I Remember
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,004
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own neither Angel or Wolverine or anything like that....
I Remember
Author's Note: Wolverine is written based on my knowlege of X-men and thus is a bizare mix of Comic and Movie character. Thus, I don't really care if timelines or anything cannon dosn't go along with the story.
He leaned against the wall, struggling to hold himself up and coughed, blood falling from his lips to the floor, which was already streaked with the stuff. Sliding down the wall to sit at the bottom he whimpered in pain, knowing that, if he was anyone else, he’d be dead.
His name was Logan and he was a mutant. He’d just been fighting for his life. Two days ago the Professor had sent him to sunny LA to cut down to size a nest of vampires. He’d done so, but was now bleeding all over and tired as hell.
Logan had huge cuts from knives the vampires carried and guns shot wounds all over his body. One cut ran down across his left eye, which would probably take a day or more to heal. He couldn’t see that well out of his right eye because of the blood that had spattered on his face.
Coughing up another mouthful of blood Logan cursed as he heard a group of humans enter the room… he had no strength to hide or run away.
There were three men and one woman… no four men, one of which followed the others and smelled…smelled familiar, thought Logan couldn’t say why.
The woman darted over to Logan and started cleaning his face, she looked back at the men. “Is this the guy from your vision, Doyle?” she asked.
“Yeah.” A man with an Irish accent answered, looking around the room. “Sure took one hell of a beating…”
“He did destroy a nest of vampires.” Remarked an English voice.
“All by himself…” added on the third man, who was large and black.
The last man, the man who seemed so familiar to Logan, kneeled down next to him and gently touched his face in one of the few places that was not hurt.
“I’ll take care of him… you guys go home and rest.” The man whispered.
“Okay Angel.” The girl smiled and the rest of the people left.
Angel… Thought Logan as he started to pass out. The man’s name is Angel…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Logan woke he was clean, his injuries had been healed by his mutant ability and he was lying in a soft bed.
Slowly he sat up, leaning his head first to one side and then to the other, stretching sore and tired muscles.
“Hello Logan.” The man named Angel, who was standing in the doorway, whispered.
Logan stared at Angel, before finally speaking. “How do you know me?”
“World War II.” Angel answered, sitting down on the bed and looking at Logan. “Well…the war was over…” he paused and searched Logan’s face. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Logan didn’t know why, but he trusted this man, this Angel. “The military… they did something to me… messed with my head.”
“We were in Paris.” Angel explained. “We were both alone… we didn’t know anyone there, but then we met in a little bar…”
Logan suddenly reached up and touched Angel’s face. “Liam.” He whispered, remembering the name suddenly. “Your name…it’s Liam.”
Liam/Angel smiled. “Now a days I go by Angel…but you can call me that, if you wish.”
Logan looked deeply into Angel’s eyes. “We were… we were lovers…weren’t we?”
Angel nodded and Logan started crying, not even noticing that Angel had wrapped his arms around him. “They took away my memory.” Logan sobbed, not used to crying. “But something… something’s still there… I still remember you…but not like a real memory… more like a feeling then anything.”
“Logan…” Angel suddenly said, moving Logan’s chin so they were looking at each other. “Stay with me?”
Logan nodded silently, enjoying the warmth in Angel’s arms.
TBC
He leaned against the wall, struggling to hold himself up and coughed, blood falling from his lips to the floor, which was already streaked with the stuff. Sliding down the wall to sit at the bottom he whimpered in pain, knowing that, if he was anyone else, he’d be dead.
His name was Logan and he was a mutant. He’d just been fighting for his life. Two days ago the Professor had sent him to sunny LA to cut down to size a nest of vampires. He’d done so, but was now bleeding all over and tired as hell.
Logan had huge cuts from knives the vampires carried and guns shot wounds all over his body. One cut ran down across his left eye, which would probably take a day or more to heal. He couldn’t see that well out of his right eye because of the blood that had spattered on his face.
Coughing up another mouthful of blood Logan cursed as he heard a group of humans enter the room… he had no strength to hide or run away.
There were three men and one woman… no four men, one of which followed the others and smelled…smelled familiar, thought Logan couldn’t say why.
The woman darted over to Logan and started cleaning his face, she looked back at the men. “Is this the guy from your vision, Doyle?” she asked.
“Yeah.” A man with an Irish accent answered, looking around the room. “Sure took one hell of a beating…”
“He did destroy a nest of vampires.” Remarked an English voice.
“All by himself…” added on the third man, who was large and black.
The last man, the man who seemed so familiar to Logan, kneeled down next to him and gently touched his face in one of the few places that was not hurt.
“I’ll take care of him… you guys go home and rest.” The man whispered.
“Okay Angel.” The girl smiled and the rest of the people left.
Angel… Thought Logan as he started to pass out. The man’s name is Angel…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Logan woke he was clean, his injuries had been healed by his mutant ability and he was lying in a soft bed.
Slowly he sat up, leaning his head first to one side and then to the other, stretching sore and tired muscles.
“Hello Logan.” The man named Angel, who was standing in the doorway, whispered.
Logan stared at Angel, before finally speaking. “How do you know me?”
“World War II.” Angel answered, sitting down on the bed and looking at Logan. “Well…the war was over…” he paused and searched Logan’s face. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Logan didn’t know why, but he trusted this man, this Angel. “The military… they did something to me… messed with my head.”
“We were in Paris.” Angel explained. “We were both alone… we didn’t know anyone there, but then we met in a little bar…”
Logan suddenly reached up and touched Angel’s face. “Liam.” He whispered, remembering the name suddenly. “Your name…it’s Liam.”
Liam/Angel smiled. “Now a days I go by Angel…but you can call me that, if you wish.”
Logan looked deeply into Angel’s eyes. “We were… we were lovers…weren’t we?”
Angel nodded and Logan started crying, not even noticing that Angel had wrapped his arms around him. “They took away my memory.” Logan sobbed, not used to crying. “But something… something’s still there… I still remember you…but not like a real memory… more like a feeling then anything.”
“Logan…” Angel suddenly said, moving Logan’s chin so they were looking at each other. “Stay with me?”
Logan nodded silently, enjoying the warmth in Angel’s arms.
TBC