Ok, pretty uneventful chapter. I promise more will happen in the next one. I wasn't going to write this chapter, but there was something I wanted to fit in and I couldn't figure out how to do it without this chapter. So enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolverine, or X-men. And I never will.
The next morning, they ate and cleaned up the best they could, with the bucket and wash cloths they were given.
"Hey, Logan?" she said.
"Yeah, baby?"
"What can you do?" she asked.
He looked at her, his eyebrow cocked in question. "I mean do you have any talents? Like, can you cook or... I don't know, juggle?" she teased.
He smiled at her. "Well I sure as hell can't juggle!" he said. "But, I can play guitar. And the piano a little bit."
"Can you sing?" she asked.
His face softened, as he looked at her. "Not nearly as well as you can." he said, winking at her.
"I can draw, too... a little." he said, sheepishly.
"What about you? I know you can sing. What else can you do?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I can dance... And I like to ride."
"Like, horses?"
She grinned at him, "No, like elephants." she said, sarcastically.
"Ha. Ha. You're funny." he said, just as sarcastically, but still smiling. But it disappeared soon, cause Stryker walked up to their cell.
"Have you made a decision?" he asked.
"What if I do this. Just me, not her. Will you leave her alone? You can do what ever you want with m-" Logan started, but Brooke cut her off.
"No! What the fuck are you talking about?! If one of us does it, both of us do." she said.
"I've been doing this for months. I know what I'm doing." he said.
"You will both do it... or neither of you will have the protection offered." Stryker, cut in.
"...We'll do it. But you swear Hanson and Parker won't lay a hand on her."
"They will not lay a hand on either of you." Stryker said. "However I will have to have somebody to transport the two of you, one place to another. But as long as you cooperate things should go quite smoothly."
"We will." Logan said.
"Very good." Stryker grinned. "We still have to get a few things ready, so we will start in about 3 or 4 weeks. I will see you then."
The first two weeks passed rather quickly. They talked about their past, what they wanted in the future. They laughed and they cried.
They were both lying awake one night. They had just made love, and she was flush against him. He was lazily running his fingers across her arm.
"Brooke?" Logan whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think they could kill us? ...I mean, I've... It doesn't work." he said, still whispering.
"I know. But there has to be some way right? No one can live forever." she said.
"...How many times... have you tried?" he asked hesitantly.
She sighed, and shrugged sadly. "Five, I think... You?"
He shook his head, and closed his eyes. "Lost count." he said quietly, but stoically.
She kissed his chest, then layed her head back down.
"Logan?" she whispered.
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"...I think I'm pregnant." he barely heard her, she whispered so quietly.
He just kissed the top of her head. He already knew. He could smell it. "I know, baby. I know."
He could feel her tears on his chest, and he held her tighter.
"I'm scared, Logan." she said, weakly. "With my healing factor, my body could reject the baby. There's only a 10% chance I could have a child and... and the time I get pregnant, it's in here... I can't do this, Logan." she cried.
"You can. You gotta hang in there, baby. Just a little bit longer, ok? You can't give up on me now." he said softly, but firmly.
"Hey." he said lifting her chin, so she would look at him. "I love you."
"I love you, too." she whispered.
She layed back down on his chest, and silently cried herself to sleep. He held her, like he did every night, and quietly sang to her like she did to him, all those nights ago.
When he was sure she was asleep, he kissed the top of her head one more time and let himself fall into sleep.
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