It was starting to get dark as I pulled up to the mansion with Scott. He helped me carry my bags and suitcases inside. We carried them to my room, and I unpacked and began putting my things away. I was nearly done when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, sliding my empty suitcases underneath my bed and going to hang up my sweaters in the closet.

"Anna?" I turned around to see Ororo standing in my door way.

"Hey," I said, turning my attention back to my clothes.

"There's some bad news…" she said, trailing off.

"Oh dear, that's the last thing I need," I said, returning my attention back to her once more, lying my sweaters on my bed.

"It's Logan,"

"I knew something was wrong,"

"He encountered someone, another mutant, like Rouge. They're capable of taking another mutant's powers when they touch the other mutant's bare skin with their own,"

"That's who he was fighting with, wasn't it? Is he going to be okay? I mean…is he still alive?"

"Yes, he's still alive, but it'll be away before he's completely okay. He's here now, if you want to see him, but he's not awake."

"Yeah, where is he?" I asked.

"He's in his room," she said.

"Thank you," I said as I passed Storm, walked into the hall and down to Logan's door. It was open slightly, so I pushed it open and saw Logan lying in his bed, unconscious. The Professor was sitting beside his bed.

"Why did you tell me he was okay?" I asked, stepping into the room.

"Because I didn't want you to worry,"

"But he's not okay," I said, moving close to Logan's bed and pulling a chair up on the side opposite of the Professor. "I knew something was wrong, I saw it…I felt it."

"You felt a tremor,"

"What's a tremor?"

"Sometimes our psychic abilities not only allow us to see something, but to feel it as well. It doesn't happen very often but when it does they can be very strong."

"But I'm not psychic, how did this happen to me?"

"I've been having a feeling for a while and I think that this has proven it; when Jean died she passed her powers onto you, that's what you felt today."

"What, I didn't think you could pass powers onto other people when you died?"

"It's not something that happens all the time, but every once in a while there are a few people who are capable of doing it, I believe that Jean was one of them."

"Why did she give them to me then, why not Scott?"

"Because Scott wouldn't know how to use them, there's something she wanted you to know."

"What?"

"I'm not sure yet." He said.

We both sat quietly for a while. I wondered if I should ask him the question that was burning in my mind; he already knew what I was thinking. But, I decided to anyway.

"Professor, do you know what happened to Logan before he lost his memory?"

"Some, yes, but I'd rather not be the one that told you. I think it would be best if he told you, when he's remembered it himself."

"He knew my grandfather; they fought in World War Two together. My grandmother said he was married."

"He was, but she died during the war giving birth to their baby, who died as well." My heart was hurting; he had lost a family that he couldn't remember. "It's up to you what you do with this information, but I suggest that you don't tell him. I'm afraid his mind might not be stable enough to handle it a second time. It nearly killed him, and so did he, the first time it happened."

"He needs you to help him," I said.

"No Anna, he wants me to help him, he needs to find out in his own time."

"But it's not fair for us to know more about his life than he does."

"I assure you that he remembers much more than what he's told you."

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "I mean, I do…I care a lot about him, I really do, but what would happened if we dated, or even got married…sooner or later I'm going to look much older than him, and he would probably out live me. And what if we had children, he would probably outlive this as well. He would lose his family all over again. But then…the thought of ever having to leave him overwhelms me, and scares me."

"It's very normal Anna, to feel how you do. By now most woman your age are already married with families of their own, but you've spent so much of your life taking care of yours you haven't had a chance to experience everything. Logan may feel very comfortable, but I would search how you truly feel about him and decide if that's what you want to feel for the rest of your life. After all, it is for better or worse, and no seems to be one of the 'worse'."

For the first time since I had entered the room I looked at Logan, really looked at him. He was shirtless, with the blankets pulled up around him. He had blood soaked bandages on his forehead, left arm, right shoulder and wrapped around both of his hands.

"When will he be better?" I asked.

"By tomorrow sometime, I'm sure."

"Will he be okay then? I mean, he's fine, right?"

