Title: The Persia Saga – Chapter 14: Down.
author: Logan Berry
summary: Kay wakes up to find herself changed. Scott and Logan set off on the recon mission.
Rating/warning & pairing: PG-13 language
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any Marvel Characters. Kaylan O'Connor, Lewis Williams and Korrigan Tweed are fictional characters and are owned by the above author.
Feedback very welcome
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Kay rolled onto her back, stretching out in a long, languid yawn. The summer sunshine shone in through the open curtain casting long warm beams across her naked body. After awaking one too many times drenched in sweat she had finally given up the pj's that had been her standard for most of her life. Now as she absorbed the gentle heat a smile spread across her face at the pleasantness of the sensation and her new-found freedom from night clothes. Sleepily she rolled over to the edge of the bed her eyes half closed from the near-blinding brightness of the morning sun. Rising, she stretched out again and padded to the bathroom.
The near-blood curdling scream of anguish reverberated across half the school. Logan nearly fell off his chair at the sound, as he pulled on his boots ready to begin prepping for the recon mission. There was no mistaking from whom the sound emanated, it was indelibly marked in his brain. Recovering quickly he threw open his bedroom door and swung himself into the empty corridor, heading for the room two doors down.
"KAY!" he hammered on the door, "Kay ya awright?" he bellowed. The scent of distress wafted under the door and those all too familiar shimmering colours pervaded his vision. He heard another anguished cry from inside and shook the door handle. "Kay, what's wrong?"
"Don't come in!" came a sobbing screech from just behind the door and he heard the key turn in the lock.
"Kay what the hell's goin' on." "Jeeze, what's wrong with the woman? Ok, ya got no other choice Logan, ya can fix it later." With that he unsheathed a single blade, smoothly shearing through the lock, his forward momentum carried him into the room and he crouched instinctively; setting his feet squarely to brace himself for an attack. But the room was empty. For a split second the thought of teleporting bad-guys entered his mind, but a crashing sound and wailing from the bathroom put aside his fears.
"Kay!" he banged on the bathroom door.
"Go away Logan." Came a tear-filled sob.
"I ain't goin' anywhere till ya come out here and show me ya ok. That scream a yours just got half the school outa bed."
"I'm alright."
"Kay I din't just fall out th' sky, I can smell ya darlin' and fine ain't what I'm smellin'."
"Logan?" Jean stood in the open doorway a look of deep concern on her face. On hearing the scream she'd frantically dressed and grabbed her medi-kit. As she'd headed down the corridor the sense of distress and fright emanating from Kaylan grew ever stronger in her mind. "I can feel her projecting ." Jean closed her eyes for a moment focusing on Kaylan. "Something has happened to her body. I don't think she's in any danger, she's just distraught."
"Gimme five minutes to get her out, then I'll call ya, k?"
Jean, still concerned, complied with Logan's wishes. "If she'll confide in anyone here, it's him." she thought. With a nod she acknowledged his request pulling the damaged door shut as she left Logan to coax her out.
"Com' on darlin' I ain't leavin', and I can sit here all day if I hafta."
"No."
"Ain't the correct answer."
"I just…I can't…"
"Ya want me ta' come in there and fetch ya out?"
"NO..NO!"
Logan sighed in frustration. "Well ya can't stay in there ferever. Whatever it is, I'm sure it ain't that bad."
"Oh yes it is."
"What, ya like, grown another head or som'in'?"
There was a long pause. "Err, no, not a head."
"Well what, I can't help ya if ya don't come out and won't talk to me." Silence, "Kay?"
"Alright, but you promise not to laugh."
"Now why would I do that? Ain't many things that make me laugh kiddo, specially other peoples misfortunes. So come on."
Long pause. The latch clicked as the door slowly opened. Kay had her bath robe pulled tightly around her with the collar turned up; tugging at it to make sure it covered her completely. Her hands covered her face and she stepped gingerly into the room; only able to see through a small crack between her fingers.
"See that weren't so bad now was it?"
"Guess." She mumbled through her fingers.
"So what's goin' on?" Logan asked.
"Something horrible Logan, sit down and I'll show you."
"'K", He turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. Kay continued to stand in the centre of the room.
"You promise?"
