Author's Chapter Notes:
Hi all,
I am sorry for the long gap. I had some depression hit me hard with this chapter and not sure why. Took me longer to get it done but it's here.

I hope you all enjoy the update and I am working hard on the next two updates.

WARNING: Make-Up Sexual Content...

This is what happened in the aftermath of the last Wolverine attack.

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Boat House
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
2:00 P.M.

Logan soundly slept on his back after the attack of the animal. He dreamt but once again, they weren’t dreams but his memories broken free. This time they came in not in flashes, but scenes, staying for extended periods like individual movies. Certain scenes stayed longer than others; he couldn’t grasp why. He began to remember little details; like the vehicle he drove belonged to Kayla and she let him drive it. He had no idea that she liked to let him drive it to feed his primal need to be in control of his environment. It really only fed his ego. He worked for DCLC, Drummond Canadian Lumber Company. Logan recalled how he loved kissing the mysterious school teacher he now knew as, Kayla Silverfox; he just hated to do it in front of the guys at the job. He remembered they were always buying new sheets and mattresses but not how many times they had. If it wasn’t for the rough sex, it was for the nights of nightmares and the bed getting shredded. The memory flashed to when he was standing there stacking wood for another ordered shipment. Logan recalled the scene where he turned down Stryker. He remembered that government types smelled, but the two that he smelled, smelled like Lysol and ammonia, basically like shit. He remembered that he felt like he didn’t want to tell Kayla about Stryker being in the neighborhood, but he couldn’t resist telling her anything. She was in danger if Stryker was around. He tried to sooth her fears by telling her that he turned him down.

Then he saw red as his memory went to moments before Kayla’s death and he couldn’t get beyond the color. The memory film continued to play tinted red… He remembered that Kayla would be on the road coming to pick him up… Saw the panic in his eyes and then the marks Victor scratched on the hood. He saw himself as he held her, dead in his arms, and before he could roar his pain again, suddenly, he woke up. He’d startled himself awake, sat up, unable to believe he’d just startled himself awake, but he had. Hadn’t done so in a very long time. When the fogginess of his mind cleared, Logan wondered where Marie disappeared to. Her side of the bed had been made up to look like he’d slept alone. He searched his mind, but the last thought of her he had, was of watching the movie of his past with her. He remembered seeing the death of his one-time lover and then his fight with Victor. When he tried to go beyond the fight, his memory went to black. He tried to sniff the air in the room and didn’t like what he smelled. Salt water, sweat, and semen lingered in the air. Sex, had they done it before he fell asleep? Logan wasn’t sure. Next, a shower. Then he’d go find Marie, and food, maybe in that order. It depended on which he found first. He got up, hit the shower, and cleaned up. He toweled his hair and wrapped a towel low around his hips.

When Logan came out of the bathroom something cornflower blue under her side of the bed caught his attention. He bent down and picked up the item to discover a ripped pair of Marie’s sleeping shorts. They were violently torn down one side and the crotch was ripped as well. He didn’t like the look of them. He usually didn’t rip Marie’s clothing unless he asked because he knew better than to rip her expensive clothing. Whatever they’d done, it had been rough and then his memory flashed back to the first time they had started watching the film. He’d attacked her then too, but this time he didn’t smell blood like he had before. Something wasn’t right… He could feel it, but he had no memory of what happened and Marie was missing. He ripped off the towel around his waist and went naked to his dresser for a clean pair of jeans. Then to the closet for an Army Green undershirt before he put his socks and boots on. He dressed so fast that he didn’t notice that Marie had left his dog tags on top of his dresser…


The Stables
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
1:45 P.M.

Marie rested a half an hour after she saw Charles. When she woke, her stomach growled. She felt emotionally and physically drained even though she’d had a little nap. So, she went down to the kitchen and made a quick peanut butter and strawberry preserves sandwich. Wrapped it up in a paper towel and stuck it in the pocket of the cardigan sweater she’d slipped on. Then she grabbed a small bottle of milk from the refrigerator and a few apples from the bowl on the counter for her pocket. She went from there to the stables to visit Gandalf. She jokingly thought of him as her therapist. The stable doors were closed and locked up so, she went in the side door and through the office. The stables were kept locked so that the students couldn’t go inside without adult supervision. She walked to the other end of the stables and Gandalf had his backside to the door. He was looking out the window on the other side. The large dark gray horse flicked his white tail at a fly and continued to look out the window.

