Combusting Hearts
Chapter 10
I woke up to the sound of quiet whispers and the feeling of someone poking me. I could still feel Logan beneath me as I laid there, turning over to try and rid myself of the whispers. They wouldn't go away though, and I only felt myself being poked further. Then, before I knew it, I felt something sharp poking my foot. This sent me off of the couch and onto the floor, banging my head against the coffee table painfully. The only thing that I heard was hysterical laughing echoing around my pounding head. That, and the sound of Logan's growling.
"I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get out of here," he growled, the sound of his claws coming out met my ears. Within moments, the whispers and laughter disappeared, leaving a silent room behind. "You alright kid?" he asked, kneeling down in front of me. He placed a hand on top of my head, staring at me.
I just groaned at the pressure, making him ease up a bit. My head was killing me and extremely sore now.
"My head hurts…" I groaned, sitting up a bit with Logan's help.
He had me lean my head down toward him so that he could take a look at it, placing the slightest bit of pressure on it. I winced, biting my lower lip. He pulled away after that, not wanting to put me in any more pain. He sat there for a minute or two, thinking about something, before he opened his mouth.
"Why don't you go get dressed, and then we'll get out of here for a few hours?" he suggested, helping me up off of the floor.
I groaned a bit once I was finally up on my feet. The feeling of dizziness met me as I tried to stand still, falling against Logan for a moment as I lost my balance.
"Easy there kid," he chuckled, grasping my shoulders in his large hands to keep me steady.
I gave him a small smile before standing on my own, slowly walking out of the room, and upstairs to get dressed.
I still couldn't believe how well I had slept as I slipped a tight, black shirt over my head. Although, it wasn't really a shirt, but instead it was under-armor. They're still as good as shirts though, and they keep me warm too. After a few moments, I heard a knock on my door, startling me for a moment.
"Come in," I called, looking under my bed for my jacket.
I found it in the far corner against the wall. I'm guessing it ended up slipping down the side of the bed and ended up there. So, laying down on the floor, I scooted under it, trying to grab at it. My fingers barely brushed it, before I felt a hand on my lower leg. It scared the crap out of me, resulting in my hitting my head against the wood boards of the bed.
"Dang it," I muttered, nearly screaming as I was yanked out from under the bed by my ankle.
I let out a groan when I saw who it was.
"Damn it, Remy, don't scare me like that," I breathed, holding my head.
I had an even worse headache now than I did before. He just sat on my bed with a cunning smile on his face.
"What ya doin' cheri?" he asked as he looked down at me.
I was now laying on my back, looking under my bed at my jacket.
"Well, I was trying to get my jacket before you came in here," I told him, making to go back underneath of my bed, but he caught my foot with his staff.
I groaned as I stared up at him from my spot on the floor.
"Okay, I give. What do you want Remy?" I asked, glancing at my jacket every few seconds or so.
"Finally. Gambit was wonderin' if you'd come an' join me for breakfast?" he proposed, smiling at me as he leaned down a bit, his arms resting on top of his knees.
"Sorry, Remy, not today," I said, quickly sliding under my bed and going after my jacket.
I was just about ready to grab a hold of my jacket, before he pulled me right back out, yet again. I sighed heavily as I looked up at him.
"How come cheri?" he asked curiously.
"Because Remy," I started, quickly shooting underneath my bed, "I'm going somewhere with Logan this morning," I explained, grabbing hold of the sleeve of my jacket.
"Logan? What you doin' with ol' Logan?"
"I…don't…know," I said in between turning, trying to get back out. "Okay, can you help me get back out?" I asked.
He didn't say a word as he got up, starting to walk away. I groaned as I caught sight of this, quickly throwing out my foot, hooking it around his ankle. I gave a sharp tug, causing him to trip and fall on the floor.
"I asked for you to help me out of here Remy, not walk away," I glared in annoyance, staring as he grinned nervously at me. "Remy…" I warned, sending him a look from beneath the bed.
"Sorry cheri," he said, before quickly scurrying out of the room.
"Remy, get your butt back in here!" I shouted.
He never came back though, leaving me stuck under the bed. So, I did the only other thing that I could think of.
"Logan!" I screamed, hoping that he would hear me.
A minute later, I heard the sound of footsteps coming into my room. I could faintly see boots standing there, before coming closer to the bed.
"What's going on kid?" Logan asked, kneeling down beside the bed, and lifting the sheet up.
He looked under the bed at me, giving me a questionable look.
"I'm kind of stuck. Mind helping me out?" I asked, giving him a pleading look.
He just laughed, before reaching his arm under the bed, and holding his hand out for me to take. I grabbed a hold of it, letting him pull me out in one swift movement, my jacket clutched in my other hand.
"Now, mind telling me why you were shouting for Gumbo?" he raised a brow at me.
My eyes widened a bit as I shot up off of the floor, running out of my room and down the hall.
"Gambit!" I shouted angrily, running down the stairs.
Logan just shook his head, before walking out of my room, and closing the door behind him. He then went a couple rooms over, pushing the door in. He rose an eyebrow at the man standing in the corner.
"Hey Gumbo, either you get out here, or I'll drag your ass out," Logan threatened, pointing to the door.
"Come on Wolverine, give Gambit a break?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.
Seconds later, he was sent flying out of his room, and into the hallway with a thud.
"Damn Logan, ya didn' have ta throw me so hard," Gambit complained, standing up and rubbing his back.
Logan just smirked at him, looking behind Gambit, and down the hall as I came back around the corner.
"Gambit!" I yelled, running forward until I was standing right in front of him.
I glared at him as he stood there, looking down at me nervously. I just reached up and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him down closer to my level until we were face to face.
