Healing Hearts ( a Wolverine X OC Story)

Chapter 7

It was late in the morning when Logan woke up. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept that well. Megan was still asleep, her back towards him. He noticed a semi-healed scar on her left side shoulder. It had been less than a week since the incident, but it looked better than anyone could hope for. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently caressed it with his thumb. His warm touch woke her up. She turned to face him and smiled.

"Hey you," she said
"Hey sleepyhead," he replied.
"I didn't want to wake up. I was too afraid that all this was just a dream."

Logan smiled and put a soft kiss on her lips.

"What is it?" she asked when she noticed a slight concern on his face.
"I hate to ruin the moment, but maybe we should get up and see if Storm and the Professor made any progress."

She took a deep breath. She wished they could stay in bed all day, just the two of them, and forget about the notebooks, the mysterious men and everything bad that happened recently. But she knew that she couldn't hide forever and that she would have to face her father's past.

"I guess, yes," she finally agreed.

Once ready, Logan opened the door to get out of the room, just to come face to face with Storm. Megan, who was just behind him, felt her cheeks turn red from embarrassment. Storm, on the other hand, didn't look too surprised.

"Well, I was just looking for you two. The Professor is waiting for you in his office," she said trying as hard as possible to act like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"It's about my father's journals isn't it?" Megan asked concerned, "I have a bad feeling about this."
"It's going to be fine." Logan softly tried to reassure her.

When they entered the office, Megan felt her stomach tightening. The Professor was waiting for them, one of the journals laid on his desk. Judging by the look on his face, last night they did find something, and it was going to be hard to hear it.

"Good morning Miss Wild, Logan." the Professor said as soon as they came in. "Please sit," he continued.

She nervously sat on the chair in front of the desk while Logan remained standing next to her.

"It's bad, isn't it?" she asked trying to get ahead of the situation.

"Depends on what you consider as bad," he wisely replied. "I have to say that your father's work is impressive, and as you suspected, we were able to shed some light on the situation. I will start with the matter that is currently the most important to you. Your father knew Stryker, and he indeed did work for him for a couple of years."

Her heart sunk. She couldn't bear the thought that her father was working for a man who was conducting experiments on mutants.

"He was working there when they started experimenting with adamantium, and he had access to it. This explains where he found the daggers he gave you. But eventually, the experiments were becoming crueller until the day he couldn't bear to be a part of it anymore and quit. This happened before what they did to you, Logan."

"Thank God," she murmured relieved.

But the news where bittersweet, that meant that there was nothing in there that could help Logan to unravel his unknown past. She looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry, I really thought that you would find something," she said.
"It's ok kid, I didn't have high hopes. I'll be alright," he smiled and stroked her shoulder.
"Is that it? " she asked looking back to the Professor.
"I'm afraid no, there is something else. Much more important. What do you remember of your mother's death? "
"What does my mother has to do with this?" She struck back annoyed. She didn't like talking about it, and she felt like the conversation was drifting from its original purpose.
"We are really sorry for bringing up such a personal matter, but we need to know. " The Professor gently insisted.
"She was sick for a while and then she lost the battle. What exactly do you want to know?"
"Did she get better at a certain point? "