Fear kicked in, and she couldn't move. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes boring into her.

"We need to talk."

Emma gathered up her courage, and set her jaw. "There's nothing to talk about." She started to walk past him, but he moved to block her exit. "Please let me past." She didn't look up at him.

"Emma..." He took hold of her upper arms in his large hands and held her at arms length, trying to meet her gaze. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Why won't you talk to me?" His voice held only contrition and caring, but she couldn't hear it.

His grip wasn't tight, but in her fear, Emma felt as though he was crushing her bones, splitting her skin apart. "I..." She was shaking with fear, unable to speak. After a moment, she managed to whisper, "Please, let go of me..."

Utterly confused, Logan held her for a moment longer before he realised what was wrong. He quickly let her go, now able to smell the fear that rolled off her.

As he released her, Emma took four steps backward, wrapping her arms around her. She could feel his touch burning on her skin. She wanted more, but at the same time the prospect scared her to death. She turned away from him.

"What the hell is going on, Emma? I'm sorry. Why are you so afraid?"

Her voice was hoarse as she tried to keep her tears in. "It's not that... You nearly killed me. If I hadn't been able to..."

"But you did. When I'm like that, you know I'm not myself - "

She turned around, her green eyes glittering brightly. "But you are. It's a part of you Logan. And I can't handle that." She sighed, feeling a twinge at the hurt in his eyes. "Just let it go Logan. Move on. Because I am."

Emma walked past him.
Finis.

A/N: Wow... Yep, that's sadder and more angsty than I imagined it would be... Maybe I should start working on the next one? I got a good idea, but only if you'll read it.