Healing Hearts ( a Wolverine X OC Story)

Chapter 5

For the rest of the day, Megan didn't to come out of her room not even for dinner. She was feeling frustrated and didn't want to see or talk to anybody. She especially wanted to avoid running into Logan, fearing that they would continue their fight from where they had left it. Around 23:00 the hunger got the best of her. She finally got out heading towards the kitchen, hoping to find some leftovers from dinner to eat.

The mansion was awfully quiet at this late hour. Almost everybody was in their rooms getting ready for sleep or already sleeping. When she reached the kitchen she didn't bother opening the lights, her eyes had got used to the dark and she didn't want to let anyone know of her presence. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the kitchen table, started eating it in front of the window, contemplating the vast and beautiful garden outside. Everything was looking so calm and peaceful, the sky was clear and since the mansion was far away from the city's lights you could see the infinite number of stars shining above. The beauty of the night made her finally, after so many hours, feel serene and forget about the recent events. But she was quickly brought back to earth when she noticed a figure sitting on the stairs in front of the manor's entrance.

Despite knowing him for only a couple of days, she recognised Logan immediately. Like the day before, she felt her heart skipping a beat. She took the time to observe him for a moment. Logan lighted a cigar. He looked calm, but yet so sad and lonely. This was a side of him that she believed existed but never thought she would see. That made her recall that night, how bad his nightmare had sounded when she went into his room. She also remembered what Kitty said about the fact that he has lost people he loved. She started feeling that maybe she shouldn't have reacted the way she did this morning. Maybe, now that they both had had the time to calm down and think, Maybe, they could try to talk again. But she didn't know anymore what was the right way to approach him. When she came up with an idea.

She started looking in all the cupboards of the kitchen but she didn't find what she was looking for. "Where could somebody store alcohol out of reach from the students?" she asked herself. "The Professor's office," she thought.

She stood in front of the door repeating to herself how wrong this idea was. She hoped she could ask for permission but at this time of the night, it was also totally inappropriate. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She started searching the desk, even if this was the most unlikely place. When she heard the Professor's voice coming from the door.

"Can I help you with something miss Wild?"
"I am so sorry Professor, I really am. I.." she had never felt so ashamed in her life. She tried to find a good excuse but she knew that there was none.
"In the left bookcase, bottom right cabinet. You can take it. But I expect from you to be responsible about it."

His response to the situation shocked her. She was expecting to be yelled at for breaking into his office and even worse, being asked to leave the school immediately.

"I do not approve the fact that you entered my office without my authorisation but I am willing to overlook it this time. I consider you to be a responsible adult and that all of this is for a good reason."

It was obvious that the Professor knew exactly what she had in mind, but she stood there gazing at him still confused from what she heard.

"What are you waiting for? He is not going to stay outside much longer."
"Right," she finally recovered from her daze and immediately went to the pointed cabinet to grab the only bottle that was there.

On her way out she paused beside the Professor.

"Thank you, for everything."
"You're welcome, Megan. Off you go."

She went to the kitchen, took two glasses and ran to the front door. To her relief, he was still there.

"What do you want?" He said as soon as he heard her. He didn't even bother turning to look at her.
"I have something to propose."
"So now you are talking to me?"