Disclaimer: Don't own X-men, Don't own Origin, M'Kay

Note: Rose's personality in this story is solely my own creation. People familiar with Origin would note that the Rose in that story does not have a last name and her personality was very different to the character here and as far as we know, the two characters never married, so don't get that idea, ok. Think of the story now and let's get on with it.

Chapter 2: The Greetings of the Wilderness

"Logan where are you going" said Rogue.

"I have to go, kid" said Logan.

"Logan, it's your nightmares, your having them again" said Rogue.

"Well, what would make you think that, the nightmares stopped, like I told the Professor" said Logan.

"Logan, Bobby told me about you getting up again in the middle of the night, plus, you were fairly restless, even I could hear that" said Rogue recounting her mistake at entering Logan's room in the middle of the night and ending up stabbed.

"Well, it's nothing to be worrying about, kid. Go back inside" said Logan gruffly.

"But, Logan…"

Just then Logan unsheathed his claws and growled.

"Marie, don't push it" said Logan and with that, Logan left the Xavier Institute on the motorbike.

On the way, with everything confused and jumbled in his mind, he asked himself the same question.

Why was this still happening to him?

He mused over the question over and over in his mind. He found himself back at the site of Stryker's base. Now under water after they saved the Professor from Stryker and Deathstrike.

Deathstrike…

He thought of her. She must have been under Strykers control. She had to have been. She was dead now. But somehow he knew that she didn't mean to attack him, he just knew, maybe it was the look of disbelief he spotted as she sank into the augmentation tank.

When he had reached the top of a hill he caught an old scent, but familiar to him somehow. He followed that scent on the wind until he came to a cave. The scent stopped abruptly there. Whatever was there died or was found, like him. He went back then to where he was before; he looked around for something to tell him that Jean was alive, but with no luck. He unsheathed his claws and roared with that feral roar he knew so well and had become reacquainted with these last fifteen years and punched them into the snowy ground. Angrily he got on the motorcycle but found it not starting, he was so preoccupied with getting back to the military compound and thinking about the dreams that he had forgot to fill the tank with fuel. As he was still in the midst of his rage, he dug his claws into the fuel meter. Then he found himself calmed down and tried to thumb into town. Eventually a truck stopped. A woman was driving it.

"Hey, you need some help," said the woman.

"Yeah, my motorbike is out of fuel, plus, I think the fuel gauge is gone bust" he said.

"Here, load it onto the back there, I own a garage in town, I'll repair it for you, it'll be free of charge, so don't worry about it, ok" said the woman.

"Thanks" said Logan.

He caught her scent, it was familiar, like the scent that was in the cave, but changed somehow, the scent that he caught was of a frightened, wild, potentially dangerous beast. But the scent that he got was not of a beast, it was of a woman who had found her inner peace. Them he asked her, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Rose, Rose Howlett" she replied adding, "What's yours?"

"Logan" he replied

"Is that it, just Logan" she asked him.

"Pretty much" he replied sadly.