So a little more happening in this chapter. It's also longer than the last. sorry you guys had to wait so long, I've been really busy. But here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or Wolverine etc...
On the third week, a guard that they hadn't seen before came to their cell. "I need to take you each for a medical examination, to see if you are physically capable of the procedure we have set up for you. I'll take her first." The new guard said, opening the door.
He had a rod in his hand, and Logan moved to stand in front of Brooke.
The guard stopped. "I have orders to only use this if you try to fight me. If she comes along peacefully I won't have to use it." he said, looking like he was going to pee his pants.
"You won't have to use it." Brooke said, gently moving Logan aside. "Right?" she asked looking at Logan.
"Right." he quietly confirmed.
"Right this way then, miss." the guard said.
She eyed him suspiciously, but went along.
She returned an hour later, unharmed and safe.
"Your turn." he said, nervously looking at Logan.
"Relax, bub. I'm not gonna try anything." Logan said, smirking slightly as they walked down the hall.
"Forgive me, if I don't believe you." the guard said.
Logan looked at him. "Let's get somethin' straight. That woman in there... I love her. And I'm not gonna do anything that could put her in danger... Got it?"
The guard just nodded, but looked a little less nervous, as they headed down the long hall.
"Sir?" one of the doctors poked their head in Stryker's office.
"Yes?" he said.
"I have the test results back from the female." The doctor said.
"And the results?" Stryker asked.
"Well, she is in great health. If this procedure works, I see no reason why it wouldn't work on her."
"Wonderful!" he said.
"There's just, one thing." the doctor said, looking worried. "She is with child."
"She's what?!" Stryker exlaimed.
"Pregnant, and I am worried it would effect the procedure."
Stryker stayed silent for a moment, in thought. "Get rid of it." he said.
The doctor looked at him. "Sir?"
"Just do it. I don't care who does it, or how they do it. Just get rid of it. I can't have something like this ruin my plans." Stryker said.
"Yes, sir. I'll get someone to take care of it."
"Hey kitty." Hanson sneered from the bars of the cell.
Logan wasn't back yet, and she was really starting to wish he was.
"What do you want?" she asked him.
Hanson and Parker hadn't bothered them in weeks, and she was worried why Hanson was now.
"I have orders, kitty." he said, opening the cell. He had a rod in one hand, and a long knife in the other. "I heard we have an unwanted guest in this cell."
"No, wait!" she said frantically, and backing up. "Don't do this."
"Why wouldn't I?" Hanson asked.
"Please." she begged, and her voice cracked.
"You gonna cry, little bitch? I thought you were a little stronger than that." Hanson taunted.
She went into fight mode. She kicked the knife from his hand, and it fell to the ground. She tried to knock the rod out of his other hand, but he swooped to the ground and hit her legs with the rod twice.
She fell, and knocked her head on the hard floor, and for a second she saw stars. Before she could regain her senses, Hanson crouched over her and stabbed the knife through the stomach, and twisted.
She gasped in pain, and her eyes welled up. She was determined not to cry in front of him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
He pulled the knife out and grinned. "Guess that'll take care of that problem." he said, leaving the cell.
Once he was gone, she slowly pulled her shirt up, and looked at the closing wound. She hissed in pain, and pulled the shirt completely off. She was shaking, trying to hold it together. Once it was completely healed, she washed the blood off of her and put Logan's other shirt on.
About fifteen minutes later, Logan and the other guard got back.
She was sitting on the mattress with her knees pulled to her chest. Logan walked into the cell, and stopped short, sniffing the air.
"What happened." he asked, frantically.
She closed her purple eyes for a second. "Hanson. He killed it." she said it so quietly he barely heard her.
He just looked at her trying to process what he had just heard.
"Oh my god." the guard said, in shock.
Logan snapped, and pushed him against the wall, knocking the rod he was holding out of his hand.
"You knew this was gonna happen." Logan growled in his face, his claws coming out slowly, becoming dangerously close to the mans throat.
"No! I swear I didn't!" he said frantically.
"Logan, let him go. It's not his fault. He hasn't done anything to hurt us. It was Hanson, not him." Brooke said weakly.
Logan's grip tightened momentarily, then he slowly let go of the man. Logan snatched the rod up off the ground. He examined it for a minute, then threw it back to the guard.
"Get out, before I throw you out." Logan growled.
The guard all but ran out of the cell. But before he walked away he turned and look at them. "I'm sorry... For everything." he said, then turned to walk away.
She let out a shaky breath, and tried again to stop her shaking. He walked to the bed, and sat in front of her on the mattress. Her eyes were on her hands, which were shaking violently. He reached out and grabbed both of her small hands, with one of his large ones, and the shaking slowed a bit. His other hand pushed her chin up so she would meet his eyes. His eyes were slightly yellow, and hers were purple.
"I couldn't stop him." her voice was quiet, and cracked. "I tried. But I couldn't. I knocked the knife out of his hand, but I wasn't quick enough, I-" it was all said in a rush, and he cut her off.
"No." he growled softly. "There was nothin' you could do. Do you understand me? This isn't your fault." he said, with his voice cracking and a tear finding it's way down his face.
She closed her eyes and he rested his forehead on hers.
"Brooke." he said, gently but firmly. That caught her attention. He almost never called her that.
Her eyes opened and she looked at him.
"Do you understand me?" he asked softer.
She nodded and a few tears fell. He once again kissed them away, and gathered her up in his arms.
"We're gonna get out of here, I promise." he said, rolling on top of her, and looking in her eyes. "We're gonna do this goddamn experiment, and then we're gonna get out... We'll be stronger. We can do it."
"I just want it to be over. I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired" she whispered, with her voice cracking.
"I know, baby. Me too."
It took them both a while to fall asleep that night. They both cried quietly, mourning the loss a child they never knew, and held each other. Both of them eventually drifted into sleep, dreaming of their escape.
Ok I know, I keep letting bad things happen to them. But I can't let them get out that quickly. They'll get out soon I promise.