The Wolverine and the Rose (Wolverine/Logan x OC)

Chapter 1

Her POV:

I looked at the TV as I drank my scotch. It was talking about the explosion that happened today, the big kaboom that killed everyone on board. She gulped down the drink and patted down another large bill to keep drinks coming. 

I kept my eyes on the screen, making sure everyone is dead and stays that way. Suddenly, the Wolverine guy from the fight came up to the bar. My breath caught as tried not to stare at him. I chugged down another shot. He ordered a beer and paid with his winnings. 

"Do I need to punch you out or are you gonna give me back my dog tags?" I chucked at him and dangled them in front of his face. 

"I just wanted a reason to talk to you without having you knocking me to the ground or punching me in the face," I say with a seductive voice before he takes the dog tags back. My smile was wiped away by a voice from behind me. 

"Sources say that one man has survived the explosion despite the complete demolishment." I looked up in fear as I saw the picture. It was him. "How in the fuck did you survive?" I whisper to myself before standing up suddenly, destroying a stool in the process. 

"He says he feels lucky to be alive, and that he is quote " Going to get his woman". That must be one lucky girl. I was in shock, grabbing my bag before trying to leave. Someone grabbed my had and I froze. 

"Hey, you gotta pay for the chair!" He yelled and I glared at him with fear in my eyes. 

"Now is so not the time." I tried to pull away, he only threatened me and that's when I got angrier. Silently, I pulled out a knife and dug it into the bar, banging the bartenders head against the butt of the knife. The Wolverine guy was in shock before I knocked the fat man back, and dashed out the door. 

I looked around to make sure he wasn't there already and started to run, I picked a random truck and hid in a tarp.

Wolverines POV:

I noticed this girl staring at me for the longest time while I was fighting. It was like she was in a trance, or just interested in me. When she fought me, she stole my dog tags. Those are the only things that told me who I was or who I am. 

I was angry but I was also intrigue of how she was still standing after I gave her a beatdown. I grabbed a beer and met up with her. 

"Do I need to punch you out or are you gonna give me back my dog tags?" She chuckled at me and dangled them in front of my face.

"I just wanted a reason to talk to you without having you knocking me to the ground or punching me in the face," she says with a seductive voice before I take the dog tags back. She was interesting. 

I wrapped my dog tags back around my neck and she grabbed a beer, offering it to me. She was interested. As I chugged it down, she suddenly stood up; the stool breaking under her, face white as a ghost. 

'Survive' was all I could make out, then I looked at the tv. It was about some survivor and she tried to flee. Next thing I saw, she was banging the barkeeps head against the butt of a blade, leaving the blade behind the guy unconscious on the ground. 

As soon as she left, my interest got higher. I ended up getting into a bar fight and I left my empty beer bottle and walked out of the bar, maybe I would see something cool. As I lit a cigar, I saw she was gone. I just shrugged it off and walked to my trunk, her image still on his mind. 

Her long brown hair, her light blue eyes, everything. 

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He was packing up to leave, he noticed something in the back of his trailer. Something bulbus and moving. Pulling up the tarp, he groaned to see the girl from last night. 

"The hell you doing?" He asked in his Canadian accent. She groans and looks around. 

"Sorry. Just looking for a place." He raises an eyebrow and pulls her duffel bag out. 

"A place for what." She groans and pulls out two bottles and a gun. 

"A place to say goodbye. " She says in a serious tone before turning around, leaving her bag behind. He squinted his eyes at her before looking into her open bag. Inside was some clothes, a single photo album, a journal, an open letter, and a lot of money. 

He looked at the letter and started to read the contents. His eyes went wide and he ran after her, following her footprints and hearing her voice. It was as if she was singing. He ran faster and faster, hearing the sound of her checking the ammo. Dashing harder, he saw her surrounded by ice sculptures, chugging down the scotch. 

She put the gun to the temple of her head; eyes closed and she zoned out. As she was about to pull the trigger, it was knocked out of her hand. She looked up to see Wolverine with his eyes wide. She trembles and looks at him before jumping up to grab it again. 

He pushed her down and tosses the gun up, using his claws to tear the thing to pieces. She collapsed onto the rock she was sitting on, and she cupped her face in her hands. 

"What the hell is the matter with you? Why would you do something so stupid?" She looks up at him angry, the ice sculptures shattering around her. 

"Would? Oh no! As soon as I'm out of fucking Canada, and gonna find a way to end it." The woman declared, glaring at him before turning around, grabbing the scotch bottle. 

"I read your letter." She suddenly stops. "Who is this guy." She growls and throws the bottle at him, tears streaming down her eyes. 

"The hell I've been through, the fucking hell I put other people through. And if I live and he finds me, the hell that will happen. It's better if I just... End it all now! He'll find me! He always does!" She groans and falls to her knees, fingers in her hair. 

"Is he really that bad of a person?" She nods and he just rolled his eyes. Suddenly, he threw her over his shoulder and walked her back to the trailer. He ripped her bag off the ground1 and tossed it in the back of his trailer. 

"Put! Me! Down!" She managed to kick him in the nuts and he throws her to the ground. She looked up at him with pained eyes. "You think this is some kind of joke? He will kill you and everyone you love to get to me." He chuckles and chews on his cigar. 

"Then I'm one step ahead. I don't 'ave anyone." She looks at him confused. "As if I let an innocent like you get hurt. Do I have to throw you over my shoulder again?" She grumbles and gets in the passenger's side of the trailer. He chuckles and nods to himself.