Authors note: This chapter is dedicated to last chapters reviewers, who of which upon not doing so this story would be no more. Appreciate it guys ;)

To xfilesoc and cheerleaderchick, thank you both for all your support from the beginning :)

Silvershadowcat: Whee, thanks. Don't worry; I've got plenty more on its way.

Again, I apologize for taking such a long time to pump out this chapter and the chapters to my other stories. The stress of my last year to high skool is finally starting to sink in, plus my head hasn't been screwed on tight enough lately. I will get to writing more soon though, I can promise you all that much.

Disclaimer: You should know what goes here by know. No warnings this time- just a little swearing; but nothing too offensive. Unless you severely hate Logan thinking about Kitty for some reason.

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Remembering isn't always easy: Part I

Logan's POV

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The ashes fell off my cigarette simultaneously as I sucked in that delicious taste of nicotine and tobacco. What a taste. It's funny; you'd think after all these years I'd have managed to quit my routinely unbreakable habit of smoking by now. Guess not- still guilty.

I've been thinking again; not always a good thing but sometimes you can't help yourself now can you? Been thinking about a lot of things actually, all of which in some way or another keep reminding me of my damn teenage apprentice Shadowcat.

"Kitty..." I mumble in-between thought as I take another extended hit from my cigarette. "Wonder just how the half pint is doin' these days."

It had been quite some time since the two of us had shared an actual conversation (minus a few postcards here and there), but despite my stubbornness to admit so- I sure as hell missed that kid.

She had surprisingly turned out not too bad a fighter. In-fact, it was our routine sparring in the danger room that I missed the most. For her 16th birthday I remember the look of total determination she held on her face as she asked me to help her train, help her accomplish control. With an immediate no for reply I somehow found myself caught in a situation of argument, one where she would not give up and obliviously refused to do so. Nevertheless, it was that very same stubbornness which reminded me of myself, and the very same reason I decided to go through with her wishes. From there we trained, and trained unbelievably hard at that. But not once did she open her mouth in protest. Every day I worked her stiff, instructing, teaching, and enlightening her about all I knew. And it paid off; for both of us. Now with a stronger sense of self confidence in her fighting ability, the Shadowcat could now reach her true potential. What I gained on the other hand was at long last a worthy adversary and partner for danger room sessions.

I smirked while thinking of old times with Kitty. Sure did bring back a lot of memories. I did have to give the girl credit though. After all, not everyone makes it out alive while under the ruling of my teaching.

Resting a hand over another half empty bottle of liquor, I quickly downed what was left of the alcohol in one unwieldy knock back. Drinking seemed to be something I've been doing a lot of ever since my little 'road trip'. Because the dreams have been giving me nightmares again; chugging down a few extra beers made it all better, or at least to some extent.

This hadn't been the first time though- no sir. Past happenings have always haunted me in my sleep; keeping me awake- absolutely horror-struck of the images stuck on rewind, play, repeat. Xavier had at one point helped reduce the memories; even managed to stop them coming. Too bad it didn't take long before I was right back were I started though.

Guess it was true. I couldn't hide from my past anymore.

It was because of these nightmares that I felt it crucial to leave the institute in the first place. I felt weak, not in control, and feared for the worst if continuing to remain that way. I was so fucking concerned, worried if I would endanger Kitty, afraid to jeopardize all the good that was beginning to shape her life. She was all I cared about, she was all I admired. With something as innocent and pure as she was, I felt me staying would do nothing but contaminate that beautiful soul I envied so much from.

Yes, things are too hard.

I fuck up.

People get hurt and I runaway. I know I shouldn't but sometimes I don't know what else to do.

Reaching into my coat pocket I fumble around until I pull out another freshly wrapped cigar. Seconds later it's lit up and already fuming with that intoxicating scent it seductively carries oh so well. I always did reach for a smoke whenever I was nervous; not much has changed as you can clearly see.

"I'll visit her this week," I said; almost as if trying to hide my voice from hinting any signs of excitement. "Wednesday… Yeah Wednesday, the kid should be out of school by then..."

With some thoughts finally cleared and a plan settled, I snatched up my keys and headed in the direction of the nearest bar.

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Remembering isn't always easy: Part II

Kitty's POV

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It's truly amazing how accurate the illustrious saying "time flies when your having fun" is- I've never really believed it until now. The past six months have flown by completely and now look at me; I'm graduating high school today. One of the most important Wednesdays of my life.

Finally! I'm out of the angst filled life of pre-adulthood and at long last ready to face the world along with the reality that so equally backes it up. What an eye opener. Not just for me, but for Remy too. I didn't know how strongly I felt about some things until they were actually brought up, how strongly I felt about a particular someone too. I still miss Logan but its like he always said; "if there was one thing I could change about myself, it would be how I accept change." I guess it's a part of me though. And, I know that no one is ever going to replace my friendship with the Wolverine; after all, he knows me better than I know myself. But that doesn't mean that I can't try for a relationship with Gambit, right? Oh who am I kidding, Logan has flat out disliked all and any of my love interests, and I doubt he's going to start otherwise anytime soon.

Anyway, I had so much fun this weekend. Sunday was our half year anniversary, and by 'our' I mean mine and Remmy's. I would have never imagined in a million years that a member of the brotherhood would be so romantic and gentle as he is with me. I remembered asking him something when we had first began dating. A stupid question like- Why are you so interested in me? - And then continuing another stupid remark like "I'm nothing special." He then looked at me for what seemed like hours, piercing my eyes with that ruby red Cajun stare. Wrapping me into a hug, he lifted my chin so that we were almost eye level (minus his height towering over mine).

"Remy is interested in ma jolie chaton(-My pretty kitty- A/N: Thanks for the translating help, Whylime) cus' you are special- special to me."

That sentence made my eyes water up a little, but Gambit affectionately moved his finger-cut gloved hands to wipe them away.

"What's on yer' mind petite?" He said with a little concern; still holding me tight.

There was nothing but silence for a few minuets; silence that needed to be broken. So I did. "I don't know, Remy… - everything just feels so right." What a moment; I'll never forget it.

The sensation that man gives me with just a few simple words makes my head spin sometimes- In the good way I mean.

I was rushed out of thought when I heard a few loud thuds against my door. The kind of pounding and defining sound that reminded me of Logan's knocking when he would wake me up at 5am for early training. I shook my head, 'stop getting your hopes up' I told myself firmly while I stood up from my seated position to greet whoever it was warm-heartedly.

"It's open!"

As the handle turned, a huge but rather musculer man made himself known from ouside the door.

"How ya doin' half pint" he said with outstreched arms and giving that authentic smirk of his.

Oh god, I've missed that smirk.

He didn't get a chance to say else though. By then I had already attacked him in one enormous hug; something which he didn't need to think twice before returning.

TCB
HA! Reunited at last! Flamers- I dare ya! Just try and stop me writing my Kitty/Logan :mechanical laugh: Eheh ehe ehm… well on a more sane and no so creepy note; Ill be starting back to writing Heart Half Empty and It's you That I Adore. Those will be posted hopefully sometime in the next week, so keep the reviews coming. :Sends excessive amounts of love to all my reviewers: