Destruction (X-Men/Wolverine Fan Fiction)

Chapter 30

"Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."
—Anita Krizzan

My heart raced as I woke up, sweat caking to my skin. I expected to be able to see where I was, to know my surroundings. But everything was pitch black and I was blind.

Fear and anxiety stepped up, causing me to panic. My hands flailed about, trying to feel around for anything that might serve has a location marker for where I was.

"Embry-Lynn!" Logan yelled my name.

"Logan?" All movement suddenly stopped and I found myself just staring into the blackness with wide eyes. "Logan, why can't I see?" My voice was raspy, like I had been screaming for hours.

A door opened, shedding light into the room. I came to the realization that I was in my own bedroom.

"Embry? What the hell's wrong, amourex?" Remy asked, moving to my side in an instant. He turned on the lamp by my bed, making it easier for me to see and calm down.

"I-I-I had a bad dream." I stared down at the blankets covering my legs. "Go on back to bed, Rem. I'm okay."

"Then look at me, Emmy." He sat down on the edge of the bed. I tore my eyes away from the blanket, meet his concerned gaze.

"You look pretty shook up, Embry." Logan said from beside me.

"You didn't turn on the Christmas lights last night." I told him quietly. "I don't do well in the dark."

"Shit." He ran a hand over his face. "I didn't even think about that, Embry."

"So you're okay?" Remy asked me, rubbing my arm gently.

"Yeah." I nodded my head and brushed a few strands of hair back out of my face. "Go on to bed, Remy."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and left.

The lamp by my side of the bed was left on, and I was thankful for it.

I got up and went over to plug in the Christmas lights, then I got back into bed. The clock on the stand by my bed read 4:26a.m. I could still get some sleep if I tried.

I climbed back into bed and turned to lamp off. My heart was thumping loud in my chest as the light was dimmed down.

I turned over to face Logan and moved to get really close to him. His arms slipped around my waist and he pulled my body to his. I placed my hand on his chest and began to fist his shirt tightly.

"What was the dream about?" He asked quietly as one of his large hands rubbed up and down my back. "You're heart's racin."

I pressed my forehead to his chest and let out a breath.

"It was just.... just not pretty. Scared me a lot."

Logan winced a little and pulled my hand away from his chest. I opened my eyes and moved the blanket to allow light under it. The area of his shirt I had been holding on to so tightly was gone.

"Shit, Logan. I-I'm sorry." I closed my hands into tight fists and held them to my chest. "I need to calm down."

I started to move to get out of bed but he stopped me by taking ahold of my arm and gently pulling me back to him.

"Just lay here with me and you'll calm down eventually." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "So you don't want to talk about the dream?"

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Okay then. What if I kiss you because you just did that?" Logan leaned over and kissed my lips.

"Logan." I said his name against his mouth, automatically bringing my hands out to hold them against his chest. "Logan, hold on." I pushed against him a little to make him stop.