The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
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Author's Chapter Notes:
See? I didn't leave y'all hanging off that cliff too long. :)
She didn’t see him raise the gun but she heard the click of the safety. It wasn’t that she actually though she could get away or was foolish enough to believe that her movements would make him miss. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to just lay there on the ground and make shooting her easy. At the click she rolled over onto her knees so even if she didn’t get away at least she wouldn’t see the bullet coming.
She heard yelling and other jumbled up noises that she was too scared to even try to process but it sounded like a conniption going on behind her. It was impossible to believe the soldiers were thrown off and frantic just by her feeble attempt to escape. But she didn’t have a hole in the back of her head and she wasn’t going to waste that small miracle. She moved to push up to her feet but never made it.
A half developed scream came out of her as a huge, unrelenting band wrapped around her waist and hauled her up off the floor. This time they lifted her whole body completely up in the air, she came down a short second later, her chest bent over something that knocked all her breath out. She had to close her eyes against the dizziness brought on by her world flying and bouncing around her. It didn’t help that she was moving fast, running. Not her, her legs were dangling mid air, bumping against something hot and hard.
Her eyes flew open. “Wolverine!”
He growled as she yelled in his ear and she supposed she should have felt sorry for his sensitive hearing. She wasn’t. All she cared about was that it was his strong shoulder pressing hard under her breasts and his thick arm wrapped like a vice around her waist.
“Ya okay!” She declared through the bouncing. He didn’t answer her and that only made her smile.
The noise around them became faint back ground noise as far as she was concerned. She was too happy that neither one of them was dead yet to worry about silly things like their surroundings. So she barely heard the high pitched whistle before she was being thrown. She landed with a painful bounce behind some stacked crates. Wondering what the hell was going on she sat up but was quickly forced back down by Wolverine’s impossible weight falling on top of her. She couldn’t help but cry out feeling her ribs nearly give out under his frame.
“Get off,” she grunted out a plea.
He immediately rolled off her but took her with him as he pressed his back against a crate. She squirmed a bit, trying to find a comfortable position in his lap but his arm around her pulled her flush against his chest, stopping her moments. She didn’t notice until then how hard he was breathing. Deep breathes that were rocking her back and forth against his chest.
“Ya okay?” This time she asked, carefully sliding her hand down the soft hair on his bare chest. His face was turned away from her, obviously listening to the dangerous world waiting just behind the crates. She, however, was complete focused on him and his blue eyes darting around even though he never moved his head.
“Wolverine…” she prompted.
“Quiet!” He snapped, still with his head turned away.
She immediate closed her mouth. For the first time she noticed that both sets of his claws here out. Had he really had them out this whole time? If that was the case how did he manage not to so much as slice her pinky finger off in all their rolling around? She couldn’t help herself, she slowly reached out and land her hand carefully on his that was pressed to the ground. His head whipped around to her and nearly knocked her in the face but she managed to move her head back. He didn’t move his hand away.
The metal under her palm was at least twice as hot as his skin. “Are ya okay?” She repeated again, watching his eyes very closely. Now that his breathing was starting to slow she could feel the slight tremble in him.
“We can do this,” she whispered as she took his face in her hands. “We’re so close, sugah. Ah know we’re dyin’ a little bit here, but we are close. Ya gotta believe that.”
He didn’t, she could tell by the look in his eyes. “Don’t do this ta me. Don’t give up on me now, Wolv---”
“Wolverine.” They both turned their heads at the sound of Colonel Sie voice floating from somewhere in the war zone beyond the crates.
“Wolverine, I know you have the female,” Sie talked. Wolverine narrowed his eyes but she buried her face in his neck. She really didn’t want to hear whatever garbage was going to spew out of the bastard’s mouth. “Bring me the female, Wolverine, and you will not be punished for any of this.”
She clung to him tighter.
