Wolverine--The Next Generation

Danger Where It's Least Expected

A/N: I forgot to add the disclaimer. I do not own any of the X-men characters. I give full credit to Marvel and Stan Lee.

 

*Logan’s Point of View*

My alarm blared at seven o’clock the next morning. I rolled over onto my side and smacked the snooze button. I rolled onto my back and yanked the covers over my head with a groan. “Ugh…shit.” The fuckin’ alarm went off five minutes later. “Ugh! Alright already! I’m up!” I yelled at the clock. I turned off the alarm and rolled out of bed. I turned around to look on the other side of my bed. I expected to find Marissa right where she was last night. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out where she may be, and then I remembered what had happened. I got out of bed and changed into a pair of black jeans, a wife beater, and a long-sleeved, red plaid button-up shirt. I left the top two buttons undone. I brushed my teeth and got my hair out of its bed-head state and into my usual style, just the way I like it. I put on some Old Spice and walked back to my bedroom. I slid my boots on and pulled my favorite leather jacket over my shoulders and locked my door on the way out.

I walked into the kitchen of the school, which I thought was empty, until I heard a voice say, “Morning, Logan.” I turned around to see Marissa sitting on a stool in front of the counter in the middle of the room. “Marissa.” I sat down beside her. “Are you alright? I’m sorry about last night. That’s not the first time that’s happened. I should’ve seen something like this coming. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m fine, Logan. But I’m more worried about you. When I left, you were nearly dead.”

“I’m alright. I have an accelerated healing power. I can recover from injuries in seconds or minutes that would take almost anybody else weeks or months.”

“All injuries?”

“Well, if it’s not too serious. Take for example, last night. That took longer because the damage was pretty bad. The longest it’s taken for me to recover was 2 or 3 days.”

“What happened to you?” Another voice interjected, “I happened to him.” It was Rogue with her down-home, Mississippi accent. I introduced the two and we continued our conversation, but Rogue told Marissa what had happened, the short version, “Magneto had kidnapped me. I have the ability to take someone's power when I touch them, like you, but I can't control it. He gave me his power so I could power his machine that would turn humans into mutants. Well, with the help of the team, Logan destroyed the machine. According to Logan, I was dead.” I picked up from there, “I got the restraints off of her and I held her in my arms. I thought she was dead. I pulled my glove off and put my hand on her face so she could absorb my healing power.” I paused. “Nothing happened, at first. After about thirty seconds, I felt the energy being drained from me. Old wounds started opening up and bleeding in my face, my back, arms, everywhere.” Rogue told the rest, “I gained consciousness and pushed his body away from me. I nearly killed him. We got him to the infirmary and I wanted to kill anybody who got in my way. I was so mad at myself. He’s my best friend, and he nearly died tryin’ to save me. I had inherited some of him personality traits along with his power. I started actin’ like Logan.”

“And according to Storm and Jean, it wasn’t pretty.” I smirked at Rogue. Marissa laid her hand on mine, “That was brave, both of you.” I looked at Rogue, “It still scares me. It scares me because I was so close to losing her. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Rogue stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her back. She gave me a peck on the cheek, but not in a romantic way—more like a father-daughter way. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” I looked at my watch, 7:30. “Crap! I need to get a move-on!” I ate two pieces of toast and a bowl of cereal before I made way to the World Trade Center.