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'Till the End

Chapter Two

Logan's Affections

**X-Men, everyone to the war-room NOW!**

*Good, someone to beat the shit out of,* thought Logan, better known as the Wolverine. (A.N. It's hard to write thoughts for Logan, so please forgive me.)

In the war-room…

*I'm here first, like always,* thought Logan. *I like the shadows, I like to have my back to the wall. That way I have the advantage and no one can come up behind me.*

-The room starts to fill up.-

First Jean and Scott come in, holding hands. *Geez, big surprise there.* Then Kurt pops in. *Another major surprise. Oh, let me guess, here comes Rogue.* The door opens and in comes… *Kitten? Where's Marie?* Logan could already feel his muscles tightening.

*Wait. If something had happened to her Kitty wouldn't be sitting there talking to Fuzz Ball. Calm down, she's probably just tired. Yeah, that's it. She wanted to sleep in as long as possible.*

Unexpectedly, Logan sensed a slight shift in the air. *What the hell?* Logan wondered.

Just then, Rogue comes bursting through the door. Logan forgets how to breath. *Not that breathing matters with my powers,* Logan thought with a slight smile. *She seems different somehow. Older.* Standing in the shadows Logan could stare open mouthed at the beautiful woman that slows her stride as she takes in the room and the people it holds. His muscles weren't the only thing getting tight. Logan's X-Men suit was starting to become uncomfortable. *Another really good reason to be in the shadows,* thought Logan as he inhaled Marie's scent as discreetly as possible.

*Damnit, she's a kid. Get over it you old pervert. I can't believe this is happening. When did it start? It started when she met up with that girl. What's her face. Uh… Desert Rose, yeah, that's it. Whatever they've been talking about it's working wonders on me. Geez, I never noticed how tight these damn outfits are. Especially how they hug my Marie. My Marie? Whoa. I definitely gotta get her to stop talking to that Desert Rose. Just a girl, keep saying it, just a girl…*

Charlie came in then and Logan focused his thoughts on more appropriate things. Like ripping an idiot in two.

"I'm afraid I have… some terrible news."

-Collective gasp and eye widening-

*I bet its Storm. She got herself into some God awful mess and needs my special bone breaking talents to get her out of it.*

"It's not Storm is it Professor X?" squeaked Kitty.

*Wow, Kitten's turned into a telepath.*

"No, Kitty," Charlie said, "Storm is fine."

*Hold on now. What's with the staring contest? Does Rogue know something we don't? For "terrible news" she don't look too crest fallen.*

"However, one of the greatest female super heroines has fallen. Not one hour ago someone attacked and succeeded in killing Desert Rose."

*Holly shit! Marie's going to take this really bad.*

While everyone was looking at the floor only the Professor and Logan were looking up. When everyone finally realized who would take it the worst they looked at Rogue too.

*Oh, shit. Is she okay? She's still looking at the floor. Damn, damn, damn, damn. I should get her out of here, she doesn't need everybody looking at her while she grieves.*

Logan stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached Rogue's chair. He decided that he should put a hand on her shoulder so that he didn't startle her. He did that a lot.

"Rogue?" *Oh, God, no tears*

"I… I have to… Out… I need out!" Rogue said as she stumbled out of her chair, still engrossed in the floor tiles.

*She looks so… exhausted. As if she had just fought off Magneto and his entire gang by herself.*

"It's alright kiddo. Everything will be alright I promise. Come on." *I'd do anything to make it alright Marie. Please, let me help.*

"No." It was so quiet Logan wasn't sure he actually heard her. He felt everyone's head shoot up, and heard as their jaws dropped to the floor. She was looking straight into his eyes.

*Her eyes… I could drown in their chocolate brown pools of emotion.* Those beautiful eyes were full of an emotion Logan hadn't ever seen in their depths before. He couldn't quite make it out. *Confusion? Hate? Pain? No, none of that seems right somehow.*

"I'm seventeen years old. I have not been 'kiddo' for a very long time. And I would appreciate it if you would stop treating me like your kid sister."

Momentarily stunned by the outburst all Logan could think was, *'Kid sister' where'd that come from? I've always called her kiddo. She must be taking this harder than I thought,* as his love sped out of the room.

With a quick look at Charlie, to express his confusion, Logan ran out the door after the woman that haunted his dreams.