Chapter One
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AN: Here is chapter one. Hope you enjoy!
This is a rated R for sexual content at times. X-men is not owned by me, I am merely borrowing the characters to tell this story.
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.Logan awoke with a start. He sat up, his heart pounding as his breath came out in gasps, his face flushed and his body was soaked in sweat. Slowly he opened his eyes. The room he was in was still bathed in darkness as his bed sheets and blankets were all twisted into knots around him.
It took him a few minutes for him get his bearings. He looked around the room and picked out objects and furniture throughout the chamber. There was a workout station in one corner of the room and a dresser in the other. He glanced at his nightstand and slowly picked up the watch that was there. The watch had an X insignia on it. Closing his eyes all his memories came back to him in a rush. The Mansion. X-Men.
Trying to keep calm with some breathing exercises he had learned someplace, he focussed his mind at emptying his thought. After several minutes, his heart began to beat normally, his thoughts became focussed instead of chaotic and his body began to relax.
Logan again opened his eyes and glared at the clock on the stand. It read 4:40 AM.
Damn it. He growled a little.
Running his hand through his hair he got out of his bed and went into the bathroom to wash up a bit. Turning on the light he ran the water and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep he was having due to his dreams.
Dreams. Or were they memories? Closing his eyes his thoughts returned to his dream. It seemed so real. The smell of the dust and odour in the air still seemed to surround him even now in the waking world. The girl looked so vivid and real that all he had to do was close his eyes and reach out to touch her. The pain and love he had felt for her when she died. It all felt so real to him.
The dreams had plagued him for weeks now, ever since his return from his personal mission that took him to the far reaches of the wilderness in Northern Canada. He had found the old research station that Xavier mentioned, however all he had found there was an empty building. Just like his past. The next thing he had done was to try to locate the current owners but again all that had turned up was nothing. It was like life was trying to prevent him from finding the truth. He had returned to the mansion three months later, tired and without any purpose anymore. Charles Xavier had talked to him at lengths and finally convinced him to join the X- Men officially. This would give his life purpose, Xavier had assured him. And it did for a while. Then the dreams came.
Returning, he made up his bed again and then got into the covers to settle back into sleep.
So if life was preventing him to discover himself why did the dreams come all of a sudden? If they were memories, then what prompted them? The Professor or Wheels, that Logan came to call him by, told him that with time his memories might come back on their own, without visual or sensory stimulation.
Of course he hadn't told anyone of his dreams. Not even Marie.
Marie. He thought.
Smiling he turned over to his side. Marie and he had gotten a lot closer since his return. He looked at her and saw someone he could trust. He still didn't trust the others fully. Actually he never trusted anyone before.until now.
Marie was like a ray of light in his gloomy life. He knew the kid had a crush on him. She knew almost everything about his life since that fateful day on top of the torch when he had touched her to save her. She knew the pain, the darkness that was in his soul. Yet she still looked up at him and saw someone she could trust: a man without a past.
Again he considered the dreams. The dream was unusual. Every night he had the same one. It began with the girl screaming and ended with him running into the darkness. Usually dreams revealed something more or changed in someway. Not this one. It remained constant, like a movie. The sounds, the intensity of emotions, the tension also remained the same. Yet even the effect also was the same. Every time he dreamed it was as if he was watching this "movie" for the first time.
So real.he thought.
Again Logan tossed to his other side, his eyes remaining closed. Could they be memories? If that were so, he might have at last found a clue to his past, or at least a part of it.
What had he called her, this girl in his dreams? Roe? He had clearly remembered in this dream that who ever this Roe was in fact had been his wife. Laughing, Logan thought to himself. Who would have believed that of all people he would have been married? One-Eye would have had a heart attack, wondering who could ever tame the over bearing, arrogant Wolverine.
His heart leapt out when he thought of this unknown girl. She was indeed beautiful from what he could remember from his dreams. Sighing deeply he turned over to his back, he fell deeply asleep, dreaming again about this mysterious being that he only knew as Roe.
From the other side of the mansion, several hallways and rooms away, Xavier sat up in bed looking out to the darkness of his window. Rubbing his temples as if he had been straining his eyes for the past several hours, the Professor sighed deeply. His head was pounding like it did every night.
It was Logan again. Xavier thought.
Taking a deep breath, Xavier took a drink of water and some tablets that were on the nightstand. If this continued he would have to have a talk with Logan.
He had a faint telepathic bond with all of his students so that he would be able to detect any outside intrusion. Normally the bond was so faint so that he would not intrude on his student's emotional or personal thoughts. However whatever was happening to Logan, his emotional and psychological state resulted in a backlash of dark emotions to Xavier, ultimately waking him up and giving a pounding headache.
It was the same every night, for nearly two weeks. Xavier would have liked to enter Logan's mind to see what was happening however he had made himself personal rules years ago. One of which was never to violate someone's personal thoughts without permission. Of course he had broken that rule once or twice in his life when he had deemed it necessary. Maybe this was one of those times. Shaking his head he settled himself back into the comfort of his bed.
He reached out with his mind to Logan and he could tell he had fallen back to sleep. If Logan didn't come to him soon, he may have to go and see him. With that the Professor fell asleep.
