Hold Tight [Hugh Jackman! Logan! x Reader]

.:THREE:.

The next morning, I woke up screaming and my claws unsheathed, tearing into the blankets and sheets.

Shit.

Thats one of the reasons I moved out.

I was sweating and panting, almost like I had a bad dream, only, I don't remember the dream. I don't even remember if I had one.

I shook away the thoughts and sheathed my claws, getting out of bed. I changed into a black t-shirt with a black flannel and blue jean shorts with black converse. I didn't feel like going anywhere today so I dressed for the occasion: lazy day.

Walking out to the barn, I caught sight of dad coming out of the house. I caught his eyes and waved at him. He returned the wave and came walking over to me.

"Going to check on him?" I asked.

"Yeah," dad said. "He's got to go today. I need to take Heather to go get her medicine refilled. Her arthritis in her hands is getting bad."

I nod and follow my dad into the barn. Logan was seated on my brother's motorcycle and his eyes were closed. 

"You sleep okay?" My dad asked.

I circled around my dad and walked over to Logan with my brother's jacket. I stood there, waiting for their conversation to end before I gave it to him.

"Um, yeah," Logan replied.

"You look like a man fixing to do a bad thing," my father said.

"Dad!"

Logan looked to me and smiled. "It's fine."

"You know what happens to men who go looking for blood?" My father asked me. 

I stayed silent.

"They find it!" My father looks at Logan. 

"Everyone has a choice," I interrupt.

"Yeah, well, mine got taken," Logan replied to my comment.

"Bullshit," my dad says.

Logan looked taken aback. My father came closer to Logan but I jumped in the way before anything could happen and handed Logan my brother's old jacket.

"This was my brother's jacket," I say, handing the jacket to Logan. He looked at it awkwardly. "Try it on."

Logan stood up and pulled the jacket on. My brother was a big person, so I assumed Logan would fit it nicely. When Logan straightened the jacket, he looked to me and smiled. 

"Thank you."

I nodded to Logan and sighed, sad to see Jimmy's, my half-brother's, jacket go. I loved that thing. Evern though Jimmy wan't my really brother, I still loved him for accepting me into the family.

"Yep," I say, holding back tears.

"You want to take my bike for a spin?" My dad offers. "Test the suspension?"

Logan chuckled and began to get on the bike.

"'64, huh?" Logan asked.

Getting his leg over the bike, Logan sat down and the bike squeaked loudly, dropping to the floor.

"Man, you're heavy," my dad says.

"Yeah, I put on a little weight recently."

Just then, my mother walked in with a tray full of glasses of lemonade. 

"Good morning!" My mother said.

"Good morning, mom."

"Good morning," Logan says.

My mother stood infront of the window.

"Oh! It fits beautifully," my mother said.

I looked outside the window and saw a small black figure sitting on the hill. I squinted my eyes to see better and my vision zoomed in on the figure. It was a man, laying on the ground with a gun in his hands.

"I brought some--"

"Mom! Watch out!" I ran at my mother and moved her out of the way, my side stung horribly as the sound of glass shattering filled my ears. 

At first, it was just one shot. Then another came and hit my mother square in the chest. Then one last shot came through the window and shot my father in the chest. Logan grabbed my father as he fell backwards and hit the floor. 

"MOM!" I screamed as I wiped her face and held her wound. The second my father got shot, I ran over to him. "No!"

Logan growled and jumped on the motorcycle. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and held my dying father. His and my mother's blood was all over my clothes and hands.

"Come on, kid!" Logan held out his hand. 

I refused his hand and jumped on the motorcycle. I looked at my father and mother one last time while Logan started up the motorcycle and drove out of the barn. The barn exploded as we left and drove over the hills to where a helicopter had taken flight. 

Logan turned away and drove off away from the helicopter, but it only followed us. As Logan drove away, I looked back at the burning barn and couldn't help but lay my forehead on Logan's back and cry as a machine gun went off and shot at us.

I opened my eyes, angry, and found that Logan had found a road and was driving down it while the helicopter chased us.

"Jump off," Logan yelled.

"Why?" 

"Just jump!"

I jumped off the motorcycle and rolled to the side of the road. Though I couldn't see, I could hear the helicopter come crashing down. When I stood up, Logan was walking back towards me while a line of fire snaked to the helicopter. Three metal claws were unsheathed from Logan's hands and right before he sheathed them, the helicopter exploded.

I watched as Logan walked over to me, careless of the tongues of fire that threatened to burn his hair off. When Logan walked up to me, he unsheathed his claws and stared at me.

"If you're scared, run away and never come back," he said.

I raised my eyebrow and brought up my right hand, unsheathing my two claws and showing Logan.

"I can't, I'm not afraid."

For a split second, Logan looked at me in a way I had dreamed to be looked at. He looked at me in shock, but it was a happy shock, as if he had found someone just like him and he was now never alone. Which is what I felt as Logan sheathed his claws and hugged me tightly.