Disclaimer; X-men are not mine blah, blah, etc, etc

A/N: A big thanks to Jenny for helping me out with this chapter!!!!

I watched as Logan walked across the gym, a pair of weights in his hands. He raised the weights and lowered them, a slight grunt escaping his mouth with each lift. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the gym.

"Umm, Hi Logan." I said softly, running my fingertips along the discarded weights as I walked towards him.

"Hey Marie." He grunted, still pumping with the weights. "What brings you to my territory?"

"I have a favor to ask." I said, getting down to business. It wasn't worth beating around the bush. "I need you to show me some moves. Teach me to fight."

"I thought that was Scott's job?" Logan grinned sadistically.

"Yeah," I paused. "But you fight dirty," I said teasingly. Logan's eyebrow rose and I could see he was interested.

"Sure" He shrugged. "What do you want to know?"

I smiled. "Everything."

I looked around at the vast space in which I stood in. I was in the danger room. Scott had always conducted his lessons in the gym. I stared at the metallic walls and felt the padded mats beneath my sneakers. Logan entered at the other end of the Danger room. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a white single top. Logan pointed at my outfit.

"You gonna be comfortable in that?"

I looked down at my own outfit. I was wearing a skin-tight body suit that covered my legs and arms with a baggy t-shirt over top. "Sure." I shrugged.

We stood facing each other in silence. "Ready?" Logan asked.

"Ready." I replied.

"Activate Stimulation 6592" Logan called out.

A computerized voice came from no-where.

"Simulation 6592, Alleyway, nighttime sequence, combat training ground. Prepare for loading."

The metallic walls around me dissolved and were replaced by an alleyway. The bright lighting of the danger room grew dimmer until it was pitch black. I looked around for Logan, unable to see in the darkness. Standing alone, I blinked slowly, willing my eyes to adjust. A rustle came from behind me and I spun around, my hands up and ready to hit out. Two hands shot out from my left and I was pushed to the ground. Landing on my right shoulder, I rolled onto my back and pushed myself onto my feet. Logan stood ready. I threw a punch at his stomach, hitting just underneath his ribcage. He took the hit, turning slightly to the left and jabbed his elbow into my exposed shoulder blade.

"Number one," He said as I rubbed my sore shoulder, "Never throw a punch if it will leave a vulnerable part of your body exposed

Acknowledging his advice, I dropped down, kicking upwards at his face. I hit his nose, drawing blood

Logan smiled. "So, Scott does know something about fighting."

I didn't reply, instead backing up to access the situation. Logan's nose had stopped bleeding and he stared back at me. I ran towards him, jumping slightly to kick him in the chest. Logan stumbled backwards, but recovered quickly. He dropped down and swiped his leg out, kicking mine from underneath me. I hit the ground. Hard.

"Number two; don't kick your partner like that unless he or she is your height or shorter."

Groaning, I rolled over and sat up. Logan offered his hand to me.

"Just give me a sec." I asked, taking in some deep breaths. Ignoring the pain in my shoulder and side, I stood up and faced Logan again.

"Now remember, you are unequally matched against someone like me." He said bluntly. I see his ego hasn't deflated since he left. "Fighting isn't fair, so don't play fair. Fight dirty."

I put my hands on my hips, pretending to be bored. "You finished?"

Logan smiled and charged forward. At the last second, I stepped to the side and slammed the side of my hand into his Adam's apple. I heard a sharp crack and Logan fell gasping to the ground. He lay there withering for a few moments until he suddenly stopped moving and fell silent. I stepped forward. Oh shit, had I hurt him that bad? Finally he took in a deep breath and I felt myself do the same. He brought his legs up underneath him, his head still on the ground.

"Shit," he croaked. "How the fuck did you learn that?"

"Hey! You said fight dirty, so I did." I said defensively.

"I had no idea that you'd do that!" He coughed. Rubbing his neck, Logan stood up and charged at me. Catching me unprepared, my body was slammed into the wall behind me. Logan held me against the wall.

"Number 3; even when they're down, be prepared for attack." He said, flicking my nose with his index finger. I brought my leg up and kicked him off me.

