The next morning after hitting the road, the "motion sickness" returned. She had Logan stop at a store, where she stocked up on Pepto Bismol and Dramamine, which helped in taking the edge off of her nausea. They made good time getting to Mississippi, much to Rogue's chagrin.

The closer they got to her hometown, the more uncertain and frightened she felt. Marie could believe that her mother wanted to see her, but the hateful look her father had in his eyes when he realized she was a mutant nearly killed her. He hated mutants, just as he seemed to hate all minorities. Just before she ran away, he had said that the day he found out she was a mutant was the day she died in his eyes.

Marie's nausea had returned full force by the time she saw the Mississippi state sign. They still had three hours before they got to her town, but for all she knew, it could have been three minutes.

Her thoughts began colliding as she felt her stomach churn, "Logan...pull over...I think I'm gonna be sick."

He quickly yanked the Range Rover to the side of the highway. She barely waited for the truck to stop before she jumped out and threw up on the grassy shoulder. He got out and circled the truck, standing next to her as he gathered her hair in his hands to hold it away from her face. When she had recovered, he gave her a bottle of water from the truck. They sat on the side of the road for a while in silence, just staring straight ahead.

"Now how the hell do you expect me to take you to your parents front door when crossing the state line makes you sick to your stomach?"

She shook her head as tears rolled down her face, "For fifteen years, they were my world...my mentors...my protectors. They were the only love I knew...and then all of the sudden, like a switch, they turned it all off. There was no more concern for my well bein' and no more love. No matter how wrong they were for just cuttin' my existence outta their world like that, I still miss their love and protection."

Logan pulled her into his arms, "Marie...you don't need to go crawling back to parents who abandoned you when you needed them most for love and protection...I can give you that."

She shook her head and sniffled, "Will we ever be able to just be together Logan? It's bad enough we can't get accepted in our world as mutants...I don't want to end up not being accepted by my adopted family because I'm with the man I love."

He ran a hand through her hair, "Marie, look at me." She did so reluctantly as he held her face in his hands, "We'll wait a decent amount of time til after your 18th birthday so it won't look like I jumped you as soon as you were legal...and then I promise...we'll be together out in the open. No more hiding."

She gave him a slight nod as he kissed her forehead. He would have kissed her lips, but he was pretty sure her mouth still probably tasted like vomit.

They sat there for a moment before he spoke up again, "So where do you wanna go kid?"

She took a deep breath and smiled, "I've never been to Savannah, but I always wanted to go...I hear it's kinda romantic."

He almost laughed as he started the car, "In case you haven't noticed babe...I'm not that kinda guy." She poked her bottom lip out slightly, causing him to mutter, "Shit...you're lucky I hear they've got good beer there."

Although the fear of going to visit her parents had disappeared, her nausea hadn't. She continued to sip Pepto as if she were drinking water. To Logan's dismay, she banished his cigars to his suitcase, then complained she could still smell them from the cargo area.

It took them well over 8 hours to reach Savannah. In order to avoid raising any brows, they'd only be able to spend a full day there before having to head back to New York. When they reached their hotel, Logan tried to get her to eat something, but she refused, claiming she was too exhausted and sick. She laid down on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Logan laid on his side next to her, allowing his eyes to roam up and down her body as she slept. His instincts were picking up on something...but he wasn't sure what. He gently brushed her hair away from her face and sighed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified of being truly happy with her and he couldn't say why. Logan couldn't shake the feeling that Jean wasn't the first woman he'd loved and lost, but he prayed she would be the last.

Their brief stay in Savannah was enjoyable, save for Marie's exhaustion and random bouts of nausea. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought attempted to sneak its way to the front, but he suppressed it with all his mental might, refusing to consciously think it.

When they returned to the institute, Rogue told Hank and Storm that she didn't want to talk about her visit with her parents, but thanked them for being concerned. Logan remained mum as well.

A week later, Rogue was late getting to Logan's room with his breakfast. She looked pale, exhausted and flustered. She almost dropped the tray as she entered his room, shaking slightly. He took the tray from her and took her hands, "Kid...you look terrible. What's the matter?"

Her voice shook as she turned her eyes to his, "Everything..."

He gritted his teeth, "Did someone bother you? Who was it?"

"No...no one bothered me," she said softly.

He calmed slightly as he rubbed her arm, "Then what's wrong?"

She closed her eyes and looked down, "I...I think I might be pregnant."

This time, it was Logan's turn to feel sick.

Sorry for the lack of smut in this chapter! I promise you'll get some more later.