Thinner
Threads than These
When
he paused in the clearing, the night air nipped his naked back and raised small
goose bumps across his hairy arms. He usually did well with temperature extremes
but yeah, he could still freeze to death--he was a mutant, not God. It just took
a few hours. He smirked. At least it wasn't too bad tonight, only around fifty
degrees.
But
he was shivering.
Logan
rolled his left shoulder and gently guided the dark-skinned, platinum-haired
woman to the ground. She'd been on his shoulders for the past three hours but
he'd barely felt it, due to the surge of adrenaline and fear, and the fact that
she barely weighed more than a large dog. She hadn't had enough to eat. Neither
had he, but at least his healing factor resisted against some of the gnawing in
his gut. Enough so he wouldn't starve to death, at least. But 'Ro...Ororo was
altogether different. She wouldn't last long. She barely survived now.
His
eyes darkened as he crouched beside her. Ororo lay limp, nearly dead, but the
steady, drugged rhythms in her lungs told him she'd be okay in a few hours. It
didn't make sense. They drugged her almost more than they drugged him, and he
was the one with the healing factor, not her. Part of the plan, he thought
disgustedly. They'd tested her limits, just like they tested his.
The
bruises across her torso and limbs proved it.
He
checked her temperature with the back of his hand. She moaned softly from his
cool touch. Damn. A fever. "Fight it, 'Ro," he whispered, watching her
forehead contort with his words. He smiled slightly. Even out-cold she had that
"never surrender" attitude. Absently, he wondered if that wasn't what
saved them both in the end.
Logan
covered her with dried leaves from their makeshift camp, to help her sweat off
the fever. They had to rest now, whether he liked it or not--she'd only get
worse if she couldn't sleep it off. He casually sniffed the mountain air,
smelling the faint shift in the wind of human sweat, but 'Ro's health was more
important. Besides, they weren't that close. They weren't even following all
that fast. Perhaps, he thought with a grimace, their escape had been another
test.
And
how are we today, Logan...?
When
a chill crept up his back from the memory, he shook the words from his mind by
running through the survival basics. He was hoping to find a mountain stream,
but he couldn't hear anything. Not a good sign. Shelter was second, since they
were both as naked as the day was long. He smiled a little and cupped his body
into Ororo's. Good thing 'Ro wasn't shy. Despite her fever he had to keep her
warm, to keep her from losing too much heat, too quickly. Her mutant ability
could've kept her temperature down, if Sauren hadn't screwed with them so much.
They were lucky to have any DNA left.
Don't
worry, Logan. This won't hurt...Much.
His
brow furrowed as ugly memories assaulted him. Unlike before, he wasn't a total
head-case. No feral regressions, no total amnesia. Unfortunately, he remembered
the things Sauren wanted him to remember, which was almost as bad as not having
any memory at all. But he didn't want to remember any of it. Not until he was
ready to. Not until he could remember and forget at the same time, in peace. He
wouldn't let her have the upper hand.
"Sorry,
'Ro," he whispered gently. She tried pulling from him in her sleep and he
clung to her tighter. He could only guess what her dreams were like. He gently
ran his fingers through the short wisps of hair curling around her neck, and her
actions quieted.
Well,
we can't have our weather witch killing herself on her first day, can we?
He
watched them shave her bald. She stood against them, proudly and stubbornly, in
her best goddess persona. They mocked her, saying they didn't want her to use
her pretty white hair as a noose. One of the scientists mentioned using her
strands for DNA testing. Another wanted to sell her hair to a beautician. They
didn't know 'Ro. She wasn't suicidal and she certainly wasn't vain. Through her
eyes, he remembered how proudly she stood. Through her eyes, he saw her lips
twist in a faint smile, to reassure him. She even got away with a small wink.
His 'Ro? Winking? He wasn't sure if the memory was false, but he clung to it. He
clung to it the entire time. Even more, when he heard the screams...
He
draped a heavy, protective arm around her torso. How much did she remember? Did
they play with her mind? Crush her? Rape her? He barely saw her during the
ordeal, and she looked like a completely different woman now. Or maybe it was
just the image of her that changed. He wasn't even sure how long they'd been
there. It could've been a week, or a year. He finally got to the point where
caring wasn't an option anymore. He only remembered parts, and he wasn't sure if
having partial knowledge was a good or a bad thing. He remembered coming to the
lab and waking up. He remembered a few of the doctor's faces. He remembered Dr.
Sauren and her team of telepaths. He remembered going in and out of fugue states
and finally seeing an opportunity. Seeing a lab coat, seeing a syringe. Seeing
'Ro scream and remembering he had claws, and remembering how to use them. Seeing
an open window. Slinging 'Ro over his shoulder. Jumping. Running...Running.
