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I sighed and rolled off the bed. Hank leaned over and picked up my dress, handing it to me before leaving the room and shutting the door.

"He doesn't seemed phased by seeing you naked."

"He isn't."

Victor snarled and I rolled my eyes. Hank and my relationship was nothing to worry about. We were intimate, but not sexually so. I slipped my bra on, and then pulled my dress up. Victor tore my underwear, so I would have to go get a new pair from my room.

I smoothed down the front of my dress and walked out of the room. After a pit stop in my room to freshen up, grab some undies, and fix my hair I headed down stairs.

I could hear Logan talking with Hank. Where was Rogue?

"Hey Rosie."

Logan walked over and pulled me into a hug. I sighed and took a deep breath of him. His scent always made me feel safe.

"Where's Ro?"

"She had to go in. Somethin's happening in the city."

I looked from Logan to Hank and back again.

"What is it?"

"The protest at the prison has come to a head. There is a riot."

I sighed. We saw this coming. You can't put mutants on one side, and the F.O.H on the other and expect them to keep their hands to themselves.

"How's Michael handling it?"

Hank shook his head. Michael McCormick was the major of New York City, and a mutant. Not that anyone knew that. But he and Hank were close, and I considered him a friend.

"He's ordered out riot police. They are under strict orders to maintain the peace."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Maintain the peace huh?"

Logan and I both laughed. He knew as well as I that the police would do no such thing.

"You two seem close."

I turned around as Victor walked towards us.

"Someone had ter be a man for her."

I bit my lip. This was going south fast.

"Your not her man, Runt."

"More than you are."

I put my hands on Logan's chest and pushed him back a little. Always a dick measuring contest when it came to these two.

Logan put his hands up in mock surrender. I walked into the kitchen and he followed.

"What the hell was that?"

"I told ya not to thank me Rose."

I sighed.

"Logan you can't do this. It would hurt Rogue."

"Ro understands."

"I doubt that."

"She does Rose."

I sighed again. Logan had used Victor's leaving as leverage. He insisted he was my mate, my true mate. But I kept him away, and he turned to Rogue. She accepted him eagerly, finally being able to touch and be touched by someone. I had no idea they made an arrangement, and I couldn't see Rogue being okay with any of this. Being nothing more than a fuck buddy.

I shook my head. All of this was ludicrous. There was a riot going on, I had trial in just under five hours and I was having this discussion again.

"Let me in yer bed."

"Excuse me!"

"You've had him, now give me a chance. Then you can choose."

I was more then caught off guard.

"You want to fuck, so I can compare the two of you? Logan that is disgusting."

He shook his head.

"No Rose, it ain't."

"Care to explain your reasoning behind this request?"

Logan looked at me, blushed for a second, and then ran a hand over his face and was very, very serious.

"I will be better than him."

My eyebrows went up.

"I'm flattered, but this is not a contest, nor is it up for debate."

He shook his head and then slammed his hand into the marble counter so hard it cracked and shattered.

"It's not fair Roslyn. I found you first. I was courting ya. And I finally get a second chance, he shows back up here, after hurting you so much, and you just let him. How could ya?"

"Logan..."

"That's enough runt. Leave her alone."

I looked over to see Victor standing in the doorway. He wasn't as large as he use to be, but I suspected that with a little time, some gym action, and a regular diet, he would be back to the sculpted man I first met.

"It ain't gonna happen. I'm just letting her know she has options."

Victor growled and it seemed more vicious, more threatening than all his others.

"You trying to take Roslyn from me runt?"

It was nice that he was calling me by my name. Before it was always mate. My mate this, my mate that.

"Yeah Vic, I am. She deserves better, and I'm gonna give it to her. If I have to kill you to do it, all the better."

I gaped like a fish. I was stunned by Logan's viciousness. He had never, not once, ever acted like this in front of me. Where had my gentle Logan gone?

Victor shook his head, smiling that nasty, dangerous smile. For a fraction of a second I felt terrified for Logan, but then I remembered he had just threatened to kill my mate.

