logan finally seeing you again after he thinks you died many years ago but you were being held hostage for experiments
warnings: deception of grief, mention of abduction and torture
logan gripped the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure. the glass was almost empty, a few swigs left, but enough to blur the edges of his relentless memories. it didnât help. nothing did. not the liquor, not the fights, not even the passage of time. years had passed since he lost you, and the pain never dulled. you had been taken from him, ripped away by forces darker than anything he'd ever known. they had broken into the place you called home, leaving nothing behind but a trace of your blood.
he had searched everywhere, for years, for a hint, a clue, anything that might lead him to you. but time after time, his efforts met dead ends, and after years of failure, he resigned himself to the cruelest reality: you were gone. dead.
that was supposed to be the end of it. that was supposed to be the closure that allowed him to move on. but he couldnât. the nightmares never stopped. the ghosts of what you shared together haunted every quiet moment, every breath. and the bottle of whiskey in his hand was just another failed attempt to drown out the echoes of your laughter.
but something had changed. a leadâsomething tangibleâsurfaced, out of nowhere, dropped into his lap by a mutant with telepathic powers. "sheâs alive," the voice had said in his mind. "sheâs still out there."
at first, logan didnât believe it. he couldnât let himself believe it. but the mutant had given him coordinates, a remote facility in the mountains where you were supposedly held. logan couldnât risk ignoring it. and so he went, the last shred of hope dragging him through hell and back.
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the wind howled through the dense trees as logan scaled the side of the mountain. his body moved with a singular purpose, his senses heightened by desperation. he reached the facility, a hulking, abandoned bunker and smashed through the gates without a second thought. inside, the air was stale and cold. the place reeked of rot and death, but logan pushed on, the scent of you pulling him deeper.
he tore through doors and guards alike, the claws in his hands slicing through steel and flesh with ease. he could hear screams in the distance, the final cries of those who had kept you here, and it only fueled his rage. they had taken you from him, stolen years of your life. they were going to pay.
finally, logan reached a door, thicker than the others, with heavy locks that screamed of secrets too dangerous to escape. he tore it down without hesitation, and what he found inside made his heart stop.
you were there, crumpled on the floor, shackled and broken, your body battered and bruised from years of captivity. the sight of you was like a punch to his gut. you looked so fragile, so small compared to the vibrant person you had once been. but the worst part was your eyes, empty and hollow, a shell of the person he had loved.
logan fell to his knees beside you, his breath caught in his throat. "is it really you?" he whispered, voice cracked with disbelief.
you flinched at the sound of his voice, shrinking back against the cold floor as though you expected more pain to come. you didnât recognize him. not at first. how could you? years of isolation and torment had twisted your reality, left you in a constant state of fear. but then, something in his voice, in the way he said your name, sparked a faint memory.
"logan?" your voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. you blinked up at him, and for a moment, just a moment, he saw a flicker of recognition in your eyes.
"itâs me, darlinâ," he choked out, his hands hovering over your form, unsure of where to touch, how to comfort. "iâm here. iâve got you. iâve got you now."
tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as the realization hit you. after all these years, after everything they had done to you, logan was here. he was real. but the pain, the fear, the traumaâit all came crashing down on you at once, and you broke.
"i thought⌠i thought you were dead," you sobbed, your body shaking with the weight of it all. "i thought i was dead."
logan pulled you into his arms, careful of your injuries but desperate to hold you close. "i thought you were gone too," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "i looked for you⌠god, i looked for you everywhere. iâm so sorry i couldnât find you sooner."
you clung to him, your fingers digging into his jacket as though he might disappear at any moment. "they⌠they did things to me, logan. theyâŚ"
"i know," he said softly, his voice trembling. "i know. but youâre safe now. iâm not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again."
you cried into his chest, years of torment pouring out in a flood of tears that wouldnât stop. and logan held you, his own tears mixing with yours as he tried to soothe you, tried to take away your pain. but he knew he couldnât. the scars they had left on you ran deeper than anything he could heal. all he could do was be there for you, hold you tight, and promise that youâd never have to face this alone again.
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the journey back was a blur. logan carried you out of that place, away from the horrors that had kept you imprisoned for so long. he didnât stop until he found a safe house, far away from everything.
days passed in a strange, delicate rhythm. logan stayed by your side through every nightmare, every flashback, every moment when the weight of what you had been through became too much to bear. he was patient, gentle in a way that felt foreign to him.
at first, you barely spoke, still trapped in the silence that had been forced upon you for so long. but logan didnât push. he stayed close, making sure you knew he was there whenever you needed him, ready to listen when you were ready to speak.
one night, as you sat together by the fire, wrapped in a blanket he had draped around your shoulders, you finally found your voice.
"they took everything from me," you said quietly, your gaze fixed on the flames. "i thought iâd never be whole again."
loganâs heart broke at your words, at the quiet resignation in your tone. he moved closer, his hand reaching for yours. "youâre not broken,â he said, his voice gentle but firm. "they didnât take you from me. youâre still here. youâre still you."
you looked at him then, your eyes searching his for something, maybe hope, maybe reassurance. "but what if iâm not?" you whispered. "what if iâm not the same person you loved?"
logan shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening. "youâre the person i love, darlinâ. thatâs never gonna change."
a small, broken smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and for the first time since he found you, logan saw a glimpse of the person you used to be. it wasnât much, but it was enough. enough to remind him that healing wasnât a straight path, it was messy, painful, and sometimes it felt impossible. but it was possible. and he would be there with you every step of the way.
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months passed, and the scars of your captivity began to fade, not completely, not ever completely, but enough that you started to reclaim pieces of yourself. you and logan rebuilt what had been taken from you, brick by brick, moment by moment. the nightmares didnât stop, and the fear didnât entirely go away, but you found strength in each other. and slowly, little by little, the cracks in your heart began to heal.
one day, as you stood on the porch of the cabin, watching the sun dip below the horizon, logan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you leaned back against him, letting out a soft sigh as you felt the warmth of his presence.
"thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the evening.
"for what?" logan asked, his breath warm against your ear.
"for not giving up on me," you said, turning in his arms so you could look into his eyes. "for finding me.â
loganâs eyes softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI love you.â
tears filled your eyes, but this time, they were tears of something new. not pain, not sorrow, but hope. because even after everything, you had found your way back to each other.
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