"Scouts 'onour darlin'." Slowly she rolled her hands away from her face. At first Logan saw only those deep blue eyes fix him with a doleful stare. His brow furrowed. There was something different about her face, "It looks a little 'fuzzy'." He thought. Screwing up his eyes he refocused, but it was still there. "Come here." He gestured her over. Timidly she obliged, stepping within a couple of feet of him. A soft yellow haze reflected in the light as the bright sun shone through the window catching the side of Kaylan's face.
"What??"
"I'M FURRY!" Kaylan shrieked in frustration and anger. "I'm furry, fluffy! Hairy! Look!" Suddenly hysterical, she reached for the bottom of the robe and began to lift it.
"Whoa, Whoa." Logan exclaimed, suddenly made uncomfortable by Kay's actions. "I get it, no need to…"
"I just wanted to show you my leg." Kay explained, giving Logan a bewildered look.
"Oh, ok." He added, somewhat relieved.
Kay raised her leg onto the ball of her foot and eased her knee out between the folds of the robe. The soft yellow shimmered along the outside of her calf and knee. Silently, Logan examined it from his seat. "That's fur awright." He mused following the line of it up her leg to the edge of the robe.
Glancing at her face with its dejected expression filled him with a need to lighten her spirits, when the wicked thought suddenly grabbed him. "Does it…err…does it, go, all the way…ya know…up." He grinned wiggling his index finger in an upward gesture.
Kaylan went from white to red in an instant; the thought of Logan making fun of her combined with the sheer brazenness of his question sent her into a spontaneous rant. "Logan, you promised you wouldn't make fun of me this is so hard for me I thought you would understand I hate this I can't stand it just go, ok, I'll deal with it myself…" she turned away suddenly to head back towards the bathroom.
"Hey hey, I'm sorry ok, I didn't mean t' be funny, I'm sorry..." He grinned trying to be as apologetic as possible, but still looking mischievous. She wrinkled up her nose and pouted at his repentance, but her eyes glinted and he knew her anger was abating.
He waited for a moment as she straightened the robe. "Well, does it?" He added grinning once more.
"LOGAN!" Kay lashed out a hand, catching him on the arm with a playful swat. They stared at each other for a moment. Logan peering at her with a roguish look wiggling his brows. Kay looked away, trying to hide the grin that was now growing on her face. "AAWWW!" she yelled in frustration, stamping her foot, no longer able to hide her amusement. "Logan this is serious." She moaned, trying to keep a straight face.
"I know, I know, sorry darlin', I couldn't see ya so upset is all. Just waned t' see ya smile." He winked at her and she grinned. "Stuff like this happens all the time round here. An' well, figured it was likely ta happen to ya sooner or later."
"I know, I just didn't expect it to happen…well…this soon. Do you think its permanent?" she asked, pulling the gown in a little tighter.
"Hard t' say. I ain't no doctor. Ya'll have to let Jeanie take a look."
"It feels so strange." Kay whispered, wriggling under her robe, a look of concern returning to her face.
"Com'ere." Logan beckoned, slowly reaching out a hand. Kay flinched. "S ok, it ain't gonna hurt ya, I just…" He broke off as his outstretched hand caressed her cheek. The tips of his fingers were met with a downy softness; an almost silky quality that barley felt like it was there.
Kay closed her eyes, sucking in a sharp breath, not only surprised by the gentleness of his large hand but by the powerful sensations that spread rapidly through her body. Every nerve-ending was tingling with a wave of euphoria, it spread out from her cheek, across her face and down through her chest. As it reached her legs they began to shake. Her whole body felt like it was being pricked with a thousand tiny pins. But with it came other new sensations. She perceived instantly the force each of Logan's fingers was applying to her cheek. She felt the heat of his hand and intuitively knew his body temperature. All these things came to her in an instant. She tilted her head and pressed her cheek into his hand, a whispered moan escaping her lips as she instinctively sought to intensify the sensation. But through the tingling haze that filled her mind the image of two glowering cats eyes startled her. She abruptly exhaled, her eyes opening wide; surprised by the vision and suddenly ashamed by her enjoyment of his simple caress. She pulled away, lowering her head so her hair fell over her face to hide her sudden embarrassment.
