Logan had nowhere else to go. Where else could he go? He walked into the church on the edge of town and looked around.

            "I don't know if there is a God and if he likes the mutant population…" He started, unsure of what to say. "I don't know about anything anymore." He looked around. His nostrils flared. "Who's there?"

            "It's only me," Kurt said as he came out of the confessional. "The priest here said I could hold confession for the people as long as I hid behind the screen. It'll teach them to be more open."

            "Ah, so you heard that?"

            "Yes, and it's okay. In times of grief it's good to come to the Lord and let your feelings out. Your frustration, anger, sadness." Kurt walked to the aisles and looked at the crucifix. "He loves all of us. Man, woman, mutant. He knows your grief and he can help you."

            "I am not here for a sermon."

            "Then why are you here?"

            Logan looked down to the old wood floors. "I had nowhere else to go. I just thought maybe…" He faded. "Never mind."

            Kurt smiled as he took Logan's hand and talked him to the altar. "It's okay to ask for help." He put Logan's hands on the Bible and looked at him with big yellow eyes. "We all need to ask for it. You just need to know where and how to ask."

            "Jean was, Jean and I have no one."

            "You have friends." His thick German accent had ease to it. "You have all the X-Men there. You have a dear friend in Rogue; she adores you. Bobby wants to be you. Even Scott has a bond with you."

            Logan's eyes welled with tears. His green button up shirt was now brown from the red stained glass window's light. He looked at the crucifix.

            "How do you give up emotions? Give up 'em feelings? You're a priest."

            "I'm not a priest, mutants can't be Catholic priests. I'm just a man, and I live with all the emotions you live with. Besides it's hard to have certain feelings when you know they can't be reciprocated."

            "Before I came to the institute, I didn't need them. Now, I need them like I need air."

            "Mr. Logan, God gave us means to express ourselves. Emotions are natural. Grief is natural. God wanted all of us to see how joyous life is by giving us both good and bad. I look like Lucifer's son. I probably scare many people---"

            "I've seen many scary things in my life. You're not one of them"

            "Thank you, but I'm also a person and a loving person. God put so much faith and love in me that I can forgive the people who don't accept me. It lets me stand in this church and try to get you to believe that God loves you and Jean is in heaven. She wants you to move on. She wants you to be happy. God put you at the institute so you can learn about emotions and compassion. It's part of his plan."  

            Logan raised his eyebrow. "Plan?"

            "The great scheme. You know what I'm talking about. We all have one," Kurt looked up at the stained glass window. A portrait of the "Last Supper" in delicate glass made Kurt smile.  "I wonder what it would have been like to be there. I've always thought what if God knew of mutants then, what would happen? Would we have seen such people? Who really would have been at that table?" He stopped. "We all try to be the social people. We all feel that as mutants no one can love us. Rogue feels that a lot, for the brief time I knew John I could feel it from him. We are all lonely and searching for that thing to make us whole. You happened to find Jean, despite her finding Scott. But you'll find someone else."

            "It took me that long---"

            "And how long did it take you to find Rogue?"

            Logan paused and looked into Kurt's big yellow eyes. "You're wise beyond your years."

            "I am a mutant of faith. We should all bear the cross." He looked into Logan's eyes. "That came out wrong."

            Kurt's tail accidentally touched Logan's shoulder. Logan looked at Kurt with new eyes.

            "It came out fine. Bear the cross that we were given," Logan smirked. "Yeah, just like you were given that tail. I was given these claws. Damn it sucks to be us."

            Kurt laughed. He went into his large blue coat and took out a little bottle. He popped the cork and slugged some back.

            Logan sniffed the air.

            "Schnapps?"

            "We made this at the circus in Munich. I drink it whenever I get depressed."

            Logan looked at the bottle. Dark brown liquor filled the delicate bottle; it was half filled.

            "Depressed a lot?"

            "Attacking the president and all."

            Logan arched his eyebrow. "Can I have a taste?"

            "Sure." Kurt handed the bottle to Logan.

            Logan sipped it. "The circus folks know how to drink." He coughed.

            "Special mix."

            "Ah." He took another sip.

            "Be careful, it's strong."

            "I think before I got this metal on me I was an alcoholic. I can handle it very well." He handed the bottle to Kurt. "She chose Scott."

            "She saved us all."

            Kurt took another sip. "We all need saving."

            The eyes locked and they moved in. They kissed gently. Kurt's blue lips went to Logan's bottom lip. Logan pulled back, then stopped, took a breath, and kissed Kurt again. Logan brought his hands up to Kurt's face and touched the raised tattoos. Kurt became scared.

            "It's okay," Logan said. He took a breath.

            "We're drunk, we don't want people---" Kurt didn't want to pull away.

            "It's okay," Logan calmed Kurt down. "It's fine."   

            Kurt looked into Logan's brown eyes. They were warm and accepting. He allowed his tail to squeeze Logan's buttocks, for a second just to see how Logan would react. Logan laughed.

            "That tail must come in handy."

            "Is it okay?"

            "Yes," Logan nodded. The two kissed under the watch of the crucifix. "It's okay to go further Kurt."

            "I just----"

            "You're a virgin. I'll make you a man."

            "Here?"

            Logan nodded.

