Camron slept for two weeks. Her slumber was from far more than her wounds. She had been more tired than she had let on. Xavior went into her mind to find that she hadn't slept in days. She was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. She needed the rest.
Logan hardly left her. She had saved him from himself, she had shown him love when he had thought it gone from the world, She had nearly killed herself to stop him…His life was hers.
Everyday, before he came to her side, he went out and picked a flower for her. When he entered her room on the thirteenth morning, he felt a pain in his chest when he saw her, unconscious on the cot in the infirmary, he couldn't help but feel responsible. She was there partially on his fault. He placed the rose he had picked on the twelve others and sat. It wasn't long before he slept, her hand in his.
"I was told to tell you to protect your family." Logan heard his own voice sound,
From the dark, Camron stepped out to him. "I know what it means, now." She told him.
"Do you?" He looked down at her.
"I can not tell you." She didn't look at him. "In my dreams I was told what it meant. I can not tell you everything." She looked up and took his hand. "We can only wait." Her eyes closed and she laid down level with his bowed head, they still held hands.
Without a transition, Logan was awake. Bewildered and hungry, he left in search of food.
Camron stood in the dark. 'Dreams.' She rolled her eyes. Camron looked into a mirror that did not reflect her. It reflected an older Camron. Her forty-year-old pregnant self stood, blood tears running down her face. "He came too close." She sobbed.
"What are you talking about?!?" Thirty-year- old Camron shouted.
"Logan! He came too close. Death is NOT an option." The elder said. "You mustn't let him get that close again."
"Why?" The younger was confused.
"Did he not give you the message I sent? You are to protect your family. He doesn't and can't know from us that he is family. He must learn in time."
"What?"
"From the moment you cut yourself on his claws, he became part of your family." The elder told the younger. "You must protect him. In a little less than three years, he will need you again. You must not let them kill him. You must keep him safe. He must live." The elder started to fade.
"Wait! Who will try to kill him?"
"Can't be told." The elder was gone. The mirror disappeared as well.
'Dreams' Camron rolled her eyes
The fourteenth rose was placed by the rest. Xavior and Logan had started to call Camron their Resting Rose.
Logan looked over her face. A few lines were there that he was surprised to see. He hadn't seen them since the elder Camron left them. He felt strangely happy to see them again. He smiled at the thought. 'You'd think you were in love.' But he knew otherwise. He had lost Jean. He could love no other.
Brown eyes met his, smile for smile. "I'm back." Her voice cracked from lack of use. "Good to see you stayed." A tear escaped her eye. He hugged her tight. "I thought I lost you."
"I'm glad you didn't." He answered. Neither on could speak further, they just cried.
Xavior entered his daughter's infirmary room to find her curled up with Logan, asleep on her cot. If he had been in her life from her birth, he would have been angered, or at least worried. Instead, he smiled. He knew what was to come. 'Hopefully she can save him a second time.' He thought to himself before exiting.
Wow! What happened? My pen just started writing in 'sleep and mourning' and just wouldn't stop. throws pen across room where is my back up pen? The one that's not possessed!
R&R