OK I have no real idea where this is going only that I've had it in my head for some time now. Bare with me.

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Chapter One

"Hey."

I can't believe that after what I did to him I am standing here in his bedroom. I can't help it though, not now. Not after I feel like I know him so well.

"The Professor said that you were," fumbling I shrug 'feeling better' just didn't seem like the right turn of phrase, "awake."

He just stares at me. No response. OK, poker-face. I can do that.

"I brought you a get well present."

Get well, that didn't seem right either after our 'accident' together the other night. Stepping further into the room I hold up the six-pack of beer. Molsons. It's Logan's favorite beer. It kept popping into my head all day in class, and truthfully I could have really gone for one myself, but this is about Logan, not me.

"How'd you manage that, you're what sixteen, kid."

I shrug setting the beers down on the night stand.

"Seventeen and...I have my resources."

Flopping down in the only chair I set a plastic convenient store bag down on the floor between my feet and fish out a pint of vanilla ice cream. What? I eat when I am nervous OK. Pealing the lid off I toss it into the bag and grab a plastic spoon.

"Beer and Ice Cream. Great, we can make floats."

At least he's got a sense of humor. I know that the Logan in my head isn't mad at me, it's weird. Really, really, really weird. I'd have thought the minuet he woke up he'd of hunted me down so he could take my head off but instead here I am volunteering.

"I had a craving." my brow quirks up, something from him since I never do that, a kind of 'you gotta problem with that, bub' expression. Everyone says that I've taken on some of Logan's lesser charming personality traits. I wouldn't know, I don't know him that well...except for the Logan in my head.

Even though the Logan in my head told me I did what I had to do, I feel like I need to make things right with the physical Logan. The tall, dark, dangerous, muscles on top of his muscles, drop dead gorgeous, physical Logan.

"I'm sorry." I say around a mouth full of vanilla.

Logan is staring at me, or at least sort of staring at me, he's examining the beer I brought him. I'm sure that it's his favorite, the inner Logan said so and when I picked it out of the cooler at the gas station the inner Logan was growling (or maybe he was purring, either way), he didn't have any complaints. I'm going to take his silence as a good thing but really I'd rather he were screaming at me, threatening to sink of one those nine inch steel claws through my brain if I ever come near him again. I dunno which would be better, silence or violence.

"You're sorry?" He asks me with a questioning look.

Oh no, here it comes. Finally. But now, I am really sure that I preferred the silent Logan better, the one that just stares at me and doesn't say anything. Just probes my sincerity with those intense hazel eyes and moves on.

"Yeah...I'm sorry. I- maybe I shouldn't have come." I'm nervous, frozen between sticking this out, having the full attention of his rage focused on me, or making a run for it. But really I can't say that I don't deserve it. "I didn't mean to hurt you...I-I just didn't know what else to do when you stabbed me..."

He winced, does that mean he's sorry too? What does he have to be sorry about? I'm the one that came into his room in the middle of that night trying to play hero.

"I heard you when you were dreaming the other night." There are butterflies in my stomach, why are there butterflies in my stomach? Oh right, I'm sitting in the bedroom of the man that less that seventy-two hours ago sunk three nine inch steel claws through my chest and I used my powers on him and nearly killed him. What was I thinking? "I heard you and I couldn't stand it...it sounded like you were being tortured and uh...yeah." I nod lamely. How much more pathetic could I possibly get right now? Hello, God? Yeah it's Marie could you open up the earth now so it can swallow me whole? Thanks.

"It's not you're fault." I suddenly look up when I hear him say that.

I can't believe it. I nearly kill him with my deadly skin and he's saying that it's not my fault? I know that the inner Logan said it was OK, but still this is just way to creepy. I'm getting off way to easy here. What the hell am I saying? He doesn't want to kill me I should be feeling lucky, thankful even, but I must be a masochistic or something, because I can't let him shoulder the blame for this.

"But, if I hadn't come in snooping around...I don't know you and you don't know me and well...I was just stupid. I'm still really sorry."

"Kid, listen. I stabbed you through the fucking chest for Christ sake, none of this is you're fault."

He's starting to look angry now. Maybe I should just drop this, but of course, I can't, because I'm the aforementioned masochist.

"But-."

"No, buts kid. Now drop it. Go to bed."

Frowning I know when I have been defeated so I get up, gathering my crap up and shuffle towards the door, head hung down, tail firmly tucked between legs.

"How'd you know?"

"Excuse me?" I turn around to look at him.

"Molsons, it's my favorite beer...how'd you know?"

"You told me."

He looks confused and I have to admit I've never had anyone inside of my head that actually survived and was around to talk to afterward. "The you in my head...when I touch someone I absorb their life force...with mutants I get their powers, their memories sometimes I even take on some of their personality traits...my inner you, told me that you like Molsons."

Now he just looks curious and...sad. He probably doesn't like the idea that I have his most inner personal memories locked away inside of my head. I can't blame him.

"Have you gotten any of..." his brows elevated ever so slightly as he looks at me and I get what he is asking without his having to finish the question.

"Yeah...and Jean's ovulating too." I laugh as I turn leaving his room.