InsaneJournal

The one advantage to an underground bunker, in Laura’s view, was the vents. They were necessary in a closed facility like this to keep the air from getting stale, albeit with extra measures here to allow radiation spills to be contained, but more importantly for her they created a way around that didn’t rely on the crowded and public corridors. Cramped as hell, yes, but she didn’t mind that so much as long as there was a way out. Like the grate into Logan’s quarters, impassable to most but easily severed from its fastenings with adamantium blades. She dropped almost silently to the floor of the living area, pausing a moment to sniff for his scent before padding into the bedroom and folding herself into the space between mattress and wall. Too many new memories in her head, the ones that had been temporarily forgotten and a whole host of new ones, years of them. She felt overwhelmed and raw, her eyes already red-rimmed and Logan’s familiar scent threatening to set her off again. It was almost like healing from traumatic brain damage - that flood of new information as the tissues reformed enough to process incoming messages, remembering smells and sensations and sounds, and part of her wanted to try to outrun it all, just go and not stop until she injured or exhausted herself too much to keep on, but if she did that she’d leave Logan behind. And that was not an option.