LOGAN! YAY! Ok so Logan will have flashbacks in this story. Most of them will have been in "The Broken Ones" although they may be a little altered. Just in wording though. I didn't change anything in the storyline. But some of them will be ones you haven't read before. This chapter doesn't really have a song per se, but I did listen to Nothing Left To Say - Imagine Dragons on repeat while writing this, so I would listen to that when reading this chapter. I feel like soundtracks make reading things even better.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men wolverine ect...
When she got back to the mansion, Logan had already arrived. She parked her bike next to his and stared at it a moment, as if it would give her answers.
She got off her bike and headed inside. She stripped off her jacket and threw it on a chair in the front room. She flopped down in a chair, threw her head back against it, and let out a long sigh.
She sat there a minute then got up and made her way to the tv room. On the way there she passed the kitchen and heard voices. His voice. She stopped just before the kitchen door, rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, listening.
She wasn't even really taking in what was being said. Just listening to his voice.
He sounded the same as before. Except he sounded more rough. Guarded. But thinking about it, she supposed she did too.
"So Chuck, can you help me or what."
She chose this time to make herself known. "It'll take more than a few telepathic powers to help you." she said walking in.
He wheeled around and his claws shot out. He never got snuck up on, but she had accomplished it. He smelt fear spike from everyone in the room when his claws appeared. Everyone except her, he noticed.
She stood there stoically, with her arms crossed. They ended up both just staring at each other. His gaze softened as he looked her, but his brows came together in confusion as he smelled her.
***Flashback***
He slowly approached her. Both were growling softly. They circled each other for a moment before he stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were cold, and guarded, yet... curious.
"Who are you?" he growled, moving closer to her in hopes of cornering her against the wall.
She stood her ground with confidence "I could ask you the same thing."
***End Flashback***
He blinked in confusion. "I know you." It was a question that sounded like statement.
She didn't drop his gaze, but clenched her fists to keep them from shaking. "Do you?"
He slowly retracted his claws, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Listen... I'm gonna let you guys talk... I think I'm just gonna go to bed early." she said scooting past him.
Tony went to grab her arm as she passed.
"I'm fine... I just want to take a shower and sleep. It's a lot to take in." she said quietly.
He nodded and told her goodnight.
When she was gone, Logan turned to Tony. "I know her... Don't I?"
"Listen man... She's gotta tell you on her own time."
Professor X looked at Logan. "It's been a long day for all of us. Why don't we all go to bed, and get a fresh start in the morning."
Tony stood up. "I think that's a great idea. I'm goin' to bed. Come on Logan, I'll show you your room."
"Yeah... Okay."
Logan had tossed and turned for a few hours before finally giving up on sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He knew her smell. He knew her, he just couldn't place from where. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
He got up and started wandering the mansion. He didn't really know where he was going. He was just walking.
He caught her smell down one of the hallways. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself following her smell. He followed it all the way to a stair case, and climbed up. At the top, there was nothing but an empty room and an open window.
Her smell was stronger up here, so he went to look out the window. There she was, wrapped up in a blanket looking out into the sky.
He grinned slightly at the sight, though he wasn't sure why. He raised the window a bit more, and climbed onto the roof.
It was at a slight angle and very big. At the end, the roof went flat, then came up. It looked almost like a balcony.
She didn't even acknowledge him when he sat down right next to her.
He followed her example, and looked out at the sky. After a few minutes he let out a long sigh, and saw his breath. He was starting to get cold, all he had on was a pair of sweatpants. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. Mostly because he didn't plan on being outside at this time of night. "It's little cold out here isn't it?"
***Flashback***
"It... It's cold." she said in a small voice.
"I know, baby. C'mere." He helped her lift up her arms and then gently pulled the raggedy shirt off. He then unbuttoned the long sleeved shirt he wore, and put it on her. He picked her up, carried her over to the mattress and slid in beside her.
