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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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3,477
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5
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Currently Reading:
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A New Life
Story title: A New Life
Rating: PG-13 now, will be NC-17 later.
Pairing: Logan/Erik, Erik/Charles (later)
Summary: This is X-men movie AU, of what could have happened if Logan had come to Auschwitz during WW2 and saved young Erik Lehnsherr’s life. Will be slash later, but no underage sex. (Erik is only twelve, after all.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters used in this story, and I make no money of writing this. Don’t sue; I’m a poor student.
A/N and warnings: Well, this is a WIP (work in progress). I don’t believe anyone has seriously written a Logan/Erik fic before, so I wanted to try it, and had this plot bunny… If the idea squicks you – please leave. Nothing too harsh for now; just some angst and pre-slash.
Archive: When finished, this story will be archived at my website, http://www.geocities.com/henrika_amanda/Index.html Anyone else; please ask me first.
Feedback: Please? It would really make my day! It’s welcome at this address: henrika15_@hotmail.com A review is fine as well, of course. ;)
Chapter 1
It was year 1945, and Logan was standing alone inside one of the children’s barracks at Auschwitz, taking one last look at the hideous place. He saw a few wooden beds, which had only two days ago been filled with starving and emaciated children, most of them Jewish, some gypsies, and a some who were mentally retarded. Children that weren’t Arian. That made them useless in the Nazis’ eyes. Considering the amount of people kept in the barracks, they had had to sleep four or five in one bed. Some had slept directly on the floor, though.
Logan winced at the thought. He was Canadian, and one of the volunteers who had come to free the camp-victims in Germany and Poland. The Nazis had been defeated, and those who survived the death camps had been freed and taken care of. Many people hadn’t survived, though. Logan had seen people who had looked more like corpses than living beings, children who had looked like old men and women; living skeletons, bags of bones covered with skin. He was sure he would never get rid of the images in his head. Or the stench. It was everywhere, and filled his nose wherever he went. The smell of feces, urine and death.
Although Logan considered himself to be tough. Some of the other soldiers had burst into tears and run away when they first saw the camps. Logan hadn’t, although the urge to escape had been great. He wasn’t quite sure what had made him return here now, to this barrack. It was just a feeling that something had been left behind.
No, he thought after a while. There’s nothing more for me here. I’d better leave and see if there’s something I can do.
But suddenly Logan heard a sound that made him halt. It was a very faint sound, almost imperceptible, but it *was* there. If it hadn’t been for his enhanced sense, Logan wouldn’t have grasped it. It sounded like crying.
A thought flashes through Logan’s head. Was someone still here? No, impossible. This barrack had been evacuated yesterday. There couldn’t be anyone here, not anymore. Still he kept hearing that sound, thoundounded like the weeping of a feeble child.
“Hello?” Logan asked carefully. “Can…can you hear me?”
No one answered, but the weeping continued. Now Logan was sure. Someone *was* still here. And Logan was going to find him.
He found the child under one of the beds. It was a boy, maybe in his early teens, maybe younger was was hard to determine his age from the way he looked. Logan had never in his long life seen a child that looked so…horrible. He had never thought he’d think of a child in those terms, but that was the only word he found to describe this child. The boy was naked, and he had bloody bruises and suppurating wounds all over his emaciated skeleton for a body. Some of them looked like beat marks, others more like bite marks, probably caused by rats.
It was a miracle that the boy was even alive. Logan had seen corpses that looked better. Still the boy tried to recoil when Logan reached out to pull him out from under the bed. He had a terror-struck expression on his poor face, and he whimpered feebly when the large man took a hold of him and pulled him out from his hiding place. It was very obvious that the child was scared to death, and didn’t understand that Logan had come to save him.
When Logan held the nearly dying child in his arms, it felt like his heart would break. The boy’s all too large blue eyes looked into his, and his starved little body trembled violently, partly from terror, partly from the cold.
“Don’t be scared…” Logan tried. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart… Did they leave you here? Why? What has happened to you?”
The boy managed to murmur something in German, but Logan couldn’t understand what he tried to say. He simply cradled the child against his massive chest to show him that he wasn’t going to hurt him.
After some time the boy’s body began to relax, and his breathing became more even. He grabbed Logan’s jacket with his claw-like hands and pressed himself against the large man’s warm body, desperate for warmth and comfort.
Logan stayed like that for a while, cradling the child, as he murmured soothingly and stroked his head and cheek. Once more he tried to determine the boy’s age. Now, Logan couldn’t even have known the child’s gender if the boy hadn’t been naked – all he saw was a living skeleton with a penis. The boy looked quite tall, but he had no trace of any pubic hair, which meant he couldn’t be older than thirteen. Twelve, maybe?
Why had this boy been left behind? One explanation was that he had been hiding under this bed, maybe too scared to come out, maybe too weak to let them know he was there. But one thing was for sure – the child was cold, dehydrated and famished, and wouldn’t have survived for much longer.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart…” Logan murmured. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry…”
Logan took off his jacket and wrapped it around the boy’s trembling, naked body before he stood up and lifted him into his arms. He was shocked by how light the child was. He seemed quite tall, and *should* have weighed at least 90 lbs, but Logan suspected that he weighed less than 70. It was truly a miracle that he was still alive.
The boy gave out a pained cry when Logan lifted him, and his face was distorted in a grimace.
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Logan asked gently. “I have to take you out of this place, and then I’m gonna make sure you’ll get well. I promise. Trust me.”
He left the now empty barrack, with the boy in his arms, hoping that it would not be too late to save his life.