Logan sat, his eyes fixed but unseeing on the robe-clad woman before him; swirls of colour clouding his vision. In that same instant as his fingers touched her face a powerful wave of emotions surged over him; Kaylan's emotions. He sensed her surprise and shock at his initial contact, slowly intensifying into pleasure and desire as she pressed her face into his palm. Then as if suddenly hitting a wall, fright and confusion smacked into his mind and a dark shadow cast over his vision. He felt her pull away; her contact with his mind and body broken leaving behind only a vague afterimage, like a distant memory. He swallowed hard, trying to recover his poise, lowering his hand gently so as not to frighten her.
Hearing a sob, his vision was brought into sharp focus. Kaylan stood before him shaking, clutching at her robe, emotions overwhelming her. Sliding off the bed, he approached, putting his arms out and turning his palms up in supplication. She took a step back, frightened by the prospect of what another touch would bring.
"'s ok." He whispered. "'s ok."
Reaching out for her, he gently pulled her into his body; making sure her hypersensitive skin did not touch him. Wrapping her in his arms he felt her go limp as her body convulsed with tears. He held her in his embrace for many minutes, stroking her back to calm her and whispering soft words of understanding until the shaking subsided. Easing away and turning her slowly, he silently lead her back over to the bed and helped her climb in; pulling the sheets up over her shoulders. She stared blankly as if hypnotised by the experience.
"I'm gonna fetch Jean." He muttered, still feeling a little dazed by the experience. "She really needs to take a look at ya."
"NO!" Kay exclaimed jogged back to reality by Logan's words, surprising him by her insistence.
"I have ta." He frowned.
"No, please, not right now, I, I don't feel I could face it…not just at the moment." She stared at him with tear-filled blue eyes and he understood. "Would you stay with me a while?"
He tried to smile, "Sure." Stepping away he went to retrieve a chair from the desk.
"Logan? Would you sit up here…with me?" She patted the empty side of the bed next to her. "So I know your there…" As the moment of his touch passed, she had experienced a feeling of loneliness and isolation, like something had been ripped from her. When he'd held her again that feeling had eased but now, alone in the large bed the feelings returned and she longed for that simple contact once more.
After sharing such an intense moment, he too felt a strange sense of emptiness that right now only closeness could ease, but his feelings were torn and he knew he needed to put some distance between the two of them; right now it would be all to easy to let their impaired emotional state lead to something he couldn't control. "Don't think that would be a good idea right now darlin' but I promise I will stay right here." He said as he moved the chair in tight to the side of the bed.
a feeling of emotional exhaustion passed over him as he sat down, the power emanating from Kaylan's mind and body during that one brief touch had left him feeling drained. Logan let his head loll back against the chair and closed his eyes, listening to the soft slow flutter of her breathing as she fell to sleep.
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The sensation of having his hair brushed from his face startled him from his slumber and instinctively he grabbed the hand.
"AAOOWW!" Kaylan let out a yelp.
He opened his eyes focusing on the woman who bent over him, his big hand wrapped around her small wrist. "Sorry." He muttered, letting go. "How ya feelin?" he asked.
"A little better, thank you." That familiar smile had returned but the sparkle in her eyes was still missing and he could hear the tiredness in her voice. "The fur, it's gone, I just checked."
"How long we been asleep?" he asked curtly, running a hand through his hair.
"Not long, half an hour or so."
He pushed himself from the chair with some urgency; the grogginess still lingering. "Ya still need t' get checked out. Com' on, I'm takin' ya t' Jean." He added as he headed for the door.
Kay, feeling a little bewildered by the whole experience, complied without any argument. Even though her outward marks had vanished the lingering sensations still pervaded her mind and she knew after her last experience - wrestling with her senses in the classroom - that Jean would be more than a little annoyed if she didn't report what had happen. It was obvious Logan wasn't about to let it go either, and it was clear from his behaviour that he felt just as uncomfortable as she did. Pulling her robe tightly around her she followed him to the door, pausing briefly as she passed him. "Logan, I'm sorry about …that…whatever it was…I couldn't help it, it just…"
"Gonna need to fix ya door," he interrupted, determined to end any further discussion of the topic. "I'll get the lock changed later." He finished, trying to smile but inside he felt knotted-up. He'd expected things to get bad; to feel things for her he knew he should try not to feel, but he'd never expected it to be like this. He knew she was trying and that whatever 'it' was she couldn't help it, but those crazy feelings he'd had all those weeks ago, when she first came to the mansion, were starting to manifest themselves again in the pit of his stomach. He needed some space to get away from these emotions, just for a little while.
