Kitty thought back to when she had tried to help Logan. He had his claws at the sides of her head, ready to attack her. "Mr. Logan! It's me Kitty! You remember me . . . the Half Pint?"
Kurt had tried to pull her back, when she heard Logan groan, "Kitty . . ."
"Wait Kurt, I think I'm getting through to him." She pulled back his mask, and his expression and look in his eyes told her that he was trying to fight whatever was wrong with him.
Finally, she had gotten through to him, and he collapsed down to his knees where Kitty moved in to hug him. The next thing she had heard was Sabretooth, "Wrong move." and she had watched as Logan and Sabretooth went hurling down the cliff . . .
"Kitty?" asked Professor. Kitty came out of her flashback and looked up to see Professor rolling into the dining room where she sat as the big, oak table. "What's wrong Kitty?" asked Professor in his usual calm voice.
"I was thinking about what happened to Mr. Logan. What was wrong with him?" she asked.
Logan was about to enter the dining room when he saw Kitty and Chuck sitting in there, and hearing Kitty's question, he paused behind the doorway; out of sight. He swung his head around to watch.
"I believe that Logan wouldn't appreciate me telling you his personal business. As you know, Logan keeps to himself; he's a very private man.
Ya' got that right Bub Logan thought as he listened to the conversation.
"I was just worried about him. Is he going to be all right?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"Yes Kitty, he'll be all right. The problem is fixed. On the other hand, if you wanted to know what was wrong, maybe you could try to ask him yourself." suggested Xaivier.
Kitty snorted. "I don't think he'd want to tell me."
"I suppose . . .but you don't really know that unless you ask."
"I know, but he gets all grumpy when you bother him." Logan laughed at this.
"Well . . .think about." As he began to roll away he said, "You never know with Logan." You got that right Professor Kitty thought, and with her elbows propped up on the table, she rested her chin on her hands.
"Hello Logan," greeted Professor as he came out of the doorway leading to the dining room.
"Hey Chuck."
"I assume you heard our conversation?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I appreciate the considerate thought."
"Logan, maybe confiding in someone wouldn't hurt."
"What do ya' mean?"
"I mean if you talk to someone, it might ease the pain of your past. Confide in someone; it won't hurt."
"Chuck, you're the person that I've been closest to talk about my past and . . ."
"And you haven't. You still haven't told me things that I know must torment you. By now, if you feel you can't tell me these things, perhaps you should give up on me and find someone you can."
"Like who?" he asked sarcastically.
"Like Scott or Jean . . .or Kitty."
"But . . ."
"Kitty seems like she would listen." Professor interrupted. "I guess she looks up to you."
"She's just a teenager Chuck! She couldn't understand . . ."
"Yes she could Logan." he replied calmly. "Sometimes . . .teenagers feel like it's the end of the world; she can relate . . . even though in reality, your story is much more tragic."
Logan sighed and looked into the dining room where Kitty still sat, along with Professor Xaivier. Logan looked at the Professor, and Xaivier's attention was turned back to Logan. "I know what you're thinking Chuck, and besides the fact that I'm older than her -a lot- she likes Kurt."
"Is that right?" Xaivier said with a mischievous smile. "So you can read minds too?"
