I dedicate this chapter to Ryan Clark and Jesse Chivilo, my high school classmates. Ryan died a year ago March and Jesse recently died. RIP guys…you will forever be missed. Tell people you love them as much as you can when they're here and when they're gone…keep them in your prayers.

"There is a time to run and a time to sleep"

It was only a few hours after the alleyway attack and Amy was still out. Logan, driving his truck, glanced back a few times. It was almost midnight when Amy finally woke up.

"Mmmm…" Amy moaned.

Amy moved some more and her head nodded as if she was having a nightmare. Logan noticed her movements and tapped her shoulder to wake her up.

"Hey" Logan said.

Amy moaned some more and with a jerk and a shout, she woke up.

"Whoa! Hey, you ok?" Logan asked.

"What?" Amy asked, looking at him, "oh, yea, I'm fine"

Logan looked at her with a raised eyebrow and looked back to the road. Amy looked around, wondering where she was. The darkness surrounded them with a few flickering light posts as they past them, guiding the drivers to their destination. Amy looked at Logan and noticed something.

"How come you're not hurt?" Amy asked.

"What are you talking about?" He grunted.

"I saw you get shot" She explained.

Logan looked at her and replied "I can heal"

"Heal?" Amy asked, perplexed, "You mean you're a mutant too? Like me?"

He nodded.

"What about your hands? I mean, I saw you do something with your hands." Amy asked.

Logan looked at her. He simply brought up his free hand and the class came out

"Whoa! Cool!" Amy exclaimed.

Logan looked at her in surprise. It was not a response he was looking for. Usually people would show fear. He brought the claws back in.

"Wow" Amy grinned, "This just keeps getting better and better."

"How come you're not scared of me?" Logan asked his curiosity getting the better of him.

Amy was quiet for a second, contemplating her response.

"Oh…I don't know. Maybe because of what you did back there. I think it's something else though," Amy explained, "I think I've seen you before, I don't know where… but…I don't know how to explain this better."

Logan was silent, and then he said, "Ok, I think that might be a good answer."

"Yea" Amy said. She looked out her window into the night sky. An awkward silence ensued. A few minutes later, Amy spoke up. "Did I kill him?"

A questioning look covered his chiseled features before realizing what she meant. He let out a small sigh, "Yea."

"Oh" she said, tears filling up her eyes. Being brave, she didn't let them fall.

The silence filled up the truck once again as they drove through the darkness. They continued to drive, stopping once for gas. As he was getting gas, he noticed through his window that Amy was yawning. After getting gas, he drove a few more miles before he finally noticed a sign for a cheap motel. He pulled into the parking lot of the motel as Amy noticed where they were going.

"Why are we stopping at a motel?" Amy asked.

"I need some sleep and so do you. It's late." Logan said.

They got out of the truck and went into the motel. Logan registered a room with two beds. A few minutes later, they went into their assigned room. Amy went straight into the bathroom while Logan, claimed one of the bed his by throwing his bag on top of the bed. He went over to the mini-fridge, hoping for some beer when he heard Amy shriek. His head whipped towards the closed door and he walked the short distance to it.

Logan knocked on the door and hesitantly asked, "Hey kid, you okay?"

"It's Amy, not Kid, and Oh my God! My eyes are blue, and my hair…Holy Shit!" Amy hollered out from behind the door.

Logan was confused. "Uh…okay… I'm gonna go down and see if they have any beer" Logan said.

Amy didn't say anything.

"Okay…" Logan whispered and left.

Inside the bathroom, Amy was looking at the mirror image of herself. Standing in shock, she explored her new features. Her eyes, once a soft chocolate brown, now an electric blue. Her long hair, was still black, but the ends were tipped in shocking white and some strands were white as well. After a few minutes of gazing at herself in wonder, she left the bathroom. As soon as she shut the bathroom door, the main door opened and Logan walked in with a case of beer. Logan looked up at Amy as he walked in. He shut the door, went to his bed, and set the case of beer down. He opened it and grabbed one for himself.

