Author's Note: I'm not even gonna begin on WHY it took me so long to get this out. I LOST the middle of my story! ::cries:: damn my computer! But, besides that, I have been having some very stressful moments (hours, days, weeks, months) and have been unable to cope!

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Logan

"I heard she ran away so that she didn't have to marry him."

"Yeah, but how do you explain the weird flash, and the disappearing camera guy?"

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

"Hey, you told me that Rogue ran off, but Michelle here doesn't believe it. Trying to say that she was kidnapped, cause of the camera guy and the flash."

"Ew! Michelle! How could anyone WANT to be with scruffy over there."

"He's sweet Kayla, didn't you ever seen the way he doted on Rogue?"

"But he was just making a show for us, wasn't he Tammy?"

"Yeah Kayla. Come on Michelle, we all know he was abusing her."

Okay, after pretending not to have extra-sensitive hearing for 5 minutes, I couldn't take it any longer. I also draw the line at letting anyone think My Grace was being abused. I could SMELL the fear on the girls as I let a low growl go and let out my claws. 2 of the 3 ran off. The decent one, Michelle, gave me a timid wave before running off.

Good, I didn't want anyone near me. I turned around in my chair and returned my attention to the map in front of me. Damn it all. I picked up the red pen and crossed out another city.

128 days, 10 hours and 23 minutes, 2 countries and 54 countries later, and NO MARIE! My thoughts were going to drive me crazy. Why couldn't I find her? I've checked out every single place that is known to be connected to Magneto, to the Registration Act, and even her parents house. NOTHING! Not one thing! I decided to stop checking out the map of the United States and sat back in my chair.

What if I never find her? What will I do then? I can't lose her; Marie is my reason for living still. I'd be lost without her. I already am lost without her. Gods I miss her. What happened? Why can't I find her? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. No I'll not give into those feelings yet. She is waiting for me to save her. I will save her. I need to keep looking. I can't give in. Not yet. I've been in this place too long. I need to get going and keep looking.

Picking up the map I stared at the over folded, and worn piece of paper. I needed to keep looking. I needed a place to look.

"Logan! When did you get in?" Trying my best to not growl, I lowered the map to look at Jean and Scott. "I thought you were still in Massachusetts." Jean's voice became soft, but I could hear the doubt in it, "How did the search go?"

"Nothing. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I got back about 4 hours ago." Jean and Scott exchanged a glance. I raised the map again, I didn't want to see the pity in Jean's eyes and the worry in Scott's. He had spent the first two months searching with me, but when we turned up nothing, and the students were getting dangerously behind in their studies, Scott gave up. He told me he still keeps an ear and eye out for anything that the registry might be talking about. But I know he thinks she ran. Loser.

I sighed, knowing that Marie would be disappointed in my lack of ability to come up with better remark then "loser," but I couldn't do it. I didn't care enough anymore. I know that in the last couple of months that I have been slacking on my baiting Scott. I think he is starting to get worried about that. He tries to bait me often, but I just can't be bothered. In the last 128 days, 10 hours and 41 minutes, I have spent 12 days, 16 hours, and almost 12 minutes in this house.

"Logan, why don't you put the map down for a bit. Scott got a new jeep, and he's been wanting someone to take it for a ride with him. He'll even let you drive." Jean's words got a stare of horror from Scott. I smiled inwardly. I know that he worships that piece of shit vehicle. Maybe I should....no! I have to keep looking for my wife!

"No Jean. Not now. I've gotta get ready to leave." I scooped my map and pen together and stood, ready to run. Jean quickly shot forward and grabbed my arm.

"Logan. Please. Don't do this to yourself. Just go for the drive. Yell at Scott a bit. Crash the jeep," this earned a glare at me from Scott, "whatever it takes to get yourself back to normal." She was pleading to me, and in my Marie-deprived mind I saw her, for a split second, as my wife. I couldn't say no. Not to My Grace, but Jean wasn't Marie. However, it looked like Scott was squirming from fear at me driving his new baby. I couldn't resist. I would go, for an half hour, then I would go to bed, get some sleep and be ready to leave by midnight for my next city.

"All right Jean, I'll go." Jean looked beside herself, as did Scott, but one with happiness and the other with horror, it wouldn't take Chuck to tell which was which though.

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