Primal Urges

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Part Nine

The smell of forest green….

The feel of a cold breeze across her skin…

The stench of sweat and death…

'Oh, Goddess...'

Ororo feels herself being carried deep into the woods, 'Where am I going? And who am I with?'

She tries to open her eyes, but they seem to be welded shut. She tries to speak, but her voice is restricted.

'What has happened to me? Logan?'

The air changes…it becomes stale and dank. The sounds around her are muffled like she has entered a tunnel.

'Maybe I can find out what is going on soon…'

The battered goddess is flung on a mat in a corner…she reaches up to her face and discovers a blindfold. Quickly pulling it off, Ororo focuses her gaze and sees a large figure moving around the spacious room. It picks up something, coming back to her…attaching something to her neck.

“That’ll keep ya’ tame…” it says, moving back to the table. Her eyes are beginning to focus better…letting her see the person that brought her here.

“Sabretooth…” Ororo hisses as he spins around to look at her, walking back over to bend down and stare into
her eyes.

“I see that yer awake…good, don’t want an unresponsive frail…” he says in a lust-laden voice. Victor takes a claw and runs it down her cheek, leering at her. She spits at him and he lashes out by striking her across the face. Ororo falls back, trying to build up her power…but it’s blocked and she almost faints with the effort.

Creed laughs, “Mutant inhibitor…ya’ won’t be able to use ya’ powers in here, Storm!”

The monstrous mutant stands again, walking over to the table covered with assorted stakes and chains. “Ya’ know, I’ve been dreamin’ of a way ta’ kill Logan…have tried too many damn times. We’re too evenly matched…I’m sorry ta’ say.” Lust-filled eyes turn back to look at her glaring daggers at him. “Now, I’ve realized that the best way ta’ get him is through his weakness...which has always been the frails.” Her eyes still glare at him and Creed snorts, “Now, don’t be like that…ya’ll enjoy ya’ time here.” The disoriented Nubian looks around the cave…there are a few lights showing the scarceness of furniture in here, a large table and a couple of chairs sit in the middle of cave. Ororo looks down at the dilapidated mat she was thrown on…'the place smells like death...'

“How will I do that?” she asks low, getting a chuckle from him. Creed picks up a set of chains and comes back over to her. He takes her hand and she tries to fight him off…her nails scratching his skin. The feral backhands her, drawing blood, “I heal fast, too, bitch…but I wouldn’t do that again!” he says menacingly.

Clamping a cuff around one hand, Creed repeats the act to the other. Now that her hands are chained, Sabretooth pulls the length of chain between the cuffs up so that it pulls her arms over head…leaving her vulnerable to him. He attaches the chain to a post on the floor, smiling viciously.

“What do you plan to do with me?” Ororo asks and he laughs again.

“What do I plan? Well, let me tell ya’…and ya’ gotta get close for this.” Creed grips her by the collar, pulling her near his face. Before he speaks, he runs his tongue across her lips. Ororo spits at him, earning her a bite on the cheek. She yelps as blood streams down her face from the puncture marks, but refuses to give another sound.

“I plan to make ya’ forget that Logan exists…I plan to fuck ya’ within an inch of ya’ life.” He sees her eyes widen as he smiles sardonically, “I’d like to see Logan want ya’ after that…ya’ll be my frail from now on…”
Ororo looked as if she would faint from the words he said, but then the whole situation strikes her as funny and she laughs…hysterically.

Victor Creed can take a lot of things, but laughter is not one of them…he clenches his fists and then he decks her, across her face. More blood comes spurting out her mouth, but the laughter continues. She looks at him coldly, “All of this because you have an inferior complex with Logan…too afraid that he’s more man than you.”

She spits out the extra blood before continuing, “What you fail to see is that you’ll never win…he will always be better than you. He’s not an oversized, disgusting, rank, worthless piece of refuse that feels that the only way he can be a man is by trying to destroy another one.”

“Shut up…” he warns, but she continues…not willing to stop.

“No matter what is done here today…I will never be your “frail”. I wouldn’t want you even if I were dead…”
“Shut up, bitch!” Creed says louder and she delivers her final blow.

“Logan only chooses to be the beast…you are a beast!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” he screams as he rushes her, raining punches against her face and gut. Blood shooting everywhere, her head flops from side to side. “No one talks to me like that…especially no bitch of Logan’s!” Ororo can barely open her eyes now, but she tries to lift her head to spit on him again only for him to grab her by the neck.

“Now…let’s see if ya’ can handle a real man…”

“Show…me…one…” she gasps out and he growls at her. Creed grips the front of her shirt, ripping the material down. The enraged feral scratches her chest while tearing open her bra, causing her to wince in pain. Ripping it away from her, he grabs a breast…squeezing cruelly. Ororo kicks and squirms, the fear rising within her…wanting to get him away, but it’s no use. The chains have her arms immobilized and he rests his thighs on her legs to keep her from moving anymore.

“Good…I like it rough…” he snarls as he rips off his coat and shirt.

“Bastard!” Ororo screams with him hitting her again.

“Stay the fuck still!” Creed growls as he tries to grasp her legs, but she’s able to get one lucky shot in…hitting him in the crotch. Howling, he slashes her across her chest…four nasty gashes leaking blood when he’s done.

“Now see what ya’ did…I marked up the pretty lady!” the salicous mutant smirks as he gets up to grab another set of chains. “Never had this much trouble gettin’ laid before…” he mumbles as he takes what he needs. Suddenly, Ororo realizes that she has no way out…no one knows where she is and she can’t out fight him. The weather goddess steels herself…I will not show him fear!