"You have nothing to worry about Anna; he's going be perfectly okay."

"Good," I said, a small tear falling down my cheek.

"I'll leave you with him for now, goodnight." The Professor said as he rolled out of the room in his electric wheelchair.

"Thank you, good night." I said back, before he closed the door.

I debated whether to leave or stay with him. My mind was reeling; things seemed to have spun so far out of control for me in the three months. But, the longer I sat there, staring at Logan, the more I couldn't move. I would stay there until he was awake and I knew he was okay.

"Hey Logan, can you hear me? It's Anna, I'm here. I really missed you. I need you to wake up and be okay, yeah? Because I can't take anymore pain. I can still feel you...inside of me. I can feel you, and your pain. My hands still burn. I would gladly feel this way every single day if you promise not to hurt me? I know that you're hurting, too. You can't remember much of who you were, or your family, but I want to help you. I want to take all of your pain away. Please let me. Let me hold you, let me touch you, let me understand, let me in. Just let me be with you. I want you to hear me." I said, knowing that he couldn't.

After sitting and watching him his motionless body for nearly an hour, I got up from my chair to retrieve a blanket from his closest. The overwhelming smell of cigars and cheap whiskey as I opened the door nearly brought tears to my eyes. We led such terribly different lives, how could I ever keep up with him? He was so much faster and my life seemed stagnate. I pulled the fleece blanket down from the top of the closet and returned back to my chair, watching him. I slowly drifted into a fitful sleep. Dreams of being chased in snow covered woods filled my mind. I was scared, but not for myself, for someone else. I was running; my chest felt like it was burning. I stopped and listened, my hearing was amazing. There were three of them. I knew I could take them on if it came down to it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of light and felt a searing pain in my chest. I had been shot and one of them had shot me. It didn't take too long before the pain seized and I watched as the blood soaked bullet hit the ground, painting the crisp white snow a bright shade of red. I was pissed. One of them came at me, it was a man. Another sharp pain ran through my hands, as I stabbed the man with my claws, digging them deep inside of hem, making sure he was dead before extracting them. Another man lunged at me, picking me up and throwing me nearly thirty feet. I got back on my feet and quickly shook the feeling of loss of breath, taking a run at the man with my claws, wanting to sink them into his flesh. Then he shot me, at my shoulder. The pain was bad but I knew it would stop soon, so I kept running at him. I saw a woman come from the woods. BAM! Another gun shot, to my stomach this time, more pain. BAM! Another shot, barely grazing my arm. BAM! A shot that passed me. My pace wasn't quite as fast but I finally reached the man, raking my claws through his gun and then piercing his chest with them. I had barely pulled them from his body when I felt an ice cold hand against the skin on my fact. My breathing stopped. I looked to see a beautiful woman taking my powers away. She let go of my face, but my whole body was cold now, as I lay in the show. Then she bent over me, and I saw the rock in her hand. I watched, unable to move, as she brought it down to my forehead. But, as I was there, I wasn't scared to die, I was sad because I hadn't been able to see Ana again.

I woke up; sitting up straight in my chair, my breath was hard. I looked at Logan's body in the dimly lit room, was that what had happened to him? Was that the dream he was having at the same time as me? I sat, catching my breath. I checked my watch; it was almost six in the morning. I moved closer and sat on his bed beside him. I ran my hand over his face and down his chest. I picked up his bandaged hand and kissed it. I had never wanted anything more than I had wanted him in that moment. I wanted to keep him forever. But, I knew that if I told him that he would probably say something sarcastic, with his beautiful, coy smile, and just laugh. I sat there for what seemed like forever, then walked to the window, pulled back the curtains and watched the snow fall to the ground. I had always loved that about living at the school, the snows were wonderful. Sometimes at night Jean, Scott, Ororo and I would sneak outside and have snow ball fights. A tear fell down my cheek, I missed Jean so much.

"Uh…that's a bright light, darlin'." I heard a voice mumble behind me. I turned around and saw Logan lying in bed, awake. I closed the curtains and walked over to him.