Stopping only when the smell of blood and drugs faded from his nostrils. Now his
mind pounded at the new mental block in his head, while Dr. Sauren's
grandmotherly face wouldn't leave him alone. Half of his nightmares had been
about going feral and killing his X-men family. The other nightmares were like
this. He wished this were a nightmare. Then he could wake up.
In
the-days? weeks? months?-since their capture they let some of her hair grow
back. He kind of liked how her pixie cut licked the nape of her neck, but it
made her look too vulnerable. He should've been angry, but he only felt numb.
They didn't break 'Ro but they broke him, somehow. He would've stayed at the lab
indefinitely, would've let them continue on with their experiments, if it hadn't
been for her. She was his link to reality, now. His only way of getting himself
back.
"Sorry
I dragged you into it, 'Ro," he muttered. Exhausted from guilt, he cupped
her even closer to his body and covered her flank, like a wild beast. He failed
to protect her. He wouldn't fail her again.
He
shivered again and knew it wasn't from the cold. It was from what they did to
him...to her.
*
* *
"Anything?"
Professor
Xavier removed Cerebro and slowly shook his head. "Nothing...definite. I
feel faint stirrings, but nothing I can place. Not like..."
As
his voice trailed, Jean rubbed her arm. "You were going to say death,
weren't you?"
Charles
said nothing and his silence spoke volumes. "You should sleep, Jean,"
he said softly. "You've been awake for two days."
"I've
still slept more than you," she muttered. She held the back of her hand
over her mouth, stifling a yawn. "If anyone here needs sleep, it's
you."
"Perhaps,"
Charles said. Ever since they 'heard' Wolverine's mental scream three days ago,
they feverishly worked to track their two missing team members. Wolverine and
Storm had been missing for seven weeks, and the cry was the first lead in
several weeks of hellish wild chases. "I
get certain images, of mountains and forests. Sometimes...more. But they're
alive, Jean. I know they are."
Jean
placed her hand on Charles' shoulder. "Don't overtax yourself, Charles.
You're doing more than any of us could."
The
Professor nodded slightly, and put the mental amplifier back on his head. He
didn't want to alarm Jean with the other images he saw. Images of pain. Torture.
She didn't understand how badly he wanted to find them.
"Go
to sleep, Jean," he said softly. Not knowing what else to do, she patted
his shoulder and left him to his work.
No
one was sure how the kidnapping happened. He had dispatched Cyclops, Wolverine,
and Storm to a small disturbance on the Eastern seaboard due to an irregular
typhoon in the Maryland area. Cerebro had detected a mutant signature along with
it, so he felt it best to investigate it. The storm was a formidable one, but no
one expected much more than a routine mission. They could handle it. Storm would
handle the typhoon, and both Wolverine and Cyclops would handle the power behind
it. Or so they thought. No one suspected a set-up, and no one expected someone
to kidnap Wolverine and Storm. And even after that, they all expected to find
their comrades in two days, or less. Surely they would.
Charles
plucked Cerebro from his scalp, sighing. "Wolverine...Storm. Hang on. Just
hang on a little longer. We're coming. I promise..."
*
* *
"How
are we Logan? Well I trust...? Your friend's done quite well. We're pleased with
her progress. She's a fine addition."
Ororo's
eyes turn white, her mouth twists in a silent scream. A telepath laughs.
Blood...everywhere blood--
He
jerked awake when her moans became more insistent. He wasn't sure if it was
because they were both nude, but he felt himself strangely attracted to her
moan. His throat felt like sandpaper. His cheek twitched as he swallowed back
the dryness.
"No...O
Blessed Goddess, no..."
"'Ro,"
he whispered. "C'mon. Snap out of it." He tapped her face lightly and
felt guilty. After all the abuse, the gentle slap seemed like another insult. He
surprised himself when he caught himself smiling at her frown. He glanced around
the hillside grotto guiltily, expecting someone to catch him, and he did a
double take. Almost four miles away, under the bright moon, a shadow moved the
opposite direction from the wind. His eyes narrowed. They caught up. Ororo's
eyes fluttered just as he caught the distant echoes of hounds and the stronger
odors from the west.
"Sorry,
'Ro," he said softly. He rose to his feet, and slung her back over his
shoulder. "We gotta book."
"Wolverine...?"
His
heart melted at her breathless whisper. If not for his superior hearing, he
wouldn't have heard her-her voice caught, as if she couldn't believe they'd
escaped.
"...can...walk."
"No,
you can't. Stop arguing with me, and go back to sleep. It's faster." She
seemed to understand and lay her head back on his shoulder. The softness of her
hair tickling his shoulder strengthened his steps and his resolve.
