A/N- For all the readers of my ongoing fanfic atm, i am so sorry i have writers block, this is an attempt to keep myself disciplined. BTW Don't own Marvel or any marvel characters yadi yadi yada (we already know this)

Anyhow this story is Logan/Rogue in an AU, keeping with the movies until after Ellis Island, Alkali Lake never happened.

Prologue

2010

It was a deceptively beautiful night. The Arizona desert had cooled as the blood red sun had retreated to below the horizon and the giant full moon had begun the ritualistic path across the starry sky. Lighting the world in its own divine way.

Scott Summers used that radiance to navigate his way up the steep hill; the underbrush hid the cracked plain and numerous other insects, or snakes. Though any poisonous animal would have trouble getting through his thick boots, or the leather uniform that had been proudly emblazoned with the X, the same red as his ruby quartz glasses- and Jean Grey's hair. Some may consider it conspicuous but the X-Men had long since moved beyond the point where secrecy was needed. Indeed the X had become a rallying banner to numerous mutants and humans everywhere-

Almost as many who had rallied to the other side.

At the top of the hill stood a dying tree, poisoned by the toxic chemicals spreading throughout the ground, the three slabs of stone that had been piled together to mark the beginning of the boundaries. Rid of all moss or lichen, it made the perfect stepping stone for Scott as he padded lightly onto the highest one and propelled himself over. From the other side of the hill he could see into a valley, which to his eyes was empty, he knew better, a perception filter was interrupting the image when it reached his eyes. His brain knew what was there, even if he couldn't see it. It didn't matter though, he wasn't there for the sightseeing. Moving back to the stones, he stepped around them this time, standing unquestionably in his territory. Not that it would matter to him much; however, it might be easier for his teammates to recover his body.

"I could kill you where you stand"

The voice seemed disembodied, as if carried on the wind, perhaps even telepathically. Rough, angry, animal growl in place of human speech, the voice was given physical shape as from the shadows stepped a man.

Though that three-letter word was an exceptional understatement.

He was short in stature, surprisingly that was never noticed by onlookers, he had a stocky and powerful physique. With a face that was still young but weathered by his outdoor life, he could be handsome. His eyes made that impossible though; there was a hunger in them, a savagery that dated back to a bygone age of blood feuds and honour debts, a desperation that would hopefully be manipulated tonight.

Scott scoffed, though he knew that statement was very true.

"Right because we both know I tripped that alarm by total accident"

He was answered with a growl as the infamous warrior circled him, animalistic in his every step. A predator with his prey

"What d'ya want Cyclops?"

Feigning nonchalance, Scott Summers rubbed the corner of his ruby quartz lens, removing a non-existent speck,

"It's not what I want Logan" he replied, deliberately using the man's human name in the hope to appeal to his human nature. However, simply by being here he was tending to his own worst human traits.

"It's about what you want…who you want actually…who you've wanted for the last six yea…"

A blood-curdling snarl broke the tense air around them as with super human speed Scott found himself a foot in the air, dangling as the Wolverine squeezed the air from his throat. The man's eyes were completely black, bulging, his face flushed, and his teeth bared, "Don't you dare say her name"

With the last gasp of air in his body Scott let the name burst from his lips,

"Rogue"