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

Chapter 2

They've been driving for an hour, suddenly; her stomach growled like a monster. She wrapped her arms around it, hoping to silence the beast. He looked over at her and she looked away, her stomach growled again. She groaned and rubbed her forehead before he suddenly pulled into a gas station. 

"What's going on?" She asked, looking around. 

"We need gas. You need to eat." He paid an attendant to fill up the truck and they walked into the convenient store. She looked around for a second before moving to the back, grabbing a few drinks. 

He looked around to grab a few snack foods like beef jerky. He went to find her, only to see her with enough food to last them a while.

"We aren't gonna stop for a while. Might as well be prepared. Go check on the trailer." He shrugs and walked out, only to have her ask for a few boxes of cigars and liquor. She wanted to thank him in some way. 

Later:

They pulled up to a little motel and she jumped out. "I'll get us a room, be right back." He shrugged and lit a cigar. She ran the bell and noticed a guy reading a magazine.

"One night. Two beds." He looked up to her and gave her a random key, swiping it across a system and typing on the computer. 

"Two-Hundred dollars a night. $50 for paper view. And-" She showed off five hundred and she instantly spoke. 

"Deluxe." He takes the money and upgrades the room with a flier. She told him to burn the receipt. She looks into his eyes and smirks, turning around as he sits down, reading the magazine. 

"How much was the room?" Wolverine asked. 

"Not much, 50 bucks." She lied with a straight face. He shrugged before they climbed to the second floor, their luggage in their hands as she unlocked the door. His eyes went wide at the quality of the room for a local motel.

He then knew she lied about the room price. This room was way too good for that price. When she went to check on the bathroom situation, he searched her bag for hidden weapons. He ended up finding a dagger, rope, a bottle of sleeping pills, it was too depressing for him.

"Damn. She was really gonna do it." He his the items away in a drawer, making sure she was safe for the night. She groaned out and noticed something that made her freeze. "What?" He asked.

"There's only one bed. Even though I asked for two." She sighed and shrugged. "It's fine. I'll stay up and keep watch. Better make sure he's not following us." Wolverine stood in front of her, towering her small frame.

"When was the last time you had a good nights sleep? Or even slept in an actual room." She was frozen, unable to speak. "Either you go to sleep, or we both do." She looks down embarrassed.

"I don't like sleeping alone. I have night terrors, ok?" She asked in a sarcastic tone before grabbing her bag and plopping it down on the bed. She looked inside to see the items were missing.

"Really?" He shrugged. "OK. Yes, the rope was for that, but the dagger belonged to my father and the sleeping pills do actually help me sleep. I just need two." Raising an eyebrow, he turned around and opened the drawer.

She started to undress, taking off her top and bra before he turned around. His eyes went wide before he turned away slightly. He caught glances at her curve, her figure sure, but he also saw the scars she had alone her body. A few of them very deep and a few barely noticeable.

As soon as she finished changing, all he did was take off his jeans and leave on his boxers.

She smirked at him before collapsing on the bed. It was weird for her, its been a while since she slept in a bed. He just laid next to her.

"I just realized something. I don't know your name." She looked at him in shock and thought for a second. She hasn't used her name in ten years.

"I... I don't remember. It's been a while." He looked at her confused. She turned away, her past an obvious trigger.

Her Dream
She was running down a hallway, barefoot as she tried to escape. All she knee was run, don't look back or else.

Suddenly, she tripped. She felt her fear grow and she tried to get up again. She felt a boot press against her back, forcing her to the ground.

"My dear, sweet, Black Magic." It was the same British voice. "If you think you can easily escape," he pressed his boot so hard into her back, something inside her broke.

"Think again." He reached down, grabbing a hold of her white locks.

Back to Normal:
She tripped the blanket tightly as she screamed at the top of her lungs. He jumps up as she screams, trying to shake her awake.

She gasped awake and sat up, tears in her eyes as she cupped her face. Her breath was heavy and she collapsed to the mattress again.

"Sorry. Sorry Wolverine." She stood up and walked to the bathroom, her heart racing as she looked into the mirror. She trembled as she stared at herself, letting the lights above her flicker.

She opened a drawer and saw razor blades. She picked up the blades staring at them for the longest time. Right as she was about to slip one out, he came to the door frame.

"What the hell was that dream? You've been in here for-" he cut off to see her holding razor blades. He took them from her and pulled her out of the bathroom.

He sat her on the bed and turned a chair around, staring at her with an intense stare.

"What the fuck did that guy do to you, that broke you so bad?" He asked, the stare not going away. She knew he wouldn't drop the subject. He would keep pressuring her.

"He... Is literally evil, in the form of a man."