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PART 1

Year: 1964

Location: Long Binh, Vietnam

I became startled when he looked at me with those enticing blue eyes. They seemed to have held curiosity and amusement albeit suffering extremely horrendous third-degree burns around his chest area and his arms. My eyes widened. The once coal coloured charred skin I had been tending to simply commenced to heal for itself. I removed the cloth filled alcohol I had placed on his limb and looked around the room to see if anyone had witnessed that.

I was amazed. Was he just like me? A m-mutant?

I stared down at his built chest which was breathing in and out just like a normal human would and set my eyes back to him.

"Like what you see nurse?" he asked while giving me a jaunty smile.

I sighed and thought to myself, 'He caught me staring!' I smiled at him coyly, definetly knowing I was madly blushing and tried to cover it up...but failed miserably. I tried to tell him I was just admiring the shape of his skull. His skull wasn't on his chest. Jesus Christ. I was staring down at his chest. I sighed. Now I was pretty much sure my face was as red as a tomato.

I heard him laugh and then felt the warmth of his hand brush over my arm that sent a spark down my spine. With all the men I've dealt with, this was the first in a long time that had given me that reaction.

"So," he spoke. I saw his eyes drift to my nurse uniform apparel while looking at him questioningly. His right hand briefly scratched his chin and then looked back at me. "Mara Garrison, thank you for aiding me in my time of need but I'm going to have to ask for my clothes back."

"Your clothes, mainly your upper attire have been burned to crisp, due to the previous events. We have some clothes salvaged from other deceased soldiers which are there for your use. I'm sure you won't mind using them?" I asked.

He propped himself up from the hospital bed and got up saying, "Not at all."

He followed behind me as I walked briskly to the wooden storage box. I removed a serrated key from the pocket of my uniform and bended down to open it. I sighed. 'Wrong one…'

Sally Bierman, a good friend of mine who was also a voluntary Red Cross nurse like myself, came into the room and tapped on my shoulder. Her usual bright brown eyes were streaked with tears and I heard her choke a sob. I stood up to embrace her trembling figure.

"What's the matter Sally?" I asked sincerely, my hand soothingly stroking her back.

Sally was a petite woman. She donned a short blonde pixie cut hair, playful brown eyes and had the sensitive trait. She'd do her best to serve the dying soldiers but her emotions sometimes got the best of her.

"One of the soldiers I was taking care of-" she started while she pulled away and looked at me.

I remembered. He was a dark haired lad with curly brown hair who was transported here by an ambulance truck. He had a several gunshot wounds on his stomach had arrived here a couple days ago and Sally nurse him back to health. The last time I had passed by him, he looked like he was getting better.

"His name was Frankie. You remember don't you?" she looked at me. I nodded and she continued, "I was talking to him and suddenly he-he flatlined! He's undergoing surgery because doc says there somethin' wrong with the function of his brain and, and I don't know if he'll survive!" She started to sob and flung her arms around me. I heard someone scoff in annoyance, or was it my imagination?

"You've dealt with this about a million times and never have I seen you get this upset about a man Sally…The wounded and dying men in our care need our strength so don't cry…for the sake of our soldiers. They knew what to expect when they were sent out remember? Don't be sad Sally. There's a chance he might make it ok?"I replied gently. I felt her shake her head in understanding and let go of me.

Sally's gaze was on to the man I was tending to earlier. I mentally slapped my head. I almost forgot he was there. I didn't even ask for his name!

"Who's he?" Sally asked curiously.

I turned towards him and hesitated. I looked at him quizzically and bit my lip and said, "This, this soldier right there is…"

He raised a brow at me and spoke, "James Logan."

"James Logan, over here beside me is Sally Bierman," I said and pointed towards her.

Sally reached out her hand to greet him and he accepted. This man had large hands compared to Sally's which were small and delicate. It looked like he was about to crush her.

"I've never seen him before," Sally asserted truthfully.