Her inner beast struggles to continue to fight, but he grabs one leg…placing a chain on it, then driving the attached post into the ground. Creed grabs the other one, doing the same…driving the other end a distance away so that her legs are spread eagle. He then tears the pants off of her and she squirms more earnestly. Dirty hands crudely rub his dick through his pants as he leers at the naked woman pinned to the ground in front of him.

“I’m gonna enjoy every second of this…”

He drops his pants, freeing his engorged shaft to her and she moans desperately.

“No…” Ororo whispers, “Please…”

“That’s what I wanna hear…” The blond mutant drops to his knees, letting his hands run over her naked skin. Her skin crawls at his touch as she fights tears when she feels those hands creep up her thighs towards her woman’s center. First, one finger and then another are jammed into her and Ororo cries out in pain.

“That’s it…I need to hear it,” he croons as he pumps his oversized fingers in and out her core…his thumb scratching her nub painfully. Tears flow, but she forces herself to take it…Ororo draws on all the will she has to keep herself silent, her body tensing with the horror that she’s experiencing.

'Dear Goddess, keep me strong….do not let him win…'

Victor looks up at her, wondering why she isn’t making any more noise. He drives his fingers into her, drawing blood as his claws scratch her inside…growling that she isn’t making a sound.

“You’ll scream, bitch, you’ll give me what I want…I can do this all day and all night…”

She stares at him, praying to the Bright Lady that her suffering can end...but it seems as if the Trickster is still at work. Creed moves over her, placing himself at her torn center. “Now, time for the fun part…” and he drives into her brutally. 'Fuck, she’s tight…it feels so good…' his febble mind processes as he concentrates on how good this is feeling. The first few thrusts are indescribable…way better than he could possibly imagine, so much so that he thrusts faster. Creed mindlessly drives into her, realizing that she’s dry…he pulls back out to use his own seed to lubricate himself before ramming back into her. Ororo bites her lips hard…enough to draw blood. The crazed feral begins to pound into her, his claws digging into her hips…making blood trails that run into the dirt on the cave floor, his mind flying with the pleasure he’s getting.

Ororo closes her eyes, willing herself into another place…somewhere he can’t touch her anymore, somewhere she can fly free. Soon, the battered X-Man knows nothing of what is happening to her body…the Goddess finally answers her.

Creed senses the change in the woman he is hammering away at…her body going limp instead of the ridged feeling he was enjoying. To try to get to her, he leans down to whisper in her ear, “I know ya’ like this…Logan don’t have anywhere near the skills I have in fuckin’ a woman…” and as an emphasis on his statement, he withdraws to drive back into her…harder and more brutally than he has done until now. He waits for a response….receiving none. Growling, he lifts her hips to piston into her…specifically to get some kind of reaction.

Nothing…

The raging beast continues to ram into the weather goddess, trying to make her scream…make her do something, anything! Creed can feel his release coming, his body tensing…imaging that he sees her body reacting favorably. He thrusts harshly until he emits a thunderous roar, his seed shooting into her violently…Ororo remains passive. As Creed regains his composure, his healing factor kicks in as he prepares to attack her sensitive center once more. Sabretooth changes tactics by gripping her breasts, biting hard on the tips to try to gain some sort of reaction …and still no sound. He lifts up, slapping her across the face, “Scream, bitch…I’m gonna make you scream!”

Hour after hour passes with him either hitting her, fucking her, or both…wanting to feel what he did at the first penetration. Ororo withdraws completely into the little world the Bright Lady creates for her…waiting for the torture to cease. After a while, he decides that he needs a rest…pounding into a limp body is no longer any fun, so he pulls out…getting up and walking over to the table to grab a bottle of water. The blond beast gulps it down as he looks back down at her…'damn, she is a tasty fuck!'

He walks back over to her, noticing the blood running from her nose and her breathing very shallow. Still determined to get some kind of rise out of her, he leans into her ear, whispering… “Let’s see if he likes my smell down there…”



Logan has started prowling in the mansion, his heart convulsing with the knowledge of what Creed is doing to Ororo. 'Hold on, darlin’…stay strong…I’m comin’!'

He hears the doors open to Cerebro, the Professor wheeling out so he rushes over to him, “Did ya’ find ‘er?”
Xavier looks up at him and his eyes say it all. Logan growls, his hands clench as his claws emerge. “Logan, I was able to find a general area…just south of the road where you encountered Mystique.” He sees the animal raging and he grabs Logan’s arm. “I know what you are feeling…”

“No…ya’ don’t…ya’ ain’t got no fuckin’ idea what I’m feelin’ or thinkin’!” he returns.

“Yes, I do…I know you love her.”

Logan blinks, saying nothing. Xavier stares at him, “You need to think this out…you can’t just rush in there. You don’t know if he’s alone or he’s with Stryker!” Logan still stares at him, but relents. He jerks his arm away, turning back into the Danger Room…sliding the door closed behind him. Xavier sighs, heading back down the hall into the debriefing room where Jean and Hank are still working the network satellites.

“Have you pinpointed anything?” the elder mutant asks. Hank answers, staring intently at the screen, “We think we have found Stryker’s base of operations…it’s back at Alkali Lake.” Jean stiffens, but continues, “We have seen a lot of activity there, but no Sabretooth.”

“He must have ducked into a cave on the way there…” supplies Hank. Jean looks at him, “Remember what Logan said?”