"Shit, the recon mission. it'll just have t' wait till I got this sorted." He thought with a sigh.
They walked in silence to the medi-lab, Logan clearly lost in thought and the worry in Kay's mind growing with every step - worry that she may have inadvertently hurt the one person she trusted without question. She felt helpless and out of control, unable to stem the growing tide of mutant powers and incapable of controlling them. "What have I done? I've hurt him somehow. Those emotions, those feelings were so strong. He looks so angry. Oh god, I can't take much more of this."
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Jean was already in the lab when the two silent figures arrived. "Oh Kaylan, are you alright?" she asked, taking Kay by the hand and leading her to a bed. "What happened, I sensed there was something wrong with your body."
"I woke up with fur Jean, but its gone now." Kaylan answered. "Logan helped me through it." she added, turning a smile to her stoic-looking companion in the hopes he would respond in kind. But he was lost in his thoughts and remained statue-still. Kay's heart sank a little further.
"Well I'll check you out, I don't feel its anything to worry about, it maybe something your going to have to get used to." Jean added.
"I gotta go." Logan announced, focusing on Jean, his mind turning to the mission and the need for time alone.
"Thank you for bringing her down Logan." Jean replied, busying herself with equipment to monitor Kaylan's vitals.
Kay sat quietly on the bed, now truly convinced she had hurt him deeply and done irreparable damage to their friendship. She watched him turn in silence. "Logan?" she whispered. He paused halfway to the door and turned to look over his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He smiled the best he could and turned for the door. Kay flopped back on to the pillows, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Jean asked turning as she heard a quiet sob.
"I think I hurt him Jean."
"Who, Logan? No, don't be silly, how could you have hurt him? He's as tough as old boots." She joked, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I don't mean physically, I mean mentally." Realising there was no way she could keep her current bout of reactions to herself, Kay began to tell Jean of the sensations she had felt when Logan touched her fur and how he had reacted.
Jean listened intently, it was clear that Kaylan's powers where growing more rapidly than anyone had expected and the feelings of fear and confusion emanating from the woman told her that she desperately needed support.
"It was as if he felt them too. Like telepathy or something." Kaylan added, when she had finished the description of what had transpired.
"Sounds to me more like an empathic reaction, he sensed your feelings not your thoughts. It could be that because you both have feral natures you have some kind of empathic link to one another. Its something I need to investigate further." Jean mused.
"Whatever it was it upset him I can tell."
"Its just Logan's way Kaylan, I don't think he's in any way angry with you, maybe just a little caught off his usual guard. I mean, if the intensity of the contact was as you described you were lucky it was Logan you were with and not someone of a weaker constitution."
Kay considered Jean's words, she was grateful for all of Logan's help, but it did little to lift her spirits.
"Come on, lets take a look at you." Jean announced.
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"Ah, gentlemen, please, come in." Charles urged as the two X-Men entered the office. "I have some particularly disturbing news to discuss with you that could effect the mission."
Logan and Scott glanced at each other as they both took a seat on the sofas. They had been finishing pre-flight checks when the telepathic summons from Professor Xavier echoed in their minds. The look of concern was clearly visible on Charles' face as he wheeled himself from behind his desk ,coming to a stop between them.
"What is it?" Scott asked, keen to find out what else they were up against.
"It seems that my old friend, Lewis Williams, Kaylan's father, is missing." Charles announced.
Scott shifted in his chair. "When did this happen?"
"Well the facts are not completely clear, but he has not been seen for two days."
"An' they only just decided to tell someone?" Logan muttered sarcastically.
"Well it seems the things are not so clear-cut Logan. I received a call a short time ago from Lewis' personal assistant, Anderson. He was the last person to see Lewis. But from what he has told me, Lewis had been behaving strangely for some time, ever since he came here to dinner several weeks ago and that is why he chose to called me, before informing the police – this is not something that needs to be plastered all over the front pages. He told me that after his visit Lewis spend nearly a week in seclusion, he cancelled all his appointments, wouldn't see anyone, spent hours just sitting in his office. Then he suddenly decided to pay a visit to the head of the Tweed corporation, a man by the name of Korrigan Tweed. Lewis told Anderson he was an old friend."
"Do we know anything about this Tweed guy?" Scott interrupted.
"Yes indeed, he is head of a medical research company, producing billions of dollars-worth of drugs each year. But he is most notable for his genetics research."
