The rain was growing heavier. Logan sat on the grass with Hank's head rested on his lap. It happened too fast. He thought back to the fight, and wondered at what point had this all happened. He began to blame himself, blame Victor. Nothing seemed right.
"Logan?"
"What?" He felt anger building up inside him.
"Can we talk?"
"What about?"
"Today. I just-" he coughed softly "wanted to thank you." Logan pulled Hank closer.
"No, thank you. You helped me through feelings I couldn't explain before."
"I had fun." He forced a smile, but in the dim light Logan couldn't tell. It was almost 3 now, and the sun was far from up.
"Me too. We'll have to do this again sometime."
"If there is a next time." A tear formed in Logan's eye, but he brushed it away quickly.
"I swear, if you die..."
"I was kidding." Logan sighed softly, leaned over and kissed Hank on the lips.
"Don't kid like that." They remained silent for awhile, the rain becoming heavier still. Logan looked over to the lights of the bike.
"What about that man?"
"Oh Creed? I took care of him."
"You mean you..?"
"No. He's got a healing factor too. I just scared him off."
"Oh." They became silent again. Emotions were running wild in both their minds, but neither knew how to express them. They began to shiver from the cold.
"Gimme a second, I'm gunna grab the blanket." He laid Hank onto the grass, and rolled him on his side, then ventured to the blanket on the ground.

He knew it would be soaked, but he had to get away from Hank. He couldn't bear it. He stopped and looked back, then felt the tears again. He began to run. Too much at once. He began to cry harder, but he didn't really notice. All he could focus on was... well... nothing. His mind was a jumble of emotions. The rain began to hurt as it fell harder. He continued to run away, not knowing where he was headed, but knowing he needed to find help. His feet began to slip on the wet grass, and he found himself stumbling along, wailing at the top of his lungs. He tripped and landed face first on the ground. He stayed down for a minute or so, screaming into the ground, not knowing if it was worth getting up. The rain stung as it hit his bare back. The water around him slowly rose, until he had no choice but to sit up. He pulled at his hair, and the grass, anything he could get his hands on as he sobbed. Never had he been so upset. He shot his claws out and began to stab the ground angrily, screaming and swearing. The blanket sat about ten feet away from him, but he ignored it. All he could focus on was the fact that Hank could already be dead. But he hadn't thought of Hank really, because he had left him alone. Forcing himself to man up, he walked slowly to the blanket and picked it up. He looked at it for awhile, his eyes burning from the tears. Then he began to run back in the direction of the tree.

Hank laid on the grass, rain pounding on him heavily, almost hurting. He closed his eyes. The pain was awful, and the thought of dying scared him, although he could never admit it. He wrapped an arm around himself and began to sob. Logan had left to grab the blanket, but in the distance all he could hear was screaming. Maybe that Creed character was back to finish the job. He didn't know, but the cold was beginning to envelop him. The water level was rising quickly, but not enough to have to move yet. Logan had been gone longer than he had anticipated, and he was beginning to worry. He rolled himself onto his back, trying to ignore the pain. He yet out a blood curdling scream as he finally pushed himself up. The warm blood contrasted the freezing rain, making him feel feverish. "Logan?" he screamed into the night. No response. "LOGAN?" The rain was too loud to really hear anything. He sat thinking for awhile, when he decided that he would have to find Logan himself. He pushed himself up and grabbed the tree for support. He was standing fully in about a minute, but he felt so light headed he was sure he would faint. Not wanting to risk it, he stood against the tree for awhile before moving. The first step was small, and he felt dizzy from the blood loss and the cold, but he took another step. Then another. It hurt each time, but he had to. "LOGAN? WHERE ARE YOU?" he called into the endless night.

Logan ran as quickly as he could back to the tree. The lights of the bike off of the rain gave the tree a glistening look. He began to cramp up on his left side, so his run slowed to a jog. The rain ran into his open mouth as he panted heavily, and his feet continued to slip, but he never fell. To keep himself going, he whispered to himself "he promised he'd never die." In the distance he saw a blur near the tree, but he thought nothing of it.

Hank could see Logan walking back slowly. He began to try to run, but it became more of a limping hop across the field. "LOGAN!" he called.

Logan stopped walking. Did someone call his name? He squinted at the blur next to the tree, and noticed that it was moving slightly. He walked quicker towards it. Maybe Creed came back? His walk grew into a run. A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, illuminating the landscape for only a second. The blur shone blue. Hank. He began to run faster.

The lightning burned his eyes, but he was now sure it was Logan. He began to run faster, but his vision began to blot out. He felt light headed, and the sounds of the rain became silent, although he could still feel each rain drop.

Logan watched in horror as Hank collapsed.

"HANK!" he screamed. He dropped the blanket and ran. Another bolt of lightning made him jump slightly, and he slipped. Pushing himself up as fast as he could, he continued to run to Hank. He stopped as he reached him. He was breathing. Logan collapsed to his knees and pulled Hank close.
"Talk! Say something, Damnit!" Logan shook him hard, and slapped him across the face. Hank didn't move. "Hank, this isn't funny!" he cried. Another bolt of lightning shot across the sky, but this time it hit the tree. Sparks shot out in every direction as the piercing sound of fire and electricity cut through the darkness. Logan got to his feet and pulled Hank away from the ignited tree. The entire field lit up from the light of the burning tree. Logan slipped and fell on his knees, but he kept Hank up. Rolling to sit, he pulled Hank up to himself again. Hank was covered in small holes, each bleeding slightly. Logan pulled Hank close and hugged him.
"Say...anything." He began to cry. Hank's limp body was heavy, but he hugged him tightly either way. Hank was still breathing slightly, but Logan knew that it wouldn't be for too long. Logan found himself thinking back to that very morning, regretting every minute of it. If he had just gone to the training session everything would have been fine. But then again, he thought about their first kiss, and the restaurant, and the sex- no. The love they shared. He kissed Hank softly on the lips and whispered "I love you... So much." He felt Hank stir slightly, and then he heard a small response.
"I love you too." Logan closed his eyes and began to cry. Then everything went black.