In this chapter… Logan WAKES UP!!! TOM,TOM,TOM… what is he going to think? Read on to discover!!!!! *Niark, niark, niark*

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Chapter 3:

Logan slowly came back to consciousness. He breathed deeply and let his head fall back. He was surprised to feel that it didn't hit an ice-cold surface, but a comfortable pillow instead. He opened his eyes and quickly closed them again as he felt them burn with pain. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes.

He remembered falling into the water, the lack of air and crawling back out, but the rest was a total mystery. The main question that was roaming in his head was: Where am I?

He opened his eyes again and the pain he felt was less significant than the first one. He focused on the ceiling and saw that it was made of wood. He tried to turn his head, but it was simply impossible. He tried to get in an upward position, but he felt weight blocking his movements. He looked downwards and saw a woman completely lying on him. To the looks of it, she was sleeping.

A cold rush passed his body and forced him to drop his head onto the pillow again. It was then realized that he was totally freezing. Only the part of his body held warm was where the woman was.

Logan grabbed one of the feather blankets and covered himself with it. When he placed his head back down, he felt the woman untie her arms from around his neck and one of her hands fall onto his chest, warming the area.

Now there were many more questions he wanted to ask this woman. Who was she? Why were they in the same bed? Why was he so cold? Where were they? How did he get here?

A long, soft moan came out of the woman's mouth as she moved her head, and interrupted his thinking. Immediately, a mischievous smile appeared on Logan's face and made his body twitch lightly, as his senses intensified. He looked back down at her, evaluating her aspect.

She had long brown hair that fell in soft ringlets on her shoulders. She was Caucasian, and had softly tanned skin. Logan evaluated that she was in her late twenties, early thirties. Victoria Secret model, he thought naughtily seeing her red underwear. She had pierced ears, and little diamond earrings on. What really caught Logan's eye was that she totally had THE perfect body.

~Better than Jean's?,~ he thought impishly.

Suddenly, he felt freezing again.

"What the hell is happening to me?" he thought as he pulled another blanket.

He stayed quiet for a moment, trying to warm himself up. The woman moved again, and stretched her arms and legs. Logan smiled again, feeling her get closer to him under the covers. A few moments later, she got into an upward position. Logan noticed that her hair was longer than he thought. She stretched again, adding a moan. After that, she turned to Logan who simply forgot to close his eyes and pretend to sleep as he was amazed by the colour of her eyes. A strange mix of colours, with deep green and dark blue entwined with sparks of gold. It was really dazzling.

He could truly read the surprise in her eyes as she saw he was awake. Logan mumbled something incoherent and almost blushed, as he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her cheeks became a clear shade of pink.

"Are you cold?" she asked, looking at the blankets he had pulled over himself.

"Y-yeah," he simply said. "W-what happened?"

"My dog found you on the lake. You fell in. You were unconscious when I got to you. I brought you back at my place. You had hypothermia and . . . I . . . I tried to help you restore your body heat by skin contact. Now that you're awake you can take a hot bath to finish bringing you back to normal temperature," she said, sliding out of the bed and quickly placing a bathrobe on her shoulders. She turned around to pick something up, and didn't notice Logan becoming bright red as he lifted the covers and saw that he was totally unclothed.

"What's your name?" he asked to her.

"Shania," she said with a light smile. "You can call me Shany. And you?"

"L-Logan."

She turned to him and threw him a bathrobe. He took it, glad not to have to ask for clothes.

"Take a bath with medium temperature," she said. "Leave your feet, hands and head out of the water until you don't fell cold at all. People with hypothermia who just put them in the water make the cold blood in these parts rush to the heart and it can trigger a heart attack."

Logan crawled out of the bed, shivering lightly. In his normal form, he would have had the tendency to ask sarcastically if she wanted to join him, but he felt that she was too beautiful to mess with.

She pointed him out where the bathroom was and told him that she was going to make a very late breakfast while he bathed. He entered the bathroom and turned on the taps as the water started flowing. He was amused to see how much things she put in that room. There were, of course, makeup and shampoo and cream bottles on little shelves, the mirror was large and plane, but fit very well with the beige tiles on the floor and walls. There was a little window through witch he could see the forest. Near the bathtub, there were a few shelves on which there were books. Logan saw that there were many subjects: from Agatha Christies' to magazines, passing by martial arts and Feng Shui books. What he really liked in that particular room was the glass bottles placed on high shelves above the mirror. Inside were different sorts of sand. He read that some came from California, China, Africa, and Miami… It was pretty nice.

He took his bath like Shania had explained him to, and came back out clean and back to normal body temperature. He walked to the kitchen and was happy to smell bacon frying in a pan. He saw a large table near the kitchen and saw that two plates had been put up. He saw toasts, eggs, pancakes and many more mouth-watering things to eat be placed on it. It was not to say that he was starving and was glad to finally sit at the table to eat.

 Shania forced him to drink coffee, so she could be sure that he still hadn't cold blood in his body. After having eaten, she got him some clean clothes, excusing herself that his old clothes were still in the washer. Logan got dressed with the jeans and t-shirt she gave him.