"Hmmm, sounds like the pieces of the puzzle are stating to come together." Scott mused.
"My thoughts exactly" Charles added.. "Tweed is more than an old friend of Williams, he worked for him for many years. Developed new techniques in gene therapy; helping those with hereditary illnesses and so forth. Lewis invested a great deal in this work, his wife suffered for many years from a terminal genetic condition and he tried everything to help her." Charles brow furrowed as he recalled long-buried memories of Jennifer O'Connor. But now was not the time for regrets, taking a deep breath he continued. "As I remember Tweed left the company suddenly, and set up on his own. It was reported that Tweed and Williams had had a disagreement, but they both denied it to the media of course. I always found it a little odd that Tweed suddenly had a great deal of funding to play with, I suspect the government or some private organisation may have had a hand in getting him re-established. He's been a big-hitter in the pharmaceutical industry for many years now, I can imagine he has his finger in a large number of pies, not least genetics research."
"Have you ever met him professor?" Scott asked.
"Only once, at a genetics conference. Pompous sort of a man; very confident in his abilities, but always seemed a little too confident. Anyway, Anderson thought there was something amiss when Lewis gave him the day off, saying he wanted to visit Tweed alone. The PA went into work as usual the next day, but Lewis didn't arrive at the office, nor did he come home, according to the house staff. Then out of the blue he turns up on the doorstep of his home. Told the staff and Anderson he's stayed with Tweed the previous night. There was I suppose, no reason for them not to believe his story. Anderson noticed nothing amiss at first, but then he said he noticed little things, like Lewis forgetting peoples names and mislaying personal effects. He didn't think anything of it at first, just put it down to his boss being stressed. But then two days ago Lewis received a private phone call and then promptly left the building, telling his secretary that he would be out all day and that Anderson should meet him back at the house. Lewis never returned."
"Maybe he just took a vacation." Logan quipped.
"More likely he's in some kind of trouble." Scott retorted.
"It is the likeliest option." Charles replied with a sigh.
"Do they know who called him?" Scott enquired. "Maybe we could trace the call."
"From what I understand it's a private line, and the calls are not logged for that very reason." Charles continued. "I as yet do not know what link Tweed has in all of this, but I get the nastiest of feelings he may have something to do with the kidnap attempts on Kaylan and the others. Although why he would be involved in such an awful thing is beyond me."
"Maybe he wants her for some of his genetics research." Logan suggested.
Charles fixed him with a frown. "I was trying to avoid thinking that, but you are right Logan, it is possible. We know she has mutant abilities and we know someone at some-time interfered with her x-gene. It is possible that Tweed has some way of reversing that process."
"Or messed her up in the first place." Logan growled.
Scott and Charles looked at each other, both knowing Logan's words could be prophetic.
"Do you think Williams knew about Kaylan's condition all along?" Scott suggested.
"I don't know Scott. But it does make me wonder." Charles paused, old memories again filling his mind; Jennifer's sudden death, Kaylan's unannounced departure to Switzerland and his estrangement from his long-time friend. "I can't imagine he would keep such a thing from me, we were friends for so long."
"Maybe Mr. Williams didn't want Kaylan to be treated, that's why he visited Tweed in the first place. Scott ventured.
"I'm not sure Scott, but I don't think we have the whole picture just yet. There is still the question of Brazil and what that has to do with the other kidnap victims. Try and find out all you can about the region where the soil sample came from, any unusual activity, that sort of thing. Keep me posted.
Scott rose from his chair. "Will do Professor."
"I will have Ororo and Marie help me find out a little more about Korrigan Tweed and his company and what he may have to do with all this. I'll send Jean out to take a look at Lewis' house and office, see if she can pick up anything. But remember, yours is a recon mission only. Strictly no engagements." He added, fixing Logan with a concerned stare.
"No problems Chuck, strictly recon." Logan smirked as he pushed himself out of the seat.
The two men headed for the door, Scott deep in thought, running over his plans in his mind. But Logan's mind was elsewhere; even though focusing on the mission brought him a sense of relief he still couldn't shake the knotty feeling in his stomach and chest and that scent of sadness that hung in the air around him.
"Logan? Charles called, as the big man passed through the door. Logan paused and turned leaving Scott to stride off down the corridor, "Is everything alright? You seem a little distracted." Charles asked gently, sensing Logan's intense emotional state. "I felt something was wrong with Kaylan this morning, but Jean informed me it was nothing to worry about, said you had helped deal with the matter."
