Title: My Worst Fear

Author: harimadcorlath

Rating: PG

Summary: You never know what you truly fear until you have to face it.

Continuity: X1 Because, let's just face it, I don't like X2.

A/N: Thanks to Sarah and Jenni for betaing and to Julia also. I didn't think the first fic I wrote to go with this song was angsty enough, so I wrote this. I might use that other one as a sequel to this one. No promises though.

A/N 2: This is a repost of this story. I wrote it a while ago and originally had it posted on but then they made rule about Song Fics so I took it down. This story was inspired by the song My Worst Fear by Rascal Flatts. It is also the prequel to Conversation at a Gas Pump.

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Logan rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes and picked up his bag. He walked down the silent halls to Marie's room. Knocking on her door, he listened for her and tried not to think about last night.

Flashback

Logan woke up slightly to the sound of his door opening. He didn't need to roll over and look to know that it was Marie. She was moving slowly, making sure not to wake him. He lay still and pretended to be asleep, wanting to see what she was going to do.

She approached the bed and sat down beside him carefully, the matress dipping only slight with her weight. Then she began to speak. He lay there and listened to her whisper, stunned.She told him that he was the most important thing in her life. She told him about how she had known from the first moment she saw him that she could trust him, how she had known that he would always protect her. She said other things he had never heard her say and had never known she felt. When she finished, she said I love you and kissed him. And as she left he could smell her tears.

End Flashback

Logan leaned his head against the door and sighed. He had stayed awake the rest of the night, thinking about everything Marie had said. She had finally given him a reason to stay but he found he couldn't. She would be hurt, very hurt, but he knew she would get over it and move on with her life. He couldn't stay here.

Logan opened his eyes and looked at the door when he realized he had been standing there for several minutes. Putting his hand on the knob, he pushed open the door. Stepping inside, he dropped his bag on the floor. Walking to the bathroom, he looked in before turning around and surveying the room. He was wondering where she was when it hit him like a ton of bricks. She had packed bags of her own and left. He looked around the room and recalled the night before. Now that he thought back on it, her voice had sounded resigned and her words had seemed oddly final.

Logan grabbed his bag off the ground and strode through the halls toward the garage. When he reached his bike, he saw a note sitting on it. Picking it up with shaking hands he ripped it open, suddenly desperate to know what she had written.

Logan, it read. I can't stay here and watch you leave. All my love, Marie.

He wadded the paper up and growled in frustration. Glaring down at the paper, he smoothed it back out before folding it and putting it in his pocket. He strapped his bag on the bike and threw himself on. Revving the engine, he sped down the lane after her. It wasn't until Marie had left him that he realized that his worst fear wasn't being trapped at the mansion by responsibilities he had never wanted, but being alone. Because no matter where he was or who he was with, without Marie he would always be alone. He had hit rock bottom and he was determined to get her back, because once you hit bottom where can you go but back up?