Okay, now we know they love each other . . . but what happens when she knows Logan's a mutant? Read on and review . . .

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Chapter 5:

Logan opened his eyes, feeling the sunshine streaming inside the room. He looked at his side and smiled seeing Shania, lying on her chest on the pillow beside him, the feather blanket down to her waist. Her hair framing her face perfectly reflected red in the sunshine. Her arms were supporting her head. Logan stared at her closed eyes and partially open mouth. She was breathing at a steady rhythm.

~What a night,~ he thought. Now Logan knew it was impossible for him to let her go.

Shania stretched under the covers and instinctively moved towards the warmth, pressing herself against Logan. She passed her hands on his chest, her eyes still closed. After a long moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at Logan who was looking at her with adoration. She smiled and held him into an embrace.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear, making her smile wider with delight.

"Not as much as I do," she said mischievously, giving him an Eskimo kiss on the nose.

"You'd be surprised," he said holding her.

They didn't move for a long time, whispering love words to each other. When they saw that it was almost noon, they both jumped out of bed and picked up their clothes that were spread out around the room. They got dressed, and walked out, leaving the key at the courtesy counter. They jumped on the bike and Logan continued his drive toward the United States. They drove until night came and just stopped to eat. They continued driving during the night because the barman had told them that people were looking for a man and a woman moving in a motorcycle. Shan' thanked him for his information and gave him one hundred dollars for his silence.

Shania had proposed to alternate the driving because Logan looked tiered after twenty hours of driving non-stop. Of course, he had refused. He didn't tell her but he smelt the men from the chalet almost every time they stopped. They were following them and Logan wanted to loose them. They were going slower because the red button didn't work as well, but they were still going faster than normal motorcycles. They were still human, so they had to stop sometimes to sleep a little. Shan knew Logan needed his sleep to go on, even if he didn't like showing it.

One day, they stopped in a little restaurant and Logan felt the need to talk to her seriously.

They were sitting in front of each other, in front of a red square table.

"Shan," Logan started to get her attention. "There are many things about me that you should know," he said uncomfortably.

Shania just looked at him, listening attentively.

"What is it hon?" she asked.

"When we met, we didn't get to talk about ourselves because, well, people were after you or me and we had to run and all, but there's something about me that . . . well you might not like at all."

"Logan, I love you," Shany said, smiling at him. "And I know you're a mutant, honey."

Logan's eyes widened as a heavy weight flew off his heart.

"You . . . you don't care?" he said, almost unbelievingly.

Shania's eyes twinkled as she leaned forward and kissed him.

"No," she said. "And there's something you need to know too."

Logan waited for her to talk.

"I'm a mutant too," she said with a large smile, visibly proud of herself.

 Logan smiled at his turn and they both laughed, to the other people's wonder.

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They continued their road during the next days, and stopped at a small motel again to sleep. They were both in bed, snuggling against one another when Logan smelled it again. The men from the motel were there.

"What is it?" a tiered Shany asked, feeling Logan shaking her lightly.

"The men," he whispered. "They're here."

Shania raised herself, as panic began to be visible on her face.

"Get dressed," Logan told her as he walked to the window.

He couldn't see anything, but he knew they were there. Their smell gave it away. He got dressed and about two minutes later, he was asking Shania to stay behind him as he opened the door to get outside. The bike was five meters away. If they could just reach it, they would be one step ahead of them. Logan sniffed the air again, sensing that they were close, even if he couldn't see them. He made a step forwards, and then another, hearing Shania following him closely. He was almost at the bike when he heard a gun switch.

"Raise your hands to your head slowly," a voice said from his left.

"No sudden movements," another voice said, this time form his right side.

Logan growled as his hands formed fists and stayed down.

"Raise you're hands," the first voice said again.

Logan started obeying when suddenly he unsheathed his claws and cut the two guns that the men were holding. He heard Shany let out a little scream of surprise at the sight of his claws, then gunfires were heard not too far away and he pulled her to the bike, making sure that bullets wouldn't hit her. They mounted and Logan drove off, knowing that they were going to come after them. He sped on the road, arrived at an intersection about fifteen minutes later, and stopped.

He looked around and told Shany to hold on tight as he turned towards the bushes on the side of the road and drove in the snow. He got off quickly, hiding the traces on the side of the road. He then came back to Shania, and waited for the inevitable. A few minutes passed and they heard cars coming forwards. They were army jeeps. They stopped a few minutes in front of the intersection and split up. Two cars went on one side, and the other went on the other. When they were really gone, Logan brought the bike back to the road with Shania and drove off from where they came from. They were going to take the other road to get faster to the border. A question trotted in Logan's mind as he kept on driving. How had they found them so quickly?

A week later, they were in New York. He stayed there a while with Shania, trying restaurants and walking around together. She took money from her account in a bank and they went shopping for loads of things. She bought expensive clothing, a car and other things. She got Logan cleaner clothes to make him more gentleman-like. Of course, he didn't accept any suits and ties, but he was glad about the nice leather vests and jeans.

The men from the chalet hadn't been seen, or smelled in Logan's case. Two weeks later, when he was sure that they weren't following them anymore, Logan found it was safe to go back to the school.

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Okay, next chapter is going to be at the school.

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