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A/N: This story is post X2. It will be a Logan/Rogue fic. There will be some OC's. I'll introduce them later!

Logan had been on the road for three years, just traveling the country on his bike. He couldn't stay at the mansion anymore. The deep internal need to wander got the better of him. Although he had promised to look after Marie he figured that she was safe enough under the protection of the professor. Things were just too complicated for Logan to stay in one place for any amount of time.

Since Jean's death Logan felt that he was being pulled in a million different directions. Was there something he could have done to save her? He felt terrible for pulling her away from Scott. Granted he thought the guy was a total prick but he didn't deserve what Logan did to him.

Logan got off the bike and threw the kickstand down. He silently chuckled at the ridiculous thoughts springing to mind.

Get over it. It's over. Have some fun.

He pushed the voice to the back of his mind. The last thing he felt like doing now was having an internal argument with himself. He could barely remember what state he was in let alone what town. Actually, Logan couldn't even remember the last time he slept. He stood outside the building which was quite obviously a bar smoking a cigar. Logan remembered that he had passed a motel on the way into town. A few hours sleep would do him some good.

He stood the bike upright and was just about to swing his leg over when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Logan quickly spun around ready to fight. He was exhausted, in need of a drink, and extremely irritable. No one sneaks up on wolverine.

"Logan we need your help." Scott stood with his hands at his sides. There was a sense or urgency, but also something else… Fear. Was Scott afraid of him?

"What do you want?" Logan silently smelled the air. There was nothing to hint at danger.

"Your help. I can't explain here." Scott took a breath and gestured to a somewhat grisly looking man staring at the two of them from the window in the bar. "Can you come back to the mansion?"

Logan was about to refuse when Ororo stepped around the corner. She looked thoroughly stressed. Her posture was, as always, impeccable but her head was held low. "Please Logan"

He felt the slight tugging at his mind and knew that the Professor was nearby. "Fine. Can you get my bike, Scooter?"

"You mean my bike?"

"Sure. Whatever." Logan stalked off toward Ororo and followed her around the building toward a small clearing in front of the wood where the jet was parked. He snorted. "Heh. Subtle."

A while later the jet took off and Logan was in the middle of a detailed explanation as to why he had been plucked what would have probably been a very pleasant time at the bar.

"Logan, thank you for coming." Professor Xavier hadn't changed at all. His sense of urgency was still kept under control.

"Yeah." Logan was already annoyed.

"We've had a loss to our team and we need your help."

The words hit him like a truck. He immediately thought the worst. He wasn't there to protect her and now Marie was dead. He sputtered "What happened? When was it? Why was she involved? She's gone?" By now he was finding it difficult to breathe. It was his fault. Again. It was all his fault.

"It's not Rogue."

"What?" He stared blankly at the professor.

"Bobby Drake is dead. To be quite honest we don't know what happened, but we cannot be sure Rogue was not involved." The professor remained deadly calm. "She is changed since the accident happened and not in the way you would expect."

Logan exhaled a long drawn breath. At this point he wasn't even listening. Rogue wasn't dead. That was all he needed to know.

"She's become almost silent. She will not associate with anyone and somehow has managed to block me from her mind. There is something she doesn't want anyone to know. The problem is that we cannot be sure that she is not the one who killed Bobby."

Logan looked up at Xavier. "And you want me to do what?" He hadn't meant to snap but he honestly had no clue what to do.

"We need you to find out who killed him."

"Why me. Why not Scott?"

The Professor seemed unfazed by his reaction. "He is working on it. There are other pressing matters that need attending to as well."

"You have more than enough people to do this." Logan got up out of his seat and headed for the ramp.

"She needs you Logan."

Logan cursed under his breath. He turned around and stepped to Xavier. "Fine. But I'm not staying."