“I’m trying not to dwell on that…we have to find her before Logan destroys the whole mansion.” Hank returns. Xavier shakes his head, “I’m more afraid of his piece of mind than anything else. She is more to him than a friend…she’s his center of peace, and he is for her. God only knows how they will come out of this…”



Night falls and Logan is still tearing up the Danger Room. The Professor keeps tabs on him…not at all amazed that he has been keeping this up for over six hours…

Logan focuses in on how he’s gonna kill Creed, the robots coming at him taking on his features…helping him to destroy them faster. He has to keep his mind on Creed…he can’t allow himself to think about what is happening to her…Ororo…his koibito. He stops his slaughter and covers his face…tears that he has been holding back flowing freely now. Logan drops to his knees and lets out another anguished roar…falling over from exhaustion. Xavier sees him collapse…wishing that Logan can find some peace, knowing that he won’t have any until he gets her back and Victor Creed is dead.



Hours pass, and Logan is having a dream…a dream of holding Ororo sweetly in his arms…

He gathers her close, gently kissing the sweet slope of her neck…

“Mimi ni wenu…” she whispers as he kisses her deeply. Then a huge hand takes her away…leaving a trail of blood…

“Ororo!” he screams, but no answer…”ORORO!!!!!”

“Ahhhhh!” Logan yells as he jerks up. He awakens on the floor in the Danger Room…the carnage he had made cleaned away. Blinking, he tries to gain his bearings…wanting to know what time it is. Standing, Logan walks over to the console and sees that it is 4 am.

'Damn, they just let me stay in here…I have ta’ get ta’ ‘Ro…'

He makes his way out the room, down the hall and into the elevator to the upper floors. Just as he steps in, Hank greets him. “Where are you going? You can’t do this alone…”

“Watch me…” the feral snarls as the doors close behind him. Hank turns to the Professor as he comes up to him. “Let him go, Henry. I’m afraid this is one time we can’t convince him there is another way.” He wheels over to the window, watching Logan tear across the grounds and into the forest. “We can’t afford for him to get killed.”

Hank looks at Xavier, “Logan may get himself killed, but that wasn’t Logan leaving. That was Wolverine…”



Logan runs to the spot where they found the mutant. He sniffs the air, scenting the dead body…and nothing else. Snarling, he takes off into the forest, claws unsheathed…death on his mind. The feral carefully looks around the area, hoping to spot a moved leaf or broken tree limb…anything to let him know the direction he took her in. He spies an opening off to the left and takes off…finding broken foliage along the way. Logan runs for the rest of the night…following the trail that Victor has obviously left for him to follow. He stops for a second, trying to smell Ororo…but unable to sense her delicate orchid scent.

“If ya’ve hurt her…there’ll be no place in hell I won’t find ya’…” he promises. Taking another sniff, Wolverine heads further south…toward the direction of Alkali Lake. As he is tracking the path of his rival, his mind has to ready itself for what Creed has done to her. Victor was always out of control and his conduct with women is repulsive…but he doesn’t want to imagine what he will walk into.

“Koibito, please…God please, don’t have let me found ‘er to lose ‘er…” Logon prays.

Logan’s feet move faster as he begins to realize that the trail is disappearing. Frustrated and furious with himself, he growls and drives his claws into the nearest tree. “Dammit!” he snarls as he tries to regain his calm…the only way he can regain his senses and pick up the trail again. Breathing shallowly, he is finally able to catch a slight scent…following it until it gets stronger and stronger. The feral stops when he comes across a tall cliff covered in caves…still a few hours away from Alkali Lake.

'He never planned ta’ take ‘er to Stryker…this was ta’ get at me…'he thinks dismally.

At first, he schemes to sneak up on him, but Creed has always known his scent…memorized it so he can find him every year on his birthday for a fight. This time, Logan knows he has been waiting for him to come…to have it out with him once more. But this time, Creed has an edge…and he still doesn’t know if she is alive or dead...

'Fine…if that’s the way it’s gonna be…I’ll sit here…ya’ll wait, but not fer long…'

Logan settles himself in a branch of a tree…staring down at the cave that holds the strongest scent.



Inside, Victor lifts his head and sniffs. He had decided to get some sleep a couple of hours earlier…pounding on her turned into a chore. The sated mutant looks over at her battered body, smiling proudly. The weather goddess’s hair is matted with blood and her face is almost indiscernible. Her body, once supple and smooth, is now covered in scratches and open bite wounds…her womanhood ripped and bleeding as well. He takes his finger and wipes a bit of her blood on his flaccid member…licking it, smiling…'Logan is gonna love this, this woman is mine now…give her a few days and she’ll be better…so I can start again.'

A beep from his wrist communicator draws his attention…

“Creed…” he answers and sure enough, Stryker fills the screen.

“Why haven’t you come back yet? Wraith said you left him at the capture sight…where the hell are you and how is the subject?”

He smiles as he looks down on her, “We’ll be there soon…decided to take a short rest and place an inhibitor on her. She’s a fighter, alright but she’s fine…in one piece as you said…”

“No, Victor…I said untouched.”

“Yeah, well…she was a little hellcat until I got the collar around her. She may have a few bruises…” Creed says matter of factly.

Stryker frowns, “What did you do, Victor?! So help me God if you have done what I think you have…”
Creed cuts off the connection, pissed, “So what if I did? So what if I never bring her to you?” he says into the now quiet communicator.

He sniffs the air again…that scent coming to him once more…'Logan.'

He looks down at Ororo, “I see yer former mate has come for ya’…now ya’ can really see who the better man really is!”

Unfortunately for Ororo, she can still hear him. Her eyes are almost swollen shut from all the hitting and her lips are cracked. She takes a deep breath and manages to whisper, “It…shall…always…be…Logan…”

She hadn’t said a word in over nine hours, and the first thing she says is how Logan is better.

