A/N: Here is the last chapter! ^_^ Thank you everyone who reviewed!!

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I sighed leaning back against the frame of my bed setting the notebook and pencil aside. A knock at my door startled me from my thoughts, "Come in!" I called out crossing my legs so that I was sitting Indian style.

I was surprised when Logan came in through the door and folded his arms over his chest, "Dinner's ready," He grunted his eyes suddenly softened a little, "Somethin' wrong, Rip?"

 I looked up at him and smiled softly, "You know, I think that's the first time I heard you say my name," Logan raised an eyebrow then shrugged turning to leave the room, "Hey wait! Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He turned and nodded then came over and sat down next to me, "Shoot."

I had never fully understood why the students here looked up to Logan to tell their problems to until that moment, when I realized that when ever I needed someone to talk to he was always there. It was the same for everyone; he'd stop whatever he was doing and listen.

I sighed leaning my head back against the mattress and stared up at the ceiling, "I've been thinking about my life before I got here," I sighed looking back at him, "I'm not sure if I want to go back." I added softly.

 "What's so bad about yer old life that ya wouldn' wanna go back ta it?"

 "Just a lot of bad memories…" I trailed off pulling my knees up to my chest.

Logan shook his head, "At least ya got yer memories." He semi growled.

 I rested my chin on my knees and sighed, "Maybe there's a reason you don't remember your past." I looked at him out of the side of my eye.

 He grunted leaning back against the bed, "So what are yer memories of?"

I closed my eyes, "Hating myself when I was younger and hating everyone else. Even my so called 'friends' tried to poison me or something…"

 "Poison you?" Logan cut in anger lacing his voice.

I opened my eyes, "Actually I don't know what it was. Said it was a tic-tac but I knew better, tic-tacs aren't purple and they sure as Hell don't have numbers written on 'em." 

Logan shook his head, "'cause you were a mutant?" He asked.

 "No," I shook my head, "where I'm from there aren't any mutants like here," I sighed running a hand through my hair.

"So all of yer memories are bad ones, huh?" Logan asked slightly tilting his head to the side.

 "There are some good memories too, I guess," I smiled lightly stretching my legs out, "Like the conversations about you guys that I've had with my friend."

Logan raised his eyebrows at that, "Like what?" He asked letting curiosity get the best of him.

I grinned, "Like what would happen if I took your boots or something."

 "My boots?" He narrowed his eyes.

I chuckled, "Yea! Your orange ones! They're so cool!"

He shook his head, "Yer probably the strangest person I've met."

I laughed again, "So what's for dinner?" I climbed to my feet and stretched my arms out.

He shrugged, "I'm not sure, smells like spaghetti." He smirked sniffing the air.

 "Thanks."

 "For what?"

 "For listening to me. It's been awhile since I've talk to anyone and they've actually listened without thinking I was crazy."

He smiled, "No problem."

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I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone of my plans to return home, just in case something went wrong. Yawning I laid down on my bed and curled up into a ball slowly drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly I was standing outside a hospital room looking in at the occupant lying motionless on the bed. Steady beeps echoed rhythmically throughout the room from the heart monitor signaling life. Sighing I stepped into the room and walked up to the side of the bed. It was me laying there, wrapped up in bandages, wires, and tubes of all sorts. I swallowed looking up at the wall with the clock, both hands pointed at the 12. All of the sudden I felt incredibly tired as though the room itself was draining me and I fell forward onto the bed blacking out…

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I could hear someone talking… it sounded like a T.V was on in the next room and all I could make out was bits and pieces. Slowly I opened my eyes shocked to find myself in a hospital room instead of my room back at the mansion. I felt a sensation of both relief and sadness wash over me then I saw him, my father sitting in a chair next to my bed silently praying. I wanted to say something but couldn't due to the tube stuck down my throat, so I did the next best thing, I lifted my hand and patted the blanket. The new sound caught his attention and he was staring at me with tears in his eyes.

 "You're awake!" He cried out jumping to his feet.

'I'm back,' I thought to myself closing my eyes briefly, 'Wonder if that was all just a dream…'

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Logan knocked on Ripley's door slightly worried that she hadn't come down for breakfast or lunch.

 "Ripley?" He called out opening the door finding that the room was empty.

Stumped he walked into the room looking around; a blue note book sitting on the floor caught his attention. On the cover written in black marker was his name. He picked it up studying the cover briefly before opening it finding a detailed picture of his boots, setting it down he turned to the next page. It was a letter…

  Dear Logan-

  This might help you with your search for your past…

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The End.

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed that. ^_^ Thank you everyone for reading!