As soon as he set eyes on her, Logan decided that he hated the Blue Bitch. There was something about the yellow gleam in her eyes that Logan just didn’t trust. The smirk didn’t help much either. There was just something very wrong about her.
“I see that Logan has been returned to us,” Mystique drawled, sidling up to Erik and wrapping her body around his. “I trust that he’s all better.”
“He’s getting there, Mystique. Logan had his mind and body fucked with by Xavier and his crew. Even with his abilities that takes a little while to recover from,” Erik informed the Blue Bitch.
Logan was seriously beginning to get pissed off. Something was wrong, but his mind was still too fucked up to figure out exactly what it was. He was sure that it would all become clear in a short while, but didn’t like waiting. The waiting was pissing him off. Logan wanted to scream and shout, but he held it in. Barely. It was taking every ounce of will power that he possessed to keep the claws from springing free.
“Look, nice as this reunion shit is, I want my kids back,” Logan snarled, releasing Erinne from the first time since he had seen her. “I don’t want them staying with those X-Geeks any longer than necessary.”
A grin spread on Erik’s face at Logan’s words. Pulling away from Mystique, he headed back over to his desk and picked up another remote control. Instead of turning on a TV, this one opened up a hole in the wall from which a large metal cylinder emerged. To Logan’s amazement the iridescent image of a mansion appeared atop the cylinder.
“What the fuck?” Logan demanded, his eyes wide. Never had Logan seen something like that. he hadn’t even known that something was possible.
Erik looked over at Logan, a sorrowful look on his face. “There have been some major advances in technology in the five years you’ve been Xavier’s captive. You will find the world very changed.”
That pissed Logan right off. Granted, he had never been very fond of technology, but that didn’t mean he liked the fact that he’d lost five years of his life. He had gone from twenty-seven to thirty-two in the blink of an eye. He could remember nothing of the five years that had passed save brief images of pain and suffering.
Erinne wrapped her arms around Logan. “It’s all right, baby. We’ll get your little boys back. We’ll make them pay for what they did to you.”
Logan turned to Erinne, a tiny smile on his face. “You know about them?”
“Erik told me about them,” Erinne told him. “Two boys. Chase and Hunter. I’m sure that they’re amazing little boys despite who their mother is.”
“There’s nothing wrong with their mother,” Logan mumbled, surprising both himself and the room’s other occupants.
Instantly, Erik tried to steer the conversation onto a different track. He began explaining the layout of Xavier’s mansion, paying special attention to the area that Chase and Hunter were in. He even managed to bring up a visual of the room itself. Logan was shocked by all of this, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. He found it very difficult to believe that technology had advanced so much in five years.
“My boys are in there,” Logan said almost absently.
“That they are,” Erik confirmed. “And if we leave now, we will be able to reach the mansion by midnight. I believe that you said something about wanting your sons back, Logan.”
Still feeling very confused, Logan nodded his head. “I want them with me. I won’t let Xavier do anything to them.”
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Mystique, Quicksilver and Mortimer went straight for the door. At Erik’s order, Mortimer remained behind in order to guide Logan and Erinne to a room where they would find the necessary change of clothes for the mission.
“Erinne’s coming?” Logan demanded, staring intently at the older man as he awaited his answer.
Erik seemed shocked by Logan’s question and nodded his head. “Of course she is. Why wouldn’t she? Someone needs to look after the boys once we retrieve them. Make no mistake, Logan, the X-Men will put up a fight to keep them. And since Erinne will be their new mother, it seems only logical that she would be the one to direct them to safety.”
Even though Logan was completely against the idea, he understood the logic behind it. He didn’t want anything to happen to either Erinne or his boys. Logan had no intention of letting them out of his sight, but there was no telling what the future would hold. The unexpected could very well happen. Logan’s life was proof of that.
”Excuse me, sir, but could I see your drivers license?”
Muttering under his breath about how he had barely been going fifteen kilometers over the speed limit, Logan pulled out his wallet and removed his drivers license. “Is there a problem, officer?”
“I’m afraid so. You have a broken tail light,” the police officer informed him.
“No I don’t!” Logan said automatically. He had been working on his bike only a few hours before and knew that nothing was wrong with it.
The police officer arched an eyebrow. “That so, Mr. Hunters? ‘Cause from where I’m standing it doesn’t look that way.”
While Logan watched in shocked silence, the police officer walked to the back of Logan’s bike and slammed the butt of his flashlight through the right tail light.
“What the fuck!” Logan roared, jumping to his feet and charging towards the police officer.
Logan got barely two steps when he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in the back of his neck. He staggered a bit then collapsed in the dirt at the police officer’s feet.
At that moment, Logan’s word faded to black.
Back in the present, Logan pulled the sweatshirt over his head and tossed it onto the bed in the room Mortimer had led him and Erinne to. He put on the black tank top that had been set out for him and was just about to slip out of his sweat pants when something caught his attention.
Erinne standing at the foot of the bed.
Completely naked.
“What’s going on?” Logan demanded as the scent of her lust reached him.
Erinne strode over to where he was standing and pressed herself up against him. She buried both her hands in his hair and pulled his face down towards hers. “I’ve missed you so much these past five years,” Erinne murmured, rubbing the side of her face against his.
“I’ve missed you too,” Logan told her, shutting his eyes yet, otherwise, remaining perfectly still.
Erinne began to rub her body against his, pressing tiny kisses against the side of his neck. “Then let’s put an end to that.”
As much as Logan’s body was screaming for him to take Erinne right there and then, his mind and heart were screaming for his boys. Nothing else mattered until Hunter and Chase were safe with him. Not even his wife.
Backing himself out of Erinne’s arms, Logan picked up the black pants that had been laid out for him. “Until I get my boys back, nothing else matters. I need them safe. I won’t be able to think clearly until I know they’re safe.”
“Well fine,” Erinne hissed, her green eyes flashing as she stormed over to the clothes that had been put out for her. “You don’t want nothing to do with me even after I spent five years thinking you were dead that’s fine with me. I guess you didn’t miss me as much as I thought.”
“That’s not true, Erinne,” Logan insisted, glancing over at her as he laced up the black combat boots he was to wear. “I’m just real worried about Hunter and Chase.”
“I don’t see why you’re so worried about them. It’s not like you willingly had a hand in creating them,” Erinne grumbled as she shrugged her way into a long-sleeve black shirt.
“Because they’re my blood,” Logan hissed. “And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let them go through what I did. Not a fucking chance.”
”Decrease the saline drip and place him in the tank. I want him fully conscious when we do this.
“They ware my sons and I will not let them be hurt like that.”
”I am connecting the claw sheath to the tendons and nerves in the upper area of his forearm.”
“I highly doubt that they will hurt two defenseless little boys,” Erinne tried to convince him.
Logan shook his head and began pacing around the room. “That’s not a risk I am going to take. I want my boys safe as soon as possible.”
”Opening chest cavity to graft adamantium to his rib cage. Temperature of adamantium is five hundred and sixty-eight degrees Celsius.”
“All right, Erik, let’s get going,” Logan growled as he stormed back into the older man’s office. “We’ve wasted enough time as it is.”
“Temper, temper, Logan. We are civilized people here and there is no need to growl,” Erik chided.
Mystique, Quicksilver, Sabertooth and Toad all walked into the room then, dressed in black from head to foot. Except for Mystique who was her normal blue-tinged self.
“We’re ready to go, Erik,” the Blue Bitch informed the aging mutant.