For muses_w_remotes - 1.12
12. “Believe me Delmar, woman is the most fiendish instrument of torture ever devised to bedevil the days of man.”
| O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Red hair flicked around her face like fiery tendrils, and her eyes as black as coal gazed at him with nothing but indifference. He was just another body to her. Another annoyance standing in her way. He watched the veins pulse under her skin. They weren’t like the ones that pulsed under Rogue’s; no, these were black and full of the dark power that possessed the woman he loved.
Or the woman he thought he loved.
He heard her begging him inside his head, and out. Jean imploring him to kill her. Some would argue that killing her was testament to his love for her. That he was willing to put her out of her misery like some suffering animal. He was the suffering animal, and as all nine inches of his adamantium claws slid through cloth, skin, muscle tissue and even bone-Logan felt relieved. The roar seemed to convey otherwise, but inside he was relieved.
He’d struggled to come to terms with the idea that he had to kill her. That Jean had to perish so that the Phoenix could be stopped. He’d watched her kill Charles Xavier, and still Logan had been in denial.
Now it was done. He’d killed her. Jean’s blood covered his claws, and he retracted the blades back into his knuckles, sheathing them back into their casing. He’d killed her. He’d killed the woman he was supposed to have loved and he felt relieved.
*
Logan’s head jerked and he grunted before his eyes snapped open. He only just managed to stop his claws from releasing, a feminine scent, and the warm body wrapped around him reminding him that he was not alone. His skin was covered in sweat, and he raised his hand to wipe at his brow. He closed his eyes again, watching as the image of Jean seemed to fade on the inside of his eyelids.
He let out a shuddering sigh, and turned his head to press a kiss to the top of Allison’s head. He could try and place the blame for the nightmare on his strange surroundings but he knew better. He carefully moved her off him, and got to his feet. He grabbed up his sweatpants and pulled them on before leaving the bedroom. Maybe Chase and Rogue were gone, but that didn’t make Logan feel anymore comfortable about walking around naked in their home. Besides, he was used to being in a mansion full of kids. He hated to think what ‘Ro would do to him if he ever paraded around naked in front of the students.
Logan found a beer in the fridge and leaned against the kitchen island. He would never get used to the nightmares. He hated being forced to relive the worst moments of his remembered life. He’d give anything for just one night of dreamless sleep.
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
Words: 287
Dr. Allison Cameron [allison_md], Chase [chasemd] and Rogue [justalilcontact] mentioned with permission. Logan isn't linked to any Storms, or Jean muses so it's not binding to any in existence.
| O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Red hair flicked around her face like fiery tendrils, and her eyes as black as coal gazed at him with nothing but indifference. He was just another body to her. Another annoyance standing in her way. He watched the veins pulse under her skin. They weren’t like the ones that pulsed under Rogue’s; no, these were black and full of the dark power that possessed the woman he loved.
Or the woman he thought he loved.
He heard her begging him inside his head, and out. Jean imploring him to kill her. Some would argue that killing her was testament to his love for her. That he was willing to put her out of her misery like some suffering animal. He was the suffering animal, and as all nine inches of his adamantium claws slid through cloth, skin, muscle tissue and even bone-Logan felt relieved. The roar seemed to convey otherwise, but inside he was relieved.
He’d struggled to come to terms with the idea that he had to kill her. That Jean had to perish so that the Phoenix could be stopped. He’d watched her kill Charles Xavier, and still Logan had been in denial.
Now it was done. He’d killed her. Jean’s blood covered his claws, and he retracted the blades back into his knuckles, sheathing them back into their casing. He’d killed her. He’d killed the woman he was supposed to have loved and he felt relieved.
*
Logan’s head jerked and he grunted before his eyes snapped open. He only just managed to stop his claws from releasing, a feminine scent, and the warm body wrapped around him reminding him that he was not alone. His skin was covered in sweat, and he raised his hand to wipe at his brow. He closed his eyes again, watching as the image of Jean seemed to fade on the inside of his eyelids.
He let out a shuddering sigh, and turned his head to press a kiss to the top of Allison’s head. He could try and place the blame for the nightmare on his strange surroundings but he knew better. He carefully moved her off him, and got to his feet. He grabbed up his sweatpants and pulled them on before leaving the bedroom. Maybe Chase and Rogue were gone, but that didn’t make Logan feel anymore comfortable about walking around naked in their home. Besides, he was used to being in a mansion full of kids. He hated to think what ‘Ro would do to him if he ever paraded around naked in front of the students.
Logan found a beer in the fridge and leaned against the kitchen island. He would never get used to the nightmares. He hated being forced to relive the worst moments of his remembered life. He’d give anything for just one night of dreamless sleep.
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
Words: 287
Dr. Allison Cameron [allison_md], Chase [chasemd] and Rogue [justalilcontact] mentioned with permission. Logan isn't linked to any Storms, or Jean muses so it's not binding to any in existence.