Disclaimer: see whatever chapter it was I finally put one on for. P.S. I hate colds

Chapter 7

Sitting on the far end of the couch, very tempted to curl up into a ball and block the world out, Marie was panicking. Panicking because her past had caught her up and she wasn't expecting it. Of course she knew she would have to face the past and the people from it but she always thought it would be on her terms, she would have been in control not snuck up on like earlier. Well she wasn't really snuck up on because Logan seemed just as surprised to see her.

Logan.

Self-centre ass that he is has gone and messed her life up again. Just when she was starting to feel like she was apart of a family.

"Emily!" Frankie ran into the room crying. Ice cream still smudged around her mouth. She was holding her arm and tears were streaming down her face mingling with the double chocolate ice cream. A nasty red mark was just covered by her hand. "Sam hurt me!"

"Where honey?" Marie soon was brought out of the memories remerging in her mind to aid the young girl. She gently moved the girl's arm to look at the nice Chinese burn she had there. Marie was starting to regret giving Sam ice cream; he always went hyper after a large amount of sugar hit his systems. "Its okay, Ay'm gonna get ya a nice lollypop to make it al better, that sound good to you?"

"Okay." Frankie sniffled and wiped her nose on her arm, smudging the ice cream even more.

"Then ya can have a bath to, ya messy pup. Sam can have one as well; I bet he is just as bad. Where is he anyway?" Marie looked back at Frankie who was now sitting on the couch and switching the TV on with the remote.

"He is up stairs sneezing again." Emily said changing the channel looking for some cartoons to watch.

Marie went in the kitchen and brought back Frankie her lollypop, leaving the little girl content with the TV Marie went upstairs in search of Sam. She found him in his army style bedroom sitting with his favourite action man on his bed. He sneezed and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his top.

"Still sneezing their champ?" Marie sat next to the small boy and waiting for a reply. With out getting on she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter?"

"I don't like sneezing."

"Whys that? Doesn't it make your nose go all funny? Mine does when ay sneeze." Marie smiled trying to get Sam to smile back.

"No, it makes me seen things."

"Really? What sort of things?"

"Pictures." Sam looked at Marie and smiled sadly. "I don't like the pictures the scare me."

Marie hugged Sam and thought about what he had said. Could he have the X gene? If he did then the best thing for him would to go to Xavier. None of the mutation's there was as young as he was. Maybe it was just his imagination. After all they do say the most powerful thing a child could have is a great imagination. She would have to watch Sam from now on.

"What kind of pictures are they? What are the pictures of champ?" Marie gave Sam a reassuring squeeze.

"Of people hurting, nasty people hurt them. They fall to the floor and don't move." Sam said while moving the limbs of his action man. "I think they die. It doesn't happen all the time I sneeze. Am I poorly?"

"No of course not. Come on I've left ya sister down stairs all alone. Ya can both go in the bath and then ya can watch TV or play a game before ya go to bed at eight." Marie helped Sam of the bed and they both made their way down stairs.

She was just glad neither of them asked her about Logan yet.

Logan watch from across the road the lights go out from upstairs of the house that Marie went into. He had been riding around the neighbourhood for a good part of the night. He looked at his watch and noticed it was 8.30. Marie must be alone by now.

He got of his bike and walled up the small path to the front of the house. Reaching the step he looked round at both sides of the street in search of any sign of people being near him. Happy that it was clear he knocked on the door. He heard the faint footsteps of some one approaching the door. The door being wooden and lacking a window Logan couldn't see who it was but the spy hole enabled them to see him.

"Can ya go away" It was Marie he could tell by the southern draw in her voice. He always liked the sound of her voice, he never truly realised that until she had gone. Once she had left Logan realised he liked a lot and missed a lot about the girl. She may only be 18 but she was very mature. That Bobby kid had no idea what he had gave away by fooling around with other girls. "Logan, ay don't want ya here. Go please?"

"I can't just leave ya Marie. Im not movin' until ya let me in." Logan called back to the spy hole, knowing that she was looking at him. "Ay anit gonna hurt ya kid, just talk. No funny business, ay swear. Now just open up the door Marie."

"Ay don't want to, just go will ya" Marie's muffled voice carried through the oak door. "Ay don't want to wake the kids up."

"Then let me in, just for 10 minuets then ay'll go, for good."

"For good? Ya leave meh alone?"

"Ay swear." Logan stepped back and waited as Marie thought about opening the door. A small 'ok' was heard then the door opened the light from the hall gave the figure of Marie an unearthly look. She had grown up a lot since she left. She was no longer a little kid he made a promise too; she was now a women. And the first thing he noticed about her was that she had dyed her hair. "What ya done to ya hair kid?"

"Ay kind of like it this way. Now are ya coming or not." Marie stepped back and Logan saw fully what she was wearing, it was a simple pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt, the thing that caught his attention the most was the lack of gloves and scarf.

A/N

Yay ive uploaded. I gotta run I have a 40mins walk to do and its dark out side and cold. I hate not having a car.