She got dressed when he was finished, and she proposed him a walk.

Outside, Logan smelled the same sent he had followed from the base. Shania noticed him sniffing.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"A smell. I remember it from somewhere," he said, following it.

Shany followed him closely. Logan walked down the porch, walked a bit, now sensing the smell clearer. He stopped in front of the jeep.

"The jeep's not mine," Shania said quickly. "A friend lent it to me."

"Who is he? Can I meet him?" Logan asked.

"Ah . . . He lives in the States."

"Ah. Where exactly?"

"New York, I think," she said vaguely.

Logan grumbled something.

"What?" Shania asked.

"I have friends in that region."

"Oh."

Logan walked around the truck a couple of times, eyed by Shania who looked at him go, smiling lightly.

"So what are you doing in Canada?" she asked.

"Trying to find my past. I lost my memory and a friend directed me near here. An old abandoned military base not too far away. Have you been there?"

"Yeah . . . A couple of times. Why were you directed to go there?" she asked, a suspicious look in her eyes.

"I was said to find something connected to my past. I didn't."

"Sorry to hear that," she said, more relaxed.

A dry wind flew by, and made them shiver.

"C'mon," Logan said. "Let's go back inside before we both catch hypothermia."

He walked to the porch, following her lead when he heard a funny noise that seemed to be the crack of a branch and the trigger of a gun being prepared to shoot. He froze and looked towards the forest. No one with normal eyesight could have seen them, but with his heightened view, Logan clearly saw the men in white suits, crippled in the snow with their guns. They were everywhere around the chalet.

 He made it appear that he hadn't seen them, and jumped towards Shania who was opening the door. They entered.

Inside, he turned to her.

"Are you expecting visitors?" he asked seriously.

Shania looked at him for a moment.

"No. No one is even supposed to know I'm here," she said. "Why?"

"Follow me," he said, walking to the kitchen.

Shany's gun was on the table. He took it, checked that it was fully loaded and walked to the back door, still holding her hand. A very big explosion was heard.

"I think that was your jeep," Logan said, almost casually.

Shania looked at him with big eyes.

"There are men outside, hiding," he explained. "Who do they want: me or you?"

Gunfire was heard.

"C'mon," he said pulling her out of the cabin.

Logan verified that there weren't any people hidden in the snow, then ran into the forest, holding Shania to make sure she wouldn't get hit. They hid behind a group of trees.

"Let's split up," Shania said. "We meet on the other side of the lake in forty-five minutes."

"My bike's there we can get away with it," Logan said. "Are you sure you want to split?"

"Of course," she said seriously. "I'm sorta used to this, believe me."

Logan was about to ask her what she meant by that when gunfires were heard again, but this time they were coming in their direction. He ducked as bullets zoomed by. He looked back to where Shania was, but she wasn't there anymore. Fear took him as he looked around looking for her. She was nowhere in sight. He turned towards the chalet and saw that the men had entered the little house and were now coming out from the back door. He took the gun and aimed for one of them. He fell to the floor and bullets immediately started zooming towards him. He walked on his knees to another tree. A man dressed in white was there and he knocked him out. He took the gun and started walking towards the lake, making a very big detour. Of course, he passed a few soldiers he had to bring down. He arrived near his bike at the assigned time. The soldiers were spreading out in the woods and Logan was afraid they'd reached him before Shania did.

Ten minutes passed and Shania still wasn't there. Logan was starting to think they had gotten her when she finally arrived. His jaw dropped when she got to his level.

She was now wearing different clothes that suited her perfectly. She had tight black leather pants and a form-fitting vest made of the same material. She wasn't wearing a shirt under as the vest was very low-cut . . . and provocative, Logan thought. Her lightly curly hair was tied upwards, bangs falling in her back in a very pretty way. She had silver rings in her ears and a charm bracelet made of silver, around her left wrist. Logan noticed that she had high heels, even if she was walking in snow. Even her makeup was different. She had put on blood-red lipstick and black mascara that brought out the colour of her eyes in a cool way. Logan also noticed a gun tied to her belt.

He whistled.

"Damn, you look good," he exclaimed, feeling stupid right after he said that, though the smile he gave her in return made him feel it was very well worth it.

She handed him a leather vest, that he put on, realizing that it was just his style.

"We'll be driving a lot, so I guess it would be better of you had one that was in good shape," she said. "I couldn't get the old one back from my chalet."

"Thanks," Logan said. "Where are we headin'?"

"You're pick, but it better be far," she answered walking to the motorcycle. "Wow, it's nice."

"Thanks, even if it's not mine," Logan said, mounting it.

"What?"

"Never mind," he said, motioning her to get on.

Shania got on behind him and passed her arms around his waist. Logan turned the bike on, and brought it to the road. He pushed it lightly as it started running towards the south. After a few minutes on the road, he pressed on the little red button, making it go faster towards the south.

His goal was Westchester, New York.

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