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Chapter 2

When life takes a sudden dive, there's not many things a person can do. For Logan, he tried everything to erase the pain, but everywhere he went, everything he saw, reminded him of her. Going to the bar made him think back to the time she got drunk and barfed all over Scott. Going for a drive on his motorcycle made him miss the way Ororo would wrap her arms around his waist extra tight when they made a quick turn. Watching wrestling on TV reminded him of how she would cheer one on when no one was looking. Even simply smoking a cigar made him think of her and the way her nose would crinkle when she smelled the smoke. Sometimes, he just wished that he could die. Damn. He even tried a few times, but every single time he was saved by his healing factor. Every time, he would wake up when he was so close to reaching her. Some people would call his mutant gene a gift since he had eternal life. But to Logan, it was a bloody curse. No matter how much he tries, no matter now much he wants to, he could never die. He would live on and on until everyone close to him got old and died.

Everyone in the X-Mansion were worried about Logan. Ever since Ororo's funeral, he started avoiding everyone. In the day, he would either lock himself in his room or go into the Danger Room. At night, he would go to the bar and drown himself with beer. Needless to say, one would be lucky to catch a glance of Logan once a week. Jean and Rogue attempted to have a talk with him but whenever they start getting close to him, he would always push them away.

Logan sat in the middle of a large meadow, a soft wind rippling his clothes. Birds chirped happily, singing a song for him. Smiling, he picked up a flower from the ground and breathed deeply. Everything was perfect. He laid back on the floor to look at the rich blue sky. Snow white clouds floated around like cotton candy, sending Logan into total bliss. If only time could stop right then, he would be the happiest man on earth. Suddenly, the wind picked up, scattering a couple of leaves on the grass. Logan sat up, smiling as he knew who was coming. Ororo flew in front of him, her white mane flowing around her. She reached out a slender hand to him, smiling warmly.

"Ororo…" he breathed, standing up and reaching out to her. Their hands were so close…so close…

Just as Logan's fingertips almost touched hers, Ororo's image shimmer and disappeared, the landscape going along with her.

"No…" he whispered, anguish and pain written all over his face. His arm remained in midair, not moving from it where was. Again…he lost her again… If there was a God out there, why did He to this to him? Why? Whenever Ororo was so close to his grasp, she would disappear. It happened every single time; in real life, in his dreams…even in the Danger Room! Why did God torture him like this? Sure, he hasn't been the world's nicest man, but he surely didn't deserve this torment. This hurt him even more than any knives or clubs in the world. Shaking away the tears that were starting to gather around his eyes, he walked over to the Control Room to activate the program again. Logan opened the door and walked in…to come face to face with Scott.

"Logan," he said, shaking his head sadly, "you can't go on like this." Logan looked away, refusing to meet his eye.

"You're the one that turned off the program."

"Yah, I did, but only because I can't let you keep hiding yourself behind these Danger Room sessions," Scott said, taking a step closer to him. Logan kept silent and walked over to the control panel to turn on the program. Once he was done, he walked over to the door, ready to see Ororo again.

"No matter how many times you play that program, she won't come back to life, Logan," Scott exclaimed just as Logan's hand reached for the door knob. Logan paused. "You have to stop doing this," Scott said softly, "I know how you feel." Logan turned his head around to look at him and smiled sadly.

"You have no idea how I feel, One-Eye. Every morning when you wake up, Jean's always there beside you. She's always there for you to embrace, to kiss, and to tell her how much ya love her. But when I wake up, all I see is an empty bed and the memories of Ororo," Logan's voice cracked, but he continued, "no matter how much I want to hear her voice again, I can't. It hurts so much to know that I could've told her a million times that I loved her, but only told her once. I had so many chances to ask her to marry me, but I was too scared. Too scared that she'll say no when I knew how much she loved me. You have no idea how I feel, Scott." He looked away so Scott wouldn't be able to see the tears that managed to escape his eyes.

"You're right, Logan," Scott said, patting him comfortingly on the back, "I have no idea how you feel. All I know is that the Ororo in this Danger Room program isn't real and no matter how much times you wish it, she won't come back to life." When Logan didn't answer, he shook his head and sighed heavily, "Will you promise me that you'll stop playing this program?" Logan refused to answer. Scott sighed again, "well, I won't make you stop, but I think you should know that everyone's really worried about you, Logan. If you don't do this for yourself, at least do it for Ororo. She'll rather die a million times than see you like this." Once again, he didn't say anything. Scott took a few steps back and ran a hand through his hair. How could he be so stubborn? "Oh I give up! Hank's looking for you, see you later Logan." With that, Scott walked out of the room, shaking his head.

When Logan walked into lab, Hank was already waiting him for him. Various experiments were spread across the tables. Millions of book lined the walls, all of them longer than any book Logan's ever read.

