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Having thought you were finally in the clear from being hunted as one of the original X-Men alongside your friend Logan, you were certain you could go on with life, until he asked for you help to protect someone.

Requestedbyanon: “not sure if request are open, but if they are could I request a nice old man logan & laura kinney imagine? in which while they are all on the run from transigen, logan calls up the reader who’s an old friend. reader has the ability to shift into a wolf and once they meet up and reader shifts in front of them, laura is all like—"puppy!“ anyways, hope this makes sense. “

A/N: Hope you like it! I did it in two parts again because I went a little overboard! Sorry!

Warning: violence (pretty graphic), cursing.

The sudden text caught her off guard. 

~ Close? ~

Opening a can of coke, she drank it quickly, knowing she would need the extra energy for this, whether it be running or fighting. The woman hoped it could end tonight, but to ensure their victory, they had to train the children to the best of their abilities to gain the maximum advantage. 

The drive would be an anxious twenty minutes, it was late afternoon and creeping into the area in a car would make it challenging to keep a low profile. Logan hadn’t answered, this wasn’t good.

This was the decision. It was now or never. Stopping the car before the large fields that paved the way to the woods, she locked the car, hiding the key, scanning the surroundings from any prying eyes, hiding behind the care, she shifted effortlessly into her wolf form, which could easily have been equivalent to the size of the SUV. 

Her dark grey fur will easily blend among the large bushes, she got this. Rushing into the woods, speeding cautiously towards the cabin. Empty, ravaged, messy. Sniffing out familiar scents, she understood that they had gone deep into the forest. Her ideal hunting environment. 

Racing between the trees, nearly impossible to hear, in the direction of the scent she picked up on that only grew stronger. Sensing them close, she morphed back into human form as she pounced on a tree, staying suspended on a branch which gave a clear picture of where everyone was. 

The not-too-stranger blond cyborg was standing in front of some captured children, a very restrained Laura and a bloodied Logan. The leading scientist was crouching in front of the girl she had grown to love and a Logan-gimmick that was much more terrifying and violent. Great.

A bunch of his men were scattered around, she decided to pick them one at a time. Jumping to another tree until she got at a comfortable distance but also invisible from the number of other men. It was a technique she would use until the very last man standing. 

Discreetly shifting back into her wolf form, she crept onto the man that had moved out of the pack to take a leak. Moments before he could unzip his zipper, she stood tall behind him, grasping him in his mouth and dragging him into a bush, finishing him off. 

“We’re heading back to the truck to get more ammo.” three men explained. When Donald gave them the go, they started to walk back. 

Stalking her prey, she sneaked at their level, in the shadows, getting ready to jump when they had their backs turned. 

A low growl vibrated in her throat which alerted them.

“What the-” the large angry eyes of an overgrown canis lupus hushed them into silence. Bearing her fangs, she practically tore them apart, killing them. A narrowly missed gunshot as the last soldier died alerted the five remaining men.

“What was that?” Donald turned around, seeing the truck practically untouched from the distance. 

“You’re fucked you ugly son of a bitch.” Logan spat. 

“By who? This is all of you.” The scientist scanned around. 

An aggressive howl made them nearly jump out of their skin. Their hearts dropped when they turned around, watching a majestic dark grey six foot wolf standing tall in intimidation, bearing teeth. 

As a soldier tried to lift his gun, she attacked him, biting him hard and slamming him into the ground, clawing at a second one’s skin and nearly pulling off the last soldier’s head. 

Charging towards the scientist, she rammed him back first into a tree, paralysing him. Growling lowly, she maintained eye contact with the remaining security guard, whose hand was hovering over his holter. Prowling closer to him, she stopped momentarily to claw the childrens’ and Logan’s restraints before strided before him. As if savouring the look in his eyes before his end was to come. 

“Get it boy!” he yelled. Just as she was about to end him, something pulled her backwards, hitting her spin against a fallen tree. (Y/N) whined, slowly standing back up, shaking off the pain. 

The children went to deal with Donald Pierce as Laura helped her father up. 

The look on her face said it all, he was going to regret it. The blades slid out of his knuckles and she barely made it out, the next blow as she reached for his neck scratched her shoulder. A grunt escaped her. Limping, she stood out of reach, trying to regain a little strength. Seeing his wounds heal really dropped her determination to finish him off. How was she even going to do that? 

That was until Logan came up from behind him, his own blades protruding through it’s upper stomach. Before it could hurt him, the woman lunged at his arm, munching on it. 

Laura yelled, running to the three, crouching as her own blades slid out of her knuckles and she sliced the back of his kneecaps. 

Struggling, the mutant retracted his edges and striked a punch in her jaw, making her whine and falter back. She became a little dizzy, chewing slowly to recover from the blow. It was a little hard staying still with also a slightly injured leg. 

Fortunately for her, the pair of them were able to finish it off before any more injuries were had. 

In addition, the children had put a permanent halt to Donald Pierce – who had become part of the earth now. 

Laura slowly approached (Y/N), watching with curious eyes as she shyly returned the eye contact. 

“Puppy,” she murmured, reaching up and running her hand through the fur on her head. The wolf hummed in delight, eyes closing slightly.

“What the fuck? YOU CAN TALK?!” Logan yelled.

