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

Chapter 4

3rd POV:
She was groaning as she rubbed her forehead. He looked at her with a smirk as she  groaned.

"God, that hotel breakfast was horrible. I could puke." He laughed at her hatred for the morning donuts that had. "And the coffee. Burnt mud. I swear." He just was cracking up. She yawned, still tired from their late night talk

"So, how long are you going stay with me?" He just shrugged, inhaling his cigar smoke. "Shrugging is not a fucking answer asshole." She yelled and looked out the window.

"I'm gonna keep you around until you don't want to kill yourself." She looked at him confused.

"Well then you're gonna be stuck with me for a while. If I live, his plans are still in motion." He smirked and chewed in his cigar.

"Well then get comfortable." She was about to make a wise crack when suddenly, a tree came out of nowhere, hitting the trailer and knocking him out the window. She jolted in her seat, hitting her head back hard enough to knock her out.

His POV:
I groaned, slowly standing up to check my wounds. I hear a crunch from behind. Turning around, a guy was carrying Rose over his shoulder. 'why do I care so much about this girl?'

I stood up and my claws came out.  Jumping up, I dug my claws into his shoulder and he cried out in agony, dropping Rose. He might be larger than me, but I knew he wasn't going to take her. He changed.

Flashback:
She was in her bedroom, chained to the poles and naked. She shook with fear as she waited for what to be done to her. Suddenly, the door opened.

"Well, well, well. If we don't have his favorite little play thing." She groaned at the sight of Mystique. Her blue skin and strange eyes gave her the creeps.

"Listen doll, if you weren't the key to all of this, I would have kill you long ago. But for now..." A knife was plugged into her leg, she screamed in agony. "light torture should do."

Present- Her POV:
My eyes fluttered open to see the cold snow around me. I also saw bits and pieces of Wolverine, or Logan's trailer in flames.

Pushing myself off the ground, I looked to see he was fighting a mutant, one I had faced before. Using all my strength, I had to push myself up. Logan has done so much for me to let him do this.

I had a taste of normal, I liked it but my life can never be normal. My eyes glowed as vines from the trees around us grabbed a hold of the mutants arms and legs. I trudged over and sighed; Logan using himself to keep me steady.

I wanted nothing more than to run and let him be free. For now, I just used a vine to chop off the head of the mutants before reconnecting the tree to the stump. He groaned and looked at the crater that used to be his trailer.

"Do you remember what I said about my powers last night?" It took a sec but he nodded. "If I pass out, either leave me here, run me over, or put me in the car and drive like hell." He looked at me confused before my eyes glowed again.

Pieces of his trailer were coming back together. Burnt and damage pieces were reforming and I felt something warm tickle my lip. I knew I was having a nosebleed but I just kept going. He was in shock of my power, I could tell by the look in his face.

As the pieces started forming, I groaned, my legs going weak, head fuzzy and vision going. Finally, it was fixed.

"Wow! That was actually pretty-" my body fell limp, eyes opened and barley breathing. He wanted to help, but I practically begged him to leave, either with or without me. Soon, I was out.

His POV:
I saw her eyes glowed, vines moving, the tree getting picked up. I don't think I've ever seen someone so powerful. I was also pissed, my trailer was gone.

"Do you remember what I said about my powers last night?" It took a sec but I nodded. "If I pass out, either leave me here, run me over, or put me in the car and drive like hell." I wanted to hit her for the run over crack but I was confused.

Again, her eyes glowed and my trailer started forming back together. My eyes were wide and when it was back together.

"Wow! That's actually pretty-" she suddenly collapsed in my arms.

"Hey! Hey!" Blood pooled out of her nose as she laid limp in my arms. I remembered she said he could track her through her powers; I picked her up and ran to the trailer, shoving her into the back before hitting the gas.

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I also updated this chapter early due to it being 9/11 here. I have a prayer I found and I want to dedicate it to the souls that were lost on that deadful day.

O God, our hope and refuge,
in our distress we come quickly to you.
Shock and horror of that tragic day have subsided,
replaced now with an emptiness,
a longing for an innocence lost.

We come remembering those who lost their lives
in New York, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania.

We are mindful of the sacrifice of public servants
who demonstrated the greatest love of all
by laying down their lives for friends.
We commit their souls to your eternal care
and celebrate their gifts to a fallen humanity.

We come remembering
and we come in hope,
not in ourselves, but in you.

As foundations we once thought secure have been shaken,
we are reminded of the illusion of security.

In commemorating this tragedy,
we give you thanks for your presence
in our time of need
and we seek to worship you in Spirit and in truth,
our guide and our guardian. Amen.