A/N: I'm a little iffy on this chapter since a pretty big event takes place. Let me know how you feel. By the end of this, you'll know what I mean.

Just to let everyone know, I've gotten a sudden burst of inspiration for this story. All of a sudden, I don't wanna wrap it up and there's some more coming... at least for a little while anyway.

Thank you again and again for the reviews, guys. Just knowing you're out there waiting for my story makes it so much easier for me to write. So thank you to Ellie, B Oots, and Jubes2681.

Also... just wanna apologize for the delay. Bah, school. :-(

On to chapter seven!

I walked towards a bar.

Yes, Wolverine was in a bar and had spent a week around this area according to Skin's research. (Was Wolverine being in a bar surprising? Heck no!) I know it was for me, but the idea of Skin near stalking Wolverine gets me laughing so hard that sometimes I have trouble standing still when I think about it. But if it weren't for him, I'd probably be in another mall spending loads of money or watching another movie just trying to stop myself from thinking about him, but failing horribly.

I had wanted to drive there by myself, but Skin insisted upon driving me himself. I wasn't all too confident getting behind the wheel, especially since I was already nervous. And especially since last time I drove a vehicle, I kinda got amnesia. So yea, no driving for me! Skin would give me an hour to sort it out with Wolverine and if I wasn't outside by that time, he'd wait another fifteen more minutes before coming in and finding out what had happened. Assuming of course I didn't come outside and to tell him what happened first. It was a foolproof plan. Well, okay… so the driving situation was. Who knew how my conversation with Logan was gonna go. We could only hope for the best and since our last conversation went all so well (roll of eyes inserted here), I was kind of doubtful. Call it the nerves, but my brain was screaming at me to turn back and run as far away as possible. I was trying my best to ignore it and walk determinedly forward.

So I did.

My first thought when I entered that bar was it was the lowest of lows. The outside sure didn't give hint that the inside was as bad as it was. Peanuts and broken glass crunched under my shoes as I walked in. I didn't take it as such a great sign. But it wasn't as crowded as the parking lot had seemed to be and I at least took that as a good sign.

I spotted Logan pretty much right after the glass and peanuts observation. He sat hunched at the bar, a hat on his head and in the rest of his usual attire. I stood there for a second before continuing forward. I kept on going over the perfectly planned out speech in my head and before I could turn back… I walked forward to the hunched over Wolverine and sat on the stool next to his. I was kind of hoping for a little glance my way, but he didn't even have a trademark sniff for me. So I started off with a soft, "hey".

"Imposters shouldn't try ta fit where they don't belong. Get lost."

I paused for a second, trying to go silently over my speech before opening my mouth, but I threw caution to the wind and spoke. "But I'm back, Logan! I mean, I was kidnapped first and held hostage in some no good, crap-hole and then slowly while in the dark I remembered and then there was this fire and then Beast came and then—" I hadn't meant to say it that way, really. But once I had started I couldn't seem to stop. When he held up his hand and finally looked at me I knew it couldn't be good.

"Even if yer back ta who ya were before ya were kidnapped… it still doesn't change anythin'. Who was it that kidnapped ya anyway?"

Tears sprang to my eyes at his half effort at conversation. How could he be so… not happy for me? "What? So that's it? You get the information you need outta me and then I'm sent packin'?"

"Listen, kid… tha Jubilee I know an' loved is long gone. An' she ain't coming back. I searched fer months an' I—"

Ugh! "But can't you see I'm here? Right now? Look at me, Logan! God, look at me!" I roughly grabbed his chin so he faced me, but he didn't take it the way I had wanted him to at all. He got up and before I knew it, I was walking with him. Or well, I was being dragged. He had picked me up by my shirt and had decided to drag me by it. He only let go after he had pushed me into a wall and towered above me. Even though I was about the same height, darnit.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He stalked back to the bar as I slid down against the wall he had basically thrown me at. All I could do was sit there. He had never yelled at me like that… nor had he ever been like an inch away from hitting me. Well except that time I had gone all coastal and was evil or whatever and Logan had to 'knock' some sense into me. But that had been different, ya know? He had been doing it because he cared. And then a word popped into my head: loved. He said he had loved me. Past tense… not present. And then I got angry.

Before I knew what I was even doing, I marched right up to the bastard and roughly tapped his shoulder. He turned his head and never saw it coming. I punched him straight on. I'm sure it hurt me a lot more than it hurt him (damn adamantium laced skeleton), but that hadn't been the point. Hey and they had always said that actions speak louder than words, right? Yeah, well I was hoping that had been loud enough for him.

"What tha hell!"

At this point the tears were already flowing so why should I have stopped them, huh? Maybe I just couldn't is all. "That's for believing I was dead, Logan."

"What are ya talkin' about? Everyone thought you were dead!"

"You were supposed to be different! And you gave up on me anyway! How could you? How could you after all I've done for you? How, after me dragging you up a freaking mountain, after I helped you down from a cross, after I swore you were never dead when nothing else seemed possible, after me letting you leave when I needed you, I… I was only a kid in a stupid yellow jacket, but you gave up. After all we've been through, after all the times you've saved me, held me… you gave up. How could you do that to me? To us?"

At this point, I couldn't see five feet in front of me. My vision was so blurred by my tears and I was shaking so horribly that it almost wasn't even worth keeping my eyes open. But I did. I yelled some more things that I don't even remember and probably never will.

But there is one thing I will never ever forget. What Logan said next.

"Ya wanna know why I can't love ya anymore? Because it's my fault! I was the one who taught you had to drive a motorcycle. I was the one who took you along with me. I was the one who took ya straight inta Xavier's mansion. I was the one you were mad at! Everythin' that's happened to ya has been my fault. If I had just died that night up on that cross thing… nothin' bad would'a happened to ya. If I hadn't loved ya… ya wouldn't have loved me enough ta get into all my messes."

I stopped my shaking for a minute and blinked back the blinding tears. "But Logan…"

His voice changed. It wasn't emotion ridden like it had been that minute ago but different. Cold. Hard. Shutting. "I meant what I said tha last time I talked to ya. We were partners once… but I can't love you anymore."

I softly treaded closer to his turned back and went to hug him from behind. But before I could even get close enough to rest my head on his shoulder, he roared and flung me across the bar and into that same wall again. I moaned, clutching my head and closed my eyes. I never felt the gentle hug nor did I hear his cries of regret because I was already in the land of slumber and peace.