Disclaimer: I don't own X-men what so ever. And that sucks.
A/N: I'm thinking about ending this story soon. I started another story about Madison and want to finish this before I post it. (It's gonna be a short story.) Thanks for your reviews I really appreciate them. ^_^
So here's the next chapter!
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He found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, 'Could use a shave.' He noted running a hand over his bristly cheeks. Sighing he turned away finding Rose sitting on his bed staring up at him intently. He shifted uneasily sending a wavering glare towards her then walked out into the hallway where he proceeded to go into the bathroom. He couldn't wait for this whole thing to be over with so he could return back to the mansion and be treated normal again. Turning the water on cold he splashed his face a few times then dried it off on the hand towel, he glanced back up at the mirror finding Rose standing behind him. Startled he turned around slamming himself against the counter as he leaned back against his hands.
"What do ya want?" He snarled reaching for the doorknob.
Rose frowned at him, "You're almost there." She said softly reaching towards him.
Something within him clicked as he flung the door open retreating back into his room, he knew he had known Rose once before but did he have feelings for her then? He looked over his shoulder spotting Rose just a few feet away staring at him expectantly.
"You were in love with me at one point or I was in love with ya, am I right?" He folded his arms over his chest noting the change of expression on the woman's face.
"Sort of."
He scowled, "Look I'm done with the games, can't ya just tell me what it is I'm supposed ta know?"
Rose shook her head, "You have to figure it out on your own."
Logan sighed exasperatedly trying to remember anything from his past that involved the woman before him, finally he found something. It was a tad blurry and he could just make out a little of what was going on. Furrowing his eyebrows he concentrated on the memory making it a little clearer, his face paled slightly.
"I killed you…" He looked up at the woman who was now looking away a tear rolling down the side of her face, "I did care 'bout ya but ya had ta go an fall in love with that other guy," He shook his head his eyes softening, "But I forgave ya… Gave 'em my permission 'cause I loved ya so much that I would a done anythin' just ta see ya happy."
"I'm sorry." She whispered catching him off guard when she hugged him.
He was stunned he felt his arms wrap around her pulling her closer in a crushing hug, God he had missed her without even realizing it.
Then she was gone, just like that.
His arms fell limply down to his sides, 'was that what I was supposed ta remember…?' He thought scrubbing his face with his hand, 'one more ta go.' He thought looking over his shoulder where James stood peering out the window.
"Dad?" Madison walked into the room finding Logan staring over his shoulder at the window.
He turned to her a sheepish smile spread across his lips, "Sorry darlin', didn't wake ya did I?"
Madison shook her head pointing over her shoulder, "I've been up for a while. Breakfasts ready."
"Really?" He looked taken aback, he didn't smell anything, "What ch'ya make?" He sniffed the air furrowing his eyebrows.
A sly grin touched her lips, "Cereal." She replied simply chuckling at the expression that crossed over his face as she left the room.
Rolling his eyes Logan looked back at the window finding James still standing there silently, "What's yer story kid?" He drawled turning the rest of the way.
"My story," James said slowly not bothering to look over at Logan, "You should know…"
"Ya well," Logan sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't."
James' blue eyes flickered over to where Logan stood then back out the window, "She called me Logan and so that's my name."
"I thought yer name was James?" Logan raised an eyebrow feeling a tinge of confusion.
"Was," James grunted turning away from the window, "now it's Logan. Named after the man that killed my father."
Logan narrowed his eyes, "I remember that night, but why did you change yer name?"
James (A/N: He'll still be called James to save the confusion.) mimicked Logan's expression, "Yer daughter's comin' back."
Sure enough Madison walked back in, "I thought you were coming to eat, I made bacon." She smiled at hearing Logan's stomach growl.
"Yea, I'm comin'." He smirked following her out of the room glancing one last time where James had once stood finding him gone.
As the two entered the kitchen the smell of freshly made bacon assaulted Logan's nose, sitting down at the table he picked a piece up and shoved it into his mouth.
Madison rolled her eyes at him as she finished her cereal and put the bowl in the sink, "Who were you talking to?" She asked casually now used to the fact that he saw and talked to people that weren't really there.
"James, he's the only one left." Logan replied around a mouthful of bacon.
"What do you mean 'the only one left'?"
"I figured out what the other two wanted me ta remember and they disappeared."
"Oh." Madison furrowed her eyebrows in thought then decided to do the dishes rather than make sense of it all.
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