A/N: Oh wow, I haven't updated in a long time. I seriously thought I had posted this chapter already. Sorry, everyone. But, here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Please R&R! Thanks!

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Chapter 25: Accusations:

Lyss lay in her hospital bed with a dejected feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. It had been two days since she'd woken up in the hospital. And in those two days she had barely seen Logan. He was there, all right, but he seemed to be avoiding her. It hurt Lyss even more than the premonition had.

The doctor had been in the night before and he didn't have much to say. Only that her latest attack had put a strain on her heart. If she had cared, Lyss would have taken a peek at her charts to find out first hand what was wrong, but she didn't. She only cared that the man she loved and the person who claimed to love her wasn't there for her.

A tear escaped from the confines of her eyes and she let it fall and drip off her chin. Her gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the door to her room opening. Thinking it was a nurse Lyss didn't bother turning around.

"Alyssa Teresa Andrews, what have you done to yourself?"

"Mom!"

Lyss turned around in her bed to see her room suddenly full with her mother, two brothers Jason and Adam, and Logan. Lyss stared wide eyed at her family- suddenly back in her life. And then she turned to look at Logan. He grinned at her weakly and then shrugged his shoulders. She was horrified when he turned to leave the room leaving her to fend for herself. She wanted to shout at him but her mother continued her tirade.

"Alyssa! When we let you take this job, we didn't think something like this would happen!" Mrs Andrews said wildly.

"I'm fine mom," Lyss stated tiredly. She turned to smile at her brothers. "Hey guys, long time no see."

"Or hear," Adam replied smiling as well. "You know you could call once in a while."

"I'm sorry," she said sheepishly. "I've been busy."

"With that dude who phoned us?" Jason wanted to know.

"Jason!" Mrs. Andrews scolded.

"Yeah, Logan's my boyfriend," Lyss said, trying to ignore the nagging pain she felt when she thought of how he was pushing her away.

"But he's too old for you!" Mrs. Andrews cried, aghast.

"Mom!" Lyss said frustrated. "Get over it! I love him!"

"Wow! Looks like it's serious. What do you think Jason? Should we go have a chat with this guy?" Adam asked his brother suspiciously.

"I think so," Jason agreed quickly.

Lyss knew they were only joking but protested anyway. "Don't you dare!"

"Lyss," Mrs. Andrew started more gently this time. "Can you tell us what's going on?"

Lyss turned her gaze to her mother. She sighed before she spoke. "It's a long story so you better sit down."

The Professor wheeled down into the laboratory. He could see Hank bent down over a microscope, lost in his own world of science.

"Hank," The Professor interrupted.

Hank stood up abruptly and turned around. "Oh Charles, what can I do for you?"

The Professor let out a saddened sigh, he knew what he was about to tell his friend would have a great affect on him. "I need you to prepare an infirmary room with all the necessary equipment to monitor the heart and other vital signs."

"What? Why? Who is hurt?" he asked quickly.

"Lyss," The Professor replied simply.

Hank's eyes widened. "Is… is she hurt badly?"

"She's conscious and speaking, but that's all I know at the moment," he told him truthfully.

"What happened? Sabertooth? Or… or another premonition?"

"Premonition," he told his friend. "This time she was seeing Jean's death from Jean's body."

Hank's mouth dropped open. "I'll get it ready right away. When will they arrive?"

"Lyss, her mother and brothers will be here in a day. I've sent Bobby and Kurt to retrieve them."

"What about Logan?" Hank asked, surprised.

"I'm not sure Hank."

Lyss awoke from her peaceful sleep late that night to the sounds of low growling. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was surprised to see Logan sleeping in a chair by her bedside. 'He must be so uncomfortable,' she thought sadly. And yet he was there.

The growling noises he was making only registered with Lyss a second later. Her mouth settled into a grim line. He was having another nightmare.

"Logan," Lyss whispered. "Logan!" She cursed herself because she couldn't get out of the bed to shake him awake. "Logan!" This last one did the trick. He started and opened his eyes looking groggily around the room.

His eyes settled on Lyss. "Hey, why are you still up?" he asked gently.

"You… you woke me up," she confessed.

"I did?" he said looking confused for a second before he figured it out. "Oh I was having a nightmare wasn't I?"

"It seemed so. I wish you would tell me what they're about?" Lyss pleaded.

"Lyss don't," he said tiredly.

Lyss stared at him, hurt. A sudden image of Logan kissing Jean flashed into her head. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Lyss, what's wrong?" Logan asked urgently, sensing something wasn't right.

Lyss opened her eyes, the image gone. 'Now where did that come from?' She knew it was from the past, but why did she see it? And then it hit her.

"She knew, didn't she?" Lyss accused.

"Who? What?" Logan asked confused.