I slowly walked over to Victor, his eyes flickering between me and behind me to watch Logan. I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a small, quick kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Please don't kill him," I begged quietly.

Victor's eyes snapped down to mine. He raised an eyebrow at my request.

"He's an idiot, but he's my friend."

Victor let out a frustrated noise.

"Only for you schatzi."

I smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips never met. I felt something dig into my side painfully before I went sailing, landing hard on the table and rolling off the other side. I let out a hiss of pain as my ribs healed themselves.

"Are you alright dearheart?"

Hank was there, helping me to my feet. I felt my arm groan in protest for a few moments before it stitched itself back together.

"What just happened?"

"Logan gave you quiet a toss."

I let out an agitated sigh. Hank nodded his head in agreement.

"Come along. Let's leave the boys to fight among themselves."

I nodded my head and leaned on Hank as we exited the kitchen. I could hear them cursing each other, as they hacked and sliced away.

"This is getting utterly ridiculous."

"I agree my dear. But boys will be boys as they say."

"Why won't he just accept it? I'm with Victor."

"I am not sure darling. But I do hope they get over whatever bad blood they have between them. I do not think our poor neighbors will be so understanding a second time."

I laughed. We may be able to smooth things over for tonight, but Hank was right. They would hardly forgive us a second time.

I walked into the study and flopped down on the chaise. Hank smiled warmly at me, taking a seat in the large chair beside the fireplace.

I sighed out loud and brought a hand to cover my eyes. I was so ungodly tired of all of this.

"Let's take your mind off of the current situation, shall we?"

I nodded from behind my hand.

"How is Matt's opening argument?"

I smiled.

"It's the perfect balance of emotion, and facts."

Hank nodded.

"I really think we stand a good chance of winning this thing."

"I have the utmost faith in your abilities."

I smiled at him. He was my rock, my one solid, unchanging anchor in this world.

"Don't ever go away Hank."

Hank's eyes twinkled in the firelight.

"I'll be here as long as you need me to be."

"Settle in for the long haul Hank."

He smiled and then looked pensive.

"What is it Hank?"

"What will happen once your father gets released? I find myself worrying that you will no longer need me."

Hank looked sad, and slightly embarrassed. I sat up. How could he think that?

"Hank, your one of the most important people in my life. Allen is my biological father, and I would love to get closer to him. But he'll never replace you."

Hank looked at me, a smile stretching across his face.

"As far as I'm concerned, you are my father."

Hank brought his fist to his mouth. The gesture made me smile. Hank's mighty shoulders shook, and I knew he was trying his best not to cry.

I got up and quickly went to him. I sat on the edge of the chair, and wrapped my arms around him. He snaked a large blue arm around my waist.

"Thank you Roslyn."

"No thanks necessary Hank. It's the truth."

He dabbed at his eyes, still clinging to me. I placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly.

"I fear I am being rather emotional."

"We're all entitled."

Hank shook his head and gave out a small laugh.

"You're an amazing woman Roslyn."

"Molded by an amazing man."

Hank shook his head again.

"Are determined to make me feel like the happiest man on earth?"

"Is it working?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Hank sighed and patted my thigh.

"I believe Victor is looking for you."

I had been paying so much attention to Hank, that I had blocked everything else out. Victor was indeed looking for me. I slid off the arm of the chair, not before leaning over and giving Hank a kiss on the cheek.

I walked out into the hallway. Where was he? I just heard him. I walked towards his room. The door was open and he was not in there. I tipped my head back and took a deep breath in through my nose. He was close by. I followed my nose, as the saying goes.

My heels made small clicking noises on the dark cherry floors that decorated the house. He was in my bedroom. I walked over and leaned against the door frame, watching him. His clothes were torn up, and blood was beginning to dry on him. He was standing by large four poster bed, just staring at it.

"Something wrong with my bed?"

I watched as Victor smiled.

"Yeah, we're not in it."