A/N: Wow. Do any of you guys have parents that do this? I told my mom that our cable bill was high and that if she didn't pay it, the internet would be cut off.. What does she do? She sits then and shrugs! "I'll pay it soon." Soon? Uh, no. Anyway, all is well! I thank you guys humbly for putting up with my bs style of updating! Seriously, you guys keep me happy when I'm down. Thank you so much for loving my imagination.
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Edit: Sorry guys, it's being stupid and not allowing me to seperate the contents, terribly sorry!
Warning: Sexual refrences are used in this chapter, and a lot of swear words. It's is the
reader's fault for reading this if they get offended. Don't bother telling me. Love you!
Chapter Six
He was up before the sun. His eyelids shot open and he stood up, stretching. Kinks and groans rang throughout his back. When he lowered his arms down from the air he looked over to Tegan. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead during the night, and she was having troubles breathing. Her eyebrows were drawn together as if she were having a nightmare. What scared him the most though, was the way her chest would heave forward, them tremble as it lowered.
Logan's heart began to race and he quickly picked her up. He looked around, hiw eyes wide with fear, before running up Shayoko's staircase. The stairs groaned from the weight, and it almost felt as if he were going to break them as he jogged up them.
When he reached the upper level he began to bang on the doors, not knowing which one Shayoko was peacefully sleeping in. It took two guesses until Shayoko threw the door open with a scowl on her face. "What!" She asked, almost yelling.
Logan walked passed her and Remy, who was sleeping on the nearby chair. Logan walked over to Shayoko's bed and getnly placed Tegan ontop of it. "She has a fever."
Shayoko pushed him out of the way and felt against her forehead. "You woke me up for this?" She asked as she took her hand away and looked up to him with a blank look. "Just get her some water and an aspirin! She'll be fine!"
Logan looked down to the woman's body and shook his head. "Somethings not right." He moved back towards the door and followed his way to the bathroom. He walked over to the tub and turned on the water before pulling the knob to the shower. He let the water run on his hand until it became the right temperature. When it was cool enough, he walked back to the room, picked Tegan up, and brought her into the bathroom, where he placed her in the tub with water sprinkling on her.
He noticed her tremble against the water. He watched her with intense eyes, taking in everywhere movement she made, every shake, every tremble, every breath. She was sick.. That much was logical. But something else was happening to her..
Logan hated it when he couldn't do anything. He hated sitting around and waiting it out, always afraid of the worst possibility to actually become possible.
He reached over to turn off the shower, and then towards her. He picked up her wet body and slugged out of the bathroom. "I need clothes." He demanded as he walked back into Shayoko's room. Remy was now up, and was currently helping Shayoko make the bed. Shayoko glared over to Logan as he placed Tegan's wet body upon her fresh sheets.
Shayoko raised a hand to her forehead and saluted Logan. "Yes sir!" She mocked before turning to her dresser to grab a pair of old sweats, and a tank. "And how do you expect to change her into these?"
Logan looked over to her and gave her a look that made her feel stupid. It was almost obvious.. She would have to do it.
"Nu uh. I ain't doing it. I won't be able to look her in the eye if I do." Shayoko replied, taking a couple steps away from him. "I'm not doing it, Logan."
"Why? It ain't nothing you haven't seen before."
"I'm not doing it." Shayoko's voice was heavy, and she made her point. The two brought hteir gazes into a heated challenge.
"Just do it." Remy spoke up, his thick and heavy accent calling over to her. "It can't be that hard, 'Chere. She don't have nothing you haven't seen."
Shayoko looked down to the floor and shook her head. "Fine."
Logan gave a breath of relief and lead himself out the door, allowing Remy to follow. Once the door was closed he mumbled under his breath. "She acts as if she's a lesbian."Remy turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? She does."
"Okay, I can do this." Shayoko mumbled under her breath, feeling extremely uncomfortable at the fact that she was about to see her friend naked. She looked at Tegan from head to toe, and suddenly found herself asking what she was sure every man must've asked himself: Where to start?
Biting her lip, she decided to save the bottom for later. Her fingers reached around Tegan's neck, and she pulled her hair of the way. Shayoko reached down below Tegan's shirt and pulled it up. Tegan was half-nude, she apparently didn't bother with a bra...
