The Terror in the Dream

That night, Logan's dreams began pleasantly enough. He held Jenny in his arms, sitting outside under one of the old oak trees. She leaned against his chest, a content sigh escaping her lips. He kissed the top of her head and she turned in his arms, leaning into him for a true kiss. As their lips met, he turned to where her body was positioned underneath him. He ran his hands down her sides and kissed down her neck and collar bone. She moaned and her sharp cat claws scratched down his back, but he loved the sensation. This was definitely the perfect girl for him, he thought with a small laugh. He smiled as he kissed her, her eyes flittering open to catch is.

Suddenly, he was being tackled off of her, her screams echoing around him. He fights with his attacker, his adamantium claws slicing through the skin on his hands. He sank his left hand into the shoulder of his assailant and raked his other across his face. The person let out a wild roar and backed away from him, covering his face. When he finally moved his hands, Logan growled in fury.

"Victor! What do you want?" Logan yelled at his would be brother.

"Oh Jimmy, you know I work for a…" he said pausing to search for the right word, "higher power." An evil grin slowly formed on his face. That's when Logan realized that Jenny had stopped screaming. He looked behind him and saw her in her tiger form, fighting off more goons.

"Why do you not want to see your brother happy?" Logan asked, flashes of Kayla going through his mind. He pushed away those images, focusing on the present and saving Jenny from the only man who would want to do this to him.

"Come now, Jimmy. I don't want to see you unhappy, but my boss has different plans."

"What does Stryker want with her?" Logan asked, not sure who he should fight. Jenny seemed to be doing fine, but Stryker's goons were professional killers. He slowly started making his way toward Jenny, sensing that he needed to protect her.

"Oh you know. The usual," Victor said with a slight growl.

"What does he have planned, Victor!" Logan yelled, getting angrier by the minute at his brother and Stryker. He growled in frustration, trying to inch his way closer to Jenny.

"I can't tell you that, Jimmy, now can I?" Suddenly, Jenny let out a very pained growl, which turned into a human scream as her body shifted out of her feline state. Logan bolted toward her, not even paying attention to Victor. He jumped, claws out, and slashed at the goons. As many as he killed, just as many came pouring out of the woods. He tried to protect her, but there were just too many. Before he knew it, he was on the ground underneath the swarm of clones. When they finally dispersed, Jenny was nowhere to be seen and Victor was long gone. Logan fell to the ground, and loud, feral scream coming from his lips. He had lost her. Another girl taken by Stryker and Victor.

Logan sat up in bed, his claws extended, covered in sweat, a growl trying to fight past his lips. He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the knot in his throat. He ran his hand through his hair, got up, and pulled his shirt over his head. He threw it in the corner and didn't bother to find another one. He threw open his door; he just had to check on Jenny. He knocked lightly on her door only to be rewarded with silence. Persistently, he opened it a crack, but no one was there. Logan's heart stopped and fear clutched at him, but he forced himself not to panic. Maybe she went to the kitchen for a saucer of milk, he thought, and couldn't help but chuckle at the image. He walked silently down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. He had to keep telling himself to stay calm, that it was all just a very bad dream; well, partly a very bad dream. He smiled slightly at the memory of her dream body underneath him. He sighed and pushed the door open.

A stunned Jenny turned and gasped at the sight of a shirtless Logan. Her jaw had dropped slightly and her eyes raked appreciatively over his body. His rumpled jeans hung low on his hips without the belt to hold them up and his chest was toned and muscular. Once she realized what she was doing she dropped her eyes, blushed, and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. This happened all in the span of a few seconds. Logan smirked and let out a little sigh of relief at her apparent safety. He walked over and took a seat next to her as she turned back to whatever was in front of her, which turned out to be milk. Go figure, Logan thought with a smile.

"Are you ok?" he asked, the dream coming back to him. Before he could change his mind, he started rubbing her back and she closed her eyes and leaned closer to him. He moved his hands to her waist and spun her on the stool so her back was too him. He then started to rub all the knots out of her tired back. She let out a soft moan and he cursed under his breath. Everything this girl did affected him in a way he had almost forgotten was possible.

"A course Ah am. Why wun't Ah beh?" she asked, her words slightly slurring as Logan continued to kneed her back. She moaned again and he had to stop before he took it any further.

"Well," he started as she turned back to him, "I just had a bad dream is all. I just needed to check on you. To make sure it was just a dream." She smiled and put her hand on his cheek. She leaned in slowly, asking for permission, and he leaned in too. She kissed him lightly and her whole body tingled. He pulled away and leaned his forehead on hers.

"No one's ever made me feel this way and I've only known you for a day," Logan breathed, truly amazed at the way he felt. "I promise you. I will never let anything bad happen to you. I promise." She smiled at him with such happiness in her eyes.

"Thank ya. No one but meh brothe 'as eva cared enough t' want ta pratect meh," she said, tears forming in her eyes. As a few broke free, he leaned in and kissed them off her cheek. "Although, Ah neva really knew anyone uder dan my Mama and Remy. De kids I used t' go ta school with think Ah'm dead." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed," Logan said, standing with her hand in his. She reached over and downed her glass of milk and licked the few stray drops from her lips. She untangled her hand from his momentarily to place the cup in the sink. He grabbed her hand again and led her back up the stairs to her room. She hesitated at the door, not wanting to leave him yet. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his hard, bare chest. She smiled and scratched his back with her human nails. She raked them around to the front and he shivered. She smiled a sly smile and kissed him before reluctantly heading for her door.

"Stay with me," Logab blurted out before realizing what he had just said. He was shocked at himself for even thinking it, let alone saying it aloud. He took in her body as she turned her head towards him as the rest of her body stayed facing her door. He now noticed what she was wearing; a pair of black short shorts and a form fitting low cut red tee shirt. He sucked in his breath and waited for a reply.

"Ya sure? Ah don't mind slippin in my own room…"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Logan replied, giving her a brilliant smile that melted any resistance she had had. A smile lit up her face and she disappeared into her room, returning with her key. She locked her door and took Logan's out stretched hand as he led her to his room. Once inside, she took in the space for future reference. He slipped into bed and patted the space next to him, inviting her to join him. She shyly walked over and he lifted to covers for her to slip in. She beamed at him and as gracefully as a cat, slid in next to him. His arm wrapped around her as she laid her head on his chest and she breathed a sigh of content. They both drifted away, smiles on their lips. They slept soundly and content throughout the rest of the night.