A/N: My take on what should happen in Partings. This was the result of a weird sleep schedule. It was written a few days ago during French class. But not in the language French. You know what I mean. It's dedicated to my amazing friend Michelle, and her amazingly never ending amount of Logan-hate. I also get that it's really short and I don't know if I'll continue it or what. It's all up in the air because of my other fic Spring Break for Dummies being at a major writers block point.

There was something in that last look he gave me before he got on the plane. It was like he wanted to leave, wanted to get away from me. Something in our last conversation had told me he wouldn't come back the same guy. "I promise," he'd said before giving me a light hug. Not a we-live-together type hug, just a we're-friends hug. It was barley a touch.

I knew it couldn't last forever. He'd eventually have to go back to his old ways. I know I deserve it, but still…it hurts. I don't really mind and that makes it hurt worse. More complicated, yes, but it all comes back to how much I don't care anymore. It's like a fog. The more people give me space to hurt, the less it does.

I'd been sitting there crying for about ten minutes. The cliché movie way, head in hands. I felt cliché. I felt used and guilty and I couldn't trace where exactly it had come from. Probably a long time coming. If Mom were here, she'd be mocking me. I pictured her watching me from a distance. She'd be laughing like she used to at the movie girls on movie night. I missed the movie nights we had. I missed our closeness. Long time coming, it was karma. And then it all goes to crap.

I wiped off my face with a tissue I'd thought to bring. Not because I'd miss him. Because he was taking part of me with him. It was the fun and carefree part. I could go back to how things were before it got screwed up.

I stood up slowly, stretching. Maybe I'd been crying for longer than I thought. The time felt scrambled, like watching a movie at BW&R. Sometimes the way it was supposed to end came first and the end was all screwed up. Then Kirk would usually fix it.

I felt that feeling like someone watching me. And then I saw him. He was leaning against a wall, smirking. He always seemed to be smirking. Don't look at me now. It's just an empty space. The saying popped into my head, along with a jumble of other things. I smirked too. Some things need to be made fun of.

"Wow, if it isn't the Lifetime movie star," he said sarcastically. I had been thinking the same thing. He knew it. "I feel honored with your presence."

"You're here," I said lightly.

"You're different now." I could feel the way he was looking at me - so delicately. Logan never looked at me like that.

"So are you," I noticed how he was. He looked caring. He looked like a guy that had a steady life, that wasn't shallow, that had taken the time to work for it. I looked over him again, this time seeing him as a seventeen year old. A naïve, innocent seventeen year old watching a guy sitting on a bridge smoking. He was the same guy. But he wasn't.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, leaning forward to hug me. I almost started crying again, but that might scare him away. The old him, at least. This would take some getting used to now.

Suddenly I felt myself slipping, almost like I was shedding my skin. I was back to my old self again. Nothing had ever changed. Except for everything, but it was mostly for the better.