“Heya sugah,” Marie called in a low soothing voice.

Gandalf immediately backed his head out of the window and turned his head to look behind him. When he saw that it was Marie at the gate eating an apple, he turned and ambled to her. He brought his nose over the gate. She gently stroked his nose as he began sniffing around her to find where she had her treats hidden.

“Heya old man, ah bet you wanna have one of these,” she teased and took another bite of her apple.

He nodded his head up and down; his white mane flitted in the air.

“You do huh. Okay, here ya go big guy.”

Marie pulled one of the apples out of her pocket and held it out to him in her palm. His big lips went over it and it tickled before his teeth took it from her hand. He made a quick few chomps of it before it was gone. She took a seat on a couple of stacked hay bales outside of his gate and ate her lunch. When she finished, she wrapped up the apple core for the composter bin just outside Ororo’s greenhouse and grabbed the soft brush out of the tack room.


“How about a brush down?” She asked the powerful, gentle creature.

Gandalf nodded his head again. So she opened the gate, slipped inside, made sure she closed it, and he brought his head down to the pocket of her cardigan. He obviously smelled more apples. She hugged his neck and then moved to his side. He wouldn’t let her start until she’d given him another apple because he would keep tugging on her sweater.

“Okay silly, you can have the last one,” she said and held up another apple.

That pocket was now empty, but he smelled apple… But what he smelled was her apple core wrapped up in her other pocket. He wouldn’t stop picking at her sweater pocket.

“What, what is it? Ah’m all out of apples, sugah. He turned towards her and on the opposite side of her he began to pick at her other pocket.

“You want mah apple core?”

Gandalf nodded yes with his massive head. She gave him the apple core and he snapped it right up. Marie could tell he was satisfied with the core. She supposed he was happy now that he had divested her of all the apples on her person. Bringing a bag of apples next time seemed to be a good idea if she was going to have another therapy session with the overly large horse. She began to brush his back with the soft brush and something about the large sweeping motions on the hide just made her open up.

“Oh sugah, ah’m glad ah can talk to you. Ah just don’t know what to do. You know Logan right?” He nodded and she continued. “Well, Logan and ah are gonna be getting married in a couple years and ah don’t know if we’re gonna make it that far.”

He shook his head low as if he were sad. Then he went bent his head down to his bucket of oats and started eating.


“Ah know, big guy. Ah thought that watchin’ the movie about his past would be good for us, but so far, it’s drivin’ us apart and he don’t know it. Well, it’s the animal side of him that’s drivin’ us apart, ah think. Ah know ah love both sides of him and ah wanna support him, but it ain’t easy gettin’ attacked every time we watch more of the film, ya know?”

Gandalf lifted his head from the bucket, nodded yes, and gave a nose clearing snort to the hay below him. She slowly stroked him until she finished one side and moved to his front. She went around under his head and started to brush his other side, because you never walk behind a horse. You could end up getting kicked or worse. Marie found a steady rhythm in her movements that seemed to please them both.

“Ah wish ah could tell him everything, ya know?” He nodded yes. “But Charles told meh it would be bad to do that.”

She finished brushing him and an idea hit her.

“How would you like to go for a slow ride?”

Gandalf looked over his shoulder and back at her. He nodded and whinnied.

“You would, would you? Well, let me go find you a saddle and we’ll go, okay big guy?”

He nodded yes and then went to the wall outside his stall, picked up his bridle, and bit from the wall. Gandalf brought it to her.

“Okay, well, that’s one item down, sugah.”

