Disclaimer: We know how this goes. I don't own x-men. Don't sue, I have no money.

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"La la la la la la bamba.. Oh, I'm feeling the magic of the Spanish words that I apparently cannot understand," Marie sang as she danced around her room, leaving anyone who happened to walk by her room under the assumption that she had quite a few bottles of wine.

Her eyes were shut as she danced around her fairly small room as she made the most of the limited space. She seemed to have been pretending to be on a stage, just dancing her soul away, or perhaps dancing some consumed alcohol away. If there was anything that made her truly brighten up, that was music and Logan. (Logan being her personal favorite of the two.)

'What would I do without Richie Valens right now as I give the poor children a reason to shield their eyes? The possibilities are endless,' she quickly thought to herself before getting back into the spirit of the music.

Logan, at unfortunately the same time, was making his way down the very hallway that contained Marie's room, which was booming out "La la la la la bamba" and other Spanish words that were quite unknown to him. At first, he was more scared then excited about seeing her. He began to think of possibilities. The first of the possibilities that struck him was that he himself could have finally reached that point where he was nothing short of delusional or Marie could simply be the insane one.

The amazing bond that the both of them shared was seen and even felt by everyone. Marie and Logan seemed to be the only ones who put themselves under the illusion that they were only "friends". Deep down, they were both aware that if they could make the words "just friends" completely disappear from the world, they'd be the first to do so. Sometimes they would each wonder if it hurt more just pretending that they were never meant to become anything more then simply extremely caring friends.

Logan couldn't stop himself from looking into Marie's room. The curiosity was overwhelming. It seemed as if the longer he looked into the room without her realizing, the more his eyes widened in complete shock.

He leaned against the door frame as a smile began to twitch at his lips.

"If you're going to get wasted, could you do everyone here a favor and play music that's in English?", he attempted to say over the music.

He wasn't heard. She only continued dancing, leaving him ignored.

"If I only I knew words other then 'la bamba', oh yes," she attempted to sing over the Spanish lyrics. She didn't see Logan yet, who was now attempting to contain his laughter.

"I'm fairly sure that this is illegal in Mexico!", he shouted much louder then his first attempt, which stopped her dead in her tracks. By her now frozen figure, he assumed that she had heard him. She turned around to now face the doorway.

Her eyes trailed up and down the masculine figure leaning against her door frame. There was no way she could get out of this. There was Spanish music blasting, an extremely attractive man remarking on how her dance moves are illegal, and all she could do was lower the music somewhat.

Logan grinned at the embarrassed expression on her face as the blush snuck into her cheeks. She did her best to not seem the slightest bit embarrassed, but that plan was far from working. He knew her all too well. It was even more amazing that she didn't run up to hug him yet.

"It's all right, Logan. We don't have to tell anyone. You're just jealous you can't do these moves." She ran a hand through her now messy hair as she attempted to be serious (for effect) about everything that just happened in the last two minutes. With every second, it was getting harder and harder for her to contain the smile twitching at her lips. It was nearly unbearable for her to continue playing along with this 'act' without hugging him yet.

"We'll just have to wait for those dance lessons you promised me, right?" He was suprised that he had kept himself from even going anywhere near her for this long. This was especially strange due to the fact that he had been away for the past three and a half months.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to pretend as best as humanly possible that she was angry. "Well, now we wouldn't have to worry about those dance lessons if you didn't go away, now would we?"

He shook his head in amazement as finally she allowed a big smile to make itself known among the many features on her face.

"I missed you."

And with those words spoken, she went up to hug him as tightly as humanly possible, and all while being careful not to make contact between their skin. It was almost like a sort of healing experience for both of them, where they both were filled were warmth and happiness. That warmth and happiness would still be able to exist if they were somewhere in Alaska half naked with polar bears getting ready to attack them. As long as they were together, that warmth would exist. Neither wanted to release the other, but since they both had themselves placed under the illusion that they were just friends, they had to let go eventually.

At one point Marie believed that she barely managed to convince herself that he would never want her in that way because of her slight inability to touch people without killing them. Then, Logan thought that he was convinced that she could never want a rough man like him for someone to love her. He thought she needed someone guaranteed to never hurt her. He never saw the fact that he was the only one who could never hurt her in any possible way.

They spoke with eachother about how his trip was and the minor problem that Scott's car had a slight dent in it. She didn't bother asking when he would be leaving throughout their conversation. She knew that he would tell her when he himself found out sometime soon. She was never really sure about that with him.

For some reason, this time that he returned, things felt differently. It was almost as if he was going to permanently stay with her. It was such a crazy thought to her at the moment, but as hard as she tried she couldn't erase that possibility. Nevertheless, they could have gone on forever just talking to eachother. No. Not even just talking. They could just sit together and feel happy with their surroundings, as long as they were close to eachother. The only problem was that they were the only people who didn't see how perfect for eachother they truly were.

Somewhere towards the middle of the conversation, a voice sounded in Marie's head, which she quickly realized was Professor Xavier. He apparently was trying to tell her something of importance.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to have a discussion with you as soon as possible. Normally, I would ask you to come see me at a more appropriate hour, but I believe there is something you should be aware of," the voice sounded in her head. The seriousness of his tone of voice made her increasingly worried.

"What.. What's wrong?", Logan asked with a look of concern crossing over his features after he noticed that Marie seemed to blank out for a little while.

"Professor wants to talk about something. I bet it has to do with the music. Here we go." Marie sighed and promised to get back to Logan as fast as she could get out of Professor's office.

"I told you to dance to something more English," Logan said teasingly. At least he didn't seem to be worried about anything.

She shrugged her shoulders in response, and began making her trip to find the Professor. A feeling of nervousness settled in her stomach. She didn't think that the music could have been that loud. No. Nevermind. It was extremely loud.

'But loud music is definitely not something to sound so urgent about, right?' she thought to herself. What other reasons could there be?

She couldn't think of anything serious that she could have done or anything that could have happened which could possibly affect her, besides Logan's return home. The walk seemed longer then it actually was, and part of her wished that it could have been even longer when she finally reached the door. Behind the door was Professor, waiting patiently to speak with her. She figured it was no use just standing out there since he probably already knew she arrived.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst. The doors opened and from that moment on her life was about to change forever.

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ok. yes yes. it was my first shot at an x-men fanfiction. let me know what you thought (good or bad). i promise i'll get all the determination i can to finish this story if you guys are interested. see you soon.

- escense