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"It's been two weeks." Moaned Charlie.

Logan sighed and looked up from where he was sitting. Charlie was sitting on the floor, bending spoons. The kid's strength was developing and Xavier had put it down to her being Sabretooth's child. Looking back at Marie, who he'd been staring at for the past hour, he stroked her cheek softly. She was doing better. Though still not awake, she had more colour in her cheeks and her once thin body was developing natural curves. She was absolutely breath-taking. And the two white stripes in her hair added to her natural beauty.

"She's gonna wake up soon, don't you worry kid."

"But my recital is in two days!"

"Recital?"

"Ballet!"

Logan groaned and stood up, heading towards the door. He suddenly needed a beer or something stronger. He heard Charlie mutter under her breath and growled before leaving the room. Heading upstairs, he went straight to his room and sat down on his made bed. Some days he didn't know why he was still here. He was meant to be the Wolverine, a loner, an outcast. He had no memory and was had finally made peace with that. He went through his life without thinking, just living on instinct. And yet, whenever he looked into Charlie's eyes he couldn't leave. And Marie... everything about her was addictive to him. It's like she had her own gravitational pull on him and he couldn't get away from her, even if he wanted to. Logan's hand slowly drifted to his heart which had sped up at just the thought of her. No other woman had ever done that... except...

"It means the Wolverine."

Logan closed his eyes and pushed his memories away. Now was not the time to think about Kayla. It just reminded him how much of a danger he was to others. Sighing, he pulled out his bag and began packing his things. They didn't need him. His girls deserved better. His head snapped up and he shook his head.

"They're not my girls." He muttered.

'Keep telling yourself that bub.'

Ignoring the Wolverine in his head, he continued packing. There was a knock on his door which he assumed was Charlie. After a few minutes the knocking persisted and Logan stomped to the door and flung it open. Jean stood on the other side, smirk on her face.

"Hey Red."

"Hey. Going somewhere?"

"Maybe."

"Well, Rogue woke up."

Logan dropped his bag and whipped around.

"What?"

"Yeah about ten minutes ago."

"That's great... how is she?"

"Good. Everything's stable. She's a little weak but some real food should put the fight back in her."

"What about mentally?"

"I scanned her mind. It's a mess. Victor's psyche has been torturing her with memories of the past. Mystique and Magneto being up there doesn't help either."

"Shit. How did she cope with all that?"

"You."

"What?"

"Your psyche is in there too. It pulled her through."

"Oh?"

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know... about what he did to her?"

"Yeah."

"Oh gosh, I should talk to the professor-"

"No. Leave it. You shouldn't have seen that. When she's ready, she'll tell you."

Jean nodded and Logan zipped up his bag. She laid her hand on his arm to catch his attention.

"You know, I think she's a little taken with you." Whispered Jean.

"Stay out of our business, Red." Muttered Logan.

Leaving his bag by the door, he walked out his door and downstairs, feeling the sudden gravitational pull towards a certain porcelain skin angel.


Marie sat on the medical bed, flexing her fingers which were stiff from disuse. Her eyes flittered next to her. Charlie was sitting on the bed as well, her arms wrapped around Marie's. Marie kissed the top of her daughters head.

"You sure that you're okay?"

"I'm fine mom."

"Just checking."

"You're always sick mommy. You need to take care of yourself."

"I know. I promise not to be sick anymore."

"It's because you don't eat your vegetables."

"Something like that, pumpkin."

"I like your hair."

Marie smiled and twirled a strand of white hair. Charlie reached up and gently ran a finger over the white streak.

"Really? It's no to weird."

"No mommy. It's really cool."

"You sure?"

Charlie nodded and turned towards the door just as Logan walked in. Marie blushed and turned away. She heard him chuckle and her heart fluttered.

"Hey Wolvie." Squealed Charlie.

"Hey kid."

"Is something wrong?"

"I just came to say goodbye."

Marie flinched and felt Charlie gasp beside her. Charlie released her grip on her mother and rushed towards Logan. She stood in front of him and clenched her fists.

"I don't want you to go." Whispered Charlie.

"I'll be back, I promise."

Charlie shook her head and stormed out of the med-lab. Marie heard Logan sigh as he walked slowly towards her.

"You running again?" she asked softly.

"I need some time alone-"

"You didn't have to stay. If Charlie and I were such a huge burden why didn't you leave before?"

"I don't wanna fight Marie. You just woke up and need to take it easy."

"I've been in worse states. I've been raped and left bleeding under the body of my attacker. I've been tired to a bed, drugged, while a monster takes care of our three year old child. I've been on the brink of starvation, pulling through each day with strength that... I..."

She stopped talking and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, Logan tried to speak but she cut him off.

"I have no right to judge you. I mean, all I do is run. I know I'm selfish but..."

She shook her head and stood up slowly. He helped her up and then froze when he realised he was touching her bare arm. She wrenched her arm away and walked to the sink at the end of the room.

"I can't control it. Not properly anyway. It's still there but more like a light tingle. If I concentrate I can make it absorb in full force again."

"So... you can touch?"

Marie splashed water on her face and changed into her jeans and t-shirt that had been left on the counter. She faced Logan once she was done and smiled sadly.

"I can touch but the person I'm touching will still be at risk."

"Well, that's great."

Marie shrugged and tried to walk out but Logan grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him. She wanted to run but he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She moaned and felt her heart accelerate as his lips massaged hers. But as she remembered that he was leaving, she pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him back. He broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Every day, I try to act normal. But now that I have that kiss, the sheer memory of it will drive me insane."

"Marie, just tell me why you don't want me to go. The truth."

"I need you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No-"

"I need you more than anything. I can't do this alone. I know Charlie isn't yours, but you're the best and only father she's ever known. And you're the only person that's ever cared for me despite what I am. Despite what I can do."

"Darlin'-"

"Please... stay."


A/N: Will he or won't he? Review and I'll tell you!