Hold Tight [Hugh Jackman! Logan! x Reader]

.:FOUR:.

Logan said we needed to lay low, so we set out for large forests nearby and camped out in the woods. 

FYI, I'm not a big fan of the woods.

It was around 9 o'clock when we had gotten a fire started and places to sleep. I didn't feel like sleeping on the ground, so I stuck to a low branch. 

"You're acting like a monkey," Logan criticized me as I climbed into the tree.

"Atleast I like taking showers," I snapped back at him.

"Hey! I've taken a shower!"

"When? 174 years ago?"

Logan furrowed his brow.

"How do you know how old I am?" 

I jumped down from the tree branch and crossed my arms.

"Because I'm 172 and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know Panheads are really old motorcycles."

Logan took a step back. He looked shocked, again, the happy shocked. He looked me over, scannning my body.

"It won't help if you're checking me out you idiot," I said before walking away.

It started to rain as I climbed back into my tree. A few drops here and in a matter of 5 minutes, it was pouring down rain. Logan sat infront of the fire, watching as it was put out by the hundreds of sheets of rain. He was soaked by now and he had taken off his shirt and jacket.

I jumped down from the branch and walked over to the fire, resting my hands right in front of it. My stomach growled and my head pounded.

"Hungry, huh?" Logan asked.

I shrugged. "I used to starve myself so this is just a normal thing. My stomach growls even when I'm not hungry."

Logan looked at me with an eyebrow raised. 

"Why on Earth would you starve yourself?"

"To hide from people who knew I was a mutant and wanted to kill me. The only person who accepted me was my friend Jordan."

Then, to my own surprise, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached behind me, pulled my phone out and looked at the screen.

"Speaking of the devil."

I answered the call and pulled the phone up to my ear.

"Hey, Jordan, what's up?"

"(Y/N), there are weird people here asking for you. They know you're a mutant and they are asking me a lot of questions."

"Weird people? What are you talking about? What kind of questions?"

Logan looked up at me and furrowed his brow.

"Hand me the phone," I heard someone else say on the other line.

I paused for a second, my face going pale and hot.

"Hello, is this (Y/N)?" A man asks.

"Depends, whose asking," I answer.

"My name is Major William Stryker, if Logan is there with you, he can tell you everything you need to know about me, but for now, I need to speak with you."

I sat there for a second, full of anger, not just because Logan wasn't telling me things, but because they had Jordan. Jordan is important to me and I can't loose her now. Not ever.

"What do you want?" 

"I know you're a mutant and I know what you can do. You see, our last experiment ran away and I need someone with your abilities for something. It'll make you stronger, more durable, immortal you could say. All we need is your consent," Major said.

"What's the catch?" I ask.

"The catch? Simple. If you don't agree to this, your friend dies."

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her!" I scream into the phone.

"Ah, ah, ah! Calm your temper. I'm giving you 24 hours to come and agree to the operation. If you do not come, I will kill your friend and everyone you ever loved, forcing you to comply," Major threatened.

"You're already halfway there."

"Do you accept?"

I sat there, staring into the eyes of Logan, gritting my teeth. I didn't want to do this operation as he called it, but I needed to save my friend. I don't care what it takes. As long as Jordan is safe, I'd put my life down.

"I accept," I finally say.

"Good! I am leaving a chopper at that building that you and Logan were in. Meet me there and I will make sure your friend doesn't get hurt."

And with that, he hung up the phone, leaving me with my tears held back by a wall and my anger held by a string. I wanted to rip things apart, scream until my lungs exploded, and cry until I couldn't cry anymore.

"(Y/N)," Logan called me out of my emotional train.

I looked up at him and stood up, he stood up along with me. I walked away, heading towards the trees back to my burnt down home, but Logan stopped me by grabbing my arm. I spun around and unsheathed my claws, pointing them directly at Logan.

Logan pressed his neck against the tips of my claws. He stared at me the whole time.

"Don't go," he said.

"And why not?" I ask.

"Because I was the runaway experiment he was talking about. If you go, they will wipe your memory and inject you with things that make you body hurt so much, painful wouldn't be enough to explain the feeling," Logan looped his fingers on his pants, pulling them down a little. "We will find a way to get your friend back. I promise."

My face felt hot by just looking at Logan. I gulped and shook my head, having all my anger come back.

"Why should I listen to you? You don't understand what it's like to have your friend held hostage, most likely at gunpoint. You don't know what it's like to feel alone! To have no one understand you or accept you for who you are! You don't understand my pain!" I yell.

"Yes, yes I do. I may not feel everything you're feelling now, but I know that if you leave, I will go back to feeling alone and so will you," Logan answers.

I scream and sheath my claws, angrily walking to my tree. I jumped up on the branch and sat with my back facing Logan. I was pissed off and the last thing I wanted was to be angrily turned on by Logan's features.

~~~~~

A few hours passed and it was still raining. I had turned to watch the fire as I sat alone, unable to sleep. I kept thinking of Jordan, and how she could get hurt any second now. 

What was she thinking? What pain was she going through? Everything started to spin and my mind lost control. I looked around and finally looked to Logan. All my pain went away when I noticed hwo uncomfortable he looked. He was wet, soaked you could say and hugging his knees.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask.

Logan, shivering and wet, looked up to me. He gave me a stern look as if to say, 'Yes you idiot, I am. What do I look like to you, warm?'

I sigh and jump down from my branch and enter the rain sheets. I was barely wet, but because of my gene inheritants, I was warm as hell. Most of the wetness was from sweat. 

I sat down next to Logan and opened my arms.

"Here, I'm abnormally warm all the time and I think you need it more than me," I offer.

Logan gave me a hesitant look and then scooched over, laying his head on my chest. This was good. I had a plan, but I needed to make sure Logan trusted me.

After he falls asleep, I will leave. I will save my friend. 

I will lay my life down.