A/N: Just a quickie, I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going, but I have decided that my story shall be very unaction packed... so don't come and expect fights and stuff. Just doing this to pass the time, feel free to drop a review and let me know if you're enjoying it, or if you'd like to see it go a certain way.

2. Bittersweet

If he had to describe it, he'd say his mood today was dark.

Not that it was bright and cheery yesterday,but today he felt worse. The idea of running into Storm at any point today did not help the mood he was in and the reminder that Marie had left the mansion to start a new life was just the cherry on top.

She should have been the one back here, he should be roaming free, exploring the world. Not that he needed to. He already knew it, knew it was nothing special. Nothing out there that would make him feel any better right now.

The mood wasn't doing him any favours, and getting caught up in Marie wasn't helping. He decided to get out of his room and the faint scent of her that lingered in it. Before he went out, he opened the window as wide as possible, hoping that her smell would be gone when he returned.

He didn't feel like leaving and he didn't know why.

Never one to stay in one place for long, Logan puzzled as to why he'd settled at Xavier's school. He certainly didn't fit in with the others... or what was left of them. And Jean's, or the Phoenix, those words came back to haunt him. 'He's tamed you'. And the more he thought about it, the more he thought maybe it was true, because why else would he be here?

Jean had been something to keep him coming back, but she was dead. And the only other person he'd call a friend here was Marie and she'd hi-tailed it. So, why didn't he go too?

He didn't care much if Storm struggled to teach the students being one of the only teacher's left, and he didn't really care about the school as a whole. But he strangely did care about those kids inside it, and that they had already lost three important people in their lives, and he had a strange feeling that leaving here might bring about death again and then what would the school do? Without Storm to run it, who would save it? He knew he'd never step into her place, but he could at least keep her and the students safe.

Dammit! When did he start thinking like this? When did he start caring again? He looked at the three headstones. Xavier, Scott, Jean. Two dead at her hands and her dead at his. Or at least his claws... damn metal claws... bone.

Logan shook his head slightly at the strange thought, almost flash of something that came to him. He stared at his hands for a moment, before popping his claws. The pain subsided as he stared intently as the metal claws. Metal... implants? Is that what they were?

Stryker's words came back to him though. Volunteer... wasn't that what he said? Was he really so crazy at one point in his life to have wanted this? Nearly every nightmare he had centred around them. Those claws and.. and the blood... but why, why was there blood? He didn't bleed. Not for long, how could he have been covered in it.

Maybe it wasn't his. Maybe...

He let out a sigh. He'd never find these damn answers. His eyes met with Xavier's headstone, accusingly. He'd promised to help him. But maybe it was all a lie. Maybe he just said that to make him stick around. Maybe Xavier knew what was coming. Maybe he knew Jean's power was starting to overwhelm her. But if he had known, surely he'd have tried to stop it happening. And for an inexplicable reason, anger welled inside of him at Xavier. Claws already out the temptation was strong to cut into that headstone. He forced his claws to withdraw, not sure where the thought came from. He shook his head. His mind was in turmoil and he had no one to help ease it.
He missed Jean.

He missed the idea of someone here understanding him. He felt Xavier did, and Jean as well. And Marie and now, all those people weren't around. What was he supposed to do?

He knew though. Knew the answers weren't here. The search for his past didn't hound him like it used to, he didn't long to know those secrets that Stryker had kept from him but that didn't make him content to just to set up home with the X-Men.

His mind was set. He was going.
But he'd at least tell Storm his decision.

He packed his bags first, ready to go after he talked to Storm.

He caught her between classes. She looked a little flustered and tried to dismiss him to wait until later, but he insisted on now. She relented and he told her, straight out, he was going.

She didn't look surprised , but she did look sorry.

"I guess there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind?"

"There's nothing too say. I need to be where I fit in, and it's not ever going to be at a school full of kids."

"The only one stopping you from fitting in here, is you."

Logan nodded slightly, he wouldn't disagree with the truth. "Your right. But I gotta do what's right for me, jus' like you gotta do what's right for those kids."

She nodded at him, understanding. "I'm sorry there's nothing to keep you here any more, but what are you looking for out there? I thought you were giving up on your past."

He shrugged and looked off at something behind her, before returning his gaze to her. "I don't know what I'm looking for out there. I just don't think I'm gonna find anything here."

"The only thing you'll find here is a place where you belong."

He snorted in response and she stepped closer to him, her eyes flashing with anger. "Deny it all you like, but you'll always belong here with us. You've fought side by side with us. You're one of us, an X-Man. And if it takes you leaving here to realise that, I won't be the one to stop you."

He watched as she walked away. There was nothing else to say.