15 days since
15 days since Logan left Wade in the aircraft all by himself.
15 days since Logan has been locked away in a fancy prison ‘guest’ room with certain bracelets made just for him that made taking his claws out rather impossible.
15 days, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Wade, just picturing what his face would have looked like if he turned around before jumping.
Would it be anger? Or that soft, desperate expression that he made when he thought Logan wasn’t looking
Where was he now? Was he safe? Did the x-men let him go, or did they track him down and prison him in an actual prison?
Logan sat on a plush bed. Think of a fancy bedroom but more indestructible with a steel door that stood out painfully.
No window obviously, or he would have escaped by now to where? He doesn’t know
After he was caught, they put him under this time with enough ‘booty juice’ as Wade would put it.
Logan bit his lip hard, just thinking his name.
And he woke up in this room with plenty of time to think over his actions.
This universes Scott came and questioned him practically every day, occasionally Jean
It hurt a lot pulling the fresh new strings of his heart that Wade had built up for him.
He tried to destroy those strings on the aircraft, and he did, crumbling them bloody but rotting away in this room with only memories made them unfold back.
The door shook with a knock, and then it opened.
The first time Scott came in here to question him, Logan just starred at him, having flashbacks of every experience he had with his own Scott.
That day he got nothing out of Logan.
The next day Scott tried again, and honestly, Logan would prefer to be waterboarded in maple syrup sweet tea than this torture.
Day three Logan lashed out with pent-up emotions until Scott fucked off.
It took until day 9 for Scott to come back and try again
In between those days DNA samples and many other things were experimented, and some of it ended up making Logan have serious flashbacks.
He had a lot of flashbacks, not just because of the people here but the small things—the smell of the wood, the certain texture of the blankets that only the mansion had.
Scott shut the door behind him, looking different than all the other times, "Logan.”
Logan shot him a gruff look from the bed, hands fiddling with the braclets.
“Results from our doctors and tests all point to you being an alternate universe wolverine, so let me check with you one more time.”
Anything to make you stop talking and making me relive the moment my friends died
Logan tried to shove the feeling of hope down of being able to leave
“Wade Wilson brought you from an alternate timeline to fix this timeline from expiring? And as a result, you saved the universe, and after that happened, you stayed.”
Logan gave a short nod to Scott’s summary he thought to ask about Wade more than once but thought against it.
It would look suspicious that Logan would care enough to ask about him if he was just a hostage.
“Everything matches… I would like to apologize for tracking you down in such a manor, but we still can’t let you go.”
Logan's brows twitched, but other than that, he didn’t show how disappointed leaked in his brain.
He couldn’t blame Scott if he were in his position seeing his dead friend without knowing about the multiverse, of course he would hunt them down.
“You’re a vital piece of research to understand the multiverse, not only that, we can’t legally let you walk out just yet.”
Logan knew why in his old universe they occasionally had to take in unstable mutants who couldn’t control their mutation and train them up so they could go free.
But if they didn’t fix themselves up, freedom wasn’t an option, as they could be a threat to the peace with humans.
“Then fuck off." Logan spat out not the smartest of words to get a guy on your side to think your stable enough to be in public.
Scott didn’t seem fazed anymore. “Tomorrow we can let you leave your room and walk around the mansion or the gaurden outside with an escort.”
Yeah, fuck that to, for sure no.
Scott left and night came so that ment dinner Logan tried to eat dinner, but he couldn’t find himself to be bothered anymore, the act feeling like a chore once more.
But he tried for Wade knowing how disappointed he would be if he didn’t even try.
The next day rolled around, and then the next, the same bullshit every day, a little new but the same.
Scott would offer to take him outside his room. Jean occasionally came to sit down and talk while he ignored her.
Each day the food they served looked more disgusting, The smell of the mansion and the texture of the blankets drew him insane.
Now Logan didn’t know how long it’s been having more nightmares than ever before being in this place was a constant trigger.
He was going insane, and it must be showing because they changed the food and offered a fucking therapist.
He didn’t shower he couldn't bother to
While jumping off the plane Logan knew it would be bad to be near his dead friends, It wasn’t just bad it was his personal hell.
Not only that..but not seeing Wade..
It was something he never knew kept him together, and without him, he was unwinding fast.
Not eating wouldn’t physically bother him until at least a month, so when he started to feel it, he knew it was geting to a point.
He regretted it, Logan regretted being selfish, he wanted Wade, he wished he stayed on that aircraft with Wade.
Even if it would have landed him in the same place, he would have been able to see Wade longer even if that was just a few seconds.
No, he couldn’t do that to Wade, if he was caught also then he wouldn’t have a chance to eventually leave like Logan did.
When.. if he gets out, Logan wonders, Would Wade still want to be friends? He wouldn’t be bold enough to assume Wade was still like him after that.
Scott was at the foot of his bed just looking at him, When did he get there?
“You remind me of my Logan when we first met.. mabye, even a little worse, it took forever for him to open up.”
I guess that was the only thing that the worst Wolverine and this universes Wolverine shared
Logan decided to humor him, “You're not very good at sweet talking.”
Scott seemed to perk up at this “I’ll try harder then.”
Logan didn’t respond at that, trying not to breathe too deeply so he wouldn’t smell the familiar scent of Scott.
“Remember what you said on the aircraft?”
Yes, Logan remembered every second of that day the kiss getting chased by the x-men betraying Wade.
“You said that.. you killed your Scott.”
This was brought up before, and evertime It didn’t end up good, “go fuck yourself.”
“If you ever want to get out of this place, we can’t let that go.”
It was true, but it still pissed him off to no end. “Fuck off.”
Logan hasn’t even told Wade the details, and he used to be his best friend, What was the rush of getting out anyway? Was there really a reason?
Okay, yeah, there was a reason, but how would he know that Wade was out there waiting? … and the fact that just being here at the mansion was torture.
A few more days and Logan was still in the same spot, not even bothering to look at the fresh plate of food.
Scott was back, but he wasn’t alone. The professor Charles was with him
It was like a new level of electricity shocked his body, He jolted, a physical reaction to his face, and the way his name sounded on that man’s mouth was the last straw.
Logan fucking lost it
Scott helped the professor put his hands on Logan’s forehead so he could enter his mind.
Logan wasn’t paying attention too much; he was too busy thrashing trying to get them away.
Something about the professor not being able to access Logan's mind like he could like the others due to Logan being from a different universe
At an instant Logan’s memories were flashing across at an incredible speed, so many things death, death, blood, blood, and Wade Wade Wade Wade
Wade
Logan was gasping for Wade arms outstretched before darkness consumed him whole.
A beeping sound raised him from the dark, and logan was greeted by white walls.
Not only that, but a tall, furry blue man
Hank
Logan just couldn’t catch a break, huh?.. His brain was muddy and blurry, like someone put his brain in a blender.
His arm was attached to an IV and other weird beeping things, He was so tired, so very tired.
Darkness ate him again for a much longer time.