| ~ Nightmares and Clawscapes, page 2 ~ And then I woke up, and remembered nothing. I growled in frustration as I balled my hands up to my eyes. I felt like a complete wuss, but I couldn�t stop the sobs that wracked my body. I heard a soft knock at my door. �It�s not locked.� I knew it was Logan, and I was willing to bet that I would now be able to pick his scent out of a crowd. I guess he�d heard my sobs, because as soon as he sat at the foot of the bed, the only thing he said was �Spill.� I told him what I remembered. I had woken up at the edge of some woods, and had somehow managed to lodge myself in a tree. I�d always assumed that was why the men in grey hadn�t found me that night. I told him how I had drifted from one coast to the other, even jaunting to Canada twice to get away from my pursuers. I told him about how I dreamed of those two other girls almost every night, and yet how upon waking, I couldn�t have told you what they looked like or who they were. I told him about that first accidental kill, and how I�d carried the guilt as I tried to avoid a repetition of that mistake, and yet twice in the last year I�d been forced to kill in order to keep my freedom. As I wrapped my babble-ography up, Logan reached over and gently tipped up my chin so that I was looking him in the eye. He told me how he�d had nightmares and amnesia for nearly 20 years. He told me about how he�d repeatedly tried to kill himself until a student named Rogue had accidently given him a taste of death, and he realized it was a flavor he didn�t like. More importantly, as he opened himself up, I found a kindred spirit who would save me from many of the needless trials that he had had to face. Without his having to say so, I knew by his scent and body language that I was safe in the company of the Wolverine. As we mulled in a comfortable silence, he broke the reverie by gruffly saying �I really should let ya get some sleep. It�s almost dawn.� As he started to slide off the bed, I reached for his hand. �Logan? If you don�t mind�I�d feel safer if you slept in here.� He paused, and I was afraid he�d refuse until he slid under the covers to lie next to me. Oh Lord, I hoped he hadn�t taken that as a come on. Somehow, I think he knew that what I really wanted was some sleep and some comfort, and not necessarily in that order. As he slipped one arm under my pillow and the other around my waist, he held me close, comfortably, without making me feel claustrophobic or trapped. He smells like pine needles, I thought drowsily. I slipped off into a sleep that for once, was filled not with lost memories, but memories of the night before and thoughts of the man that had my back� The End...or is it? ~ Gypsy's Profile ~ ~ Back to Fanfiction ~ ~ Back to the Archive ~ |