***End Flashback***
Her voice snapped him back to the present moment. "Not to bad, I suppose."
She was still looking at the sky. He waited to see if she was going to say anything else, but it was becoming obvious he was going to have to be the one to talk. Not something he did, or was even remotely good at. "You don't seem to surprised I'm up here."
For a second he thought he saw the edges of her mouth curling up into a smile. "I figured you'd find me eventually." she said finally looking over at him.
He almost lost his breath. There was a slight breeze that made her long hair flow, and the moon was hitting her tan skin just right. She was giving him a small smile, and her dark brown eyes were sparkling. She was beautiful.
Her smile, small as it was made him smile too. Now it was his turn to shrug. "I smelled you, and it was... familiar. "
Her smile faded and she studied him but didn't say anything.
He kept her gaze and asked another question, "You're not scared of me." he observed.
"Never have been." she responded without hesitation.
"Why?"
"You gonna hurt me?" she asked calmly.
He shook his head slowly.
Her small smile returned, and she looked back to the sky. "That's why."
He had a hard time turning away from her and looking back out to the sky but he did.
He almost jumped when she spoke. "I come out here when I can't sleep..." He turned and looked at her. "Which I guess is a lot."
She got quiet again and he looked back to the sky, thinking silently.
She unwrapped herself from her blanket, turned towards him and sat with her knees under her. He glanced at her curiously then back to the sky again.
"You haven't asked me how I know you... Who you are." she said.
He shrugged. "Figured you'd tell me..." He looked over at her. "When you were ready."
Her eyes started to tear up a little. "You really don't remember."
He saw a chain peaking out from her loose tank top. "I'm startin' to."
He reached over slowly, and she watched his every move. He grabbed the chain at the back of her neck and pulled it up revealing her dog tags. He gently picked them up and studied them. "Dark Angel." he whispered.
***Flashback***
"You're an angel, you know that?" he asked, opening his eyes.
"I'm not."
"You are. You're my angel." he said, kissing her one more time.
"Then I'm a dark one." she responded.
"I like the dark... It's comforting. At least when you're in it."
***End Flashback***
He glanced down at his tags then back at hers. "What happened to us?"
She let out a humorless laugh. "Now that's a loaded question."
He caught her shiver and reached behind her. His face came incredibly close to her breasts, and he grabbed the blanket. He draped it around her, his face ending up inches from hers.
She searched his face. "You don't know what you're doing to me." she whispered.
"I've got an idea."
She took in a long shaky breath and cupped his face. "Logan, I thought you were dead." her voice cracked.
His eye's got a little wide. "You know my name."
"I know a lot of things, big guy."
***Flashback***
"S' cold," he whispered.
He was shaking, still shirtless and since he had refused a blanket, the only thing he had covering him was a pair of sweatpants.
"Come on, big guy. Get over here."
He didn't make a move to get up.
"Please..." she breathed out.
"I don't know if I can... if I can control-"
"Please... I'm scared."
***End Flashback***
This time his eyes teared up. He felt an overwhelming need to have her in his arms but wasn't sure if that was okay. "Can I... Can I maybe get under that blanket with you?"
He face was still inches from hers. She dropped her head against his chest and giggled a little bit. When she pulled back she layed down, pulled the blanket back, and looked at him expectantly. He grinned and layed down next to her, pulling the blanket over them. He slipped his arm behind her and she moved to put her head on his chest.
He felt her grin against his chest. "Nice shirt."
He heard the humor in her voice and it made him smile.
"Glad you like it."
He leaned down and kissed her hair. "Goodnight, darlin."
The action felt strangely familiar, and comforting. He remembered her. He knew he did, and things were starting to come back. At least concerning her.
He felt her intake of breath, and her tears on his chest. He brushed his fingers through her hair slowly.
Eventually he felt her breathing even out and knew she was asleep. He kissed her hair one more time, then fell asleep easier than he could ever remember.
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