Creed grabs her up off the ground and she dangles like a dead leaf from the chains. He hangs her from a hook placed in the cave wall. “Let’s see what he thinks of you when he sees ya’…no way he would want ya’ now.” Her head falls forward, a steady drip of blood falling from her lip to the ground. Victor may have been extremely brutal, but tried to be wise enough not to cause any serious internal injuries…after all, I have decided that I want to keep her around a while longer. He walks off to get dressed…

'The morning should be interesting…'



The sun peeks over the horizon…the lone figure that has been staked out for a good portion of the night anxiously awaits the right moment to strike. His eyes have been glued to one small cave at the base of the cliff. The stench of Creed lingers in the air there…it’s as unmistakable to him as his scent is to Creed.
It still worries him that he can’t pick up on Ororo…'is she in there? Hell, is she still alive?' The mere thought that she could have been taken from him has the Wolverine ready to kill…his claws unsheathing with a deadly *snikt*. He makes his way down the tree, not worrying about Victor knowing he’s there…that was established when he arrived.

Logan’s only concern is that Creed may take it out on Ororo, and God only knows what condition she’s in. He walks stealthily to the cave entrance and a new scent hits him, firing his blood to a dangerous boil…metallic in nature, old and new.

Blood…her blood.

Logan picks up the pace, allowing his raging beast to come forward…he’s going to need him now. He makes his way in the tunnel, but is stopped by an unconnected voice…

“’Bout time ya’ got here…the frail and I have been waiting…”

Growling, he starts to run…winding his way through the dark pathway until he reaches the cave filled with a dismal light. The scents striking him now would gag any normal person…blood, filth, and death. He steps in, looking around to try to see where Creed is…but his heart stops when he looks over to the wall towards his right. Hanging there…is Ororo…

Naked, bleeding, and barely conscious.

“Oh, God…”

Logan hurries over to her, afraid to touch her. There are cuts, bruises, and open wounds all over her…the worst being around her breasts and around her hips. Her left eye is swollen shut; her lips are cracked and bleeding. A flood of emotion rises in him…threatening to overwhelm him completely. As Logan takes notice of the inhibitor, his heart drops…'she’s been raped…' he thinks to himself, trying not to look at the blood still flowing down her inner thighs. Rage, despair, and frustration...everything hits him as he fights back tears.

Logan reaches out to touch her cheek gently, whispering, “Koibito…”

She moans slightly, trying to raise her head. The one eye that can open; flutters briefly as he can see her forcing sound through her bruised throat…

“La...azi…zi…”

“I’ll get ya’ outta here, darlin’…please, hold on fer me…please…”

“She ain’t goin’ nowhere, runt. She’s mine now…”

Logan turns, his face granite as he looks at a smug-looking Sabretooth. He keeps his face unmoving as he listens to the asshole boast of his non-existent claim of his goddess…because that is who she is now, maybe always has been…

“She may have fought me in the beginning, but by the end…she wanted it. She liked knowing what it felt like to have someone strong enough to claim her between her legs…” Creed says smugly…hoping to get his long-awaited fight.

Logan’s claws had sealed up when he had seen her, but now…*snikt*

Victor continues, pacing the floor but keeping his eye on his rival in front of him…if he knows nothing else, it is not to underestimate Logan. “She tasted nice…real fuckin’ sweet. I was supposed to take her to Stryker, but I couldn’t pass up a sweet ride like this, especially since ya’ tasted it before me. Can’t let ya’ have all the fun…”

Logan’s stomach drops…he had never had the pleasure of making her his, his damnable gentleman side was too busy working overtime to make this a real relationship. Now, there is no way he can get that back…no way she would want someone that is a beast by nature after this. Victor just didn’t realize what he stole…but he is gonna find out soon enough.

He doesn’t want to talk…Wolverine wants blood, blood for her. His hands clench as his muscles bulge with anticipation of a world of hurt…for both himself and the fucked up piece of shit standing across from him.
Creed didn’t get the result he wanted to get from his former friend…he wanted Logan out of control and wild…to be on the same level as him. But, as with everything else he has tried to map out with this, he failed to realize that Logan really isn’t completely a beast…he has a sense of humanity around him that in essence does make him better than he is.

'Not acceptable…'

Victor, never one to be able to control his rage long, rushes Logan with a loud roar. Logan braces for the impact…planting his feet into the ground and squaring his shoulders, claws gleaming. Creed hits straight on, pushing Logan back into the cave wall, knocking some loose rocks to the ground. “This is gonna be fun…” he growls as he pushes Logan even further into the wall. Logan pushes back...his muscles popping as he pushes back against the hairy wall in front of him. “I have to agree with ya’ on that…I’m gonna have a lot of fun!” He’s able to work one hand free to drive his claws into Victor’s shoulder, causing him to yell. Creed backs up…the wound healing quickly, but that doesn’t mean anything. He dives in for more…

Logan jumps out the way, slicing across his chest as Creed charges again…gaining another groan. The angered feral launches his attack now, leaping into his face…driving his claws into Creed’s neck. A warm gush of blood runs over Logan’s fingers as the blond mutant howls…trying desperately to shake him off. Logan presses the claws in deeper, watching with glee how he is beginning to fade out. Creed slashes at his back and sides…causing deep gashes, but he ignores that pain. The only pain he feels is what she must have gone through all those hours in this bastard’s clutches.

“She’s mine now…” Creed groans out, firing Logan’s rage even higher.

“Never…” Logan growls as he continues to press his adamantium claws deeper into his jugular, “…I told you that one day I’d take yer fuckin’ head off!” Logan says quietly as Creed falls to his knees. With one last burst of strength, Creed finally shakes Logan loose…but he’s too weak from the blood loss, so he falls. Logan, covered in blood and panting, looks on the table and finds four rusted pipes that he grabs and brings back over to a groggy Creed. He sees the holes in the ground that were used for the chains still attached to Ororo, so he grabs one arm, driving the pipe through it to pin it to the ground. Victor roars, trying to fight him off, but the blood loss and Logan’s heavy body weighing him down has him squirming.

