Ok so I love this chapter, but you guys tell me if it sucks or not. haha The song for this chapter is From Roses by Fences. I freakin love this song. Just go on youtube and type it in. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Wolverine/X-men or anything of that nature.

He wasn't really sure if she knew what she was asking of him. But she was damn persistent. And it wasn't helping that he was still on top of her, getting harder by the second.

He slowly rolled off of her, but rolled her over with him. She ended up half on top of him. Their eyes locked and he whispered.

"It was just a nightmare. That's all."

"A nightmare? Or a memory?"

They were both whispering. They weren't sure why, it just seemed like the thing to do. As if speaking at a normal volume would disturb the night air, which was normally filled with screams, and crying in this place anyway.

"Both." he said, his voice cracking.

"What was it about?"

He let out a long sigh, "My brother." He hoped she wouldn't ask for more than that. But the look in her eyes told him she would, so he continued.

"We were in the war together. That's what it was about."

"Which war was it?" She asked.

He let out a humorless chuckle at that. "About three of em'." He expected her to look confused or frightened but saw neither in her eyes. Instead she looked... sad. Understanding.

"You heal too, don't you? You can't age either?" He asked her, hoping that she didn't bare the same problem as he did, but also hoping he wasn't the only one.

She gave him a small, sad smile, and just nodded.

He didn't know what to say so he just kept talking about his past. "He was my half brother. His name was Victor. Didn't even know it 'til I was about 12. His father came to my house drunk, and shot who I thought was my father... Turns out he wasn't."

"Victor's father was yours." She observed.

"Yeah... But as I was leaning over who I had thought of as my father until then... My claws decided to make their first appearance. I yelled and charged at Victors father. Stabbed him through the stomach..." he looked away from her eyes and closed his.

"That was when he told me, he was my father. I retracted my claws and he fell to the floor dead." He opened his eyes and she thought she was going to cry. She saw so much emotion in his eyes in that moment. Anger, pain, sadness, confusion. He looked... lost.

"I didn't know what to do, so I ran... Victor chased me down, told me that we were a team. That we had to stick together. And that's what we did. At least for a while... We joined the army, we were the perfect soldiers given the fact that we couldn't die. Couldn't age... It was hell. Watching people die, all around me. Victor was... was like a machine, killing anything and everything. He got us in some deep fuckin' shit."

They both heard an agonizing cry from a few cells down. Then they heard someone begging for it to stop. And then a mental sounding laugh from another... Then silence.

"That happen all the time?" she asked. He just nodded sadly.

"Anyway, he went crazy. He got us executed. Not that it did any good. Then a man named Stryker asked us to help him. Said he had a special team for people like us. So we went with him. But the work he had us do... It wasn't right. I couldn't take it. So I dropped out. Went about trying to live a normal life. Not easy when you have to watch everyone around you age and die, while you stay the same... Then next thing I know, I'm in this hellhole."

"What about your mother? She didn't try to find you?"

"I don't know... She sure as hell didn't try to stop me from leavin'. Got one look at the claws and... that was it." His voice cracked again.

"I wish there was something I could do." she whispered.

"Can you... Can you just not let me go." He pleaded.

Then she kissed him slow, soft, and sweet. He had never had one like it before.

"Never." She said.

And it was the last thing it took to break him. When she pulled back, he tried and failed to hold back a sob. She repositioned them so she was on the bottom and his head was on her chest, his arms wrapped around her. And he cried, for the first time since he was a child. He had never talked about any of it before, and it beat the shit out of him as to why he was sharing with someone he just met. But he was glad she was there.

She ran her hands through his hair as his body rocked with sobs, and she struggled not to cry herself. She remembered that when her little sister would cry, she would sing to her and it would help. And although he was definitely not a child, she started singing softly as she held him.

"Just close your eyes,
The sun is goin' down,
You'll be alright,
Come mornin' light,
You and I'll be safe and sound.

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said,
I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said,
Don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes,
The sun is goin' down,
You'll be alright,
Come mornin' light,
You and I'll be safe and sound,
Sound..."

He had stopped crying, and though his body was still shaking with tremors, he seemed to be asleep. She kissed the top of his head which was still resting on her chest, and kept running her hand through his hair. He finally stopped shaking, and she let herself drift to sleep. No, she definitely was not letting this man go.

So I'm not a big Taylor Swift fan, BUT the words just seemed to fit this part. Just picture it being sung better than her and quieter sense she's singing him to sleep. Reviews are wonderful!