Ok so this chapter has a song to go with it. More because of the feel than the lyrics, but I listened to it on repeat while I was writing this chapter so... Anyway, moving on the song is called Nightwatchmen by Bell X1. link to the song watch?v=mZjK7y6fMKw. I promise this story will get better.

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When he could no longer hear them, he turned to look at the woman he'd been smelling for hours now. He knew the moment they brought her in, that she was also a feral, and for some reason he was drawn to her scent. He had paced, and growled, and raised hell for almost 5 hours before they finally got the hint and threw her in there with him.

She was tan, with long dark brown hair. She was about 5'8 and looked to be around her mid thirties, and she was stunning.

He slowly approached her. Both were growling softly. They circled each other for a moment before he stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were cold, and guarded, yet... curious.

"Who are you?" he growled, moving closer to her in hopes of cornering her against the wall.

She stood her ground with confidence "I could ask you the same thing."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "I'm The Wolverine darlin'." Shit! Darlin'? He sure as hell hadn't meant to say that.

"Sun fire," she said.

He snorted, "That your real name?" he asked sarcastically.

"Cause I assume The Wolverine's yours, right?" she shot back just as sarcastically as him.

He was quite for a whole minute and he just looked at her not answering. She looked right back at him, and the tension between them was almost unbearable. But in a good way.

Finally he broke the silence "Why are you here? How did they get you?"

She was silent for a moment and he thought she might not respond. When she did he almost flinched... almost. "They... they said they had my friend. Said if I didn't cooperate they'd kill her... They showed me proof they had her. It was a video tape of her strapped to a table with a knife inches above her throat." She grew quite and he thought she was done, when she spoke again.

"So I went with them. I heard them talking though, and turns out they killed her an hour after that video. Tortured her to death. So I tried to escape, but they shot me with enough tranquilizer to take down a fuckin elephant." 'An elephant?' He thought. 'She must be a healer too' "Then I woke up and they... they strapped me down and showed me the video of them slowly killing her. Then they shot me again, and when I woke up... I was here."

This time when she looked him, he saw sadness and pain. But no tears.

When she looked at him, he suddenly felt an overwhelming need to hold her, but wasn't sure if he should. She slid down to the floor, scooting backwards until she could lean back against the wall of the cell.

He looked at her and slowly made his way to scoot down beside her, his eyes dancing around the cell. "I'm sorry," he said. "I... I don't..."

She could tell he was struggling and decided to help him out "S' okay," she whispered.

He looked at her then. His eyes were not as hard as before, or as yellow. Now they looked more brown. And he looked genuinely upset by what she had said, and it made her want to hug him.

"What about you?" she asked.

He took a deep breath and said "All I remember, is that I was on my motorcycle and all of a sudden I was flying through the air. I know I got shot. I don't what it was, but it musta been damn strong cause I didn't wake up until I got here."

"How long have you been here?" she asked quietly.

He closed his eyes, and it looked like he was thinking. "I don't know. Two, maybe three months... Time kinda runs together in here. No way to really tell."

She nodded and they both fell into a comfortable silence. She shivered slightly, she was still cold. "Ya cold darlin'?" Damn, there was that darlin' again. He moved to put an arm around her even as she forced out an "I'm fine."

After a few minutes he looked at her, a ghost of a smile on his lips "Better?"

"Much... Thank you." She said smiling a little back at him, which in turn made him smile a little bigger. He hadn't smiled for a long time, even before he got forced into this hellhole.

"Any time, kid." That made her giggle a little. She couldn't remember anyone ever calling her that. Not to mention she looked around the same age as him. She couldn't remember the last time she giggled either. He looked at her confused, but still smiling.

"What is this place anyway?" she asked.

"It's a lab. They capture mutants, do experiments on us, put us back the cells and then do it again... A lot of em' die. Most of em' actually." He said the last part more softly, his smile now gone.

"So... so that's why we're here?" she asked shocked. "To be used as fucking lab rats?!"

"It's all we're good for," he whispered sadly. "At least in here..."

She shook again. This time from anger, not cold (as she was still using Wolverine as her personal heater).

"Hey, it's ok darlin'... I'm right here. I ain't lettin' go. Alright?" she wasn't sure why, but for some reason that made her feel better. "It'll be lights out soon. We should probably try and get some sleep." No sooner did he get the words out of his mouth when they heard the guards coming to do the last check and kill the lights.

"Well, well. Looks like ol' Wolverine hasn't killed ya yet, has he kitty?" Hanson said snarkily.

Wolverine growled warningly at him. "In fact you animals look rather... comfy. To bad tomorrow we'll take her for tests, and there won't be damn thing you can do about it, except watch us take her to poke, and prod, and cut open."

Wolverine growled louder but she grabbed his arm to encourage him to stay beside her. He stayed down next to her, but was still growling as the guards walked away and killed the lights.

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