As she leant closer, more of her weight shifted onto him as she pressed her lips on his cheek. Logan turned his head, and her warm lips meet his own. She deepened the kiss.
When he kept still, Logan was rewarded and she resumed her act.
He groaned when he heard the buzzing of the phone alarm, reaching over to shut it off. Logan lowly sat up, staring at the beige walls of the latest motel. Running a hand along his face, Logan sighed.
"Well, this ain't going away anytime soon."
Logan headed towards the shower and soon felt warm water cascading down his back. He basked in the afterglow, breathing in the hot steam from the shower.
Checking out of the motel, Logan took note of the sky before heading into a local diner. It was the early morning, but the sky outside could easily be mistaken for night. There wasn't much of a choice when there was supposed to be heavy snow in the early evening; he needed all the hours he could get. The door chimed as Logan took a glance around before finding a booth to sit at.
A waitress came over his table to pour coffee into his mug, "Know any folks where you're going?"
"Woman I met before," he replied gruffly.
"Old flame?" she asked as she wrote down his order.
"Not sure about that yet."
The colors of what she wore changed constantly in his memories, but the one thing that stayed the same was the white lab coat that trailed behind her as she entered the grey room.
'Figures she was one of them,' Logan grunted.
Even with the newfound discovery, he still felt the warmth and comfort within those memories and that couldn't be changed; nothing could change who she was to him. But he couldn't help but wonder if that woman truly cared for him. Or was it a game designed to lure him? Either way, Logan knew he had to go to her. It was strange, he found himself longing for someone he barely knew and yet he couldn't tell if he loved her. He's never felt like this with anyone before. Would being with her complete him? Maybe she was the missing piece that would make him feel whole again.
The sun was beginning to rise just as Logan exited the diner's doors. Just as he reached for the car keys in his pocket, he spotted a motorcycle.
He gave a low whistle, "What a beauty."
The weather was getting colder by the hour, so he doubted the bike would be on the road for much longer. It was a shame such a beautiful bike wouldn't be seen again until the spring. Logan thought back to his own bike and how he'd hear the purr of the engine while feeling the nice breeze in his hair. His eyes caught sight of a helmet, and he saw a reflection of himself in the visor. Ororo had gifted him a helmet for the holidays, and while he appreciated the sentiment, he didn't like wearing them. After all, his metal skull is protection enough.
A headache hit him, causing him to clutch his head and drop his keys as he saw a flash of light.
Logan found himself standing face-to-face with a large bear in a white room. Its roar reverberated throughout the walls of the training room. It raised its forepaws, claws ready to strike, but he had his claws ready and sliced into its heavy flesh first. Again and again, he tore into more of the large beasts that were sent his way. Blood covered his arms and dripped down onto his feet. He was ready to attack more of them. Scientists flowed through the doors and observed the scene of carnage.
One of them took a step near him, and he swiped at them: red seeped through the sleeve of the white coat. Guards aimed their weapons as a high-pitched noise emitted from the metal helmet. A wave of electricity overtook him, and he fell onto the floor. He felt himself being dragged out as the room began to blur. In his darkening vision, he saw a pair of colorful heels and something move behind her white coat.
He took a deep breath as the headache and memory subsided. There was another scent in that room, one he had smelled before. He vaguely remembered the feeling of something small next to him. But when he tried to focus, it grew hazy like the woman's face. Logan glared at the helmet before running a hand through his hair. Maybe along the way he'd remember more.
"Just my damn luck, another damn mystery," he grumbled as he exited the parking lot.