"Can I have one?" Amy asked.

Logan looked at her. He picked up another can and threw it at her, which she expertly caught.

"Thanks. I didn't catch your name." Amy said.

"I didn't tell you, but it's Logan" He said, sitting down on the bed facing the television that was in the room. He picked up the remote and turned it on.

A few minutes passed by as Logan flicked through the channels and Amy sipping her beer. Once he found that nothing was on, he turned off the TV, and threw the remote back to its place in the bedside table.

Logan, who was curious about her shriek in the bathroom asked, "What was going on in the bathroom?"

Amy, startled, looked at Logan. "What? Oh! Um… my eyes and my hair, they changed." She sipped her beer, "My eyes used to be brown, and my hair never had any white in it. And now…" she gestured to her new features.

Logan nodded in understanding and took a gulp of beer. Amy sipped hers again and set it on the bedside table.

"I guess I should get some sleep now" Amy said.

"Yea" Logan said.

The silence was awkward as Amy got under her covers and Logan turned off the lights. The room went black as night. As Amy snuggled into the warm blankets, her eyes closing, she said into the darkness, "Good night, Logan."

Logan paused. He looked over to the bundled form and whispered "Goodnight, Amy."

~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Amy stood in the darkness. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she knew it was the future. It always was. Never the past, or the present. Slowly the darkness lifted and images began to appear. First came her father reading her journal, and then came the exploding basketball and his furious expression after she ran.

She was confused. This was the past, not the future.

Then she heard voices. She turned towards the sound, fear building up inside of her. The images disappeared and other images appeared, but instead of a frozen picture, it was like a scene out of a movie. She saw her father and his two buddies. They were huddled over a table.

She walked around them and saw on the table, a map. Her father was pointing to an area, and she looked closer. It was the motel that she and Logan were currently sleeping in. She gasped.

"This is where she and that freak is," her father said, "I want you to get her and kill whoever gets in your way."

One of his buddies said, "Sure man, sure enough we'll get him and we will be glad to do it. Right, Eddie?"

Eddie replied, "Oh yea, man!"

Amy's eyes widened.

"Good" Her father said, a smile gracing his face. He looked up and his smile got bigger.

Amy looked into her father's cold eyes as he looked at her.

"Hello Sweetheart" He said.

She screamed as an unknown force pulled her back from her dream. The last thing she saw was her father's cruel smile and cold eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~~~Vision~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"NOOOOOOOO!" Amy screamed as she shot up from her bed.

Logan shot up as well, his claws extended. He turned the lights on. He saw Amy sitting up and breathing hard. He looked at her with a questioning look on his face.

Amy looked over to Logan and said, "We have to get out of here. Now!" She got out of her bed and gathered her things.

"What?!" Logan exclaimed.

"There are some men after me, we have to get out of here" Amy said.

Logan grabbed his bag and his beer, and they went to the door. Logan in the lead, opened the door. A voice carried down the hallway from the front desk.

"We're looking for this girl" The voice said.

"Oh no, what do we do now?" Amy whispered.

"C'mon, this way" Logan said, pulling her arm. Then went back in the room, the door closing after them.

Logan went to the window and opened it. Amy, curious, followed him.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"We can get out this way" Logan said. Because the screen would not open, he sliced it open with his claws. He grabbed the bags and threw them out. He turned towards Amy.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

Amy looked out the window and remarked "It's a good thing that we are on the first floor."

Logan grinned as he helped Amy out the window. She landed with a soft thud. He handed her the beer and she ran to the truck. As he swung a leg over the window banister, he heard a knock. He glanced back and as quick as lightening, he left the window, grabbed the bags, and ran towards the truck.

The door blew open. The two men looked around the room and saw the opened window. They ran towards it and looked out. They saw nothing. They had been too late and lost their chance.

I realized that I had forgotten the disclaimers in chapter one… so here it is- I do not own the X-men, only Amy and the character that are not recognizable.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter. R&R

R.I.P. Ryan and Jesse.