“Let’s see how ya’ like being restrained…havin’ ta’ watch yerself bleed out an’ not be able ta’ do anythin’ about it.” Logan hisses in his ear. Victor can’t answer coherently because of the next pipe being forced into his other arm, pinning it to the ground. Out of sheer hatred and pain, Logan does the same with the last two pipes, into each one of his legs. Victor growls, the pain excruciating with the wounds taking way too long to heal…the pipes in his extremities keeping the wounds open so that it takes longer. Logan gets off of him, but before he does, he grips the ripped collar and tells him menacingly, “If ya’ ever come near her again, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya’…”

And with that, he jumps up…moving over to Ororo. The concerned feral slashes through the chains holding her up with her arms falling listlessly to her sides, causing her to moan in pain. She falls forward in his arms and he holds her as gently as he can…but all the blood, sweat, and other fluids he’d rather not know about make her a little bit slippery.

“Hold on, darlin’…lemme put somethin’ around ya’. Yer almost outta here…” He looks around quickly for anything he can cover her with and finds an old army blanket lying on a nearby chair. Logan picks her up carefully, kicking the blanket to the ground as he tries his best to spread it with his foot…opening it enough for him to deposit her in it. Logan wraps her in it lovingly, wiping some hair out of her face.

“Let’s go…” he whispers, picking her up again and holding her tight to his chest. Ororo has yet to make any more sounds since she called him laazizi, but it doesn’t matter…just knowing that she’s still breathing is enough for him at this moment. As he leaves, Victor tries to yell out, with blood bubbling in his mouth, “I claimed her, runt…I claimed her!”

Logan ignores the animalistic rage surging through him that is clawing to turn around and maim Victor, but he has to get Ororo back to the mansion. He moves fast, ducking and dodging through the trees…occasionally looking down to see if she is still with him. The trip to the cave seems a lot shorter than the walk back, but it doesn’t matter…he would walk through hell to help her.

Finally, Logan makes it back to the road, whispering in her ear, “We’re almost there, darlin’…almost there.” He walks on, upset that the only scent he can detect on her is Victor…not her sweet orchid smell. Hours seem to pass as he trudges on…his fear of losing her rising since he still has not heard a sound from her since before they left the cave. His voice catching with emotion, Logan talks to her, “’Ro, darlin’…I don’t know if ya’ can hear me, but ya’ gotta hang on. Jeannie will help ya’ and so will Hank…but ya’ gotta hang in there, baby. I didn’t expect ta’ have ta’ deal with that question yet, ya’ know the one…I can’t go on without’cha darlin’, I jus’ can’t so ya’ have ta’ stay with me.” Logan pulls her head closer to his shoulder as he says, “Stay with me, baby.” Sheer fear forces him to move quicker and by early evening, he is coming back onto Graymalkin Lane. The gates to the mansion are now in view, so he starts to run.

“Hank, Jean…I know you can hear me, dammit! HELP!!!!” he screams.

Logan kicks open the gate and runs onto the grounds. As if they are being chased by a raging fire, McCoy and Jean come running out to them, followed closely by Scott, Rogue, and Remy. The feral stops for a second to catch his breath as they approach him…his arms reflexively gripping Ororo tighter to him. Jean stops in her tracks, covering her mouth in shock when she sees the blood-streaked silvery-white hair peeking out from under the blanket…Rogue pulls up and grips Remy’s arm, turning away.

Only Henry comes closer.

Scott stops next to Jean as she turns into his shoulder to cry. Logan stares at Henry hard, his possessiveness taking over. When Henry reaches for her, Logan pulls back, “No, I’ll take her in.” He trudges past them, ignoring the muted crying and distressed looks that they are giving them. Logan makes his way into the mansion and down to the medlab…the procession of concerned people following, a few dropping off as they make their way into the lower levels. Only a few will know what actually happened to her…and it’s wise enough to keep it that way. Once Logan enters the room, he gently lowers her to the table…keeping her covered. She lets out a pain-filled moan as he tries to make her comfortable.

“Yer home, darlin’…yer safe now,” he says softly. Jean finally wipes her eyes as she comes in the room, still not fully prepared for what she’s about to see. She comes behind Logan, placing her hand on his shoulder. He jerks away, eyes piercing everyone around them.

“Let me see to her, Logan.” Jean says softly, but he tightens his grip on the prone woman. Hank tries as well, “Logan, you brought her back…she’s safe now, but she needs more help. Let us help her…”

Logan growls, the animal determined to protect her at all costs.

A soft whirring comes behind them and they all move aside. Xavier comes into the room, making his way around the table to look Logan in the face. He can see the pain in his eyes, the fierceness of his protection in his grasp…as well as the battered woman in it. The Professor closes his eyes briefly to gather his emotions before speaking to the distraught man before him. “Logan, you have won…you have brought her back to us. She’s hurt now…very hurt and she’s going to need more care than you can give. We won’t hurt her anymore; you have my word on it. She’s safe.”

Something about the tone Xavier uses gets through to the distraught Logan. His grip loosens and he stumbles back a little…still staying close to the side of the table. Henry and Jean see their chance and shoos everyone else out the room. The redhead approaches the table next to Xavier…

“Logan, we love her too,” she says.

Logan looks at her, tears filling his eyes but he says nothing. Jean gently starts to remove the blanket that he has had tucked around her and almost gags at the stench. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn she was dead…nothing deserves the battering this woman took at the hands of that monster. She sees the inhibitor locked around her neck and frowns, “So that’s how he was able to do this…”

Hank sees it as well, grabbing the special tool he invented to take it off. Once removed, they see the finger marks embedded in her throat, making them both grimace.

