Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Kjl24: Hehe, that was the point. Making all you Scott-haters feel pity for him! That's gonna be the fun part, when Logan does actually return! P

Omala: Aw, were you really crying? Aw, it's nice to know my work is emotional and hits all the right places. Lol, stubbed your toe, good excuse!

Blix: Yup, Scott-haters are pitying him. Hell, I used to hate him, but the longer I've been writing; the more he's grown on me. That's why I've given him a love interest with Siren to cheer him up :D

Kimenomi: Yay, registered! P But letting Aurora and Remy get closer in spite of Logan's death means a great storyline when he does indeed return. So don't worry P

Angelica: Welcome back! Glad to see you again (: I'm happy that you've liked the previous chapters! Yup, autumn is a beautiful time, how could I not write about it so descriptively? And about Logan's emotion with Roxanne earlier, I just put in every emotion I could imagine him feeling at losing someone he had yet to remember fully.. and it's only know he's learning the true love he had for her.. Read on and you will see (:

In case any is confused for any reason - the italics represent Logan's dreams

Chapter 40

Like a large beast in the shadows was the old Cadillac Escalade. Sat in silence beneath the large trees. The snow drifted down slowly, scattering across ithe broken windscreen and lightening the black metallic of the vehicle. Then, another presence joined as Logan slowly walked through the snow with a small limp. Clouds of condensation swirled from his lips at every pained breath, he gradually he came upon the jeep, resting his bloodstained hands upon it cool metallic surface with a sigh. His eyes closed as he exhaled a long and steady breath before he turned to the doors of his vehicle, pulling it open and climbing inside. There was little improvement to the temperature once he was in – with both front window's broken the cold air blew in the snowflakes rapidly.

Logan knew that he would have to start driving and get back to Westchester as soon as possible.. but the feel of a comfortable seat and faint warmth was luring him into a desperately needed sleep. He wanted to hurry.. get home.. see everybody.. His head dropped back gently, eyes drooping shut as the exhaustion took over him and shut down his body into a well-deserved slumber of dreams..

It was a beauty. One of the finest modes of transportation he had ever witnessed. The motorcycle was crafted with a metallic sheen of sapphire, stripes of black crested beneath the silver handlebars, which swooped beautifully to the sturdy front wheel. Black seat of firm leather stretched out elegantly, seamlessly sat upon the crest of the bike. An utter perfection that had a speechless description for its beauty. Logan rode down the road at a fast pace, his bike purring with a beautiful hum as he rode it around gentle curves of the winding road, it moved like a dream - him and her.

Reducing his pace gradually, Logan turned into a smaller side street down the country road, coming upon a small but respectable petrol station that sat at the end of a small row of houses. It was a quiet area of town, peaceful suburbs. Logan carefully directed his pride and joy across the concrete to the front of the petrol station's shop. He rose off the seat, swinging his leg free and propping his bike up with a swift movement of his foot.

A face peered out of the shop's window curiously, before a friendly smile appeared and a thumbs up was directed through the glass to Logan. The face then turned as the man exited the shop, closing the screened door behind him with a small clatter, "Hey James!" came the cheerful voice. The man was certainly at the end of his middle-years. Thin grey hair wisped over his tanned skull, a few strands sweeping into view of bright green eyes that held a friendly sparkle. He was dressed in denim dungarees, a checked shirt worn beneath, spattered in oil and various grunge. The sleeves were rolled to the man's elbows, his lower arms toned from his working years, hands weathered like most parts of his body.

Logan raised his head, offering a warm smile, "Hey Henry, how's it goin'?" Logan's age-wise appearance was very much the same as he was now. But his hair did not adopt the sleekly curved ridges, but it instead laid straight back, naturally ruffled. His face was cleanly shaven, eyes bright – holding no worry or sadness but a youthful eagerness to life. His full appearance was neater, including his clothes. A fresh cream shirt sat over his chest – admittedly undefined – whilst pale denim jeans stretched to large brown boots.

Henry stepped out to a short distance to survey the bike with a wide smile. He had sold Logan the bike a few months back.. discounted for a friend, for James. "I'm doin' good," he replied, running a hand through his thin hair before replacing his denim cap back over his head, "How's you and this baby?"

"Perfect," grinned Logan, running his hand tenderly over the handlebars, "She's a beauty. Not a mark on her and I intend to keep it that way."

