Lone Star.

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A/N: Last chapter was hard to write, this one will be harder, I'm trying my best to keep Logan in character, please don't kill me if I get anything wrong! Oh and I'd like to give a shout out to:

Neostar: Thanks for the review, and yeah, my grammar sucks doesn't it? I'm going to go back and edit them in hopes of my grammar to be......not......sucky...anymore. AH!

Stephanie: Thanks, this one's for you!

P.S.: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, the next one will be much longer I promise but Carpal Tunnel syndrome is slowing me down quite a bit, sorry for the future delays!

Chapter five, Whatever lies beyond this morning.

**Later that night**

Logan jerked awake, his sleep once more disturbed by nightmares, but these were not his own. He was re-living the past, or more specifically, Polaris's past. He'd seen her memories, the sight of her mother's dead body still sent chills down his spin, what must it was been like for her, at that age. Even though most of his past was a black void, he still couldn't imagine living with something like that.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and crawled out of bed, it was no use, he couldn't sleep, he glanced at the clock and realized it was 5 in the morning. He'd have gotten up in an hour anyway; he might as well get up now. He couldn't help but thinking as he got out of bed, God how I hate mornings.

He looked out the window and could see the first rays of dawn creeping over the horizon. He'd go make some coffee before Polaris woke up, that way he wouldn't have to drink that any of that bile she called coffee.

He walked to the door, opening it slowly as he remembered that the hinge squeaked. He'd fix that later to day, he promised himself. Filing that away on his to-do list, he walked into the hallway and heard a muffled yelp.

It came from Polaris room. His claws came out and he stalked towards the door, eyeing it like prey. He leaned his ear against the door and heard the sheets ruffle and the springs of the mattress strain, she was having another nightmare, it was only a matter of time before she fell off the bed again, it was like an alarm clock with her, but usually she woke up before him. But not today, today he was going to march straight into that kitchen make his own coffee, grab the newspaper and sit in his window seat. Then he heard a moan. Growling to him, he backed away from the door and began to walk away, and then he heard it again.

Going against his better instincts he walked back to the door and opened, peering in he could see she had her blinds open and the sun filtered into her room, he followed the pattern of light until it reached her bed, the covers where twisted in knots like she'd been kicking at them for hours, he walked closer to her bed, drawing in his claws.

Then he saw her, she had scooted up into the farthest corner of the bed, like she was trying to phase through the wall like Kitty. Not only that she was teetering on the corner, no wonder she always fell of the bed every night.

Reaching her he bent down and shook her shoulder lightly, then leaned back a little remembering the first time she'd woken up to his face in the medical wing.

Polaris sat bolt upright and hit her head on the wall.

"Ow!" She yelled and grabbed the back of her head, looking around she spotted Logan, and scooted to the other side of the bed. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"Trying to save you a fall." He said bluntly, and sat down at the end of her bed. "Having another nightmare?"

"And you?" She shot back hostilely.

"Don't I always." He shrugged and got back up.

She sighed and leaned back against the offending wall for support. "Yeah," she said. "Tell me what are your dreams about." She had to ask.

He looked back at her, and then sank back onto the bed. "My past, at least the parts I can remember."

"What?" She asked, even though she'd been in the same building as he had, she'd never asked Logan anything about his past, or his power for that matter. She suddenly felt very guilty for it.

"I don't remember my past, that good enough for you?"

"I guess," She began, "But could you tell me, what is your power?"

This took Logan aback, she didn't know? No, that's right he'd been very careful not to reveal the fact that he had metal in his body to her. She had the same power as Magneto, and he had, had enough experience with what he could do to him. He unconsciously rubbed his knuckles remembering the pain.

"Can't you figure it out by yourself?" He mocked.

"Well you haven't done anything that would give it away, and its been bugging me all week. I've been watching you this whole time hoping you'd slip up." She said as nonchalantly as she could. She fidgeted with her hair nervously; she'd been jittery ever since Hank, Logan and Xavier had found out about her past. She didn't need people feeling sorry for her, she needed to forget, but she couldn't every night she'd be reminded and every morning when she'd wake up, it was like a knife in her chest, not her mother's.

He grunted, so she'd noticed, "Well, if you hafta know, I can got an advanced healing factor."

"And." She moved her hands in circles signaling him to continue.

"And what?"

"I know there's more that your not telling me, there is no way you could have gotten out of a fight with Victor and come out totally unscathed not matter how good you healing is, there's got to be another edge to it."

"I've got heightened senses."

"And?"

"And...." He trailed off for a moment, "an adamantium skeleton and claws."

Polaris was silent for a moment, and then she grinned evilly. "You mean to tell me, that your skeleton is all metal?" For all Logan's heightened senses he didn't catch the tone in her voice.

"That's right, the metal that makes up my skeleton is indestructible." He said proudly.

"So you mean I could do this?" She jumped up and pointed at him, and sure enough he levitated off of the bed.

"Put me down Black!" He snarled and struggled to grab something, but Polaris was too smart for that, and levitated him well out of the reach of anything.

"No way, I'm having way too much fun!" She giggled girlishly. She spun him around ignoring the death threats, curses and insults that came her way, then her eyes lit up in sudden inspiration. "Hey Logan, you ever hear the song 'I'm a little teapot?'"

Logan's eyes went wide in horror, dismay, and a touch of realization. "No." He said horrified.

"Yes." She said gleefully, she jerked her thumb a little and Logan was unable to open his mouth to protest.

Logan's arms began to move and he tried to fight them down harder than he'd ever done anything before, but it was in vain his arms went into the teapot position.

"I'm a little teapot, short and stout," She said in a sing-song voice, "here is my handle." His left arm jerked a little. "Here is my spout." his right arm jerked a little. "When I get all steamed up hear me spout. Tip me over and pour me out." Logan fought, he struggled with all his might not to tip over, but he did.

As soon as the song was over Polaris lowered him to the floor and fell on the bed laughing so hard she couldn't breath. She felt like she was dieing. "Oh my God! That was so hilarious!" Was all she could come up with as she almost rolled off the bed laughing.

Unfortunately Logan did not share this view; on the contrary he was seething with rage. He stomped over to her baring his teeth and relishing his claws, death was staring straight through his eyes. He made as if to punch her in the face, but forgot his claws were out; luckily Polaris had been expecting this so she stopped him mid-swing.

Opening her eyes she wiped away tears of laughter and stared at him, she didn't freeze his face only his body, his faced looked down horrified, at his arm. If she hadn't stopped him, he would have killed her, he couldn't believe he had let his anger get the better of him.

Polaris realized this. "You know," she said getting up and walking over to him. "You really have got to watch your temper, remember what I said," She got up to him, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, his face went from horrified to puzzled in a flat second he tried to open his mouth to speak but she froze it. Women's intuition told her he'd say something stupid. "You'll live longer." She finished and walked to the door, opening it she made as if to walk out, but paused, glancing over her shoulder she looked at Logan and smiled gratefully, "Oh, and Logan, thanks, for caring about me enough to come in here and see if I was safe." She shut the door and Logan fell to the floor at the sudden ability to move again, his hand flew to his cheek and her ran to the door, he flung it open and glanced up and down the hallway and saw the bathroom door shut, from where he was could hear the water turn on.

Sighing and saying to himself once again how he'd never understand women he walked to the kitchen to make some coffee.

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