“Bring her to me,” Sie went on. “Mutants are hunted outside of these walls, Wolverine, you know that. You’ve been out there, you’ve seen it. I protect you. With us you are safe. Do not let her ruin the life you have made. She is just using you. Surely you must see that.”
She pushed back just enough to see his face. “Ah’m not,” she quickly tried to assure him. “Ah’m not, ya gotta believe me. Ah mean, Ah need ya help, but ah’m not using you. Not like him!”
Wolverine’s eyes moved to look at her but his head remained still.
“Wolverine!” Sie yelled, making him flinch and look back away. “Wolverine, bring her to me now! You will not disobey after all I have done for you!”
“What has he done,” she snapped, still whispering. “Thrown ya a steak every now and then? Use ya for God damn weapons tests? He’s scared of ya, sugah. He wouldn’t be tryin’ ta bargain with ya otherwise.”
Wolverine wouldn’t look at her again and she swallowed down a fresh lump of fear. They had no guaranteed companionship between them, she wasn’t sure he was completely on her side. But she thought he was. She thought they had worked some kind of forced bond between then two of them. Now that she was looking at his face, how hard he was concentrating on Sie she wasn’t so sure.
She relaxed into him, letting her head fall back onto his sweet glistened shoulder. If he was going to give her up then he was going to give her up. She wasn’t going to fight him too. Didn’t even want to. All that she could do was fully put her trust in him and hope that if he wasn’t convinced of her end of the bond that it would do it for him.
“Split up!” Sie’s next command. She really hoped he wasn’t talking to Wolverine still. “Find them!”
“If we can get ta a truck,” she whispered in Wolverine’s ear. “We might be able ta get outta here. Drive right ova anyone that tries ta stop us.”
She had his attention then and she couldn’t help but smile at him. “Yeah, sugah. We can do this. Think we can manage ta get ta a truck?”
He eased her off his lap and moved to kneel on his knees. He pushed up just high enough to be able to look above the crates. She assumed he was looking for said truck, at least she hoped so. She crawled along the floor to the end of the line of crate and peered around the edge of it. No truck, just soldiers standing around, looking paranoid, firearms at the ready.
“Four soldiers to tha right,” she whispered to him. He looked down at her surprised. Whether he was surprised that there were four soldiers still standing or that there were only four soldiers she couldn’t tell. Hopefully he wasn’t surprised by her trying to help.
“At least ten ahead,” he replied, ducking back down. It was the first time she wasn’t happy to hear him speak. “Probably more.”
“Probably,” she reluctantly agreed as she crawled back over to him. “Any trucks near by?”
He shook his head.
She really took a second to look at him then. He didn’t look so good to say the least. Sweat and blood smearing all over his chest, his skin was a disturbing shade of yellowish-gray and his eyes… She took his chin in her hands and gently pulled his face closer to her. His eyes were cloudy and still constantly shifting.
“Ya not okay,” she stated with certainty, not able to keep the worry out of her voice. He shook his head again and his clawed hand came up and gently wrapped around her wrist, removing her hand away from him.
And then suddenly he was gone. She gawked in surprise. It wasn’t very often that a big man disappeared in front of her eyes without even a puff of smoke. She looked around, finding no trace of him. Then screaming started again, seemingly louder than ever before. She jumped up to her feet.
Wolverine was fighting a group of soldiers, six of them with more running over. He was moving slowly, too slowly. They were getting good hits in and it was all she could do not to scream as several of them risked their fellow servicemen and fired. She kept quiet, though, because the claws were working and doing their thing. Soldiers were dropping in front of him and flying off, crashing into the sides of planes.
She knew she couldn’t waste the time he was buying. He was being a decoy. All the soldiers within ear shot were trying to take him down; she had to go find a truck.
Studying the hanger she finally caught sight of one. It was behind a good size plane and Wolverine and the soldiers, unfortunately, but it looked like it was a hummer. So it could with stand a bit of gun fire, she was thinking. She had to get over there.