That's when the uncomfortable level went up a couple hundred notches, causing Shayoko to throw 'be patient' out the window. She quickly whipped Tegan's sweatpants off, trying hard not to hurt her feet. When Tegan was laying half-nude on her bed, she whirled around and searched her dresser, trying hard to look for clothes. Since Shayoko was only 5'0, four inches shorter than Tegan, her clothes would defiantely be tighter on Tegan's stomach.
She decided on a pair of loose, black nike shorts, along with a baggy red t-shirt. Shayoko had tried her best to place the clothes on the woman's body, but it hadn't become easy. It was twice as hard than taking them off.
When she was finished, she turned to walk out of her bedroom, only then truely noticing how bad it looked. The walls were rotting, and the floorboards dulled a couple shades of brown. Cringing, she left the room
Logan and Remy had migrated downstairs, where they sat each nursing a beer. Shayoko walked off the last step and shook her head. "Yes, guys, you are allowed to drink all the alcohol beverages in my house- oh no, don't worry, I can afford more with my glorious waitressing cheques! Oh, don't even worry about those beers coming out of my rent fund!"
Remy placed his drink down on the table, Logan kept drinking his own.
"Argh, men." Shayoko mumbled walking into the kitchen and taking a seat.
"Wasn't too bad now, was it?" Logan asked, smirking over to her.
"Oh, don't even remind me." Shayoko whispered, shaking her head. She placed her elbows on the table, resting her forehead into her left palm.
"How'd she look? A? B? C? She's gotta be a C." Logan looked over to Remy, who agreed- nodding and whispereing: "yeah, gotta be a C."
Shayoko looked up to both of them and scrunched her face together in disgust. "You two are pigs. That's our friend up there, oh, and she could be very well dying!"
"She's not dying. They want her to suffer." Logan spoke, taking a swig of his beer.
"Okay! Who's 'they'! I mean, I keep hearing you two blabber on about it- but it's not like you guys had an actual vision of 'they' now have you? It could very well be the water attacking our genetics!"
Remy scoffed. "It no water."
"Well, how can we be sure that this is an attack on mutants? Why are we jumping to these conclusions?" Shayoko asked, looking between the men.
"Do you think random mutants just like to fall on their backs and play some sick game of 'Who can seizure the most'?" Logan asked, holding her gaze with his heated one. "Shayoko, that was an attack."
"Oh, and this is coming from someone who didn't believe a word from mine and Remy's mouths last night."
"That was last night. This is now. Tegan's up there, breathing like she's on life-support- and you expect me to believe that this isn't an attack on us? Someone's out there, and they just don't plain like us."
Shayoko was silent. What could she say? He'd just mumbled everything she'd been thinking ever since the attack yesterday. But who could do this? She knew people hated their kind, but to take it this far? To try and wipe every mutant off the face of the planet... "Do you... do you think they were testing out their experiment? And that they chose this town because we're the closest to them?"
"It's a chance." Remy stated, leaning back into his chair.
Logan rolled his eyes. He brought ht ebottle back to his lips, and chugged the rest of the beer down before placing it down on the table and standing up. "Listen, I've gotta go and get some money before we start any of this 'Inspector Gadget' stuff. I'll be back later."
He walked slowly over to the stairs, as if wanting to go up them to go and see Tegan, but when he felt Shayoko and Remy's eyews boring into his back, he sighed and walk out of the room.
Before he went to work, Logan went to check on the camper. He knew something was wrong even before he was in eye's view of it. His legs began to job closer to his truck, a sense of fear entering him- which quickly disappeared, becoming replaced with anger.
The place was a mess. The coushins for the bedding and seating at the table were torn in half, feathers laying everywhere from Tegan's pillow. The fridge door was pulled open, their food sprawled everywhere. Both of Logan and Tegan's clothes were found on the floor, piled everywhere.
Logan looked around the camper and surpressed a groan. Anger filled him once more and he gave a yell and with his claws extended from hi sknuckles, he slammed them into the trailer's wall, causing it to shake from the power behind the fist.
His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving forward and yanking backward. It wasn't for another minute before he noticed the spray-painted words on his table.
'Dirty Mutants.'
Shayoko's hands worked in rhythm while she washed the dishes. They worked circles into the plate, mindlessly working on their own. Her crystal blue eyes were staring forward, outside her window. She took in the night's painting, watching the creatures, plants, and flowers all die down for the night's sleep.
