"Alkali Secrets" Chapter 4, Logan/OC [PG-13] X2
- "Alkali Secrets" Chapter 4, Logan/OC [PG-13] X2
Title: Alkali Secrets
author: Megan Ellyson (lilyanialeigh@...)
(brief) summary: Logan goes in search of more truth to his past and
heads back to Alaska. What he does not except to find is a mutant
with a familiar feel. Could she know about his past? Is there more
to Alkali Lake that meets the eye? He seeks an answer to what they
were doing at that facility.
Rating/warning & pairing (if applicable): PG-13
Feedback: Open to any feedback
Alkali Secrets - Chapter Four
Someone knocked on the door. The sound took Logan out of his half-
sleep trance like a rude alarm clock. He sat up and noticed that he
had fallen asleep on the bed with Medusa. She was still fast asleep
without any movement. He stumbled his way to the door. It opened a
little bit to reveal Scott Summers.
Scott was wearing his navy t-shirt with dark pants and his leather
overcoat that went down to his knees. His visor was more slender
than usual; the professor must have been working on a better model
again. "Logan," he started, "the professor needs you at the mansion."
"Oh really. Charley needs my help," Logan replied with his rough
voice from before returning. He stood in just a tank-top and his
tight-painted on blue jeans. His muscles bulged from each movement
of his breathing and standing here. His belt buckle shined in the
light from the room.
"Come on Logan. I don't have time for this. The professor needs to
see you at the mansion now. I have the Blackbird and we need to go
Logan rolled his eyes. He wanted more answers to what he is and how
he became that way. Why would the professor need him back at the
mansion? He went away because of Jean's death and what happened
between him and Stryker.
Scott looked at Logan wishing he would hurry up. He did not care to
be with Logan too long. They had never got along and now it was even
worse for them considering the accident of Alkali Lake. Nothing was
ever going to be the same without her. She was his life and
everything about him.
"Logan, we need to go now." Scott demanded.
"Hold your horses, Cy," Logan said with a sarcastic tone echoing
through the air. "I just need to get something."
Scott walked in and look towards the bed to find the fiery haired
woman lying asleep. "Friend of yours?" He asked with a harsh tongue.
Logan went over to where Medusa lied and shook her awake. She
started to stir, her eyes slowly opened and Logan caught another
glimpse of those emerald eyes that would hypnotize any man. She
looked serene even in her waking. She stretched her arms and quickly
her spines extended from her arms. She had caught the scent and saw
Scott. She was frightened until Logan interrupted her fears.
"Come on," Logan said grabbing his jacket. "We are leaving."
Scott turned his head at Logan. "We are taking her?"
Medusa spines submerged into her skin and lowered her head. "I
understand. Logan, I will stay here. I had better start looking for
a new town for a job. I terribly screwed up the last one."
"No," Logan snapped back quickly. "I am sure the professor came help
you, so you are going."
"Logan," Scott started.
"Scott, we are taking her," Logan argued back and started out the
Medusa grabbed her blanket and walked after him, not wanting to be
in the same room alone with Scott. She walked beside Logan and did
not know what to say to him. He had more or less forced her way to
see this `professor' he had talked about. Could he really help her
find her past? Or would he lead her back to the emptiness that
echoes through her mind already?
Medusa had not really seen Logan be so forceful since the bar. He
had calmed when he was around just her. Why was that? From the scent
and feeling that she got off Scott, he did not believe Logan would
Scott followed behind them both. He was not sure what to think of
this new mutant that Logan had befriended. He could not even imagine
Logan befriending anyone. Logan was not the friendliest of guys in
Scott's mind. It was a stretch for him to be civilized towards him.
"I have to get my bike," Logan said walking back towards the motel
room. He was back to being the silent rough-neck since Scott was in
his way again. He was hoping to find answers, not be summoned back
to the mansion for a reason that he did not even know.
Logan grabbed the handlebars of his bike and walked it back to where
Scott and Medusa had stopped for him. If it was up to Scott, he
wouldn't have stopped. Medusa was the one who waited for Logan. She
had never met another mutant, and she did not know what to do about
her situation now. It was just better for her to wait for the one
person she has some trust in.
They walked through the woods into a clearing big enough to hold the
Blackbird. Scott turned off the stealth on the plane and it showed
its truth form. Medusa was stunned at the size and structure of it.
The opening lowered and Scott trudged up into the plane. Logan
looked at Medusa and headed up the opening with the motorcycle.
Medusa questioned going up into the Blackbird. She looked back at
the remaining lights of the only place she knew as home for the past
years. Did she want to leave behind all that she knew to find her
true past and know what happened to her? Was what happened to her
"Are you coming?" Logan questioned from the opening hatch.
Medusa's eyes caught his chocolate eyes. She felt a trust there that
she could only dream about. He would protect her, she was sure of
it. But what was he to protect her from is the question that she
chose to leave unanswered.
She slowly took the biggest steps known to her towards the inside of
the Blackbird. Her hair flew wildly in the air as she walked. The
wind seemed to push her to a new adventure into the unknown.
Scott shut the hatch as Logan and Medusa took their seats.
"You might want to buckle up," Scott said with a dull tone.
Logan leaned over to Medusa and whispered, "Relax."
The Blackbird began to rise into the air and start off towards its
home. Medusa was worried and frightened, but hopefully she would get
over that by the time it was all over. Her heart rose and fell which
each heavy breath she took. Relaxing was something that was harder
to do than anything for her.