I promised it would come soon and here it is.  –Waves magic wand- "Pfft!"

'Till the End

Chapter Four

The Little Girl Grew Up

He'd been following her scent with one thought running through his head, *She's hurt, She's hurt…*

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Logan's head snapped up as the silence was shattered by Rogue's terrified scream. His heart was racing, his breath ragged, *Where… Where is she?*

"Rogue! Rogue, are you alright? Where the hell are you?"

*Is she in pain? Where is she? Can she hear me?*

Sniffing, he ran towards her hoping that she was alright.

"Logan?" said a quiet voice. "Logan, where are you? It's dark, Logan."

"I know sweetheart. I'm over to your right just stay there."

*Thank whatever God there is. She's shaken but she's alright.*

Then he saw her. She was sitting on her knees her hands covering her face, her shoulders hunched. He couldn't take his eyes off of her beautiful body. At least, it was only a little harder than usual to peel his eyes away.

*This isn't right. She's grieving and all I can think about is how soft her skin must be. Untouched by any man, by anyone at all since that fateful day she got her powers.* Logan almost groaned out loud.

"Logan? Wh-where are you?"

"I'm right here, baby, next to your elbow."

"Oh, Logan, I-I treated you so badly." She turned around and cried into his chest.

"Shh, darlin'. It's okay." Logan said as he wrapped his arms around the woman he couldn't have. He repeated his nonsensical comments in a hushed voice, rubbing her back, stroking her hair, doing anything he thought would make her feel better.

"I'm sooo sorry, Logan. Please forgive me," came Rogue's muffled voice, as she settled herself on Logan's lap, face still in his chest.

*Oh, MY GOD! She's just a child. If I keep saying that it will just go away. She's just a child who has absolutely no idea what she's doing to me. Me grown man; her small, child, girl.*

"Oh," Logan was just barely able to catch that groan, "Rogue, don't apologize. I know you didn't mean it. You're just upset."

"But," Rogue lifted her head back to look into his eyes, "I did mean it."

Logan, the great, amazing, invincible Wolverine was speechless. He could only stare at her as though she had grown eight heads. (A.N. Just because two sounded so… ordinary.)