A/N; HEY ALL! This isn't really a sequel to my first x-men fic, it's more like...a little concluder. Therefore it will make little sense if you haven't read "WANTING HER" by kitty1223 (that's me) so, check that out, and then, if you are hungry for more, read this! Ok, I don't own any of the x- men people, (sadly.wolverine is yummy) and, umm, I made this up all by myself, and, I think I'm gonna make it PG-13 just in case, ok? Alright!

(oh, and, if VAmmy reads this, since I can't add more to "wanting her", I wanna answer your review here. You are so right! My facts were off, and while I read your review I was kicking myself because we just learned that in health right before school got out...oh well, it's summer, and I feel mighty stupid, sorry bout the glitch!)

Lets begin... This story starts out 5 yrs after the first one, so, Rogue and Logan have their daughter Love

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She drove Scott's car.

It was a blue Honda, nice, a little on the safe side, but still nice.

She remembered as she drove.

The look on Logan's face when he had picked up the phone. The anger, the wildness that overtook him. He slammed the phone into the counter, breaking it.

Good thing she had never liked that phone.

Love had begged her not to go, clung to her leg like a little starfish.

"Daddy will be here with you Love," She had said, trying in vain to pry her daughter from her leg, "He'll stay here until Mommy gets back."

"Daddy doesn't want you to go either," Love had said, and she was right.

Boy was she right.

"He doesn't deserve to see you again Marie," Logan growled, urgency in his voice, "Not after five years, not after what he did."

"Logan," Marie said calmly, holding his face between her hands and looking him straight in the eyes, "I'll be alright."

Logan had lifted his own hands up to hers, and nuzzled her palm with his nose, the tip brushing softly over the band of her wedding ring.

"I want to protect you."

Protecting was what Logan did, he was her protector, and the one person who she knew would die for her. That was just the way he was.

Logan had already hurt him, he had driven him away. And now it was her turn to face him.

"I love you," she had whispered in his ear that morning, before grabbing her purse from the bedside table, "But I have to do this."

He'd take care of Love, he was her father, even though there was no blood relation between them, he loved her.

She fingered her wedding ring as she rested her hand on the steering wheel.

Love still didn't know.

Didn't know the truth, didn't know who her mother was visiting, she didn't know the circumstances of her birth.

The circumstances ... what a fine way to describe it. If it hadn't been for Logan, Love probably would still be living with Jean's parents. Logan had taught Rogue not to be afraid of love, of dreams of having a family.

This meeting would change all of that, it would be her closure. There would be no more secrets from Love, no more worries that he might come back. This would be the end.

Marie pulled out the faded photo as she drove. It was a wonderful photo, taken by Storm when she and Kurt had returned to the manor for a slight stay.

It showed herself, sitting happily in Logan's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her back towards his chest. Then, sitting in her own lap, was a two year old Love, clinging tightly to a stuffed bear and looking up admiringly at her parents, basking in their happiness. Logan's face was directed at the two of him. And in his expression he conveyed so much adoration and love, that it made her smile just looking at it. He never showed that side of himself to many people, and to have it captured in a photo was something beautiful.

She loved that photo.

She was going to show it to him, to prove that she could be happy, that she was happy.

Marie gracefully tucked the photo back into her purse, turning both her eyes back to the road.

She was scared.

The last time she had seen him had been that fateful night, the night that changed her life forever.

She wished Logan were here now, wrapping his arms tightly around her and whispering reassurances in her ear.

When she was with Logan she always felt safe, with him she felt treasured.

Marie made up her mind quickly and grabbed her cell phone out of her
purse.

Holding on to the steering wheel with one hand she dialed the number and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Logan's rough voice said as the ringing stopped, and she cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Hi," She said softly, her voice wavering a bit.

"Hey kid," Logan said, his tone softening, a bit of relief obvious in his voice.

Marie's body relaxed as she heard him speak. He still called her kid, as was the tradition, and just hearing him say it made a bit of her fear leave her.

"I hope I didn't worry you," She said, no pretense in her tone.

"It was obvious where you had gone," Logan said simply, making silence his reprimand to her, not speaking more then was necessary.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Marie choked out, flooded with waves of remorse, "I just had to go."

"I know," Logan said gruffly, his voice uncommonly quiet, "I understand why you have to do this, I just don't like it."

"I love you," Marie offered, not as a bribe, but as a consolation, "I love how you don't like it, and I love how you protect me. I just need to face him alone. You already faced him."

"I didn't kill him," Logan said quietly, contemplation in his voice.

"I know," Marie said, her voice down to a whisper, adoration underlying her words.

"Don't you let that bastard get to you darlin'" Logan said, breaking the small silence he held after her words, "You know you are stronger then him."

"I do," Marie said, grateful for Logan's tough words, they were just what she needed.

"You are my girl, remember that," Logan said again, his voice scratchy but sincere.

"Yea," Marie said, smiling, "I'm your girl."

"Shit, I have to go," Logan said, momentarily distracted, "I think Love's waking up from her nap."

"Give her my love," Marie said, suddenly overcome with a longing to see her daughter.

"Of course I will," Logan said, and Marie could swear she heard a smile creep into his voice, "I'll tell her that her mama's off doing a little ass kicking."

"Logan!" Marie said in mock disapproval, a grin beginning to spread over her face.

"Alright, I'll tone down the language a bit," Logan said jokingly, as Marie began to hear slight activity in the background.

"Ok then, I'll be back as soon as I can ok?" Marie said, her voice breaking a bit, "I love you-"

"More then life itself," Logan finished for her, his voice sure as he spoke their familiar mantra, "Same here kid."

"Bye Logan," Marie said, waiting for an answer, not wanting the conversation to end.

"If he hurts you, he's dead," Logan said, his voice hard as he relayed his threat, "Make sure he knows that."

"Alright," Marie answered him, noting the seriousness in his voice. That was not a lie.

"Goodbye Marie," Logan said, "I'll see ya soon."

The dial tone rang in her ears and she slowly placed the phone back in her bag. Logan's words had helped, and now at least she had left in peace. But there was still the meeting to come, and without her husband at her side, she had no idea how she might react to seeing him.

Seeing Bobby.

***********************8 A/n: Ok, this story is prolly only gonna be 2-4 chapters, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't review! REVIEW! ppppllllleaasee! Ok, well, review, and I'll write more. byby