"Jean." She watched as Logan visibly paled. "You told her what the nightmares were about. She knew."

"Lyss…" Logan started.

"You loved her, didn't you," Lyss asked vehemently, tears streaming down her face.

Logan sighed. "Yes," he confessed.

"More than me, I know," Lyss stated irrationally.

"No Lyss, never!" Logan responded adamantly.

"Yes, you loved her more than me. That's why she knew what caused you so much pain. You probably let her comfort you. That's why you're pushing me away," Lyss continued, crying.

Logan came over to her and pulled her into his arms, hugging her. She didn't hug back. "Lyss, I've never loved anyone more than I love you. You're it for me. There's no one else, Lyss."

His words sinking in, she let her arms go around him hugging him close. "Then why won't you tell me. Why won't you let me in Logan?" she pleaded.

"I… I can't…" he refused.

Her arms dropped from his body and he let her lay back gently when she pulled away. "Then you don't trust me."

"Lyss…"

"I want to go home, to the mansion," she said coolly.

Logan didn't argue. She was mad at him, thoroughly. He just nodded and left the room, leaving her to cry herself to sleep once again.

"Are you sure this thing is safe?" Mrs. Andrews asked staring at the blackbird ominously.

Bobby grinned widely. "I assure you, it's top of the line."

Mrs. Andrews eyed Bobby warily. "And you, are you sure you are old enough to fly this thing?"

"Mom, stop harassing my friends," Lyss complained, though Bobby just looked amused.

"Why don't you go right in Mrs. Andrews, your sons are already inside with Kurt," Bobby recommended.

Mrs. Andrews let out a sniff before climbing aboard.

Bobby turned back to Lyss who was in a wheelchair- still under orders not to walk- and Logan behind her pushing the chair. To Bobby the pair looked like someone had just died.

"Ok guys, let's get going," Bobby said nervously.

"I'm not going," Logan said gruffly.

Both Bobby's and Lyss's gaze snapped up to meet his. "What do you mean?" Bobby questioned.

"I've still got to find Sabertooth," Logan said reasonably.

Bobby saw the shocked look Lyss through him. And he knew they needed a minute alone. "I'm going inside. I'll be back in a minute to get you, Lyss."

"Lyss we still need to find him," Logan told her.

"I know but…" she trailed off; she didn't know what to say. She had at least hoped he'd return with her and then head back.

Logan knelt down in front of her. "Lyss, I love you. Don't ever doubt that."

She nodded, but inside… "Let me take care of this one. And then our next mission I'll let you do all the ass-kicking."

Lyss appreciated the fact that he was trying to make her laugh. She smiled. "All right… but when you get back… we need to talk."

Logan knew what she wanted to talk about. He didn't know if he could when he got back. But one thing was for sure, he was in serious danger of losing her.

He nodded. "Just… don't decide anything until I get back."

She nodded her consent. "I love you Logan."

"I love you too." He kissed her quickly before Bobby was out and wheeling her away.

"All right Professor, I understand," Scott was saying to someone as Rogue slowly awoke from a deep slumber. She found herself wrapped around Scott's body her head rested on his bare chest.

"We'll keep in touch," Scott said grimly, shutting the untraceable cell phone the Professor had given them before they had left.

"Mm… who was that?" Rogue asked sleepily.

Scott looked down at her, surprised to see her awake. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's ok," she said leaning on her elbow to see his face. He didn't look happy. "What's wrong?"

"It's Lyss," Scott said slowly.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Rogue asked, scared.

"She's ok now. But she had another premonition that gave her another attack," he explained. Rogue's hand went to her mouth. "She's not a hundred percent, but the Professor says she's on her way home."

"Logan must be going crazy," Rogue empathized.

"Yeah, except he's not with her," he said disdainfully.

"What?"

"Yeah he's still searching for Sabertooth," Scott told her.

"That idiot!" Rogue exclaimed.

"Yep!"

"Do you know what the premonition was about?" she asked curiously.

"Umm… yeah…"

"Well?"

"Jean's death. She was inside of Jean's body while it was happening. Drowning along with her," he told Rogue bitterly.

"Oh my God," Rogue trailed off.

Scott pushed back the covers and got out of bed. "Umm… I'm going to take a shower."

Rogue watched him walk away, desperately wanting to call him back, but not sure what to say. Obviously, he still he wasn't over Jean. And Rogue wasn't sure if it was fair of her or not to expect that of him. Especially since there was a lot of evidence pointing to…

Well she didn't want to think about that. It was impossible, anyways. Still, she didn't want to get hurt all over again. And not even realizing it, Rogue was too far into this thing with Scott for her to even hold back.

'I'll try to talk to him when he gets out,' Rogue thought, staring at the bathroom door.

Well that's it. I hope you liked it.

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