A/N: This idea has been plaguing me and since I can't get it out of my mind, I decided to write it and see what you thought. Feedback is always appreciated!

Written in Logan's POV

I'm no fool.

I have eyes and I can see what's happening before me. I can see what they can't, can see what they won't – At least not yet.

As each day passes, she grow even more distant from me, and closer to him. Her visits to the penthouse are less frequent, and when she is here, she only stops for a second. I don't bother to page her anymore because it's useless; when I need her, all I have to do is call his cell phone. 9 times out of 10 she's with him, and it takes longer and longer to get her on the phone.

I'm no fool.

I know that when she's not with me she's with him, and that she enjoys his company more than mine, although she'd never admit that. I know that the virus isn't what stands in our way anymore; it's him. And that's something that'll never change.

Whenever she comes over now, he comes too. They pretend to act like friends, but with each slap, each glare, and each sarcastic comment lies something more, something deeper. Whenever she moves, he follows, like a shadow, just as swift and silent. Whenever she stands, his hand rests innocently on the small of her back, as if out of habit. She doesn't shake him off as she once would. She just stands there as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if once upon a time she wouldn't've beat him up for it. And that's when I knew.

I'm no fool.

The way they look at each other fills me with sadness, because I although I try, I can't hate him for taking her away from me. I know that I could never compare to him. They can love each other in a way that I know she and I never could. They're one and the same, and they were meant for each other. I know that, yet I still selfishly cling to the hope that she and I can be together one day, and have the life she herself once wanted. They're from one world, and I'm from another.

I can see that when she hits him, it's more out of playfulness than anything else. It's just an excuse to be close to him. I can see that they care for each other, and that their feelings will grow to love. One day soon, they'll see that too. And that's when she'll have to make a choice, and on the off-chance that she picks me out of guilt, I'll have to make a choice too, and let her go.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he didn't come into our lives. Would she and I be together? Even though I'd love to lie to myself and say yes, I can't. Because eventually she would've realized what I did. Transgenics and humans can't love each other. Not like transgenics can with their own kind. He can understand her needs because he went through everything she did, if not more. I could never do that.

Besides, I'm Logan Cale. I always do the right thing, don't I?

She loves him, and he loves her. I know that.

I'm no fool.

A/N: Okay, I loved writing that. It all came flowing out. This is kind of different for me because I don't like Logan very much, but I kind of wanted to see things from his perspective. So there you go. Please review and give me your thoughts, because they're always appreciated.

On another note, everyone waiting for an update of "Love Can Be Found Anywhere, Even In Hell", I'm terribly sorry for taking forever, but I've been extremely busy. I know it's been a month, but if you can be any more patient than you already have been, I'll try to get out a new chapter soon. Thanks!

Feedback please! - angelofdarkness78