She put the bit in his mouth and he put his head down for her. She slipped the reins and top of the bridle over his head. Then Marie left the stall to put the brush back, got the saddle, and blanket out of the tack room. Before she went back to Gandalf, she unlocked and opened the stable door on one side. Once she had him saddled, she walked him out of the stall and led him next to giant stacks of hay. She held the reins as she climbed up on top of some of the bales. They were stacked high enough that she was able to mount Gandalf’s back. With her feet in the stirrups, she slowly walked him outside. Then she turned back and pushed the stable door closed. No one would notice right away that it was undone because most people came in from the opposite side where the office was. After all that work, she slowly walked him off into the woods. Once there, she walked him off the path into the trees.


Headmaster’s Office
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
3:00 P.M.

By three o’clock Logan hadn’t found Marie yet and it began to worry him. He thought that maybe she was purposefully going out of her way to avoid him. He didn’t blame her, if the tattered sleeping shorts were any indication of what happened, he’d run too if he were her. He asked around and no one had seen her directly; he smelled the truth in their answers. So, where was she? He finally caved and decided to go see Charles in his office. Logan didn’t have to knock because he’d telepathically told him to enter. He hated it when he did that.

“Logan, come in. What can I do for you on this cheerful Spring Saturday?”

“Cut the crap, Chuck, where’s Marie?” He inquired as he sat in the chair directly across the desk from Charles.

“I have no idea where she is.”

“I can smell her on you… Have you seen her?”

“Yes, I have,” Charles put away the papers he had been reading back in the file they came from.

“When?”

“Oh, some time ago, around one, this afternoon.”


Charles could see that something was troubling the man seated across the desk from him.

“I have an hour or so free if you need to talk,” he offered.

“How did she seem?”

“She was upset but I brought her around. I counseled her as best I could and gave her a hug before I left to join Moira for a late lunch,” Charles had seen Logan flinch when he told him that Marie had been upset.

“Did she say what she was upset about?”

“I can’t tell you that Logan. You’ll have to talk to her. I cannot betray her confidence.”

“Bullshit!” Logan yelled as he jumped up out of the chair and began to pace.

“Logan, language!” Charles yelled back.

“Sorry. Look, somethin’ happened this mornin’ while we were watchin’ the film and I can’t remember what happened right before I ended up asleep in bed. I gotta know what happened so I can make it right.”

He hated to do what he was about to do, but he thought it was best for the couple, at least for a couple days.

“Logan, Marie requires some time alone to think. Like you went off that night you found out about your family and left her behind. She needs time to process what’s happening between you.”

“What the hell? What did I do to her,” he asked with a concerned horrified look on his face.

“Just like you need time to process what you have seen and unleashed in your mind. You must allow her this time or risk losing everything that you both have built together.”


Logan took a few minutes and tried to process what Charles was saying. He hadn’t prohibited him from seeing her, but she needed time apart from him. Okay, fine, he’d give her space for a while. Then he remembered the other reason he came to see Charles.

“What can you tell me about Kayla Silverfox?” He asked as he returned to the seat in front of Xavier’s desk.

“I cannot tell you what you wish to know. You must continue on with the footage and unlock the information for yourself, Logan.”

“What is this BS again? I thought I told you not to keep anything from me?”

“I cannot begin to tell you how unbelievably close you are to unleashing the rest of your history. I will say this, when you watch the motion picture again, the animal inside you will be testing the thresholds of your control.”

“I know that, Chuck.”

“No Logan, you don’t. He will test you beyond what you thought you could handle. You might even lose total control.”

“I see. You don’t want me to watch the flick with Marie anymore…”

“I’m not saying that. You need her support. However, what I am suggesting is this… I propose that I come to the boat house and help you get through it.”

“How?”

“I can help you gain control of the animal if your control weakens. I would also propose to you that today, if you wish, we can work on instituting a foundation to build upon inside your mind. Maybe even help you process and sort your memories, compartmentalize them, clear out of the cobwebs, so to speak.”

“Yeah, I suppose I could use a little spring cleaning up there. I would like to find Marie first, but you said she needed time. So, let’s get it over with and then I can go find her.”

“Deal, we should be finished before the students get requested to come for dinner.”

Logan stood and went to the long couch in Xavier’s office and made himself comfortable. Charles followed a few seconds after. He took the seat that Logan had vacated and moved it close to the head of the couch. He sat and leaned forward to Logan’s rested head.

“Now, just relax, my friend.”
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