To be continued.
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AN: Here is chapter one. Hope you enjoy!
This is a rated R for sexual content at times. X-men is not owned by me, I am merely borrowing the characters to tell this story.
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.Logan awoke with a start. He sat up, his heart pounding as his breath came out in gasps, his face flushed and his body was soaked in sweat. Slowly he opened his eyes. The room he was in was still bathed in darkness as his bed sheets and blankets were all twisted into knots around him.
It took him a few minutes for him get his bearings. He looked around the room and picked out objects and furniture throughout the chamber. There was a workout station in one corner of the room and a dresser in the other. He glanced at his nightstand and slowly picked up the watch that was there. The watch had an X insignia on it. Closing his eyes all his memories came back to him in a rush. The Mansion. X-Men.
Trying to keep calm with some breathing exercises he had learned someplace, he focussed his mind at emptying his thought. After several minutes, his heart began to beat normally, his thoughts became focussed instead of chaotic and his body began to relax.
Logan again opened his eyes and glared at the clock on the stand. It read 4:40 AM.
Damn it. He growled a little.
Running his hand through his hair he got out of his bed and went into the bathroom to wash up a bit. Turning on the light he ran the water and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep he was having due to his dreams.
Dreams. Or were they memories? Closing his eyes his thoughts returned to his dream. It seemed so real. The smell of the dust and odour in the air still seemed to surround him even now in the waking world. The girl looked so vivid and real that all he had to do was close his eyes and reach out to touch her. The pain and love he had felt for her when she died. It all felt so real to him.
The dreams had plagued him for weeks now, ever since his return from his personal mission that took him to the far reaches of the wilderness in Northern Canada. He had found the old research station that Xavier mentioned, however all he had found there was an empty building. Just like his past. The next thing he had done was to try to locate the current owners but again all that had turned up was nothing. It was like life was trying to prevent him from finding the truth. He had returned to the mansion three months later, tired and without any purpose anymore. Charles Xavier had talked to him at lengths and finally convinced him to join the X- Men officially. This would give his life purpose, Xavier had assured him. And it did for a while. Then the dreams came.
Returning, he made up his bed again and then got into the covers to settle back into sleep.
So if life was preventing him to discover himself why did the dreams come all of a sudden? If they were memories, then what prompted them? The Professor or Wheels, that Logan came to call him by, told him that with time his memories might come back on their own, without visual or sensory stimulation.
Of course he hadn't told anyone of his dreams. Not even Marie.
Marie. He thought.
Smiling he turned over to his side. Marie and he had gotten a lot closer since his return. He looked at her and saw someone he could trust. He still didn't trust the others fully. Actually he never trusted anyone before.until now.
Marie was like a ray of light in his gloomy life. He knew the kid had a crush on him. She knew almost everything about his life since that fateful day on top of the torch when he had touched her to save her. She knew the pain, the darkness that was in his soul. Yet she still looked up at him and saw someone she could trust: a man without a past.
Again he considered the dreams. The dream was unusual. Every night he had the same one. It began with the girl screaming and ended with him running into the darkness. Usually dreams revealed something more or changed in someway. Not this one. It remained constant, like a movie. The sounds, the intensity of emotions, the tension also remained the same. Yet even the effect also was the same. Every time he dreamed it was as if he was watching this "movie" for the first time.
So real.he thought.
Again Logan tossed to his other side, his eyes remaining closed. Could they be memories? If that were so, he might have at last found a clue to his past, or at least a part of it.
What had he called her, this girl in his dreams? Roe? He had clearly remembered in this dream that who ever this Roe was in fact had been his wife. Laughing, Logan thought to himself. Who would have believed that of all people he would have been married? One-Eye would have had a heart attack, wondering who could ever tame the over bearing, arrogant Wolverine.
His heart leapt out when he thought of this unknown girl. She was indeed beautiful from what he could remember from his dreams. Sighing deeply he turned over to his back, he fell deeply asleep, dreaming again about this mysterious being that he only knew as Roe.
From the other side of the mansion, several hallways and rooms away, Xavier sat up in bed looking out to the darkness of his window. Rubbing his temples as if he had been straining his eyes for the past several hours, the Professor sighed deeply. His head was pounding like it did every night.
It was Logan again. Xavier thought.
Taking a deep breath, Xavier took a drink of water and some tablets that were on the nightstand. If this continued he would have to have a talk with Logan.
He had a faint telepathic bond with all of his students so that he would be able to detect any outside intrusion. Normally the bond was so faint so that he would not intrude on his student's emotional or personal thoughts. However whatever was happening to Logan, his emotional and psychological state resulted in a backlash of dark emotions to Xavier, ultimately waking him up and giving a pounding headache.
It was the same every night, for nearly two weeks. Xavier would have liked to enter Logan's mind to see what was happening however he had made himself personal rules years ago. One of which was never to violate someone's personal thoughts without permission. Of course he had broken that rule once or twice in his life when he had deemed it necessary. Maybe this was one of those times. Shaking his head he settled himself back into the comfort of his bed.
He reached out with his mind to Logan and he could tell he had fallen back to sleep. If Logan didn't come to him soon, he may have to go and see him. With that the Professor fell asleep.
To be continued.