Feral Compulsion
"Chapter Eight"
The next day Logan had to lock their door when they both left for various reasons. He was bashfully ashamed that neither of them had done anything to clean the mess they'd made while under the influence of their other sides while they ravished each other stupid. He was surprised nobody had come to investigate after the noise they'd no doubt made.
Right now, the duo was on their way to Professor Xavier's office. Harry trailing behind him with his head hung. Almost as if he were afraid to catch anyone's eyes. Logan didn't know how he could see where he was going.
Before they could descend the stairs, their path was blocked by a slender teenager in a gray sweater with his hands on his hips. "You guys think you're so special don't you," The kid said as he came nose to nose with Logan. Which honestly surprised the older man. As he was above average height. Logan couldn't help but notice the boy was now flicking a lighter that looked quite expensive. Logan refused to give the kid any ammunition and tried to walk past him, shoving his chest into the other male's shoulder.
Logan could see the cocky teen grimace in pain but other than step back a few paces the teen hadn't moved enough for them to get through. Where was everyone?
The teen laughed in a mocking tone. "Need Jean to fight your battles for you, eh? I bet you're not even a mutant. You're just here because they pity you!"
By now Logan was fuming. Wolverine was itching to put this pup in his place. Nobody disrespected him and left without a woopin'. Suddenly he heard a sniffle behind him. Turning so he could glance towards Harry; he saw the tears running down his glistening cheeks. This time, Logan pushed John. Aiming to push the snot down the stairs. Unfortunately, the teenager bounced off the wall and almost dropped his Zippo. With rage in his eyes, clawing at his mind, John St. Allerdyce Flashed his lighter and an explosion of flame flared toward the duo. Logan braced his arms in a defensive position but was shocked in fear when a scream of terrified pain came from behind him.
Logan didn't have to look to know who the pyromaniac had hit. With a roar of fury, Wolverine pinned the teen against the wall so fast he had no time to react. Logan was fighting, clawing, and scratching to get control of the situation. He did not want to kill some random teen who couldn't defend himself. There was no justice in that.
Logan watched in reluctance as his claws were slowly unsheathing toward the guys jugular. The feral was breathing so heavy with the fight within him for dominance, he couldn't be bothered with the goings-on around him. He didn't see the newly introduced Ororo, as well as an unknown teacher with ruby glasses assessing Harry who lay on the ground in a heap unresponsive. He didn't react to Jean who was trying to pull his arm away from the aggressor. The instigator. The perpetrator. The enemy. She was failing.
Suddenly without warning the warring man was freed from his battle without mercy, and vindictively when his body was filled with a giant convulsion of electricity that caused him to go rigid for an unknown amount of time before he fell to the floor in a boneless heap. Unfortunately, nobody told the thundermancer that the dominant feral had metal casing his skeleton
-BREAK-
Logan first opened his eyes feeling they were gritty as all heck. His body felt like he'd been hit by a semi and lived. Rubbing his face, he heaved a great sigh in exasperation as his memories came back to him about what happened to land him in this sterile med wing.
Thankfully, he was just hooked to an IV, no feeding tube this time. He did not want to repeat ripping that out. Gazing around the room, Logan's eyes landed on a petite form snug in a small bed across from him. This one though was covered in bandages.
Walking to the bedside, Logan had to wonder how long they'd been in the med wing. Had Harry's healing had time to kick in? He had to find out. Slowly peeling back the gauze that lined the nearest arm, Logan winced as the ointment left a gooey residue. However, beneath the mess was barely blemished skin. Slightly wavy from the texture of the burns yet now the color of health.
Swiftly, Logan began ripping the rest of the mess from his mate. Infuriated that they'd even do this, it was like taking him out of a cocoon. He was just throwing the covers off the boy, so he could remove the rest when he finally heard someone enter the room
"MISTER LOGAN, just what do you think you're doing?" Jean asked in demand from behind him.
Turning sharper than he thought was natural, Logan dropped the bandage he had in his hand. Feeling as if he was a child with his hand caught stealing a piece of food from the street market. He couldn't help the trepidation he felt staring into those moss green eyes.
Before he had time to respond, around the corner in walked the other Dr. Unaware of the proceedings going on in the med wing. The blue furry man took one look at the scene and froze, but not before he let an; "Oh my," slip from his mouth.
Jean must have seen the death glare Logan was giving their longtime resident feral because she grabbed Logan and pushed him back on his bed. "No, you do not look at people like that. You need to sit." She stated as she did so. The man seeming to not want to bend. "You are not leaving this med wing until either I assess you and Hank assesses Harry or vise versa."
The duo of doctors continued to stare at the haggard man who didn't seem to want to come up with a response. Or was sulking in silence. They couldn't tell.
"I don't have time for this," Jean stated in indignation. "Hank, see to Harry." She said as she grabbed her stethoscope.
"No!" Logan and Wolverine barreled at the same time. Neither of them aware of Logan's hands digging into the metal frame of the bed beneath him where he stood leaning on it.
Seemingly not fazed at all, Jean continues grabbing her stethoscope and switches places with Hank, who by now is grabbing his own in front of Logan. To say the blue man was nervous about this examination was an understatement. He was trying as hard as he could to suppress his emotions like Charles had taught him so long ago when he'd first met him. He could not give this man more reason to suspect him a threat.
Logan had been through this numerous times before. Check the heart, lungs, and pulse. Peachy keen, and he could skedaddle. Hopefully with Harry.
"Can you take a deep breath a few times for me?" Hank asked simply. His stethoscope now on the man's back. Logan did as prompted. Years of living with his brother and his pungent scent the only thing stopping him from gagging from the smell of this beta.
God his lungs hurt. Hell, his whole body hurt now that he thought of it. He couldn't remember what happened after the punk kid had hurt Harry.
"Does that hurt?" Hank asked Logan suspiciously after hearing something in his lungs.
"No." Logan stated simply. Knowing it was a lie, but he didn't care. He wanted to go upstairs right now and lay in bed with Harry and sleep for a week. Even though the two of them did miss a chunk of their memories while under the influence of the pheromones. Grimacing as he recalled the destroyed room upstairs waiting for them.
Logan knew he'd been outed when the Doc gave a hum of disbelief and walked off and began digging into some tall filing cabinet. He was left waiting, leaning against the bolted-down bed wondering what just happened. He couldn't help but wrap his arm around his abdomen. Everything hurt like a bitch, why didn't he notice this earlier.
"This," Hank stated as he slapped a CT film upon a light fixture next to logans right at the head of the bed, "Is what a body normally looks like under a CT scan." Logan was unfazed. Very confused as to where this was going. Had they found his adamantium?
"And this," Hank said again, slapping another film upon the lit wall. "Was you yesterday when we brought you in here."
Logan stared at the film that represented his skeleton and innards. The skeleton was a giant phantasmal glowing ball of light like neurons glistening in the sun. That was it.
"Do you realize what this says?" Hank asked in urgency.
"I'm a light bulb?" Logan said jokingly. Knowing full well it was only time before they found he'd had the metal fused to his skeleton. Did they know about Harry's? Glancing toward the comatose boy, suddenly Logan was filled with fear. What did they know about Harry? Did they X-Ray him like they did Logan? Suddenly his head was spinning, and he tried grabbing onto the bed again after he'd stopped leaning on it in his fear. He was not successful, though. Before he could catch himself from hitting the floor, white lights covered his sight, and a ringing in his ears he couldn't explain distracted him before he knew nothing else.
Author: Thank you all for your kind words. I'm hoping this cleared up the confusion about the bedroom mess. I'm sorry I made it so confusing. (HEARTS and HUGS for all)