“Jesus…what the hell did he do?” she whispers. Hank turns away, willing the tears not to fall when he sees the extent of the damage. Unfortunately, Logan was right…Creed did nothing more than brutalize her in every sadistic way possible, and it shows. Under the strong clinical lights, they can see the extensive injuries done to her…the cuts and gashes are everywhere, but more heavily concentrated on her chest and lower regions.

Jean grabs a couple of gloves, talking to Ororo as if she can hear her, “I’m going to see what the damage is
down here, okay? I’ll be as gentle as I can…”

She puts each leg into a stirrup and sits on a stool to examine her. Jean brings the light closer and she does gag this time…alerting the men in the room to a serious problem.

Logan can only imagine what she’s looking at and gathers what strength he has left to beg her, “Please, Jeannie…please help her.”

Straightening up, she sees that Ororo’s whole vaginal area has been literally ripped open. All kinds of scratches and cuts cover her…and she has not stopped bleeding. “Henry, I’m afraid that there may be some internal damage here…she’s bleeding out.” Ever the professional first, he comes over to examine what Jean is speaking about, nodding in agreement. “We have to do x-rays…they will be able to tell us what’s wrong.” He looks over at Logan before he says the next thing, “We need to…take a distortion test as well…something I created to detect the minutest changes in DNA in mutants. I developed it just in case someone was captured and tested on, it will pick up anything.” Hank smirks slightly as he looks at the distraught feral, “I based it on your distinct ability to sense change.”

Logan’s face hardens and the claws come out again. He roars like a wounded animal, jamming them into the wall behind him. Hank comes back around to check the monitors and retrieve a pregnancy test. After giving the stick to Jean, he looks at machines. “Jean, we can do the x-rays shortly. We should check the rest of the bruises and do the superficial work before going any further.” Jean nods, swiping the swab for the test as she is still choked up at the damage done to her friend. She looks over at Logan and sees that his eyes have not left Ororo’s face.

'It’s a good thing that she is hovering between consciousness and oblivion…she probably wouldn’t be able to take this...'she thinks.

Xavier sits like stone…unable to comprehend how he couldn’t have foreseen this and try to prevent it. Their pain; Logan and Ororo’s, are his as well. He stoically watches as Hank comes over to Logan, “It looks as if you haven’t slept yet…get some rest, we have her now.”

“No, I ain’t leavin’ her…” he replies low, and by the tone of his voice it brooks no more discussion. Logan moves to sit in a chair by the door, his arms crossed as he watches them work on her…berating himself that he let that bastard get to her and if he has anything to say about it, no one else will.

Jean stares at him for a second, but then turns back to her work. She takes the test over to another table to await the results, then she turns back to Ororo. They have a lot of cuts that have to be stitched up; some needing more than one layer. The savagery that it took to do this is astounding…pure, unadulterated evil. Tears start to fall again while Jean stitches up a cut running across the under part of her breast…Ororo blissfully unaware of the work being done. Xavier comes over to Jean, his heart heavier than it has ever been, “How bad is it?”

“Professor…Logan has a reason to be so upset. The things that Creed did to her are unspeakable. She’ll recover physically, but mentally…I just don’t know. I don’t know how she’s still here.” Jean says as she gently caresses Ororo’s cheek. She hears a growl from ‘Ro’s guardian in the chair by the door, bringing Xavier’s attention to him.

“I understand your anger, Logan…”

“Ya’ understand?! How in the fuck can you understand?! I don’t even understand!” he yells, jumping out his chair…

The words Victor hollered at him still ringing in his ears, “I claimed her, runt…I claimed her!”

“This ain’t supposed ta’ happen…she wasn’t supposed ta’ be hurt, dammit…not like this!!” he roars as he picks the chair up and hurls it across the room, startling everyone. This time, they all feel the same way…like destroying everything around them. One of their own has been violated in a way that can’t even be imagined, let alone seen. What they have seen here will be burned into their minds forever….

“Did you kill him?” Xavier asks a heavily panting Logan. He shakes his head, “I had ta’ get her out of there…I couldn’t let her stay in that place, with him. I did to him what he did ta’ her…pinned him down fer the maggots ta’ find.” His voice takes on a salacious tone…he knows what he did and is proud of it.

No one could tell him different at this point.

Jean and Hank work feverishly to wash her off, add IV fluids, and take the x-rays. After a couple of hours, she looks a great deal better, but still unconscious. They put her in a small alcove off the main examination room for the time being. After they leave her to rest, they come back into the main room, staring at all the blood on the table. Jean heaves the bloodied blanket into a nearby trash can and presses a button to sanitize the table. No one wants to see that anymore…especially Logan. He stands by the opening to the alcove…not moving, hoping to hear something from the woman in there trying to heal. He crosses his arms again, listening to the others weigh out the situation…

“He needs to be stopped…permanently. He cannot get away with this…” Jean says.

“I agree, but the thing that bothers me the most is that he was to take her to Colonel Stryker. He deviated from that plan…most likely to do exactly what Logan said he was going to do, but that still leaves Stryker. He didn’t get his prize…will they still come for her? Is she truly safe?” offers Hank.

Logan snorts, “No one else will ever get ta’ her again.” The depth of that promise sends shivers down the spines of them all…he would kill them if they look like they would harm her in anyway.

Xavier nods, “You’re right…the Colonel is still a threat, and so is Sabretooth. We have to find out what they wanted Ororo for…and stop them.” He looks back to the room that holds their friend, “Right now, we all need to rest…that includes you, Logan.”

