Disclaimer: Don't own them L Chapter Three: The Talk

He sat there staring at the TV., His eye's full of sorrow and pain, hidden behind dark red glasses. His fellow comrades where sitting there also, on chair's or next to him on the couch. The only person not there, he noted was Logan. But that didn't shock him. Considering that the man has locked himself in his room, and hasn't been seen out sense she had left. The only time someone had seen him, was when they brought him food.
He didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for Logan.

It was his fault that he lost his only love, Jean. And his fault that Rogue had run away, and planned on never returning. Leaving the rest of us hurting, and confused about her abrupt departure from the house. It had hurt him badly, when he found out she was gone, he had come to care for her like a sister, and just as bad when he found out the reason why she left them. He could feel himself scowling, at the thought of Logan and Jean together. Growling he pushed himself away from the couch and stood up. Oh great he thought, now I'm turning into the damn man, growling at anything and everything. As he left the living room, he could feel Jean's eye's on his back.

Heading to the kitchen, he ignored the children running down the hall's. As he stepped into the room, his eyebrow's shot upwards, when he saw that he wasn't alone. Then they snapped downward into a death glare, when he saw who it was. He turned around and started to leave the room, not wanting to be anywhere near the man. But he was stopped by his voice.

" Wait." A crisp command.

He slightly turned his head to get a better view at the person who owned the deep, gruff voice.

" Why?" he snapped at him.

" I think we need to talk," came his reply.

With a sigh he decided to oblige him, and pulled out a chair. Plopping himself down he sat there with his arm's crossed, waiting for Logan to speak. His eyebrows pulled into a death glare, oh how he hated this man…

Sighing, Logan cleared his throat, " Look, what happened between me and Jean...it was an accident. She still love's you, and I realized that I didn't love her. I love Marie… and only her, but I really fucked up this time, I wish that I could take it all back… But I can't, I can only ask that you… and Marie will someday be able to forgive me," he adverted his eye's as he spoke to Scott.

Rising from his chair, he could feel the anger that has been held back, come forth in one big rush. He stood there glaring down at the man, he's come to despise sense the beginning.

" What make's you think that I should forgive you, or that you deserve Rogue's for that matter?! And as for Jean, she must not have loved me that much…sense she told me that she wanted to wait for our marriage, and the next thing you know she end's up in bed with you!! I don't care if it was an accident or not. That's not the point, the point it that it happened and you two of you… broke both of our heart's. And it's your fault that Rogue left, now the rest of us have to bear with the pain of her being gone!! And you lock yourself in your room like you actually give a damn about her, when you never really paid much attention to her in the first place, always chasing after Jean, while the rest of us had to take care of Rogue's broken heart!! You don't give a shit about her, so don't give me that shit that you care about her. Because if you did then you wouldn't have let it happen!!" Then he stormed out of the kitchen, with out a backward glance. Knowing that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from raising his visor and blasting the damn man to hell.

Logan, watched him leave from his chair, he lifted his half empty beer bottle, and downed the rest of it in one gulp. Every word that he had said pricked at his heart, knowing that most of it was true, didn't help the pain any less.

Sighing he leaned his head back, and closed his weary eye's. They hurt from the many tear's that where shed, behind his closed door. He hadn't come out of his room, for fearing that he'd receive many angry glare's, or heaven forbid…sympathetic look's. How he hated when people felt sorry for him, he didn't need anyone's sympathy. And they'd only remind him that he was to blame for loosing Marie.

But for some reason he decided to come out and get drunk, but even that didn't help him to forget about her. The beer reminded him of a bar, and the a bar only reminded him of the bar where he first met 'her'. Groaning a bitter smile came to his lip's, it seems that lately everything reminded him of her. It has been almost three week's sense she had left. Opening his eye's he stared at his empty bottle, as thought's of her ran through his mind.

Standing up, a look of grim determination came to his face. He couldn't stand to go on like this, living with out her. He would go find her and bring her back, whether it be willingly or over his shoulder. It didn't matter to him, he would set thing's right between them. A smirk came to his face, one a predator gave when he was on the trail of his prey and about to capture it in it's claws. He headed to the professor's office, the doc and him had a few thing's to discuss.

A/N: Well it's done, chapter three I'll be working on chapter four tonight and then I'll get the rest of the chapter's redone by tomorrow night and then I'll continue on with the plot, I have it all worked out in my head, so fear not I will continue on with this storyJ!!!!!!!!!