AN:
Logan is still unconscious, but he's dreaming and remembering...
Logan's POV:
*Flashback*
I spun around, and sliced the mutant about to attack me.
"Logan!" I heard her voice, and spun around immediately. Sam was pinned to the wall by Sabretooth.
I lunged forward, and pulled him away. My claws were covered in mutant blood, and now they had even more on them.
"You okay?" I asked Sam, giving her a hand.
She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear in the way that I had always loved. "I'm fine. Look out!"
I spun around, and slammed Toad into the wall.
X-men, retreat! Xavier's cry echoed through my mind.
I grabbed Sam's hand, and we raced back to the Blackbird. Sam went inside, but I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hello, Logan." A voice said.
I spun around, my claws out. A woman made out of diamonds was standing in front of me. I remembered Cyclops telling me about her. She was Emma Frost, a dangerous mutant.
"Logan?" Sam called, coming out of the Blackbird. She froze when she saw Frost. "Emma Frost." She hissed.
"Go ahead and leave." Frost said coolly, "I won't stop you."
Logan, come on. Sam said in my mind. Let's get out of here.
I climbed into the Blackbird with Sam, and as the hatch closed, Frost sent a final message to me telepathically.
I don't need you yet, Wolverine. But your time is coming.
*End Flashback*
AN:
And that was the first time that Wolverine met Frost.