PAST LIVES (1/5) Logan/OC [R for language] Post X2
- Title: Past Lives
Author: Vegea Kalorale- Aka. PrincessChan
Author's Email: Vegeass@...
Archive Rights: Sure, just give me the URL
Rating/Warnings: a little bit of swearing, minimal. No sex
Characters: Wolverine/ OC
Setting: Post X2
Summary: Logan's world is drasticallly changed by the arrival of a
woman from his past.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Marvel does.
Notes: Send me your comments and reviews to my e-mail. There are
minimal X2 spoilers. This is the first story I've posted on this
site, let me know how I'm doing.
The colored leaves of autumn briskly rolled about the grounds
of the Westchester estate of the Mutant Academy. Rain had been
threatening to pour down all day and now that the evening was rolling
in, the chances were more against them. Logan sat in his room
staring blankly out the window as though he were searching the sky
for answers. A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in." He called out. The door opened slowly and a worried Rogue
"Hey Logan." She greeted him as she brushed the white streak of hair
out of her face, "You feeling alright."
"Yea, I'm fine." He lied to her.
"You haven't seemed fine in a couple of weeks." Rogue replied as she
leaned against the window frame, "We're all still dealing with the
loss of Jean, but you seemed a bit better after you came back."
"I was, but lately I've been having these dreams about this woman."
"I don't know, but I do know." Logan tried explaining, "She's crying
for me to help her."
"Have you talked to the professor?" Rogue asked him.
"I keep thinking I'll be able to figure it out over time," Logan
said, "but I keep getting more and more confused by these dreams."
"Are they all the same?"
"No," Logan said, "sometimes she's crying and says nothing. The look
on her face alone is enough to break your heart."
"Maybe she's someone from your past." Rogue suggested, "Before the
"I wish I knew." Logan said, "Shouldn't you be studying. This is a
real school you know."
"I was just taking a break." She smiled at him.
"Well don't worry about me, I'll figure it out." Logan said to her.
Rogue gave her friend a hug then headed out the door.
"The professor can help you know." Rogue said on her way out. Logan
watched her walk away, still left in his thoughts of his dreams.
The rain that would be pouring down in Westchester,
currently, was pouring down in the Canadian town of Drummondville. A
woman ran for her life through the muck and mud created by the rain.
She ran toward a tree and swiftly rose to its branches as a pack of
dogs made their way closer to her. She caught her breath for a
moment as she focused her thoughts on something.
"Damn it." She cursed as she looked behind her to see how far ahead
she was. Seeing that it wasn't much, she felt her options growing
smaller. Off in the distance she heard a train horn blowing. She
quickly ran and leapt off the branch catching her foot in the mud on
the fall. She struggled for a few moments desperately trying to pull
herself from the trap. She saw the dogs approaching her as she
pulled her leg out; she threw herself forward to give herself some
sort of head way. She ran as fast as her legs could move heading
towards the train. She made it out of the forest, but unknowingly
took a spill down a steep hill at the edge of the forest. The spill
helped her gain some head on her pursuers, but her tumble came to an
end against a fence. Once she hit the fence she jumped up and
grabbed onto the top and pulled herself over it, and again falling
into the mud. She quickly got up and ran towards the train tracks.
She focused her thoughts again as she raced towards the tracks.
"Got one." She smiled as she ran. Her would be captors took their go
at the fence as they watched their target take to the sky. Fearing
that she would escape one tracker fired 4 shots into the sky. The
first three missed but the last one caught her side. She lost her
standing in the sky as she felt the bullet hit her side. She closed
her eyes as she fell towards the earth. A few seconds later, she
fell through the top of a train car and landed on its floor.
Logan shot up in his bed, covered in sweat and shaking quite
a bit. He looked out the window to see the lightening flash
outside. Realizing that it had only been a dream he slowly got up
out of his bed and walked out of his room. He slowly walked down the
hallway taking in the peacefulness of the school at this hour.
Knowing that there were only a few souls awake, he made his way
towards the kitchen hoping to find something that might clear his
mind. He walked into the kitchen to find Scott sitting at a table
looking out the nook window. He appeared to be searching for
something in the night sky. Logan said nothing to him as he walked
in; it was Scott who spoke first.
"I keep thinking that if I wait here long enough, she'll come back."
Scott started, "What your excuse?"
"I don't need an excuse to be up." Logan retorted as he sat down at
the table with Scott.
"Somehow I think your inability to sleep has to do with Jean as
well." Scott replied as the Logan watched the lightening reflect in
Scott's Ruby Quartz glasses.
"Well, if it is or isn't, it's not your concern." Logan said, "And
would it kill someone to keep some beer here."
"This is a school, Logan." Scott huffed, "Did you come here to act
like a prick, or is there some higher purpose?"
"Maybe both." Logan said, "Or maybe I just couldn't sleep."
"Or maybe " Scott started but was interrupted by one of the students
walking into the room, "What is it Caleb?"
