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A/N: This is an X-Men/Angel Crossover. Some things you may need to know are I hate Jean Grey and Buffy Summers. They will never come out in a good light in any of my stories. I do however adore Angel and Spike. I like the Angel/Cordy pairing and I'm a die- hard Rogan fan. This story mixes it up a little, though.

CHAPTER I

He had come in from the bar and passed out on his bed, still fully clothed. He still heard her come into his room and over to kneel beside him on the bed. He heard her whisper in a choked, tear-filled voice the most sincere and honest declaration of love he had ever heard and it had broken his heart.

She whispered how she had loved him since the moment she saw him in that cage in Laughlin City, that he was never a hero to her but he was her savior and not because he saved her on top of that statue from super-villain Magneto. He was her savior because he stopped the truck that day, had given her the only food he had on him, and because he risked his own death twice by giving her his healing touch.

She told him how she always found it odd that two powerful telepaths and a man that could smell a lie had ever believed it was just a schoolgirl crush. She had him in her head, knew his every secret, every fault and virtue, every bad thing he had ever done, every fantasy and dream he had ever had; and still she loved him, loved him more than anyone else ever would. She would kill for him, die for him; her love ran that deep. She trusted him completely even when he broke her heart, and he had countless times, by flirting and fucking other women; looking everywhere for affection and sex except her.

She told him how she had dreamed about their children before. They were always around four years old, twins she said, a boy and a girl. They had his hazel eyes and black hair and the boy looked like him while the girl had her features. They were always at this cabin by a lake in the mountains, Canada she figured, and they were so happy. She told him about her countless fantasies about making love to him, having him tell her he loved her and only her, and that every day she felt those dreams slip farther and farther away until she had given up. This was her giving up on him ever seeing her as anything more than the Kid. But she needed to tell him first how she really felt about him, all of it, before she could let go and move on.

She finished by telling him that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him and that she didn't believe that she would ever be truly happy with anyone else. But she wasn't what he wanted, she knew that now, and she wanted him to be happy because he deserved it. Then she kissed his cheek protected by his muttonchops and said goodbye then walked out of the room.

Logan let out the breath he had been holding when she was gone and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, amazed at the sting of tears in them. His bags were packed, in the corner, and he had been planning on leaving in the morning. He had been at the school nearly a year now and the torment of being there with her but not with her had finally taken its toll. He wasn't good for her. She deserved someone better. Clearly she disagreed. He had never realized that her feelings ran that deeply, that strong. But she hadn't been lying. She had meant every word. Well, fuck, now what was he supposed to do?

It turned out he didn't have a chance to do anything. He dressed and went to her room the next morning and she was gone, all her things were gone too. Logan ran in a panic to the Professor's office interrupting a meeting with Scott and Jean.

"Where is she?" Logan asked in an odd panicked voice.

"She left, Logan," Charles replied calmly.

"I know she fucking left, I was just in her room and all her shit is gone! Where is she?!" Logan roared.

"Storm dropped her off at her chosen destination just after dawn. I and Storm gave our word not to disclose it to anyone, especially you. She's safe, Logan, and it's my understanding that she already said her goodbyes to you last night," Charles told him.

Logan couldn't breathe. He started hyperventilating and grabbed wildly for the nearest chair before his legs gave out under him. His chest hurt, hurt worse that when he had been shot and stabbed repeatedly in it. She left him. Those last things she said came back to him and he realized that she had meant it literally that she couldn't stand to get her heart broken every day anymore, that she was tired of being hurt and disappointed, and that she was telling goodbye because she was leaving and it was the only way she could let him go, really let him go.

He didn't even realize he was crying, holding his head in his hands and shaking he was crying so hard. The other three people in the room exchanged surprised and concerned looks.

"Logan, I'm sure she'll be fine," Charles told him. "She has money and can contact us anytime if she needs us."

"She left me," Logan whispered hoarsely.

"Did something happen we should know about?" Scott asked cautiously. He wasn't aware that any change had occurred in Logan and Rogue's platonic relationship.

Logan shook his head and stood on trembling legs then headed for the door. "I have to find her," he said opening it. Then he walked out and slammed it shut behind him.

Charles sighed and looked at the others. "I hope they work this out," he said.

Logan was gone within the hour. He had no idea where to start, Anchorage maybe. She had always wanted to see it. It was better than nothing. So that's where he headed.