“I ain’t tellin’ ya’ anymore…I ain’t goin’!”

“Fine, I’ll give you a cot…but you need to get some rest. You won’t be any good to her worn out.” Hank supplies. Nodding, Logan waits for the blue guy to come back with the cot, after he leaves the room. Jean comes over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “She’ll make it, Logan…”

Again, he says nothing.

Hank wheels the cot into the alcove beside Ororo’s bed. As he leaves, he pats Logan on the back, heading out behind Jean and the Professor.

Logan stares at the pale-faced woman lying in front of him, knowing that nothing on this planet would be able to take him away from her. He walks over to her and pulls a stool from under the bed to sit on. His eyes take her in…no matter what was done, she’s still beautiful, still his goddess.

“I’m so damn sorry I wasn’t there, ‘Ro…koibito…that bastard will never get his hands on ya’ again, I swear it. Stryker, neither.” He looks into her face to see if she hears him, but continues anyway even if she doesn’t, “I don’t know if ya’ll still want me after all this…if ya’ can take another animal near ya’…but however long it takes, I’ll be here for ya’.” Logan sighs, taking his finger to run across her
cheek. “Dammit, ‘Ro…I ain’t supposed ta’ love no one…too dangerous, too many people wanna take me out. I didn’t wanna put’cha through all that…but I guess someone had other plans…’cause I can’t breathe without’cha. Know that I’m here, baby…always.”

He gently takes her hand and kisses it softly.

She moans.

“That’s right, ‘Ro…I’m here.” Logan gets himself as comfortable as he can while he watches her sleep…his mind racing with that one question Hank asked, Is she truly safe?

He wishes he could give an answer.




Jean enters the room early the next morning, only to find Logan curled up on the cot right next to the bed, holding Ororo’s hand as they both sleep. She had wanted to check her vitals, but something tells her that it wouldn’t be a good idea to disturb them, so she backs out. She goes back into the main room, looking over the x-rays they took the night before when Scott walks in.

“Jean, how is she?” he asks.

Jean sighs, “I don’t know. I don’t want to disturb them in there…they’ve been through enough.”

Scott turns to the doorway, “What happened to her, Jean? Why is everyone so tight-lipped about it?” She turns to him, shaking her head, “Because it’s not something that should be told to everyone. I’ll tell you because you’re head of the team, but no one else can know unless she wants to tell them…understand?”

He nods; suddenly not sure that he really wants to know the truth of what really happened to his friend. Jean turns to look him straight in the eye…her own glimmering with unshed tears. She lowers her gaze before she speaks, “You know that Creed took her and that he was supposed to take her to Colonel Stryker…well, she never got there.”

“What do you mean? Creed didn’t take her to him…what?” stammers Scott and Jean puts her hand up, “I wasn’t finished…Creed decided to keep her, thought that she and Logan were…” Her stricken gaze comes back up to his, “He did things…oh, God Scott…”

“Jean…you’re scaring me…what did he do?”

“He raped her, Scott…completely violated her in ways I don’t want to think of. He did damage that will take a long time for her to recover from. And in doing that, he almost destroyed Logan…”

Scott’s jaw drops…Ororo, raped? “Why…why would you say that about Logan?”

“Because, if you haven’t noticed….he’s in love with her. Creed did it to hurt him, and now they both are paying the price.” Scott walks away from her, his face hardening at the thought of something that horrible being done to one of his team. He spins quickly, “Did he kill him?”

“He said he did to him what he did to her…pinned him down. He wanted to get her out of there more than maim that animal.”

Scott snarls, “For the first time, I wish he didn’t act like a human being…he should’ve killed him, should’ve put him through so much pain that he would still be living it…”

The redheaded telepath comes over to her angry lover, hoping to calm him down as well as get herself calm again, “I want him dead too, but Logan was only thinking of her…what we should all be doing. He’s in there now, holding her hand in a death grip as he sleeps. He refuses to leave her, for even a minute…the guilt is killing him, Scott.”

“Never thought I’d see the day where the “I-don’t-need-anyone” Wolverine would be like…” he pauses to actually see what Jean is talking about. He walks over to the alcove and sure enough, Logan is curled up facing Ororo…her hand firmly in his.

“…this,” he finishes in a whisper. 'Can’t tease him anymore about his attitude…'Scott actually starts to feel sympathy for him; it really must be hard being someone that is constantly hunted for whatever reason, but when it starts to affect the people around him…there’s a problem. The visored man looks at the clasped hands again and realizes that Logan does have feelings for her…powerful enough to have him camp out in here instead of tearing up the Danger Room again.

Jean watches him looking at the sleeping couple and smiles wistfully…again, can only imagine the long road they have ahead of them to recover. She turns back to her work when Hank comes in, “Good Morning, Jean…how’s the patient?”

“See for yourself…if you can.”

Hank looks at her puzzled before heading over to the room. He sees Scott staring into the room and is about to speak when he looks in as well. For as long as he’s known Logan, seeing something like this is completely out of the norm for him. Just like Scott, he’s struck by the intimacy that is implied by the joined hands.

Clapping Scott on the back, he turns back around to Jean. “I see what you mean…in the meantime, what have we found out about her condition? We were able to stop the bleeding, but is there something more serious we have to worry about?”

Jean puts the slides on the screen and looks at him, “What do you see?”

Hank stares at the films…a sad look coming across his face. “Her uterus has been punctured severely. It’s not something we can fix, but the probability that she will be able to have children…”

“Has been all but eliminated. If she does not heal correctly…she will never be able to have children.” Jean finishes. Her eyes watering again, “Which is a good thing…”

Hank stares at the redhead, “No…”

Scott looks at the both of them, puzzled, “What do you mean…a good thing?”

