For those of you who saw X-Men Origins, Kayla Fox was his betrayer girlfriend, but I still loved her character. I thought she deserved a fanfic. Enjoy and make sure to review.


"Love without trust, is no love at all."- Anna Smythe


Kayla stared at the clock. It was long past eight. She tapped her long fingers on the pinewood table. "I'll be alright," Kayla grumbled as Logan paced back and forth across the kitchen. Last night was an accident. He hadn't meant to hurt her. Really, the pain had been minimal.

Their tiny kitchen could barley fit Kayla let alone both her and Logan. She frowned at his impatience. "Sweetheart," Kayla whispered, getting up to wrap her arms around him, "You need to go to work." Logan still looked uneasy. It always bothered her when Logan got this way.

Logan gently stroked the cuts on her arms. Kayla tried not to wince. He shifted his stiff position to put two strong arms around her waist. "I'm not going to sleep with you anymore." His face was solemn. "I will never hurt you again." She'd never seen Logan this pained before.

"Logan, don't be ridiculous, they're only scratches." But they were indeed a great deal more then scratches.

He smiled at her then. "I'll sleep on the couch." His mood was shifting, and she knew it was for the better.

"But," She mumbled combing her hands through his long, unruly hair, "What if I miss you?" He had to think twice about that one.

"If you miss me," He said hoarsely, pulling her nearer until her legs were tightly around his waist, "Then I'll just have to make you un-miss me, now won't I?" Logan nipped her bottom lip, eagerly but softly.

Kayla was ready for this kiss. His lips crashed down on hers. Their tongues danced in unison as he caressed her cheeks. Kayla knew where this was going. She wanted it just as much as Logan.

Somehow they made it to the couch. She yanked off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Logan planted soft kisses on her neck. "Shit, Kayla, what are you doing?" She was recklessly nibbling behind his ear. He moaned for her.

"Logan, sweetheart," Kayla whispered incoherently in his ear, "You're going to be late for work." He didn't seem to care. His warm hands crept under her shirt. Logan unhooked her bra and slid it down her shoulders. With great effort, she threw her shirt on the ground next to his.

Their bodies moved in synchronization. She couldn't breathe. He was everywhere. But she liked it. More then she should. His hands moved to massage her lower back. And then…

Kayla awoke with a stir. Logan lay beside her, calmly asleep. How perfect the dream had been. How much she really, truly wanted that from him. He always insisted it was too dangerous, for the both of them.

She shivered. Logan, still sleeping, rolled over and faced her. How beautiful he. This wasn't just a job. This was practically her entire life.

She could truly imagine herself being with Logan forever, content and full of life, but she'd made a promise to her sister. She'd made a deal with Stryker, Logan's life in return for her sister.

Logan involuntarily reached out for her. Sleep suited him. His breath gently brushed across her face. Kayla smiled to herself. He pulled her to his hard chest. How peaceful this was.

Night lurked outside of their window. Kayla rubbed Logan's arm, hating what had to happen. He would never trust her again. He would despise her. How could she ever forgive herself?

Somehow the heat of Logan's arms drifted her off to sleep. The morning would not come easy, for choices were to be made. Hard, difficult choices.


*Please be sure to review* This is just a prologue. More chapters are soon to come.

-Carolyn