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Having thought you were finally in the clear from being hunted as one of the original X-Men alongside your friend Logan, you were certain you could go on with life, until he asked for you help to protect someone.

Requestedbyanon: “not sure if request are open, but if they are could I request a nice old man logan & laura kinney imagine? in which while they are all on the run from transigen, logan calls up the reader who’s an old friend. reader has the ability to shift into a wolf and once they meet up and reader shifts in front of them, laura is all like—"puppy!“ anyways, hope this makes sense.  “ 

A/N: Hope you like it! I did it in two parts again because I went a little overboard! Sorry!

Warning: violence (pretty graphic) in the second part, cursing probably.

A small sigh escaped her lips, lowering her cap to conceal her eyes as she took a sip of her warm drink.

It was a sunny, peaceful afternoon and she was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted before she needed to move on. People might still be out, looking for her, but she had to admit it had become very quiet lately. 

She had almost started to let her guard down, almost. 

Having been one of the few mutant-borns still out there, (Y/N) needed to make sure she stayed out of any trouble constantly and not let her instincts take over. Those were the old days, and even now a few she might still be watched. 

“Here is your sandwich to go.” the waiter placed it on her table with a smile.

“Thank you very much.” she nodded, standing up, making sure she had everything with her before heading to her car. 

Slipping inside, she made sure the door was locked before pulling her cap off and sunglasses. Unwrapping her sandwich and munching on it. 

After taking a sip from her drink, her phone vibrated on the passenger seat.

Lifting an eyebrow at the unexpected text, she awkwardly wiped her hands and grasped her phone.

A number she was surprised to see popped up.

~ We need to meet, we’re on the run, location? ~

We? 

This must not be good at all. (Y/N) sat back in her chair, her heart lurching, she didn’t want to be back in the loop of the rush of being caught, but it was Logan, he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t have a good reason. A sigh escaped her, if she was going to expose herself to this, she had to be clever enough to remain discreet. 

****

It had been three days since the text, two of which were preparations and actual driving on the road, she was exhausted, and given the fact that she was half an hour early to their meeting, she might have been able to take a nap.

Until a knock on her door made her jump out of her skin. The figure stood outside, having recognised the car despite her tinted windows, he waited until she let him in.

To which, the girl did. Watching his face as he entered brought back so many memories, it seemed all the good times were just a dream, that it never existed. The woman just realised, what was she supposed to say to him? After all those years of hunting, killing – or rather, being hunted, being killed, having to live as a ghost in a very living world and then finally meet another ghost whose stories converged at one point? Chilling.

“Hey Logan,” she smiled. His features were older, clothes ragged, life visibly took a toll on him, he was tired of it, but he also looked somewhat determined.

“Hey.” he grunted, sitting still. There was a moment of silence, unspoken respect and putting any unresolved issues aside.

“Come here you grumpy old man.” (Y/N) reached and hugged him tightly. Slowly, he returned the hug. 

“It’s been a while.” he sighed as she pulled away. 

“What did you need me for? You’re on the run? What did you do now?” her stern voice returned. He wouldn’t have sought out a hand to anyone else, the woman was a cherished friend that would understand his character, so getting straight to the point,  

“I have a daughter.” he responded bluntly, 

“A daughter? How-”

“Not mine, this, company, used my DNA.”

“Artificial? Fucked up,” she breathed out in disappointment. This could be very bad, in case it was not ethically disturbing beforehand.

“She escaped, came to me and now.” 

“Yeah, I get it.” she nodded, “Do you have a plan?”

He stayed quiet. 

“Run, got it. And where is she?”  

“In another car.” 

“She’s here? You left her on her own to talk to me? Are you insane? You’ve already lost points on parental skills!” the girl expressed, baffled. 

“I didn’t know whether you were going to help.” he justified.

“You came to me, obviously I’m going to help you, who am I? You?” a scoff escaped her. He chuckled, clearly having missed their banter, “well go on then, call her here, we have no time to waste.” 

Pressing the button on the car door, the window opened slowly, until it stopped just to frame his eyes. Facing a dirty, bullet-holed limousine. Why didn’t she notice that earlier? Of course that dump is his. The car door opened and out came a small brunette girl, she hurried over, opened (Y/N)’s car door, slipped inside and closed it.

“Hey sweetie.” the woman smiled, peering into the back seat, “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?” 

“Her name is Laura, she doesn’t speak.” Logan filled in, watching as the girl studied the child’s unbothered face.

****

It had been a week since they arrived at the border, their fake passports were still in the works, they were miles away from ‘Transigen’s’ last known location. This tiny cabin would be harder to find as it was concealed by the very large stretch of woodland in the area. 

Since they had become their number one target however, having rescued the majority of children, they still had to keep their guard up, more than ever. It had been a tiring month but it was worth it. 

What had been a very secretive organisation with an unknown number of agents turned into a collapsed infrastructure with scientists, nurses and children, disappeared. Only this certain ‘Donald Pierce’ and his ‘Reavers’, along with the leading scientist were left. If they could get rid of them, this could all finally end and these poor children could finally start adjusting to a good life. 

It was (Y/N)’s run to the supermarket, picking up an ungodly amount of food for 17 mouths to feed. After paying and getting weird looks from customers and the cashier, she hauled the shopping bags towards her car, which had become drastically unreliable from the insane sudden mileage. 

~ They’re here ~

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