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A/N: First off I would like to thank Xiowolfe and frizzy hair for your reviews! ^_^ There was also some confusion about Madison being blind, Jean says in Chapter 3 of Forever December that the operation Madison has to go through should give her, her sight back. Sorry for the confusion.  

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Thunder.

  Lightning.

     And then the rain.

A lone figure trudged on through the rain, keeping his head down so that no one could see his face. His black hair stuck to his forehead dripping the rainwater down his face and into his dark brown eyes. He blinked several times sighed then turned his head up towards the sky as if just realizing it was raining. A streak of lightning crossed the sky causing moments later rumbles of thunder echo throughout the sky. Another sigh escaped passed the man's parted lips as he bowed his head once more and began to walk. The warm glow of a neon sign caught his attention and he entered the building inhaling the scent of booze and cigarette smoke.

 "What will it be, pal?" The bartender grunted putting out his cigar in the nearest ashtray.

The man pulled out a twenty and laid it on the counter, "Somethin' strong." He said in a deep raspy voice as he slid onto a stool.

 "Tough day?" The bartender poured a glass of vodka and slid it to the man.

 "You could say that," The man downed the drink, "'nother." He grunted pushing the glass away.

Something about the stranger interested the bartender for some reason, "What's your name?" He asked handing another shot of vodka to the man.

The man grunted a 'thanks' then downed the shot, "Logan." He grunted, "Got any Budweiser?"

  "You gotta story?" The bartender asked handing Logan a bottle of Budweiser.

Logan looked up at the bartender; he was a heavy-set man and looked as though he hadn't shaved in a day or two.

 "Ya, I gotta story," Logan replied taking a swig of his beer, "It's about death and how many times the ugly bastard's walked right up to my front door and took the guy standin' next ta me."

This drew the attention of the man sitting next to him who tried to look as though he weren't listening. Logan glanced at the man then back to the bartender and ordered another beer.

 "You want to die?" The bartender asked with a raised eyebrow, "I don't know too many people that would…"

 "Can't die." Logan replied matter-of-factly while sighing into his bottle before taking another sip, "Don't want to die anymore anyways…"

The bartender shook his head and lit up a cigar, "Right. So you come here to drowned your troubles or something?"

  "Nn… You could say that," He sighed finishing up his beer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, "Problem is… there's too many ta drown." He lit his cigarette and took a drag, "One of them… too many damn ignorant people in the world."

The lights flickered briefly due to the raging storm outside, the bartender looked around nervously for a moment taking a drag of cigar before putting it out. Logan laid another five on the counter stood up from his stool and left the bar, back out into the rain.

 Madison was staying the night at the mansion so that he could call and make arrangements with a man by the name of Frank Genler, the man that had been on the news the night before. A scowl had found its way onto Logan's lips as he approached a phone booth. He stood in the rain a few moments longer then entered the phone booth and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. The blue ink was slightly smudged from his wet hands but the number was still legible. Taking the phone off the receiver Logan inserted a quarter and then dialed the number from the paper.

 The phone rang twice…

 'Hello?'

"This Frank Genler?"

 '…Yes. What can I do for you sir?'

"I might have some information on yer 'daughter'."

There was a pause on the other side, 'You know where she is?' The man sounded somewhat desperate.

 "Maybe… Do ya remember what she looked like when she disappeared?"

 'She had… long brown hair that I had put in a bow the night she disappeared…'

Logan frowned leaning his head back against the glass of the phone booth, "I know where she is… but I have to ask you somethin' bub. Why did I find her in an alley behind a bar? How come you lied on the news saying that you had tried to find her?!" Anger had now seeped into Logan's voice, lifting his head he glared at the receiver.

 'It's none of your business. Just give me my daughter back.'

"Not my business? I raised her fer 11 years, I it is my business."

 'I'm calling the police.' The man hissed and Logan slammed the phone down on the receiver and left the phone booth in a rage.

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-Next Morning-

Madison tapped her pencil on the desk as she stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of her. Spring break was almost over and she still had a paper to write. The subject was, 'If you had three wishes what would they be?'

  "If I had three wishes…" Madison whispered to herself then sighed dropping the pencil.

Rogue entered the room and sat down across from the teen at the table.

 "Logan's back," She sighed, "He seemed pretty angry. You know what's goin' on?"

Madison nodded letting her eyes drop back down to her empty sheet of paper, "My real father's looking for me." She said softly, "But I don't want to go back Rogue. I can't remember his face but I can remember his voice…"

Rogue looked at the girl with concern, "What do ya remember?"

 "Being scared. I was little so I don't remember much."

 Rogue smiled softly, "Ah remember when Logan found ya, ah was going to the kitchen when ah heard him talkin' to the Prof. Ah could tell even then that he had somethin' for ya," Madison smiled sadly, "He wont let this guy take ya without a fight."

  "Thanks Rogue."

Rogue nodded and stood up, "Well ah gotta go find Remy. See ya later Madison."

As Rogue left the room Madison picked up her pencil and started to write.

 'If I had three wishes my first wish would be to stay with my father, Logan…'

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