"There's someone at the door." The child said.
"Ok," Scott told him, "You can go back to the living room." Both
Scott and Logan got up from the table and made their way to the front
hall. As they made their way there they faintly heard a soft
knocking. Logan put his ability to use taking in the scent of the
"I smell blood." Logan said as he ran past Scott towards the front
door. The smell had gotten stronger as he reached the door, and so
had the storm. Logan opened the door and immediately caught the
knocker in his arms. Logan brushed the mess of mud and hair away
from the face to reveal the woman from Logan's dreams, "She's covered
in her own blood!" He panicked.
"Get her to the med lab." Scott said, "I'm going for the professor."
The two went their separate ways. Logan picked up the fallen
traveler and ran towards the elevators that would take him to the med
lab. Once there he laid her on a table, he lifted up her shirt to
find a large gun shot wound to her side. Looking at it, he was
immediately hit with the vision of what had happened in his dream.
"Who are you?" he whispered to the woman who was fighting to stay
conscious. Her eyes began to roll as she tried to speak.
"Alexis." She barely whispered, "Jason. Help them." She weakly
reached up and placed her hand on his cheek and tried desperately to
focus on something, but her efforts were in vein of the
unconsciousness over taking her. Just then, Scott and Charles rushed
"Logan this is Dr. Henry McCoy, he's going to take care of our guest
for the time being." Charles informed him as Hank began to check the
woman's vital stats.
"She," Logan hesitated for a moment trying to collect himself, "She
has a gun shot wound on her right side." Logan moved back to let the
doctor work, but he never let his eyes stray from her.
"Logan," The professor said as he moved towards him, "Do you know
"I've been having dreams about her on and off since I got back."
Logan replied as he watched Hank remove her shirt so he could wash
the wound on her side. As he pulled off her shirt a chain came off
around her neck and both were discarded to the ground. Logan walked
forward and picked up the chain. Logan swallowed hard when he
realized the tags on them were identical to the one's he had
discarded months earlier in Alkali Lake. The only differences were
the names and numbers on them.
"What's her name?" Scott asked. Logan was silent as he looked at
tags then at the woman.
"Her name is Felicia." Logan said.
Minutes turned into hours that Logan kept watch over this
woman. He tried so hard to figure out where this woman fit into his
past, or if she even did. Those hours turned into days that
Felicia's condition stayed critical and almost a week had passed
before Felicia had started to show any sign of recovery. Her eyes
fluttered open as bright lights came into her view. She tensed as
she tried to figure out where she had ended up.
"Felicia." A voice came from the other side of her.
"What happened?" She weakly asked as she slowly pushed her black hair
out of her face.
"That's what I was hoping you could tell me." The professor said to
her. She looked at him for a moment, and he gave her a baffled look.
"You're a telepath, why didn't you just read my mind?"
"Because I didn't have your permission," He replied. Felicia pushed
herself up and clutched her side, "You have a gun shot wound on your
"Lia! Jason!" She said as she panicked, "I have to get to them." She
swung her legs over the side and attempted to stand up. The
professor took her hand and helped her stand, "Oh GOD, they could be
dead already." Felicia started to panic more.
"Calm down." Charles assured her, "We'll find them." Felicia found
her clothing that had once been muddy were clean and folded on a
chair next to the back pack which she had carried. She looked at
them for a moment as she again focused her attention on something.
"There are so many here, finding the right one." Felicia said as she
searched the mansion for a mutant ability that would be right for
her. As she found the one that she needed, her eyes and face were
washed over with a look of disbelief, "It can't be."
"Is there something wrong?" Charles asked her. Felicia turned to him
and her wounds healed within seconds.
"He's... He's alive." Felicia whispered, "I thought it was a
"Logan is very much alive." Charles confirmed. Felicia limped over
to the chair where her clothes laid, then moved behind a curtain to
"Please take me to him." Felicia asked of the professor. The
professor nodded then lead the injured traveler out of the med lab.
A few minutes later Felicia and the Professor were on the
main levels. They walked off the elevator to and made their way down
a long hall way. Off in the distance a figure stalked towards
them. Felicia stopped in her tracks as she watched Logan come
closer. Tears of an unknown emotion began to stream down her face.
Once Logan came face to face with her, he took notice how much
shorter she was from his already short stature.
"How do you feel?" Logan asked. Felicia focused on him again; Logan
gave her a confused look, "Did you just tap into my power?"
"I did. I'll be just fine in time." Felicia half smiled.
"We have a lot to talk about."
"We do?" Felicia asked, "Because I've been under the impression you
"What made you think that?"
"Stryker." Felicia replied
"Felicia, I'm going to see if I can locate your children. I'll call
for you when I've found them." The professor told them before he left
"Let's go outside." Logan replied half confused
"I don't have a lot of time; I have to get back to Canada." Felicia
revealed as they walked out the front door.
"My children; our children have been taken by the remainder of
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