"There's a lad," nodded Henry, walking towards Logan, "So, is this a business visit or are you here for another reason?"

Logan paused in his movements, his head rising to see a suggestive glimmer in his'older' friend's eyes, "And what other reason would that be?"

"Oh Logan, don't deny it. I know you only come here as often as you do to see – "

"Hey! I come here to see you and get discounts!" said Logan with a chuckle, waving his hand in dismissal at Henry.

"Ah, here she is," said Henry as he turned his head at a small red car pulling up outside the petrol station. Logan raised his head slowly to see the car door open and a pair of bare slim legs exit, tipped in a pair of stylish shoes. A young woman exited, attire a business suit with a medium length skirt. She was carrying a large cardboard box in her arms, unable to see over the top. She shut the car door with the weight of her body pressing her rear against the door before she walked towards Henry and Logan, finally dropping the box to the floor with a sigh.

Logan was then finally graced with the vision of the young woman's face. A tinted lipped smile spread to him, eye's matching Henry's sparkling at him. Waved hair of a wonderful auburn hung down by her shoulders in a gleaming mass, "Hey James, back again?"

Logan flashed Henry a mild glare before he smiled sheepishly to the woman, "Ah.. y'know me Rox.. I can't keep away.." Logan kept his eyes upon her, his smile never leaving. He'd timed it perfect.. just in time to see Henry's daughter arrive home from work without looking like it had been purposely done!

Roxanne raised and dropped her eyebrows in a suggestive manner, "Oh I bet you can't," she said, laughing quietly at the serious expression on his face he had adopted after her mild flirtation, "Oh, James.. I'm only playing with you."

Clearing his throat nervously Logan shrugged, "Yeah, I know.. I know.."

Roxanne then turned her head to Henry, leaning forth and planting an exaggerated kiss on her father's cheek, "Hey daddy," she said in a sickeningly cute voice – done purposely for Logan's embarrassment. Logan promptly averted his eyes sheepishly, becoming infatuated by his gleaming bike again.

With a chuckle Henry patted his daughter's arm, "Hey Rox.. want me to whisk up a drink for you?"

Roxanne nodded her head appreciatively, "That'd be great."

"So what's that for?" her father then asked, nudging the cardboard box that stood in the middle of the trio.

"Stack of paperwork to be done for Monday morning, what fun I am going to have," answered Roxanne with a sigh, her hand raising to drive her hair from her face, "But it's alright, I can handle it."

Logan had since risen his eyes and kept them transfixed on her face. There was no doubt this woman was attractive, but he got along so well with her. She had a fantastic personality; Logan couldn't help but smile when he saw her.

Logan stirred quietly in his sleep, turning in the seat to rest his head towards his shoulder, a bid to get more comfortable. His hands remained relaxed over his lap, breathing steady as he relaxed in the gentle dream. Every once in a while he lips managed to twitch into a faint smile.

But then, just like somebody had switched the channel on a television, the image of the memory swapped to that of a different time. Logan was again on his bike, but it was night. He was on similar country roads.. but this time he felt somebody sat behind him. His memories informed him of who it was.. Roxanne. He found himself smiling as he felt her arms holding him as he drove round the corners swiftly, guiding the bike with perfect precision. His head turned slightly to where her head rested at his shoulder, resting his forehead by hers momentarily before he straightened his head to view the road.

Again, Logan moved unsurely in his sleep as once more his memories changed..

The clatter of tools hitting the garage floor noisily echoed around the dark garage. Once more, Logan and Roxanne were by themselves, only this time they somehow gotten into the garage. They were hardly sheepish and coy – instead they were tightly in each others arms, kissing each other with built up infatuation that were finally breaking free. More tools fell off the workbenches as the bodies fell against them in turn, oblivious to their surroundings as they indulged themselves in their passions, unstably bumping into the walls and cars as they staggered together with lips still intensely locked. It wasn't long before the pair ended up against the garage wall, still giving in to their fantasies in the darkness of the night.

Logan jerked awake with a jolt, his eyes blinking rapidly. He quickly looked around him, trying to make out where he was. But the saddening realisation hit him when he was greeted by a cold but beautiful landscape.. and no Roxanne in his arms.. The memory of his and Roxanne's early relationship days were stored back in his mind.. no longer hidden under his trauma. But it only made him yearn for Roxanne even more..

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