Hey guys, sorry for the delay! I have every intention to keep writing so thanks so much for all the follows and faves! If you have any ideas of possible scenes, please please please do message me about them! I have some myself and am pretty sure where this story is heading, but it is always great to get inspiration-especially from the people who like your story.

I'm really excited with where this is going. Especially as it was only tended to be one or two chapters.

Sorry for such a short one today...I'll make up for it with the next one! Especially if you give me some ideas. ;)

Logan knew it had been the best decision—but that didn't stop it from being incredibly hard. It seemed to be the story of his life.

He had been through a lot of pain—some of it he didn't even remember properly, it came in brief flashes…flashbacks of his past. Yet nothing had hurt more than losing and giving up the people he cared about most. And they…they were gone. Besides Laura and Jean. He didn't want his two girls to be added onto the list. Them, and possibly…another individual.

In fact, this said person was the main reason, the big push, that made Logan decide to send them away for safety.

At first he had questioned himself, but there was no denying his senses…and no doubt what their visitor earlier had smelled too.

He only hoped he would be able to return to them soon…and that they would stay safe. He didn't want any more of this, didn't need it either—he'd had enough for a thousand lifetimes. Yet it was a constant battle, every day. Did he find trouble or did trouble find him?

Either way, it happened. Mercilessly.

He shouldn't complain this time, however, not after breaking into a Weapon X facility and stealing one of their prize 'specimens' that they'd tortured, attempting to control her and suck everything out of her very being. He'd wondered why they hadn't chased them down straight away, and tried to take Jean back. Now he knew.

And he wasn't giving them the satisfaction of waiting until the 'right moment' before pouncing. No. They would pay for everything they'd done to him and more importantly—to Laura and Jean.

…

The corridor was dark, besides the flashing red lights. However it only made the place more eerie.

Men in black slunk with backs pressed against the walls, guns frantically turning to and fro as the alarm screamed at them.

There was an intruder.

One that could have broken in silent and swift as the devil and left before you could so much as blink an eye.

But instead all hell was let loose.

If you could smell fear, the stench would have been overwhelming.

These men had been trained for such moments, yet no training could have possibly prepared them for this.

Without warning the lights went off, the men in the office played with switches frantically to turn them on as the panicked screams of the men in the hall filled the air—and then they were gone.

The lights came on again.

Blood everywhere, splattered on the walls and ceiling along with claw marks.

Men lying on the floor in pools of sticky scarlet, their faces masked with utter terror. Dead.

….

Donald Pierce had not been there that day. He came to find over half his men dead, and one of their best specimens taken.

The blood, the dead bodies, the claw markings were enough to explain everything.

The Wolverine was no longer dead. He had survived. Somehow, some way, he was back.

Although…this left a lingering question.

How much of him, was back?

Had he returned to peak physical condition? Or was he still weak? Still broken? Still utterly vulnerable?

Many questions swirled through his mind, questions that needed answers. However he would be patient, he would *not* in fact, chase after Logan and Jean. Not, straight away. He would wait, and bide his time.

Good things come to those who wait.

However, there was nothing to stop him from say….sending someone to check on them.

Much had happened since that fateful day when the famous Wolverine had been killed along with their prize project-X-24. Much work had been done…and if Logan was back, Pierce was happy for him to come say hello.