke up while he was carrying her back to the hotel. He didn't try anything fishy or suspect. If he had, she would have been able to stop him and give him a surprise or two, but he had been the perfect gentleman. Buffy slid her towel off and slipped her clothes back on. She'd get some new ones when she went back to her hotel. But she really didn't want to go back to her hotel. She wanted to stay here and learn more about this mysterious man. A grin crossed over her lips as she realized she would be seeing him again. Okay, so she did not know that for sure, but she would make it a goal. Buffy walked back out into the room and towards the door to the hotel room. Pausing for a moment, she turned her head back to Logan as she reached for the handle on the door. "All you had to do last night was buy me a drink. Or made some welcome gesture and I would have gone home with you without faking being passed out."
Logan was completely flabbergasted. "You faked passing out? Why on earth would you do that?"
"Maybe I wanted to get to know you. I mean I did pass out for a little while—that demon had some nasty venom in him—but I woke up while you were carrying me back to the hotel. I could have easily just gotten up but it was nice to see a real gentleman at work. If you had tried anything...."Buffy left the possibilities open by not finishing the threat and smirked. "I'll see you around." The door shut behind her as she walked out, leaving behind a bewildered and somewhat sexually frustrated Logan.