Author's Note:
And here's the next chapter! I'm sorry I took so long to update, life's been crazy. So here it is!
Wolverine's eyes weren't black anymore. They were hazel. It seemed the natural color for a Wolverine. Like a dog.
Wolverine turned on Frost, and slammed her against the wall. "If you hurt her again," he roared, "I swear I will kill you!"
Frost was trembling. She couldn't control him anymore; Sam had made sure of that. Now she used her final defense. She turned into diamond.
Wolverine tossed her aside, and reached for the chains that bound Sam.
"Stop!" I called.
Wolverine glared at me. "Listen, bub. I don't know who you are, or why you're here. But if you want to get out of this place, you'll have to follow me. So, do you want me to get her out of the shackles or not?"
Well, there was only one answer to that. "Free her." I said, hoping I didn't sound like I was pleading.
Wolverine hooked a claw in a notch in one of the leg cuffs, and it unlocked with a click. He did the same with the other ones, then caught Sam as she fell. He retracted his claws, and picked her up gently. "Follow me. Keep your claws out, I can't use mine."
I nodded, and we left the room. All the way through the halls I kept wanting to punch myself. Here was this total stranger, Wolverine, who was carrying Sam in his arms. I should be doing that, not him!
Finally we reached the exit. We stepped out into the sunlight, and Wolverine asked, "Where's the Blackbird?"
I didn't bother to ask him how he knew about it. "Gone. The Professor ordered us to leave."
"And then Sam got captured." Wolverine finished.
"No, she got captured before the Professor told us to leave." I said. "Crazy, isn't it?"
Wolverine shook his head. "Then how do we get back to the School? You have telepathy or something?"
"I have wings." I said, "But I certainly couldn't carry you and Sam all the way back."
"Could you fly there on your own, and get Cyclops or someone to fly the Blackbird over here?" Wolverine suggested.
I nodded.
And so it was that an hour later I was sitting in the Blackbird with Wolverine and Sam. Sam still hadn't woken up, and although I was worried, I knew that what Frost had done to her would be a lot to handle. She might not wake up for days.
Forgetting that Wolverine was right next to me, I gently brushed a lock of hair out of Sam's eyes. I ran my fingers down her cheek, wishing that I could do this when she was awake.
"What do you think you're doing, bub?" Wolverine hissed. He growled at me. "Leave her alone."
"Oh yeah, me leave her alone." I was mad. I suddenly made a connection, and pulled back Sam's sleeve to reveal the three long scars. "Look what you did to her!"
Wolverine looked taken aback. "I didn't know." He whispered. "I never meant to hurt her. It was Frost." The tenderness in his voice was a harsh contrast with his fearsome look and personality. I suddenly realized that when Sam woke up, she might see Wolverine there, and hook up with him. I couldn't face that.
"You hurt her, Wolverine." I said angrily. "You were gone three whole years. And do you know what that was like for her? Three whole years of waiting. Three years of feeling the agony of your betrayal. And now that you're back, do you truly think she'll ever accept you again?" I knew that my words were false, I knew that Sam obviously cared about him, but I had to make Wolverine leave. "Sam will never accept you. It'll cause her so much pain to see you again."
If he wasn't worn out from being under Frost's control for three years, I probably would have had my face torn off. But instead, in the place of weakness that Wolverine was in, my words hit him hard.
The Blackbird landed.
"It would be better if I left." Wolverine said.
I almost cheered. I had succeeded. I lifted Sam up, and carried her in my arms to her room. Rogue was there, and she was worried about Sam. She asked what had happened, but I avoided the question. I didn't want to talk about Sam's torture.
Sam lay under the blankets, safe and warm. I sat beside her, reading a book. I wanted to be there when she woke up. Soon, though, I fell asleep, exhausted by the day's efforts.
Author's Note:
Can I just call this a A N:? I've typed Author's Note: so many times now. So it'll be AN: from now on.
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