Moving out from behind the crates she tried to stay in as much of a crotch as possible as she walked. She didn’t have any military training or even particularly strong thigh muscles as it turned out because she couldn’t keep up like that for long and collapses back down to the floor. She pulled herself along the ground until she was tucked behind a standing tool box. No one noticed her, evidently, but she waited a few seconds to be sure. Really, she just was trying to rest her legs and catch her breath.
Before she could get up something knocked the tool box into her. She grunted then clasped her hands over her mouth to cover her scream when a soldier’s body came tumbled over the top of it and landing right in front of her. She steadied herself and gave a fleeting look over the side of the tool box in Wolverine’s direction. He had a very unusual and disturbing talent at throwing bodies at her. He was also down to one knee and still had three soldiers running at him.
“Shit,” she swore and pushed to her feet. Stepping over the body she broke out into a run, not wanting to waste time with that damn foolish monkey running again. She veered farther to the left than necessarily but she didn’t want to run right past the soldiers and Wolverine. She was just ducking under the plane when she heard his torn roar. Her head jerked around. He was on all fours, two soldiers standing above him, their rifles pointed down directly at his back.
Her feet were moving her before she could think better of it. She got to them in record time and she had her hand flatten against the closet soldier’s face before she could even switch her skin on. But it quickly flared into life and must have sensed her fear because it ripped into the soldier before his partner even knew she was there.
He noticed his friend’s agonized scream though and lifted his rifle to fire. She dropped her hand and moved to back away but the soldier never got a shot out. One set of claws flew upward and embedded themselves in his abdomen. He gagged once then dropped own beside his other colleagues.
Wolverine started to drop as well.
“No!” She jumped to the ground and caught him. Because of his weight, however, she didn’t manage a catch so much as let him fall against her. She was trying to prop him up against her side but he was uncooperative and his skin was even more soaked with sweat so she couldn’t get a firm hold.
“Come on, big guy,” she urged, “Work with me, sugah, tha trucks right ova there!”
He grunted and the claws slid in but his body didn’t move.
“There!”
It was Sie. And she didn’t know she had started crying until she couldn’t see anything past Wolverine’s hair in her face as his head fell forward onto her chest.
“Damn it! What are you all waiting for, him to heal?! Open fire!”
Wolverine’s whole weight fell against her, burying her body beneath his own. At first she thought he had collapsed but then his hand came up and settled on the back of her head, tucking her more firmly under him. She held on tight as the popping sounded all around them. He jerked against her a few times and she let the tears fall even harder knowing he was being hit. And then his hand against her head went limp.
“No,” she mumbled into his chest. He didn’t move. “No.no.no.no.no” On and on she repeated as she gently forced his body off of hers. His eyes were closed and bullets hit him again. He didn’t jerk.
“No!” She screamed this time and used every ounce of her strength to pull them both along the ground. Closer to the truck. She had to get them to the truck. He would heal. She just had to get him up the truck and drive out of this place even if she had to ram through a closed hanger door to do it.
She had to stop dragging them both, though, when all her power was ripped out from under her. She screamed as pain seized up her whole body. Her calf felt like it was burning right off the bone from being struck by white lightening. She looked down, her leg was coated in blood and she could see the tip of the actual bone poking through.
Her whole body shaking did nothing to help her move the metal encased man along the hanger floor but she had to find a way to keep from going in shock, to push it back till later. So she had been shot. It didn’t matter, she had to get them out of there.
But her arm gave out under her and Wolverine mass immediately pinned her to the ground. She whimpered and opened her eyes to find the belly of a plane above them. They were so close. She’d gotten them to the plane. The truck was just behind it. She tried to push both their bodies up but she couldn’t use her shattered leg for leverage anymore. She pushed and pushed but her arm just didn’t have the strength to lift them both anymore if ever and she could do nothing but fall back down and let his body cover her.
She managed to wrap a hand around his arm before everything flashed red and then went black.