"Hear...dogs?"
"Thought
I told you to rest," he grumbled. He jumped down a few feet onto a narrow
creek bed and hissed when a sharp rock sliced his bare feet. Even as he hobbled
across the water the wound had begun to close, but the dogs would catch his
scent in no time. Unless they found some kind of hiding place they'd be on them
in twenty minutes, if not sooner.
"Logan...do
not be an ass...leave me."
Logan
chuckled. "Ain't gonna happen, honey. Trust me."
"Stupid...macho--"
"Flattery'll
get you everywhere, doll," he muttered. She was right, he could outrun them
without her, but they'd come this far. He wasn't about to let her down now. They
were too close.
*
* *
"You
find them yet?"
Jean
came out of the professor's office, raising a slim eyebrow. If he wasn't her
husband, and if she didn't know him so well, she might have backhanded him.
"No, Scott. And you're driving us nuts."
"Sorry."
The leader of the X-Men stopped pacing a moment and slumped on the bench outside
the professor's office. The small frown on Jean's face faltered, and she ruffled
her fingers through her husband's short, brown hair.
"It's
just that you said--"
"--I
said 'maybe,'" she finished, sighing. "I know you feel guilty, but you
have to know by now that it wasn't your fault."
"I
was the only one there. No one else was around. They knocked me out, and got
them. Left me, and took them."
"I
know."
Scott
had muttered those same words every day for the past month, even in his sleep.
He clung to any hope, no matter how small, like a lifeline. Jean wished he
didn't take everything on so much, but then it was one of the things she loved
about him. His protectiveness outshined Wolverine's. "But I'm glad they
didn't. I wouldn't have been able to bear it."
But
can they?))
She
caught his stray thought and kissed the top of his head. "They're fighters.
They'll make it."
"Yeah."
Scott fingers trembled beneath his visor as he rubbed his temples.
"Virginia?"
"Or
the Carolinas, for that matter. Or West Virginia, Kentucky, Missouri, Tennessee,
or--"
He
stood suddenly. "We need to find them. Now."
Jean
help up her hands, exasperated. "*Where*, Scott?"
The
first few weeks Ororo and Logan were missing they'd taken the Blackbird out
every night and combed the eastern coast, to no avail. They finally decided that
they weren't doing any good and came back home to try with Cerebro. But even
with the possible lead, they had over 600 miles of hill country to check-and
that was only if the image Charles received was on target. "If you
can pinpoint the one state out of twenty where they could be, then you
must be a bigger telepath than Charles."
He
gripped his wife's shoulder with one hand and wordlessly gripped the air with
the other. "Sorry, hon. I know I'm acting stupid. I just..." He
shrugged. "It's our first lead in two months. I just need to do something,
anything. Pointless crap is still something."
She
nodded, snuggling closer into his arm. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to check
one last time. Where to, oh fearless leader?"
"Let's
go on the Professor's first hunch. To Virginia."
*
* *
"Highway's
up ahead."
Ororo
shook her head slightly, trying to clear the sedative's grogginess. She was
still slumped over Logan's shoulder, but she felt some of her old energy
returning. As if in reply, a small army of clouds shifted across the moon.
"That
your doin'?"
"We
need more cover," she whispered. Her voice still wasn't very strong, but it
didn't need to be. "The moon is too full."
Logan
shifted her on his shoulder and climbed the small gully to get to the road.
"Can't hurt. But if you got the strength, it'd be better if you made
rain."
"I
am working on it."
"Don't
strain yerself. You still ain't at 100%."
"Don't
worry about me. Worry about the people following us."
"I'm
tryin' my best. Sauren's probably got a mental lock on us. Probably tellin' 'em
where to find us."
"I
should have killed her when I had the chance."
Logan
didn't answer. The telepath messed them both up pretty badly, but he guessed she
had some kind of personal vendetta against 'Ro. She wanted to crack Ororo open
and see what made her tick. She claimed to have his Weapon X file, so she
already knew the right buttons to crack open his mind-nothing new there. 'Ro,
though, was a whole 'nother story. She
set up that whole mess in Maryland to draw her in. In the back of his mind,
Logan wondered if 'Ro now carried the same mental time bomb he had.
"We
got ten minutes, tops, before they catch us."
"I
hear cars, Logan. How close?"
"A
few miles down the road. But they're going the opposite direction."
"Any
places that might have shelter, or clothes?"
Despite
his excellent eyesight he squinted slightly. "Maybe somethin' thirty miles
away. We're up in the damned mountains, 'Ro. Nothin' fer miles, 'cept maybe gas
stations an' truck stops. I ain't seein' any of those either, though."