It almost seemed strange to her, watching everything around her walk around as if nothing happened. Well, in all technicality, nothing happened to them...
She shivered. She'd never felt his way before, so discriminated against.She almost felt as if she should be punished... It'd been ages since her father had last done such a thing. Her fingers slowly came up and clasped her right arm.
It'd be ages since her father last hit her. She was only 4 when the beatings had began. And she remembered why the did too... She was caught swimming with a boy. That stupid young boy, who led her away from her picnic and gently led her into the water. It was that silly boy's mistake that had made her childhood a living hell.
It all started with fun and games, both of them laughing and playing. It wasn't until he tried to lead her into the deeper end of the lake- she protested, telling him with her little vocabulary that her father wouldn't approve. He went on without her, and ten minutes later, after her father discovered where she had walked off to, they found him floating face-down, dead.
The event traumatised Shayoko beyound end. It not only caused her emotional damage, but physical abuse from her father. He never did forgive her, always blaming her for the death of the boy down the dirt road.
Shaking, Shayoko placed the plate gently down into the sink. She didn't have the nerves to be doing the dishes. She turned around and walked towards the stairs, climbing them with slow steps. The steps croaked beneath her weight, slowly moaning with both pain and relief when her feet would step off of them.
She made her way to her room, opening the door and poking her head in. Tegan lay in the same position, beads of sweat forming on her body, yet she shivered from being cold. Shayoko sighed. Typical case of the flu.
She walked into the room and stopped when she was beside the bed. Tegan's breathing was horrible. It'd heave in and almost sound as if she were choking when she'd breathe out. Shayoko reached and touched her forehead... funny, it felt fine. She reached down onto her neck- Hell! Her whole body felt fine! What the hell was wrong with her!
Suddenly, Tegan's body heaved forward, and her eyes blew wide open. Her body then fell back down to the bed, but her spine was pushing her stomach up in the air, and her lungs were screeching something fierce.
Shayoko jumped back in fear and landed on her bottom. She sat still for a moment, watching her friend slam back and forth in pain. It took a couple minutes for her senses to come back, and when they did- she flew to her feet and began to run down the stairs, yelling for Remy.
Remy, who had been just walking in from outside, looked up with question in his eyes. He frantically asked her what was wrong, but Shayoko couldn't seem to spit out the words. She kept saying 'Tegan! Tegan!' over and over, causing Remy's blood to run cold. Was she dead?
He tore around her and ran up the stairs. His steps were quickened by the thought of the woman being dead. Logan would never forgive him..
Remy almost hauled the door to open wider. His face paled instantly as Tegan was convulsing on the bed. Her tiny frame was shaking, both her body and the bed. Vomit had sputtered out of her lips, tainting them a dull red, and her eyes were drizzling with tears.
Remy ran over to her and held her down his arm around her shoulders. He screamed for Shayoko to grab him some water and quick. It had taken Shayoko a couple seconds to fully understand what he was saying (his accent was so thick) but when she did, she was surprised that she could run so fast.
It had taken them at least an hour to calm Tegan's body down. Their minds were empty with information, they chose to go with their instincts, feeding Tegan three aspirins. Her body quit shaking, and she fell into a deep slumber. All signs of the flu had disappeared, her breathing had returned back to normal, the beads of sweat that had occupied her body had vaporated from her body.. Everything seemed back to normal- save for a few shivers she'd give every now and then.
Remy leaned his head against the wall by the bed and gave a sigh of relief. After she'd calmed down, he vowed not to leave her side until Logan made it back. He mumbled a quick prayer in french, fully aware of Shayoko's curious eyes burning into him. He turned to look at her and mumbled: "It's just a simple prayer."
Shayoko walked over to him and sat down beside him. "A prayer huh? That scared?"
Remy chuckled softly. "Not scared for Tegan, no. Remy scared of what wolf-man is gonna do when he sees her."
Shayoko laughed softly. "I'm sure it wont be too bad." She met his dull gaze and she laughed. "Okay- so he'll get really over-protective and blame us for everything, and then go into solitude with us, leaving us alone for a good day and half. Not letting us near Tegan... the whole animal protective-ness."
Remy sighed and leaned his head against the wall. He sat still for a moment, just allowing everything to come in and overcome his body. That's when he heard it.. The door slamming open. He tensed up. "Wolf man home." He stated.
