AN: I do not own any of the x men comics just my original character.

"Logan I was going through the professor's desk and I found a letter addressed to you," said Storm.

Logan frowned. He like everyone else had a soft spot for Charles Xavier and I mean who couldn't. He had been a wonderful, caring man. But if he had left a note for Logan that meant that he had known he might die. Hell maybe he knew he would die. Logan's frown deepened.

"Thanks 'Ro. I think this one I will read in private," Logan replied. Storm nodded and Logan left the office. Storm knew he didn't want to be around anyone if it was going to spark emotions in him or anger.

The school had changed a lot since the Professor, Jean Gray and Scott were gone. Hallways that were once filled with giggling children were now filled with a somber silence. In some ways it was comfort to Logan and at least he knew the kids felt the same way he did but it still wasn't right. Everybody wanted this place to go back to the way it had been with professor keeping the peace and making a happy place for some who had no other place to go. 'Ro and him didn't know what was going to happen but they would try to keep it going for sake of the mutant children to come and the people, human and mutant a like, who had died in the process. He was going to stick around even if nobody realized it yet.

He turned the corner and caught the familiar smell of Marie. She was the one bright spot that had come out off all of this. It made him almost smile. She had come back about a week ago, cured of her mutation. She was truly happy for the first time he could remember. She was still stubborn and sassy as hell but happy. Also the side effect of this was her and Iceman being nearly inseparable. Unfortunately he couldn't be in a room with the two of them though; the smells that they exuded were absolutely thick with lust. It made his feral self itchy and it usually wanted to kill or fuck anything near him. Thank Goddess, as Storm would say, the danger room was the only one taking a lot of unnecessary beatings of late.

Logan pushed these feelings away as he headed to his room letter firmly grasped in his hand. Finally he reached his room and pulled the door open. He went to the mini fridge first and grabbed a beer out. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip of the liquid gold. "That's much better," He almost said out loud. Searching his pockets he found a Cigar and lighter and made use of both of them. "Guess I can't put this off much longer." He thought. Flopping down in his old leather chair he stared at the letter. *Shknt* he released his claws and used them to open the envelope. Slowly he uncurled the letter.

Logan,

If you are reading this it means something has happened to me. Do not feel bad we as mutants know what risks we take when we have to fight for our beliefs. However I have a matter that is more pressing. A few weeks before I wrote this I came in contact through cerebro with a very powerful mutant living not far from here isolated. Most likely a high class four or even a class five. She refused my help and wanted to be left alone. There was something very familiar about her and could not place it until I contacted her again. Logan, I believe this mutant maybe Rogue's birth mother.

I know this is probably a shock but I want you to go and bring her by any means necessary. I feel she maybe be becoming unstable and will need us. Also if I am gone you may need her. I have included all the information I could gather.

Please Logan do this if not for any one else do it for Rogue. She deserves to know who her parents are and perhaps it will help her to control her mutation.

Best of luck Logan,

Charles Xavier

Logan jumped to his feet spilling his beer and dropping the cigar on the floor.

"What the fuck Chuck!" he roared. He crumpled the letter in his and began pacing the length of his room, having no idea what to think. There was a knock at the door.

"Go away!" he screamed at the door. It opened anyway to an irritated Storm.

"Logan." She said. "What did the Professor tell you?"

Logan stopped pacing and handed her the letter. She read the letter gasping when she reached the end.

"Oh my Goddess!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah that's what the yelling was about," he said running a hand threw his hair to ease his nerves. He walked to the corner of his room ignoring the empty beer and soaked cigar on the floor and grabbed his old duffle bag.

"Logan what are doing?" Storm asked already sure of the answer.

"Packin'," he replied.

"Are you leaving again?" She asked again already sure of the answer.

"Yeah but I am not going to let Chuck or Rogue down on this one. I will be back in a few days" he replied.

Ororo Munroe was shocked that was not the answer she had been expecting. . .