TBC
Rating: PG-13 now, will be NC-17 later.
Pairing: Logan/Erik, Erik/Charles (later)
Summary: This is X-men movie AU, of what could have happened if Logan had come to Auschwitz during WW2 and saved young Erik Lehnsherr’s life. Will be slash later, but no underage sex. (Erik is only twelve, after all.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters used in this story, and I make no money of writing this. Don’t sue; I’m a poor student.
A/N and warnings: Well, this is a WIP (work in progress). I don’t believe anyone has seriously written a Logan/Erik fic before, so I wanted to try it, and had this plot bunny… If the idea squicks you – please leave. Nothing too harsh for now; just some angst and pre-slash.
Archive: When finished, this story will be archived at my website, http://www.geocities.com/henrika_amanda/Index.html Anyone else; please ask me first.
Feedback: Please? It would really make my day! It’s welcome at this address: henrika15_@hotmail.com A review is fine as well, of course. ;)
Chapter 1
It was year 1945, and Logan was standing alone inside one of the children’s barracks at Auschwitz, taking one last look at the hideous place. He saw a few wooden beds, which had only two days ago been filled with starving and emaciated children, most of them Jewish, some gypsies, and a some who were mentally retarded. Children that weren’t Arian. That made them useless in the Nazis’ eyes. Considering the amount of people kept in the barracks, they had had to sleep four or five in one bed. Some had slept directly on the floor, though.
Logan winced at the thought. He was Canadian, and one of the volunteers who had come to free the camp-victims in Germany and Poland. The Nazis had been defeated, and those who survived the death camps had been freed and taken care of. Many people hadn’t survived, though. Logan had seen people who had looked more like corpses than living beings, children who had looked like old men and women; living skeletons, bags of bones covered with skin. He was sure he would never get rid of the images in his head. Or the stench. It was everywhere, and filled his nose wherever he went. The smell of feces, urine and death.
Although Logan considered himself to be tough. Some of the other soldiers had burst into tears and run away when they first saw the camps. Logan hadn’t, although the urge to escape had been great. He wasn’t quite sure what had made him return here now, to this barrack. It was just a feeling that something had been left behind.
No, he thought after a while. There’s nothing more for me here. I’d better leave and see if there’s something I can do.
But suddenly Logan heard a sound that made him halt. It was a very faint sound, almost imperceptible, but it *was* there. If it hadn’t been for his enhanced sense, Logan wouldn’t have grasped it. It sounded like crying.
A thought flashes through Logan’s head. Was someone still here? No, impossible. This barrack had been evacuated yesterday. There couldn’t be anyone here, not anymore. Still he kept hearing that sound, thoundounded like the weeping of a feeble child.
“Hello?” Logan asked carefully. “Can…can you hear me?”
No one answered, but the weeping continued. Now Logan was sure. Someone *was* still here. And Logan was going to find him.
He found the child under one of the beds. It was a boy, maybe in his early teens, maybe younger was was hard to determine his age from the way he looked. Logan had never in his long life seen a child that looked so…horrible. He had never thought he’d think of a child in those terms, but that was the only word he found to describe this child. The boy was naked, and he had bloody bruises and suppurating wounds all over his emaciated skeleton for a body. Some of them looked like beat marks, others more like bite marks, probably caused by rats.
It was a miracle that the boy was even alive. Logan had seen corpses that looked better. Still the boy tried to recoil when Logan reached out to pull him out from under the bed. He had a terror-struck expression on his poor face, and he whimpered feebly when the large man took a hold of him and pulled him out from his hiding place. It was very obvious that the child was scared to death, and didn’t understand that Logan had come to save him.
When Logan held the nearly dying child in his arms, it felt like his heart would break. The boy’s all too large blue eyes looked into his, and his starved little body trembled violently, partly from terror, partly from the cold.
“Don’t be scared…” Logan tried. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart… Did they leave you here? Why? What has happened to you?”
The boy managed to murmur something in German, but Logan couldn’t understand what he tried to say. He simply cradled the child against his massive chest to show him that he wasn’t going to hurt him.
After some time the boy’s body began to relax, and his breathing became more even. He grabbed Logan’s jacket with his claw-like hands and pressed himself against the large man’s warm body, desperate for warmth and comfort.
Logan stayed like that for a while, cradling the child, as he murmured soothingly and stroked his head and cheek. Once more he tried to determine the boy’s age. Now, Logan couldn’t even have known the child’s gender if the boy hadn’t been naked – all he saw was a living skeleton with a penis. The boy looked quite tall, but he had no trace of any pubic hair, which meant he couldn’t be older than thirteen. Twelve, maybe?
Why had this boy been left behind? One explanation was that he had been hiding under this bed, maybe too scared to come out, maybe too weak to let them know he was there. But one thing was for sure – the child was cold, dehydrated and famished, and wouldn’t have survived for much longer.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart…” Logan murmured. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry…”
Logan took off his jacket and wrapped it around the boy’s trembling, naked body before he stood up and lifted him into his arms. He was shocked by how light the child was. He seemed quite tall, and *should* have weighed at least 90 lbs, but Logan suspected that he weighed less than 70. It was truly a miracle that he was still alive.
The boy gave out a pained cry when Logan lifted him, and his face was distorted in a grimace.
“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Logan asked gently. “I have to take you out of this place, and then I’m gonna make sure you’ll get well. I promise. Trust me.”
He left the now empty barrack, with the boy in his arms, hoping that it would not be too late to save his life.
TBC