A/N- Sorry this chapter took awhile, but fear not, I didn't give up! I fought the writer's block an' won!! Yeah....so uh...Thanks for the review Trunksblue. Ooh! and I love scary movies, and action movies, and blow-stuff-up-for-the-helluvit movies. hehe ;P I'll hafta rent Death Watch some time, haven't seen it.
Ahhh, I can't use my scene change thingies anymore!!!! arg.... Ok, so the stupid line thingies take their place.
Images flashed through Logan's dreams, a once peaceful vision of he and Jean out in the woods, sitting on a dock while Jack played in a lake turned to a nightmare of powerfully distorted memories.
Suddenly it was very cold and Logan realized he wasn't wearing any clothes. He was in a black space where a bit of yellowish light could be seen in the distance. Forcing himself to move forward, Logan stiffly began moving his limbs towards that light, as if he was being called to it.
As he wandered toward the light there was a brief flash, then he found himself strapped to a table. Oh no, he didn't want to remember this. It was just after he had been put through the Weapon X process where they bonded the metal to his bones.
"Bring him in here!" A man called from the shadows in what appeared to be a hallway.
Logan was surrounded by soldiers that began unrestraining him from the table. His limbs felt heavy to move and even though he wanted to fight back, he was horrified to find that he couldn't.
Coldness still pricked at his skin, and there was another flash before he found himself doubled over in a cement walled room. Soldiers kicked and beat him savagely as his hands were bound with special restraints behind his back. Every time he tried releasing his claws or swinging his fists he received a high powered electric shock.
Logan was issued more kicks and punches than he could count before he heard the clicking of a gun close by. Another flash, then every soldier in the room had a gun pointed at him. He tried howling but it was useless, his voice was too hoarse to scream or yell, all he could do was growl.
The soldiers let loose firing upon him, shouts of, "Die mutie!", and "Stinking gene trash!" echoed throughout the small space.
Logan was finally let alone as the soldiers gave him time to heal from the bullets before they had another round of beating the crap out of him. Both eyes were nearly swollen shut from being punched and kicked, and they were healing slowly. A blurry image appeared through a slit in one of his eyes, and as the image came closer Logan realized it was a girl.
The girl was young, with dark brown hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. Her face was emotionless and her fists were clenched by her sides, two sharp claws like Logan's jutting out from her knuckles.
Logan stared at her, putting the pain in the back of his mind. There was another flash before he could really register anything, and there the soldiers were again, each holding jagged knives that they outstretched to strike him with.
Sitting bolt upright on the couch, Logan breathed heavily as he looked around to gain his bearings. He found that his claws were embedded into the cushions of the sofa and quickly retracted them with a sigh. Who was that girl? he wondered as he recalled that particular scene from his nightmare. Looking at the clock on the TV, Logan figured he had only been asleep for an hour and everyone besides Hank and Jack were probably still training.
Getting up off the couch, Logan decided to go upstairs and take a long, cold shower to clear his head.
"Hmm..." Hank put a hand to his chin in thought, still wondering where the heck his young charge was at the moment. He couldn't quite grasp the fact that the Jack had evaded him for so long, and he had to congradulate the young lad for momentarily outsmarting him. I will find that little sneak, I will find him, the furry Doctor repeated to himself in his head.
Wandering back into the kitchen where he only remembered checking once, Beast spotted a trail of cookie crumbs leading off the counter away from the cookie jar. He raised a bushy eyebrow, then followed the direction where the trail went off the counter. "There you are Jack!" He exclaimed proudly when he spotted the little wolf-boy hiding in a corner just outside the kitchen.
"Come catch me!" The little boy exclaimed gleefully as he gave a sly wolfish grin (most likely learned from his father) and raced off.
"Oh no, no, no. Not again!" Hank sighed, his shoulders slumping before he gave in and took after Jack.
Later in the afternoon, the rest of the X-team had finished their training and were now taking the time to relax after long showers.
Jean walked into the rec room, expecting to find Logan asleep on the couch still. She raised a brow when she saw that he wasn't there, and frowned, putting her hands on her hips. "Now where did he get off to."
"Who, Logan?" Rogue asked as she came in behind Jean.
She smiled back at her friend and nodded. "Yeah, he's supposed to be sleeping. He was here when I left him." Jean sighed.
Rogue shrugged, a towel hanging over her shoulders and her hair still damp from her shower. "Maybe he's out back, ya know how he likes ta go out there an' have a smoke sometimes."
"Yeah, I'll go check." Jean waved, then took off to look for her husband, accidentally finding Jack as she walked out the door.
"Mommy!" He shouted with a smile as he ran into her and attached himself to her leg.
"Jack honey, have you been running off on Hank again?" Jean asked in a very motherly tone as she looked down at her son.
"Nooooo." He replied innocently.
Suddenly Hank ran over to them, out of breath. He looked accusingly at Jack. "I...found you." He said as he bent over to catch his breath.
Jean laughed quietly and patted his shoulder. "Thanks for looking after him Hank, sorry for the trouble."
The Doctor gave her a weak smile. "No...problem." He then waved his hand as he stood back up and turned to leave once he had his breath back. "I'll just be taking a very long nap now."
With Jack still attached to her leg, Jean hobbled toward the back door to look for Logan.