Unknown Grounds.
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Unknown Grounds.
Unknown Grounds.
By Ladylupin Lycanthrope.
Fandom: X-Men, comic-verse.
Pairing: Warren/Logan(Archangel/Wolverine).
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, and am getting no money from this fic.
Warnings: Slash, some sexual content, and a bit of OOC. Pluse, english is not my first language, my spelling sucks, and for the moment at least, I have no spell-check. Bare with me for a few chapters, OK?
A/N: If anyone reading this also read my Dragon Ball Z fics, I promise you, I will finish them eventually. I just need to work up the willpower and the muse to do it!
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Beast opened up a freezer located in the back of his lab, and gently pulled out two plastic bags of blood. He then shut the door with his foot and turned to walk back to his two patiants, Wolverine and Angel.
Earlier that day, the X-men had been sent on a mission to stop an anti-mutant group from assasinating a new group of pro-mutant U.S. government officers. They had fought off the first wave of thugs and were in the process of evacuating the humens when re-inforcments had arived in the form of sentinals. They had managed to defeat the giant robots, but Warren had suffered some sevier blows and internal bleeding, while Logan had been badly burned by the sentinals flame thrower. He had already repaired the damage to Warren, and while Logans healing factor had taken care of his burns, he had lost a lot of blood, and Beast had decided to give him some just to be on the safe side.
He regulary had the x-men give pints of blood, in the event of injury in battle. He now carried one pint each of Warren and Logans blood and hooked up the IV needles into both his patiants arms. Warren was out cold, but Logan opened his eyes when Hank stepped to his bedside.
"This gonna take long, Blue?"
"No more then half an hour, Logan. Then you can leave."
Logan looked like he wanted to protest, as he hated the med-lab, but he didn't, just closed his eyes again as Hank hooked him up to the IV, one specially designed to counteract his healing factor. Hank then proceded to do the same to Warren. Logan sighed wistfuly, wishing he had some beer. It was going to be a long 30 minutes.
*****
It was actually closer to 45 minutes before Logan left the med-lab. First he made his way up to the kitchen for a beer, which he took back to his room. Once he got there, he sliped out of his clothing and into the shower. His upper back suddenly felt strange. Sort of painful, but not really. Did that even make sense? He wondered at that as he lathered shampoo in his hair. After it had all been washed out again, he gently slid down the shower wall, letting the warm water relax his tired muscles.
*****
Warren left the med-lab about 10 minutes after Logan. He headed strait to his room, and to his bed. The back of his left hand itched, and looking at it, relized that the area around the IV punchure was bright red. He'd have to ask Hank to look at that, but not untill morning. He was too tired tonight, and as it was now past one AM, Hank would have gone to bed, anyway.
*****
The pain in his upper back only got worse as the night went on. Logan tried to ignore it, but around four AM, the pain suddenly spiked violently in both shoulder blades, and he yelped involintarily.
Enough was enough. He was tired of this. He hadn't wanted to wake Hank, but after today, he needed to get some sleep. Wincing at the pain, he slowly got to his feet. After pulling on some sweat pants, He made his way out the door and down the hallway toward the elevador. He hadn't gone more then a few steps, however, when the pain spiked yet again. Groaning softly, he lowered himself to his knees and waited for the pain to subside. It spiked once more, and he couldn't hold in a cry of pain. The sound of ripping flesh was heard, similer to the sound his claws made when they poped, echoed through the quiet hallway. Logan then felt a sharp, tugging sensation in his shoulder blades, and the pain subsided. Logans breathing returned to normal, but his back still felt different. Heavier. Confused, he flexed his shoulders.
With the motion came another tug, gentle this time, and the sound of ruffling feathers. A movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the large windows at his left. There was his reflection, same as it had always been......
.......except for the giant, feathered wings protruding from his back.
*****
Meanwile, down the hallway, Warren couldn't sleep. Both hands now itched horribly, and there was a dull throbing throughout his body. He was just about to get up and look for some pain pills when a muffled cry sounded out in the hallway. Quickly, he got out of bed and made his way out into the corridor, only to stop short in absolute astonishment at the sight that greeted him. Wolverine was on his knees, facing him, just a few feet away. With a pair of black & white wings.
"W-Wolverine!?"
Logan looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. Warren was about to move closer, when that itching sensation in his hands turned into a sharp, shooting pain. It quickly spread through both arms. It flaired for about ten seconds, then ebbed away.
Warren opened his eyes, though he did not remember closing them, and relised that he had droped to his knees in front of Logan. He looked up at wolverine, but the canadian didn't meet his gaze. Instead, the older mutants attention was fixed on Warren's hands. He followed Logans gaze, and was greeted with the sight of claw-like bones protruding from his knuckles.