Switching legs, I kicked to his face, but Logan deflected my kick. I threw a punch at his cheek, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I arched my back and tried to loosen his grip on my arm but succeed only in giving him my other arm. Logan chuckled at me as I squirmed in his grip. Asshole. I jumped up and flicked my legs behind his knee, forcing them to buckle. He went down onto his back with me on top. His grip on my hand loosened and I spun round. Straddling him, I gave a quick punch to his nose, smiling as I saw the blood flow again. Logan rolled over on top of me.

"I heard about your run-in with Mystique." He said, as he held my wrists down.

"Can we talk about this another time," I grunted, kneeing him in the groin and rolled back on top of him.

"Is that what this lesson's all about?" He said, blocking the punches I threw at his rib cage.

"No." I said. Was this about my fighting? Or Remy?

Logan must have sensed my distraction as he pushed me off and jabbed me in the ribs, right where Mystique had stabbed me. I fell to the ground, desperately trying to suck air into my lungs. My ribs throbbed as I clutched them.

"Heard about that too." Logan said coolly as kneeled down beside me. "Number 4; know your opponent's weaknesses."

"Yeah, great." I gasped sarcastically. "And what's your weak spot Mr. Adamantium-skeleton?"

He hesitated "You," he said quietly.

Huh? Did he just say me? I stood up quickly, slowly stepping away from him. No, I thought. He can't still like me. When did he ever? My hand reached up and I clutched the metal dogtags hanging around my neck. I closed my eyes and jumped slightly as I backed into the wall. I shook my head in disbelief. No. He can't do this to me. Not again. Images of him leaving flooded my head as I slid down the wall onto the ground. I opened my eyes. The alleyway had faded away and we were back in the metallic danger room. Logan's face was inches from mine, a look of concern on his face.

"Marie?" he whispered.

I looked away from him, trying desperately to blink away the tears that had formed in my eyes. Logan stood up and turned away. I caught pieces of his mumbles as he cursed at himself.

"You stupid idiot........ I knew she didn't feel the same.....Asshole."

I pushed myself off the ground. Holding my still sore side, I walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Logan." He turned around and looked into my eyes, a look of vulnerability on his face.

"You don't know how long Ah've waited for you to say that." A single tear ran down my cheek. Logan stepped forward, his arms ready to pull me into a hug. I pushed them away, not wanting his touch.

"You left me Logan." I said, turning away from him. "You were the only person Ah knew, the only person Ah trusted and you left me, here, in a school full of people Ah didn't know." I looked back at him. He was stunned, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. But I wasn't finished yet.

"You went away Logan, taking my heart with you. There were no letters, no phone calls, not even one postcard saying 'oh hey, look, I'm still alive. And just when Ah start to live my own life you come back........."

I froze as Logan stepped closer and gently leant in. I arched up to him as he gently kissed my neck though the body suit. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he moved downwards and kissed across my collar bone. I opened my eyes. What am I doing? I raised my hand and using my index finger, raised Logan's head.

"Logan, Ah can't do this," I said softly. "Ah waited for you. But Ah found someone else. Someone who cares and will be there for me. Ah'm sorry."

I stepped backwards and walked around him towards the door. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I looked up at the control room. Staring down at me was Remy. His devilish eye's were filled with tears and his face was contorted in pain. His mouth opened and although I couldn't hear him, I saw what he said. Bitch.

My jaw dropped. Hadn't he just heard what I said? I felt a stab of emotional pain as my brain clicked. He couldn't have heard through the thick glass.

"Fuck," I mumbled, running to the door. It swung open, almost hitting Remy as he walked past it.

"Remy!" I called out to him as he walked down the corridor, stopping at the elevator. I jogged up behind him.

"Remy, Ah know it looked bad."

"No!" He yelled, turning round. "It looked like you were with Logan. I saw it, I saw every single kiss!"

"Please, you don't understand......."

"Understand?" He laughed, his voice painful. "I understand fine. One fight and you go running off to HIM!" He pointed back towards the danger room and his voice went soft. "I thought I meant more to you than that."

The elevator opened and Remy stepped inside. "Goodbye, Marie," he said as the doors closed in front of me.

My bones felt like they had turned to jelly and I sunk to the floor. "You mean everything to me," I sobbed. I had just ruined everything. With my sobs echoing in the empty corridor, I curled up and just cried.