Disclaimer: I do not own X-men in anyway shape or form. Although I have bought a couple wolvie action figures! SQUEE!

A/N: For those who're reading it,I know I haven't finished 'Only Human's Dream' but consider it done as of now. Maybe once my muse comes back to life or whatever for that fic I'll write a sequel for it.

I'm hoping this story will be a bit of a change for my usual fics… or maybe not…. You be the judge.

Soul

Chapter 1

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James 'Logan' Howlett

1887-1987

He was exactly 100 years old and died on the year I was born… Maybe that was the reason I had been drawn to this particular spot, to this particular grave and the name sent chills up my spine. I knelt there brushing away the weeds and dust that had built up over the years then pressed the sheet of paper over the name and carefully ran the black crayon over it.

"Find something interesting Logan?" I looked up pocketing my crayon as Rogue wandered over looking bored with several pieces of used paper in her left hand. She smoothed her hair out and squatted down next to me, "James 'Logan' Howlett…" Her thick southern accent trailed off as she read the name, she felt it too.

"Wonder who he was." I whispered folding the paper up into quarters.

Rogue touched the stone and flinched back as if she had been shock, "I don't know."

The hairs on my neck stood on end, damn this stupid assignment, damn Mr. Summers.

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James Logan smiled slyly at Rogue as she slid onto the stool next to him. The kitchen was quiet at this time of night, that time being 2 A.M. She grabbed the bottle of coke from his hand and took a drink before setting it back down.

"What's wrong sugar?" Her dark green eyes focused on his noticing the way that they appeared black in the kitchen's dull glow.

James' smile faltered for a moment, "Ya know me too well darlin'." He ran a hand through his black naturally spiky hair. Ever since their class trip up to Canada he'd felt lost, troubled. He was sure that he probably even looked it even though he kept his emotions under wrap. The only person he would dare show his actual feelings too was the girl sitting next to him sipping on his coke. He took his coke from her gloved hand and swallowed several gulps. "It's nothin' really."

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Come on James, since when have ya not told me what's on your mind?"

His eyebrows twitched up at the sound of Rogue using his first name, "Alright Marie," The corner of her lip twitched in amusement, smart ass, "Ever since our trip back home," At this she smiled softly, to James Canada would always be home even though he moved to New York when he was 10, "I've been havin' these bizarre dreams 'bout scientists an' doctors an'… it's just all a blur… but I keep wakin' up in a cold sweat." He sighed shakily his eyes glued on the counter's tiled surface.

"Too many Sci-fi movies?" Rogue tried softly with a weak smile.

James lifted his head exhaling sharply out his nose, "Nah, don't watch that crap." He smiled lopsidedly, his nightmares still haunting his mind.

"Yea right." She teased going for his coke again.

He quickly snatched it away grinning, "Ah, get yer own."

Rogue stuck her tongue out at him feeling slightly better that he was smiling once again, then her eyes landed on his hand. Three fresh looking deep cuts marred the skin in-between his knuckles.

"What happened to your hand?" The smile faded from her face as she reached for his hand.

Flinching away James dropped the coke bottle, he made a quick grab for it but missed and the bottle shattered spraying glass fragments everywhere.

Hissing in pain, James grabbed at his face pulling free a shard of glass from his cheek, "Aw damn it!" He grunted letting the glass shard fall to the floor as his other hand pressed against the wound. Rogue gawked at him as crimson blood leaked out between his fingers and down his cheek.

"Logan!" She gasped snapping out of her daze and jumped to her feet, "Oh my God! I'll go get help!"

He grabbed her arm and shook his head, "No," He let go of her arm and reached for the paper towels, "I'm fine. Just a small scrape."

Rogue blinked, "A small scrape? You just had…" The words stuck in her throat when James removed his hand from his face. He pressed the towel to his face and gingerly wiped away the blood, "What?" He said after a moment noticing that Rogue had fallen silent.

"Your face," Rogue whispered pulling his hand away from his cheek, "It's healed…"

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A/N: Please let me know what you think of this. :-D