Shayoko was the first to stand up when she heard Logan yelling for them. "We're coming!" She turned around to beckon Remy up before walking out the door and down the stairs. "What're you hollaring about!" she screeched to the Wolverine.
"I'm taking her away from here." Logan stated, walking into the area where Remy and Shayoko sat. He pushed his way around Shayoko and began to stomp up the stiars.
"What? Logan, you are not! She's sick, she can't even breathe properly!" Shayoko run up the stiars, leaving Remy to walk slowly up then, rolling his eyes. "You're not taking her!"
"Like hell I'm not." Logan walked into the room and immediately stopped when he saw Tegan. She lay on the bed, her body shaking softly. Her breathing was horrible, coming out in wheezing breaths. She looked like she was about to die...
"Do you see now?" Shayoko asked softly from the doorway. Logan turned to look at her. "You should've seen her earlier, she had massive body convulsions.
"Logan, you can't take her. Not now."
Logan clenched his hands into tight fists.
"Where would you take her anyway? You have no where else to go, hell! You don't even have transportation to go anywhere!" Her voice had started off soft, but when reality was hitting her, her voice began to boom with anger.
Logan didn't say anything as he turned back around to stare at Tegan's sleeping form. He took a couple slow steps before his deep voice asked Shayoko to leave the room. It had taken a couple seconds for Shayoko to finally leave the room, and when she did, Logan continued to walk towards Tegan.
He didn't bother taking off his boots when he climbed onto the bed beside his friend. He didn't bother wiping the sweat off he had made when he went to the bar to win a fight and take his frustrations out. Hell, he didn't bother with the stench of beer in his mouth.. He just wanted to be near her, to comfort her the only way he knew how.
Taking her shivering body into his arms, he held her closly. Tegan's breathing slowed down, and was almost normal. Her shivering stopped a large amount, and her body curved against his instantly. Logan didn't know what he was doing when he kissed her temples and whispered to her that it was all going to be okay, that he was going to protect her from whatever evil was inside her.
He'd make damn sure of it to.
The room was almost pitch black when Logan had opened his eyes. He groaned with pain when he realized his left arm had fallen asleep while being caught under Tegan's body, however, he didn't move it. He would allow his mutation to take care of that.
His dark eyes adjusted to the dark and he stared at her. She was finally breathing normally, and her shivering was now gone. The only thing left were beads of sweat all along her face and neck, but Logan had guessed that it was from him holding her.
Hell, he kind of liked the sweat on her. It made her almost look exotic looking.
Logan couldn't help but reach with his free hand to touch her face. His fingers trailed around her cheeks, then finally down her neck. She shivered, which caused Logan to become more entranced with her and her body.
His fingers trailed down her arms, then back up to her collar bone. Should he go lower? He didn't even think twice as they trailed down her breast and stomach, then along her hipbones. God, she was gorgeous...
Logan took his hand away when Tegan's eyes fluttered open. She looked over to him with droppy yellow eyes. "Lo-logan?" She croaked out.
He pulled his arm out from under her. "I'm here." He stated.
"Logan.." She smiled over to him and cuddled closer. "I dreamt you left me."
"Left you?" She nodded against his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"
"You met a woman...with red hair." Tegan whispered, almost falling back asleep. "You broke my heart Logan."
Logan's eyebrows came together. "Tegan, are you even awake?"
"Mhm.." She reached her head over and bit his ear. "Logan..." She whispered, tracing her hands down his chest. "Oh, Logan."
He stiffened when she began to suck on his ear, giving it bites. "Tegan, don't." Logan mumbled, reaching his hands to her shoulders to push her away. But he didn't, he allowed her to keep nibbling on his earlobe.
His breathing was becoming haggard, and he allowed his hands to once again travel along her body, though this time he had them linger a little while longer on the important areas. It was when she began to travel down his neck that he flipped her onto her back and began to kiss her. His tongue poked into her mouth to taste her, then to battle her own.
His hands travelled up under her shirt and tried to mindlessly unclasped her bra. When he got it, he noticed she'd stopped moving. Logan pulled away from her with worry, but noticed that she had fallen asleep. That's when he noticed the bottle of aspirin beside their bed.
He groaned and rolled back onto his back. He lay still for a moment or two before deciding to pull Tegan up onto his chest.
Kissing her temple was the last thing he remembered before falling asleep.