"Next time, when I ask you to help me out, do it instead of running away," I scolded him, before pushing him away, causing him to land on his butt.
Logan laughed as he watched this, coming up behind me, and resting his arm on my shoulder.
"And I thought that you were a ladies man?" he chuckled.
I sighed in annoyance.
"Logan, can we please just get going?" I asked, looking up at him. "I'm dressed now and I have my jacket, so can we please go now?" I whined, wanting to get away from here.
Logan just chuckled as he led me down the hallway and downstairs.
Once again, I found myself in the garage, heading towards a certain motorcycle.
"Okay, Logan, just promise me no crashing this time?" I begged, looking at the dreaded machine.
"As long as you promise to hold on tight, I think we'll be good," he said, throwing his leg over it and handing me a helmet.
I strapped the thing on, quickly shrugging on my jacket, before getting on behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he started it up, lifting my feet off the ground as I buried my face into the back of his jacket.
"Ready kid?"
I nodded my head as I held onto him, nearly yelping when he sped out of the garage at high speed. I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to look around at anything. I could barely hear him laughing over the roar of the engine.
"Where are we going?" I yelled over the engine.
"Waffle House," he said.
I nearly laughed when he said this. Seeming to hear this though, he sped up a bit, causing me to tighten my grip on his waist. I could feel him laughing, the vibrations coming off of his body as I pressed close against his back. To be honest, it felt kind of nice. It was calming and put me at ease as it normally did.
As we sat there together, I relaxed a bit more, loosening my grip a bit. I let my finger splay out across his stomach, feeling the smoothness of the leather that was his jacket, though it was slightly rough from age.
"Hey Logan?!"
"Yeah?"
"Where did you get this jacket?" I asked over the engine of the motorcycle.
I could feel him shift a bit before he decided to answer me.
"I don't remember," he told me.
I caught the faint sadness in his voice as he told me this. So, deciding to give him a break, I didn't push on the matter and just shut up for the remainder of the ride.
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I was happy as we came to pull up into Waffle House's parking lot. I only let go when he turned off the engine, unwrapping my arms from his torso, and climbing off the motorcycle.
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, biting back a smile.
I just gave him a playful glare and shoved him, running inside Waffle House. He just followed me inside, throwing his arm around my shoulders, and pulling me close to him.
"Don't think that you're going to get off that easy kid. I won't make a scene in here, but once we're done, your ass is mine," he whispered in my ear.
I just groaned, letting him pull me over to a booth. I sat down across from him, yawning as I stretched my arms a bit.
"Hey, wake up," he said, shooting the paper wrapping of a straw at my face.
I laughed, swatting at his hand. We watched as a waitress came up to us, smiling, and standing a bit closer to Logan than she should have.
"Hello, my name's Cindy, how may I help you handsome?" she asked all too sweetly to Logan.
I watched as he shifted a bit, before giving her his order.
"I'll have 3 eggs over easy, sausage AND bacon, a hash brown, toast, and 2 waffles," he said.
"And to drink sir?"
"Coffee, black," he answered.
Right after that, she went to walk away without even asking me what I wanted.
"Excuse me," I coughed loudly, getting her attention.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she said, not meaning a word of it.
"I'd like water to drink. For food, I'd like 2 eggs over easy like my father, bacon, and raisin cinnamon swirl toast. I'll just steal some of his waffle," I said, pointing to Logan. "Is that okay, Dad?" I asked, smiling at him.
He just grinned at me.
"Of course honey," he said, patting my hand gently.
I had to try my hardest not to laugh as we sat there. Only when she left did we laugh quietly.
"Hey, honey, why don't you come over here and sit by Daddy for a while?" he suggested.
"Okay, Dad," I said, grinning as I got up from my seat across from him and sat down on the other side next to him.
As I sat there, he placed his arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I looked up at him curiously, but he just smiled. I opened my mouth to ask something, but I stopped as the girl came back with our drinks. I'll just ask him later.
I thought about things for a moment, grinning as a thought came to mind. I tore the end of the wrapper on my straw, discretely aiming it at Logan, before letting it fly into his face.
"Pay back," I laughed, quickly being met with his knuckles rubbing harshly against my skull.
I laughed as I tried to pull away, but to no avail. He was just too strong.
"Have you had enough yet kid?" he chuckled.
"Y-yes!" I said, trying to pull away.
I nearly fell out of the booth when he finally let go of me. There was a smile on his face as he ruffled my hair, making it go in every which way direction. I tried to straighten my hair as the waitress came back over with our food, setting it down in front of us. I watched as she slid Logan's gently in front of him, and dropping mine in front of me. I wanted to say something, but Logan stopped me by ruffling my hair.
"Just eat kid," he said, stuffing a piece of waffle in his mouth.
After that, I turned to my food, my eyes glancing over it all. The bacon was a bit soft, just how I liked it. I liked it even better when it was in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste as I chewed. I loved bacon. Next, I moved onto the toast, spreading apple butter over it. It smelled so good as I brought it up near my nose, inhaling the wonderful scent, before placing it in my mouth. The piece was devoured in only a few bites.
"Enjoying yourself kid?" Logan asked.
I nodded my head, before taking my fork and snagging a nice sized piece of his waffle, stuffing it in my mouth happily. He laughed as I turned my head to look at him, my mouth closed and full of food. I just smiled the best I could, making myself look like a goof ball.
Ok, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I know that some of you have also been wondering about Elaine's time with Kurt. Don't worry, she'll be spending some more time with him soon, just like she did with Logan, and Remy. Soon, you'll get to see an even closer look at our character as she spends a bit of alone time with Kurt. Please, remember to REVIEW and send me messages if you want. I love hearing feedback on my story. Thanks everyone. :)