"Logan," he greeted, "how have you been?"

"Fine," Logan grunted, "what do you want?"

"Look Logan, I - "

"If you're goin' to try and comfort me, I'll just go."

"No, that's not what I was going to say," Hank said, taking out a small gold pendent from his pocket, "I found this around Ororo's neck when we were getting ready for her funeral, I thought that you would want to keep it." Logan took the smooth metal in his hand and gazed down at it. He brushed his thumb over the letters "N" and "M" engraved on the pendent and smiled.

"Thanks," he said, putting it in his jacket pocket. As he turned to go, he spotted a glittering silver watch encased in a glass case on one of the tables.

"What's this?" he asked curiously, picking it up. From far away, it looked like a regular watch, but from up close, Logan could tell that it didn't tell the time. All the watch had were nine little buttons. Seven of them were just little rectangles, but the other two were little arrows.

"Don't touch that!" Hank exclaimed, yanking it out of his grasp. He held it carefully with both hands and smiled. "This is probably the best invention I've ever made!"

"What is it?" Logan asked, cocking his head to the side to look at the strange watch.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell anybody until I was finished, but I guess I could tell you," Hank grinned excitedly. He's been aching to tell someone about the watch for weeks. Logan sighed inwardly. He wanted to go to his room and look at the pendent, but it seemed like Dr. McCoy probably wouldn't take no as an answer.

"Okay, go on, I'm listenin'."

"This is a time watch," Hank said, holding the glass case out proudly.

"Time watch?" Logan raised an eyebrow, something he had learned from Ororo, "How can it tell time when it has no screen?"

"No! Not that kind of time watch!" Hank shook his head with amusement, "I mean a watch that can take you back in time. I can always give you the more scientific definition if you wish."

"No, it's okay," Logan said immediately. He didn't want a whole lecture! An idea suddenly came to him as he looked down at the watch. This thing could actually be helpful…

"How does it work?" he asked casually, eyeing the watch with the corner of his eye, "and the simple version please."

"These buttons actually represent minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, centuries, and millenniums," Hank explained, pointing to each button as he spoke. The rectangle buttons were arranged like a pyramid, one at the top, two in the middle and four at the bottom. The one at the very top was minutes, then the one below it on the left is years and so on. The arrows were at the bottom, the one facing right takes you to the future and the one facing left takes back you to the past. Logan placed all this in his memory for later use. Hank went on and on about how dangerous and priceless this technology was. He explained the damage it could do if someone went back in time and changed something. Logan looked away when Hank explained this, hoping his eyes wouldn't expose his plan to him. He couldn't let it fail, he just couldn't. This was the only way he could save Ororo…

Late in the night, Logan slipped out of his room when he was sure everyone was asleep. Carefully avoiding the creaks, he walked down the stairs and took the elevator down to the ground floor. This is it, he thought, his only chance to save Ororo. The doors dinged and slid open as it reached its destination. Strangely, the doors to the lab were already wide open. Hank probably forgot to close and lock them, Logan thought with a smile. Even better, now he didn't have to force the doors opens. Logan walked into the lab and towards the experiment table. The watch was glinting in the moonlight, looking like it was all ready to be stolen. Just as Logan's hand reached for the glass case…the lights suddenly flickered on.

"What the - " Logan started, but stopped when he saw Hank at the doorway.

"I knew you would come, Logan," he said, "from the moment you asked how the watch worked, I knew."

"Please Hank, you have to let me do this," Logan begged.

"Look, Logan, I told you how dangerous it is to change something from the past," Hank sighed, "I just can't let you do this."

"You don't understand, Hank, I need to do this," Logan pleaded, " I know I was wrong to come and steal it, but I knew you'd say no if I asked. Ororo isn't just the woman I love anymore, she's a part of me. Without her, life doesn't even matter. I love her, Hank." The doctor looked at Logan's pleading expression and sighed.

"I know you love her, Logan, but…"

"Please Hank!" Logan begged, suddenly kneeling on the floor in front of him, "I'll do anything, even if it means sacrificing my life."

"Okay, okay, Logan. I'll let you do it, just get up," Hank exclaimed, helping him off the floor.

"Thanks Hank. Thank you so much," Logan smiled, tears in his eyes.

"Just be careful, okay?" Hank said with a smile, "this watch may be brilliant, but it still has some glitches." Logan nodded and broke open the glass case. He strapped on the watch and took a deep breath.

"Remember what I said, Logan, don't change anything except for Ororo's death," Hank warned. Logan smiled gratefully at Hank and pressed the buttons. With a flash, he was gone. Hank walked out of the lab, taking one last look at where Logan was before turning off the lights.

"Good luck, Logan," he whispered.

To be continued………

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