            "No," Kurt broke away then let his tail wrap around Logan's neck, like a dog collar and took him to the confessionals. Logan walked in first, followed by Kurt. Logan pushed Kurt against the door and started to kiss him. Drunken lust and grief over took him, but at the same time a faith of mankind. He looked at Kurt, a blue demon and saw something he hadn't seen in a woman since he met Jean, calming beauty. Passion overtook him and he felt scared and yet saved. It was almost like there were too many emotions going through Logan, but all pointed to one.

            Kurt was surprised at Logan's rush. He liked this, which surprised him because he was a man of the cloth. Kurt wrapped his tail around Logan's leg. Logan couldn't help but laugh at this.

            "Like a monkey," he whispered.

            "It comes in handy, like a third arm."

            Logan laughed again. A grunt laugh, not a real laugh. He kissed Kurt and touched the burn scar on Kurt's neck. Kurt turned his head slightly as he went to switch the occupied sign on. Logan blew on it, with warm breath. Kurt gave a little groan.

            "Oh goodness."

            Kurt started to finger the buttons on Logan's shirt. The shirt came off easily despite three fingers. Kurt smirked as he saw Logan's chest.

            "Hairy."

            Logan took off Kurt shirt. "Scarred."

            "Tattooed."

            "Yeah, same thing." He looked at the chest. "They really are amazing."

            "Thank you."

            "Are they all over your body?"

            Kurt nodded.

            "Ah." Logan looked at Kurt's little blue belly button. Then the little blue hairs coming out of his striped pants, just peeking out. It was almost cute.

            "All over?"

            Kurt's tail undid his pants and Logan smiled, and then made a pained face.

            "That must have hurt."

            "It's only skin."

            Kurt's tail undid Logan's belt buckle, quickly his belt came off, and then his pants fell to the floor revealing a pair of boxers. Logan blew on the scar again and Kurt's body tensed as he turned around, lying against the door. His whole body anticipated a moment. A single moment consumed his mind.

            "Are we both sure?" Logan asked.

            "Yes, oh yes. Are you?"

            Logan nodded. "I have faith." He entered Kurt.

            Kurt's face went one shade paler blue and his hands stretched out against the door. Logan unsurely going about this. He squeezed and pushed and gyrated his hip like he has done to the women on the past, but this was an entirely new experience. Kurt wrapped his tail around Logan's neck. Logan smiled then massaged Kurt's back with his strong hands, the metal around his bones warmed up and all the tenseness Kurt seemed to dissipate. Quickly and surely Kurt melted in the ready hands of Logan.

The church bells rang, signaling church was to begin soon. The two moved as one, allowing their grief to be reshaped and redirected.  People soon began to sit down and shortly Kurt and Logan could hear the priest talk of redemption. The two continued at their movements, and let energy release.

Soon people were singing.

Kurt felt something. He felt a strong release, coming.

"Amen!" sang the church, and Kurt.

Kurt tried to control his breathing and make sure he was not banging against the door, but he couldn't be sure because the supreme jubilation that he felt through his interiors of the blue tattooed skin underneath his church robes and gypsy pants, made everything fall into a purple dizzy haze where everything felt nice and nothing felt real. He wondered if he had really chosen the right profession because the sensations he felt physically and mentally were so opposed by the whole church and if it felt this right, why oppose it so?

Logan let out a deep throaty hum, a near grunt but not. He had a smile on his face, but saw Kurt's head. This wasn't what he usually did. He didn't remember a lot of who he was, it could have been.

Kurt smiled as Logan backed away.

"I should go. I need to watch over the school. Make sure Bobby doesn't get to handsy on my Rogue."

"Ah, so you must have found your place?"

"At the school, I am staying put. Not put. Just here. I can't go anywhere."

"Good, so I will be seeing you at church?"

"I won't go that far, Elffy."

"Well Mr. Logan, I'm glad we had this little talk on faith. Maybe someday you'll understand why I devoted my life to it."

Logan put on his pants. "Maybe we can figure out a way to meet in the middle." He buttoned his shirt and looked at the church group. He saw the mothers, the fathers, the children, the widowers, and Scott. Scott looked at the cross. He had faith. He had things he wished he had, too many to name. But Logan knew he had something he could take with him, besides the indentation of skin around his neck, a new appreciation for the word Amen of the church. A man came into his life and gave him hope and counseled him when no one else understood him. A man made him see things today; a man let him try things today. As he looked at the stained glass window from the outside of the church he saw the green from a saint's robe and the red from his hair and Logan smiled. Jean may have been gone, but she had saved him without knowing it.

"Jean," he paused. "Thank you. I will miss you, but you always knew you had my heart. You just protected it by sending me here, made sure he was here." He walked away. Sad, but not.

A dark haired woman came out of the priest's side of the confessional. She had on a navy blue sundress that was gossamer like and showed her curves. She looked around at the church. She gave a wicked smile as she saw Scott Summers praying at the pew. Then she walked out. She felt her stomach with her hands as she saw Logan walking away in the bright sunlight. She smirked and rubbed her stomach.

"All I had to do was be a man." She smiled and looked at Kurt walking into the church with a hood over his head. "Just had to be my son to have his." She got into a black car and drove off.