Title: Resuming Control
Summary: Logan gets control. Set after "Awakenings".
Series: No Choice #4
Disclaimer: I own not.
Feedback: Always appreciated and constructive critisism is a beautiful thing.
Notes: Short chapter here due to my evil bosses who decided that it was time to
recall my fanny back to work after an 8 month lay-off . I decided that instead
of waiting til the whole thing was done, I'd just do short bits at a time since
weekends are the only time I'm coherent enough to write.....'g' Thanks to
everyone for the wonderful feedback and for encouraging me to keep writing
this....Especially the DDFH'rs...A better group of people would be hard to
find:) Hope you enjoy this little installment....Logan's POV:)
Logan could feel the animal inside him begin to stir the instant he stepped foot
into the bar. He took in his surroundings, seeking exits in case he needed to
make a quick escape, noting that the people here were the usual rough and rowdy
type that one would associate with a dive such as this. He smirked a bit
thinking that he was sure to earn quite a bit of cash tonight, he needed money
and these cage matches were always lucrative.
He hated these times when he knew the animal part of him could easily take
control. It had been happening with more frequency as of late, each time being
a little harder for him to take back over. He despised the animal part of him.
It served as a constant reminder of the suffering he'd been through at the hands
of cruel humans. His memories of that period of his life were vague, but he
firmly believed that during the excruciating pain of the experiments, some
primitive part of his psyche had taken over and the Wolverine had been born. He
feared that there would come a day when the animal would swallow him whole.
He entered the cage to challenge the current champion. Each time his opponents
fists connected with his flesh, he felt Wolverine pushing closer to the
surface, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep him at bay. A brutal
punch to his groin and his control snapped as he felt the animal rise, forcing
him back powerless to stop it. He could do nothing now but wait for a chance to
He swims towards consciousness, stretching his body languidly, feeling cool air
rushing over his skin. Shuddering slightly, he buries himself deeper under the
covers. //Warm.// Wrapping his arms around a pillow, rubbing his face against
it. //Soft.// Clutching it tighter, breathing in deeply. //Sweet// He draws
it closer, his nose crinkling slightly trying to identify the scent. //Mine//
The thought startles him awake. He raises his head up, blinking to gain focus
and finds a dark pair of eyes staring down him.
Confusion sweeps through him as he struggles to make sense of the sight before
him. He sweeps his gaze over the room, not recalling how he got here, vaguely
wondering where 'here' is. Movement beneath him brings his focus back to the
girl. He runs his eyes over her face, searching his mind in an attempt to place
her. He feels her tense as he leans forward slightly as a vivid mark on her
neck draws his attention. //Mine.// His eyes widening as realization hits.
He rolls away from her, tangling in the sheets in his effort to get away and he
lands on the floor with a dull thud. He lays there, covering his face with his
hands, desperately trying to remember.
Small flashes play behind his closed lids. The fights, the girl, the motel, the
Trembling slightly, he rises and notices that the girl is staring at him with
shock on her face, seemingly unware of her nude state. He looks down her
uncovered body, taking in the bruises marring her ivory skin. He closes his
eyes, feeling sick knowing how those bruises got there. Breathing deeply, he
can smell her on his skin, feels Wolverine clawing his way to the surface as he
turns and bolts for the bathroom.
Once inside, Logan starts the shower, setting the temperature to practically
scalding. Leaning his head against the tiles, he wonders how to fix this, if he
'can' fix this. Part of him hoping that she'll just be gone when he emerges.
not realizing that he was chanting "My fault", over and over to himself.
"Wolverine?" Her soft, breathy voice startled him out of his thoughts. He
thankfully noted that she had pulled on one of his shirts, the hem coming down
to almost her knees. "Wolverine?" He closed his eyes, concentrating his
efforts on locking the animal back down at the sight of his mate.
"Logan." he said, amazed that his voice came out steady. "My name is Logan."
She said nothing in return but he could see the puzzlement in her eyes. "Give
me a few minutes. We need to talk."
He felt relief wash over him when she nodded slightly and left the room.
Quickly, he stepped out of the shower and began toweling himself off. His mind
whirled with questions that needed answers....what town they were in, how long
was "he" in control but most importantly, what should he do with the girl now.
He couldn't just leave her...It was all his fault that this had happened.
Answers that only she could provide. He knew that as soon as he entered her
presence, the battle for control would once again be waged.
Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Logan could only hope he would be
strong enough to win this time.