"You can't expect to know every soldier out here Sally…plus he was just sent here this morning," I replied.

"Well he healed awfully fast! Thank the Jesus' for that! Why's he in the evacuation hospital? His wounds were minor weren't they?" she told and inspected Logan.

I didn't want to explain it to her and was glad Logan spoke up. "You going to open that box or not? I need my clothes woman and I ain't waiting here until Christmas," he said in annoyance.

"You don't have to be so rude you know," Sally piped up. "You should be glad you're even alive and we have this service. Most of the nurses here, which are mostly volunteers don't even make it to Christmas!" Sally yelled.

"Neither do soldiers," Logan said.

She glared at him and looked awfully red with anger. She huffed. "Sorry to bother you Mara, I should be getting back to my patients." She stomped off.

Logan whistled, "Well…that was unexpected."

I shrugged it off and told him to go back to the hospital bed. He complied and I looked back down to the damned storage box. I felt rude asking for where the keys for it had been placed because all the other nurses were busy as hell. I couldn't distract them from their job.

I kneeled and looked at the lock. It was made of steel. I raised my right hand and emitted an extremely high temperature of fire. The steel started to turn red hot then it had an intense yellow orange look to it and it finally disintegrated. I sent a small gust of wind to get rid of the dust on the floor. This box should've been kept open at all times.

The darned lock was finally opened. I raised up the lid and took out some old army clothing which consisted of a woodland camo shirt with a matching pants and added an M-65 field jacket with military black combat boots.

I held the clothing in my arms and stood up. He was already looking at me so I motioned him to come back. I couldn't help but admire his built body while he walked towards me. I could also see some suspicion in his eyes. Once he was there, I walked out of the room sadly passing by the wounded soldiers and took Logan to the changing room.

His hands briefly touched mine while I handed him the clothing. We met each other's gazes and there was an undeniable attraction between us. The clothes were in his hand while his other arm snaked their way around my waist while he leaned in to brush his lips lightly on mine. I responded rather roughly and went on to deepen the kiss as he tightened his grip on me. I wrapped my arms around his fleshy neck. He cornered me to the wall and felt his free hand lift my uniform briefly and caress the side of my thigh. I bit the bottom of my lip and moaned while he started to kiss the side of my neck down to my throat-

"Well well so this is where you've been hiding…Little Brother," someone spoke up.

I immediately ceased my movements, as did Logan. I got out of his grip and smoothed down my nurse uniform and looked at the intruder. He looked like his brother, maybe it was that they both had sideburns? I chuckled, but not aloud. He suddenly smiled. He had a dangerously looking set of canine teeth. Logan motioned me to go near his brother as he introduced us.

I was kind of intimidated of his brother since I saw an evil glint shimmering in his eyes.

"Mara Garrison, meet Huggy," Logan sniggered.

I heard the man sent out a low feral growl and saw his abnormally long nails get longer. He raised out his hand to greet me and told me his name was Victor Creed.

Victor towered over me and then whipped his head to Logan and smiled wickedly.

"This is the 4th nurse you've tried to seduce in the past week…and they always fall for it," Victor spoke shaking his head.

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth. Don't listen to him," Logan said.

Whether he was lying or not, it didn't matter. I did like him, but it was only a physical attraction. I do get certain needs now and then but I barely knew the man. He was appealing and I wasn't ready for that one sided relationship which might end out to only include sex.

"I've got other soldiers to attend to. You should probably go get changed up," I suggested and left the room. I didn't give them anytime time to respond.

This was the day I first met Logan.

A/N: Should I continue this? Then review if you liked it :) I've a lot of ideas for this new story of mine and will deal with some flashbacks before it goes out to the current date. You should definetly listen to this great aussie band called Powderfinger. Their song 'I don't remember' goes really well with this story. The lyrics are relate to this story. Just don't watch the video for it. Trust me, it's a tad strange. But hey! It's a great song.