TBC.........
By Ladylupin Lycanthrope.
Fandom: X-Men, comic-verse.
Pairing: Warren/Logan(Archangel/Wolverine).
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, and am getting no money from this fic.
Warnings: Slash, some sexual content, and a bit of OOC. Pluse, english is not my first language, my spelling sucks, and for the moment at least, I have no spell-check. Bare with me for a few chapters, OK?
A/N: If anyone reading this also read my Dragon Ball Z fics, I promise you, I will finish them eventually. I just need to work up the willpower and the muse to do it!
************************************
Beast opened up a freezer located in the back of his lab, and gently pulled out two plastic bags of blood. He then shut the door with his foot and turned to walk back to his two patiants, Wolverine and Angel.
Earlier that day, the X-men had been sent on a mission to stop an anti-mutant group from assasinating a new group of pro-mutant U.S. government officers. They had fought off the first wave of thugs and were in the process of evacuating the humens when re-inforcments had arived in the form of sentinals. They had managed to defeat the giant robots, but Warren had suffered some sevier blows and internal bleeding, while Logan had been badly burned by the sentinals flame thrower. He had already repaired the damage to Warren, and while Logans healing factor had taken care of his burns, he had lost a lot of blood, and Beast had decided to give him some just to be on the safe side.
He regulary had the x-men give pints of blood, in the event of injury in battle. He now carried one pint each of Warren and Logans blood and hooked up the IV needles into both his patiants arms. Warren was out cold, but Logan opened his eyes when Hank stepped to his bedside.
"This gonna take long, Blue?"
"No more then half an hour, Logan. Then you can leave."
Logan looked like he wanted to protest, as he hated the med-lab, but he didn't, just closed his eyes again as Hank hooked him up to the IV, one specially designed to counteract his healing factor. Hank then proceded to do the same to Warren. Logan sighed wistfuly, wishing he had some beer. It was going to be a long 30 minutes.
*****
It was actually closer to 45 minutes before Logan left the med-lab. First he made his way up to the kitchen for a beer, which he took back to his room. Once he got there, he sliped out of his clothing and into the shower. His upper back suddenly felt strange. Sort of painful, but not really. Did that even make sense? He wondered at that as he lathered shampoo in his hair. After it had all been washed out again, he gently slid down the shower wall, letting the warm water relax his tired muscles.
*****
Warren left the med-lab about 10 minutes after Logan. He headed strait to his room, and to his bed. The back of his left hand itched, and looking at it, relized that the area around the IV punchure was bright red. He'd have to ask Hank to look at that, but not untill morning. He was too tired tonight, and as it was now past one AM, Hank would have gone to bed, anyway.
*****
The pain in his upper back only got worse as the night went on. Logan tried to ignore it, but around four AM, the pain suddenly spiked violently in both shoulder blades, and he yelped involintarily.
Enough was enough. He was tired of this. He hadn't wanted to wake Hank, but after today, he needed to get some sleep. Wincing at the pain, he slowly got to his feet. After pulling on some sweat pants, He made his way out the door and down the hallway toward the elevador. He hadn't gone more then a few steps, however, when the pain spiked yet again. Groaning softly, he lowered himself to his knees and waited for the pain to subside. It spiked once more, and he couldn't hold in a cry of pain. The sound of ripping flesh was heard, similer to the sound his claws made when they poped, echoed through the quiet hallway. Logan then felt a sharp, tugging sensation in his shoulder blades, and the pain subsided. Logans breathing returned to normal, but his back still felt different. Heavier. Confused, he flexed his shoulders.
With the motion came another tug, gentle this time, and the sound of ruffling feathers. A movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the large windows at his left. There was his reflection, same as it had always been......
.......except for the giant, feathered wings protruding from his back.
*****
Meanwile, down the hallway, Warren couldn't sleep. Both hands now itched horribly, and there was a dull throbing throughout his body. He was just about to get up and look for some pain pills when a muffled cry sounded out in the hallway. Quickly, he got out of bed and made his way out into the corridor, only to stop short in absolute astonishment at the sight that greeted him. Wolverine was on his knees, facing him, just a few feet away. With a pair of black & white wings.
"W-Wolverine!?"
Logan looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. Warren was about to move closer, when that itching sensation in his hands turned into a sharp, shooting pain. It quickly spread through both arms. It flaired for about ten seconds, then ebbed away.
Warren opened his eyes, though he did not remember closing them, and relised that he had droped to his knees in front of Logan. He looked up at wolverine, but the canadian didn't meet his gaze. Instead, the older mutants attention was fixed on Warren's hands. He followed Logans gaze, and was greeted with the sight of claw-like bones protruding from his knuckles.
TBC.........