A/N: Well, hello. It's been a bit since I've written anything in this story. So, here we are. A little update. Forgive me, I'm playing with ideas here.
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Logan opened his eyes when he heard a curse. Looking at the bed, he noticed that Scarlet was missing from it. His attention turned towards the window area of the room when he heard shuffling feet and another curse.
Scarlet was standing, albeit shakily, in front of her wheelchair. Her hands were spread out in front of her and she looked less like living fire than she had the night before. She cursed as she stumbled forward a bit, but managed to stay upright.
"Maria," Logan said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
The teen lifted her gaze to meet his. "I told you I would get out of that chair today. And look. I'm out."
"What you're going to do is hurt yourself," Logan commented, moving to stand in front of her. "Don't you know how to take baby steps?"
"Well, I would if I was a baby and if you moved out of the way," Scarlet shot back. "I intend on walking out that door. Maybe go for a hike. Knock over some people riding bikes in the park. That sort of thing."
Logan flicked her on the forehead and she fell back onto the wheelchair. "You don't have the balance for that right now."
Scarlet growled and pointed a finger up at him. "You are so going on my hit list. Right under Oprah."
"What did Oprah do to you?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you." Scarlet struggled to get back to her feet, but she managed. "See? Quicker getting up this time." She smirked. "Not that I can say the same for you."
Logan's eyes narrowed. "Maria…"
"Need some more Me Time? Because I'm gone." Scarlet waved and disappeared from the room.
Logan rolled his eyes and turned, heading out of his room. "That girl is going to make so many people rip their hair out."
The feral mutant moved through the mansion and into the garages. Scarlet was sitting on the ground next to a motorcycle, looking pissed. She crossed her arms and huffed as she looked from the motorcycle to Logan and back again.
"Let me guess," Logan began. "You fell off."
"I hate you," Scarlet muttered.
"Yeah, I'm still not seeing any truth in that." Logan reached down and helped her to her feet. "We both know where we stand."
Scarlet braced herself against his chest. "Well, good thing one of us can't stand very well. Yet. I'll have it down by the end of the day. And then, you can't stop me from going wherever I want. Nope. I'll have free range of the mansion again."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Like that's a good thing." He put his hands on her hips to steady her. "Don't you think it's about time you take things easy? You don't always have to rush everything that you do."
Scarlet looked at him like he'd suddenly sprouted another head. "The fuck you say? If I don't do things quickly, they don't get done. And people get hurt. I'm not about to let that happen."
"But what about you? What if you get hurt because you don't slow down?"
Scarlet's eyes were sad. "So, what if I do?"
She burst into a cloud of butterflies that vanished just as quickly as they came. Logan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Yep, this girl was going to give him a stroke.
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Scarlet stumbled around the mansion, trying to get her strength back. She rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen and saw Viktor standing in it, helping himself to the beer that was normally meant for Logan and Logan only.
"You better hope that you're not caught with that," she commented, helping herself to random things out of the fridge. "You'd be surprised who would want to see you get your ass handed to you."
"So far, that would be you and Logan," Viktor said, smirking at her. "I can understand him. You on the other hand…I haven't played that big of a part in your life to make you hate me."
"Let's see. You worked for my dad." Scarlet slapped together a sandwich and looked at him. "I hate my dad. Therefore, I hate you. I think that's enough explanation." She put her hand over her sandwich and watched as it multiplied several times over. "Have a sour day."
Viktor chuckled as she picked up one of the sandwiches. "I see someone has a healthy appetite."
"Oh fuck off," Scarlet muttered around a mouthful of sandwich. "Don't try to make small talk with me. I hate small talk. Especially when I'm eating."
There was a kind of glow to Viktor's eyes that Scarlet didn't like. "Does Logan keep you properly fed?"
Scarlet glared at him. "What kind of question is that? I feed myself. And I do it quite well, thank you."
Viktor's smirk turned deadly. "Did you think I couldn't smell him on you? All over you."
Scarlet's stomach turned sour. "You're walking on thin ice, you bastard. And you wouldn't want to ruin my morning…"
"Why? Because you're holding onto the last happy memories of being held in Logan's arms?"
Scarlet growled and leaped onto the kitchen island that separated them, a bone spike popping out of her wrist and pressed close to his throat. "You keep your fucking mouth shut, Viktor! Do you understand? Fucking shut."
Viktor put his hand around the bone spike and pushed it back. "So quick to fight…no wonder Logan likes you..."
Scarlet let out another little growl and moved back. She grabbed her sandwich pile and moved towards the entrance to the kitchen. Stopping, she turned her head so that she was looking at Viktor in profile.
"Not one word of this to anyone," she said calmly.
"Oh, your secret is safe with me," Viktor said and Scarlet wasn't sure she believed him.
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Logan waited for Scarlet to return to the room when night fell. The clock kept ticking away and she didn't show. He walked out of his room and looked down the hall, but saw no one.
She wouldn't have gone back to her room, Logan thought, walking down the hall and towards the stairs. But where would she have gone? And why?
"Over here," someone whispered.
"Hurry," another voice said.
Logan glanced around, but saw no one. Something told him to listen to the voices anyway. He was led outside to the fountain and stopped walking.
Scarlet was curled part way on the lip of the fountain and part way in the fountain, sleeping and soaked to the bone. Her skin shimmered under the water with the same fire he had witnessed many times before. She looked at peace, even at that weird angle.
Logan reached out and smoothed his hand over her forehead. Her skin was hot and her brow furrowed as he kept touching her. She muttered something under her breath and turned her face away, slipping farther into the water. Logan shook his head and reached down, scooping her up into his arms.
"No…" Scarlet whispered, her eyes still closed. "Go…back…"
"You're not going back into the water, darling," Logan said, heading back towards the mansion. "You're not drowning on my watch."
The sky was cracked in two by a fork of lightning. Thunder followed and so did a heavy rain. Scarlet lifted her head and opened her eyes. Logan paused, looking at her. The lightning played in her eyes, making them light up with a new life.
"It's coming…" she whispered in a voice that was not her own. "It's coming…"
"What's coming?" Logan asked, holding her gaze.
"The end," Scarlet told him in that same voice. "The end…it's coming…"
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A/N: Trust me, the end to this story is not coming anytime soon. It's a completely different end that "Scarlet" is referring to. Please leave a comment or two in the review box and I will see you all later. Much love and puppies. -Scarlet