"We'll
improvise, then."
"Like
always. You got a plan?"
"Not
yet."
A
small bubble of fear churned in Logan's gut. The scenario bugged him, which was
a given. But he couldn't place a darker feeling. He felt mentally off and
couldn't think that clearly. He'd thought the feelings came from the results of
the torture, but now he wasn't sure. Something else was wrong, maybe something
due to the experiments. Part of his mind had been cut off...or out. And why did
he feel so afraid? He'd never felt this afraid before. He felt exposed.
Ororo
shifted on his shoulder, snapping him from his mental reverie, and he frowned.
Musing was another thing he never did.
"Put
me down."
"'Ro,
you ain't even close to--"
"I
have a plan."
He
raised an eyebrow but did as she asked. "If yer thinkin' of hoofin' it, we
ain't got a snowball's chance in h--"
"Shut
up, Logan. Let me do my job."
A
small smile pursed his lips. "Then go ahead, leader lady."
Satisfied,
Ororo concentrated. A steady stream of coarse sweat dripped from her brow, and a
small rumble echoed over the mountains. "Come on," she snapped.
Logan had to smile. She sounded as impatient as he felt. "I am your
mistress. Obey me, damn it!"
The
swear words would have made him laugh in another situation, but they didn't have
time for it. The chirped clip of dog and the unsubtle rustling of men were a few
short yards away. If her plan didn't work now, nothing would.
"'Ro--"
"Quiet,
Logan." An explosion in the sky cut off her next words. Lightning streaked
from the sky, splitting the night in two, and a sudden downpour soaked them
instantly. "I need to control this."
"Can
you see them?" She asked. He nodded. A group of men wandered from the
woods, slipping on the slick mud covering their shoes. Their dogs were making a
beeline to their direction. "Now you see them..." her hand constricted
and a snake of lightning lit the clearing like fireworks on the 4th. A dark
chuckle came from her throat. "And now you don't."
Logan's
lips parted. Steam and smoke rose from the suddenly charred, scattered men and
dogs, and the smell of cooked flesh stung his nostrils.
"You
killed them?"
"Yes."
Her jaw worked dangerously and another pang of fear ran through Logan's gut.
"My patience came to an end. Now we have clothes."
"Incinerated
clothes."
"No,
only the men. The clothes are virtually untouched."
Logan
swallowed and ransacked whatever he could find from the bodies. Money, ID's--he
stripped the men of everything, and felt strangely guilty about it. He ripped
off someone's clothes without looking at the man.
"Shirt
and pants," he said, quietly giving them to Ororo.
"Thank
you."
He
craned his neck to the sky and opened his mouth to catch the drops of hard rain.
"What just happened, 'Ro?"
Her
body swayed as she rose to slip on a pants leg, and Logan kept her steady. Their
short length exasperated her-these pants were better suited for Wolverine, not
her. But they hadn't time to be choosy. "What do you mean?"
"You
know what I mean. Seems to me," he said after a few swallows, "Dr.
Sauren did a few trips in our head. Somethin' pretty nasty. We ain't the
same."
One
of Ororo's arms paused while putting on her shirt. "I know."
"You
didn't bat an eye. You just did somethin' I would've done, but I'm the one
havin' the second thoughts. You were nicer to Callisto when you stabbed
her." The rain pelted his shoulders sharply. He sighed and switched gears.
"You remember what the telepath did to us?"
Lightning
fried a tree near them. "Sauren? A little. I remember pain, lots of pain.
And I have... horrific memories."
"Yeah.
Well, welcome to my world."
He
hadn't meant to sound bitter, but he felt raped. They did it to him again, and
left less of the man he was before. And this time they took 'Ro along for the
ride. He sighed. "We'll get Chuck to do a few laps in our heads. Maybe
we'll get somethin' back."
"Perhaps."
The wind picked up, and sharp shards of hail pelted the ground around them.
"But if not, we will have to live with the new changes."
His
eyes glittered darkly. "Can you?"
She
turned from him and tugged her belt sharply around her hips. "I will need a
few hours before I am strong enough to fly us from this area. Until then, we
will walk. Can you lead us towards civilization until we find a phone
booth?"
"I'll
do my best."
"You're
the best at what you do."
They
shared a small smile as he led her back down the road. They had a few hours
before dawn and they should've been exhausted, but neither of them wanted to
wait. He smelled her fear, and the strange feelings churning inside her. She'd
break without Chuck's help, and so would he. They wouldn't last in this
condition.
The
rain came down in gentle sheets. Ororo didn't seem in any mood to turn it off,
and he didn't care.
*
* *