"Err, yeah Chuck, she grew herself some fur. Kinda surprised her a bit. But its gone now. She's with Jean in the medi-lab."
"And there's nothing else bothering you?"
"No. Well…no." He frowned. He had no wish to share the strange experience he had had that morning, especially with her 'uncle', although he knew Kay would probably talk to him about it at some point. It was his problem to deal with and he preferred to keep it that way.
Charles smiled at the uneasy wolverine. "It means a great deal to me that you have found a way to help her, I know it wasn't easy at first. Thank you, yet again Logan."
Logan just shrugged. "Not easy at first!, it ain't easy any time."
"Alright. I'll see you when you get back." Charles added, nodding a good bye.
Logan turned and headed for the hanger and the waiting blackbird; those inexplicable feelings of concern tinged with aggravation pulled at him again. "Jeez Logan ya can't leave it like this. Ya got no reason t' be riled up, it ain't her fault. Gotta make it up to her."
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"Hey darlin'."
Kay woke suddenly from her nap, rolling over slightly to face the familiar voice. Logan stood at the side of the medi-bed dressed in his black leather suit and with his hair brushed back into those familiar tufts he resembled even more than usual, his name-sake.
"Hey." She whispered groggily, turning over fully to face him. "I thought you'd left already."
"Nah, couldn't go without seein' how ya were doin'." He winked.
Kay's heart pounded with relief. She had been so sure her friend and guardian angel had left, still angry at her uncontrolled reaction to his touch. Yet here he stood, about to go off to who-knows-where, and he had taken the time to visit her. "Oh Logan, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Her mind repeated over and over.
"Listen, 'bout earlier," he begin, as if reading her thoughts. "Sorry if I …well ya know. It wasn't ya fault. Just wana'd ya to know." He lowered his gaze, unable to stand the piercing blue eyes now turning glassy with tears and the shades of blue and green beginning to swirl in his mind.
Kaylan tried to control it, but her emotions got the better of her; a mix of relief, happiness and embarrassment washed through her. "I'm sorry too Logan." She tried to reply but the tears rolled out over her lashes and down her face.
"Hey, come on. There's no need fer that. Just forget about it 'k. I'm just glad I was there ta help ya."
"Really?"
"Yeah, well… could a done without the sensation overload," he smirked, "but yeah, couldn't have ya goin' through this shit on ya own, right?"
"I guess."
"I'll see ya when we get back ok, I'll teach ya some stuff to help ya control that kinda thing. I gotta go." He thumbed in the direction of the door.
Kaylan felt suddenly at a loss. She knew both he and Scott would be away for a while, but she hadn't expected to feel like she was loosing her friend yet again. "When will you be back?" she ventured timidly.
"Couple days." He smiled. "You'll be fine, 'sides, Jeannie and Ro 'll keep an eye on ya." Logan's tone belied his true feelings. For even though he felt relief at spending a few days away from this intensity between them, he had the overwhelming need to stay at her side; to watch over her. He pushed these powerful urges back down as he sucked in a deep breath.
"Look-after yourself Logan, don't get hurt." It was a natural thing for her to say, she knew little of Logan's abilities and the thought of anything happening to him suddenly filled her with fear.
"Ain't no worries on that front." He quipped.
Kay tried to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, "I wish you weren't going." She whispered, then looked up bashfully, realising she had vocalised her thoughts.
"Gotta go find out what's goin' on down there. We do this all the time, ain't nothin' to worry about." He added trying to ease her visible concern. "I'll see ya soon 'k."
"Ok."
Logan raised his hand and with a leather-clad finger reached out and brushed the remaining tears from her cheek. Kay smiled, closing her eyes for a moment remembering the feelings of closeness.
"Logan! You ready to go." The voice of the commander crackled in his ear-piece and he pulled his hand away to press the send button on the side of the radio-mike. The feelings of apprehension returned in Kaylan as she watch him visibly flip from friend to fighter.
"Yeah Kid. On m' way." He growled, but his brow softened as his attention was drawn back to her. "See ya darlin'." He smiled turning, he strode to the door.
She watched him go, only falling back into the pillows when the doors closed behind him. "Be safe Logan." She whispered as she closed her eyes and sleep took her.