Jean wipes her eyes, “We…had to perform a distortion test…it turned up positive for pregnancy hormones, but with the damage to her uterus…she lost it almost as quickly as she conceived it. She won’t be able to conceive until she heals…if then.” She looks down as Scott comes over to put an arm around her shoulder. “Never? That bastard took that away from her?!” he growls. The sad expression on both their faces answers for him and he pounds the wall behind Jean.

“She has never done anything to anyone that deserves this! To get pregnant with that…thing’s…child, but then to have the chance to ever have any more stolen. Thank God she lost it…?!”

“What didya’ say?” another low voice asks and all eyes turn to the doorway to Ororo’s room. Logan is standing there, his face hardened by what he just heard. No one wants to answer, afraid that this will be the one thing that completely sends him over the edge. Only Hank takes on the task, “Logan, her…uterus has been ruptured by…puncture marks. Depending on how well she heals…there is a slim possibility that she can conceive.”

“That’s not what One-Eye was talkin’ ‘bout…” he growls.

Everyone freezes, but he has to be told…Jean swallows hard, “The DNA distortion test…came up…positive…detecting the presence of pregnancy hormones.” She hurries to finish as she sees his claws pop out and a lethal growl bubbles from his throat, “But, because of the damage…only trace was left of the conception, she aborted as soon as she conceived.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Logan screams as he rips the door off the hinges and throws it across the room. He attempts to calm down, but he’s panting heavily. Looking sharply at the doctors, he asks, “Is this yer way of tellin’ me that Creed killed her…killed her inside?!” Logan asks angrily. His eyes have grown dark…he’s sure to lose complete control now…

Hank walks over to him, “I can’t lie to you, my friend…”

Stone silence…The ruggedly handsome mutant looks back at the woman in the room…still unaware of the world around her that seems to be falling apart bit by bit. Adamantium claws gleam wickedly as he turns to head toward the hallway. No one stops him…all know where he’s heading.

“I wish I could help…I wish there was something I could do! He’s hurting…badly and there isn’t anything I can say that will make him feel any better.” Hank states; saddened by Logan’s reaction to the hateful news. “I would hate for him to lose that part of him that’s human…right now its losing ground the more we give him sorry outlooks.”

“The only one to be able to pull him out of this will be Ororo…but until she comes around…he only has his rage to take his mind off of his misery. She can give him what he truly needs…forgiveness.” Jean states.

Soon, they can hear the roar of the Wolverine in the Danger Room.



The kids upstairs have pretty much been tending to themselves since Logan brought Ororo back…but there have been a few of them that are curious to know what’s been going on in the lower levels. Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty, Bobby, Piotr, and the new kid, Remy have been keeping tabs on the comings and goings of the older members of the team since Storm was brought back.

“I know she must’ve been hurt, but no one is saying anything. Is she really alright or is it more serious then they’re saying?” asks Kitty as she flips through the channels on the plasma. Bobby and Piotr are fighting each other on an Xbox 360 on the designated screen in the corner while the girls are settled around the television, trying to find a station they can all agree on. Remy stands in the doorway looking at them…being the oldest out of them all sometimes leaves him out a lot of things, and having had to hustle in the streets give him a more mature edge as well. The only one that can really understand him is Marie…

'Rogue…intrestin’ name, n’est pas? ‘Dese people here all seem ta’ be one family, non?'

“Remy, why don’cha come ova’ here an’ sit…ya’ve been standin’ ova’ thea for too long!” she calls. Smiling, he makes his way over to a chair and takes a seat. Rogue smiles back as the other two just looks at the interaction and giggle. Remy gives her a sexy look that sends shivers down her spine, “Whatcha watchin’, chere?”

“Can’t decide…but I’m not really worried about that right now. I wanna know what’s goin’ on down thea. Ms. Munroe must really be hurt. I haven’t even seen Logan…”

“You know, you’re right. Logan hasn’t come up either. Jean, Dr. McCoy, and Mr. Summers all have, but…what is going on?” asks Jubilee.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it…you gonna find out soon e’nuff…dat Ms. Storm was taken somewhere and hurt real bad, n’est pas. Remy tinkin’ dat Logan may be too.”

Rogue laughs, “No way! Logan can heal anything…he don’t stay hurt long…”

“So, why is he still down there?” asks Bobby.

They all look at the elevator that leads downstairs…things may be much worse than they thought.



Professor Xavier has come down to the lower levels again to check on Ororo and Logan. As he makes his way to the Medlab, he can hear the destruction happening yet again in the Danger Room.

“Logan…” he murmurs to himself as he shakes his head and makes his way into the lab. Jean and Hank are there…checking Ororo’s statistics and making sure that she is kept as comfortable as possible. Xavier wheels in and heads over to Jean to get the update.

“How is she, Jean?”

“The same…no movement or sound. She’s almost in a coma, but a self-induced one. I can understand though…that would be the only way to block all that out,” she answers. He nods as he turns to Hank now, “Henry, why is Logan riled again?”

The blue, furry man looks at Charles sadly, “We told him that Ororo may never be able to have children. Her uterus was horribly ruptured…by puncture marks. That was this morning…he’s been in there ever since.”

'Will it ever stop?'

Charles’s heart completely falls out at that news. “Dear God, this cannot continue…what more can happen to her, to them?!” Hank raises a brow…he’s never seen the Professor this upset! “Charles, she is stable…we can’t hope for more. The only thing that worries me is that she doesn’t seem to want to come out of her coma.”

“Want to?”

“Yes…she really seems to be far-away. It may take a lot to bring her back.”

Charles looks at him, “It looks as if the both of them are going to need each other to recover.” The two doctors nod their heads in agreement.