"Hey," I said as he sat up in his bed. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Hey," he said back, stopping my hand on his cheek and kissing the inside of my wrist.

"How do you feel?"

"Like crap,"

"Sorry," I said with a smile, "you scared me."

"I know,"

"I thought you were gone,"

"You're not that lucky," he said with a weak laugh.

"Who were those people?"

"What people?"

"The ones that did this to you," I said, running my hand over the bandage on his forehead.

"Some of Stryker's experiments,"

"Why did they go after you like that?"

"I guess I pissed them off," he said with a small chuckle.

"I miss you," I said, wanting to tell him about the picture that I had found of him, and about his family.

He looked up at me and pulled my hand away from his face and kissed it. "It's been a long couple of months," he said.

I opened my mouth to tell him, but I couldn't find the right words. Maybe I wasn't supposed to tell him, maybe the Professor was right and he needed to remember it in his own time.

"What have you done to me?" I asked him instead. He looked up at me with a confused look on his face. "You have all of my thoughts messed up, and whenever I look at someone I see you. Nothing seems right with you."

"Nothing has been right these past weeks,"

"I know, but with you I felt like there was something solid that I could count on, I want you to be that for me."

"I can't promise that I'm going to be there, though. Right now I'm trying to get my things taken care of."

"I'll help you; I can do whatever you want me to,"

"I don't have a lot of time to spend,"

"I don't care; I just have to be with you when you do have time. I spent all of last night and some of this morning trying to figure out how I could be without you, but I can't. I don't want to be like this, I never have been. I've never needed anyone, but you're inside my head now and I can't get you out."

"There's nothing I have that I can promise you, I don't have anything."

"I don't care about things Logan, just you,"

"Anna," he said, I had never heard him say my name. He usually called me 'darlin' if anything. I loved the way he said it. "I don't want you to get hurt; I'm not always here,"

"I'll go with you," I said, cutting him off.

"That's not what I mean…I'm used to being on my own; sometimes I get wrapped up in what I'm looking for."

I looked into his eyes, "Don't give me excuses, if this isn't what you want than just tell me," I said, before he pulled me closer to him, cutting me off as he pushed his lips to mine, kissing me.

"This is what I want," he whispered as he pulled his lips slowly from mine, smiling. "Will you let me give you what you want now?"

"You're what I want, I told you that." I said, smiling back at him.

"Good, you can have me then," he said, pulling me into another kiss.

Within the next two months I began teaching at school. For someone who had never taught before, I was actually quite good. The teenagers really opened up to me and helped me out a lot. Scott had improved, and as a whole the mansion seemed to be much happier than it had been when I had arrived that fall. That was during the day, though, during the night I was have terrible nightmares. I would see water rushing at me, I could feel the pressure pushing me away and I could feel myself trying to find the surface to get air. But, I would start to feel cold and then wake up in a cold sweat, knowing that it must have been how Jean died.

They say that drowning is the most peaceful way to die, that it becomes very natural, but every time I would have that dream I would wake up completely scared out of my mind. I didn't tell anyone about it, until one night when the cold feeling lasted too long, and I could feel it getting dark. I woke up, screaming, to find my whole room shaking. I gasped for breath as I tried to understand what had happened. My door flung open, just as I had gotten my room to stop shaking, and Logan came running in with Scott and soon Ororo was standing in my doorway.

"Anna, are you okay?" Scott asked as Logan grabbed me and held me to keep from shaking.

"I don't know, I was having a nightmare and when I woke up my room was shaking and I was screaming." I said, clinging to Logan.

"What kind of nightmare was it?" Ororo asked, stepping into my room. Now there were students crowding around my door to see what was happening. "Go back to bed kids, everything's fine."

Scott closed the door, walked back to my bed and sat in the chair next to it. Storm followed, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"It's one I've been having for a while; it's never been this bad before, though." I said, Logan stroking my hair, trying to calm me.

"What's it of?" Scott pushed; I didn't want to tell him.

"I think it's of what happened to Jean,"

"What do you mean?" Storm asked.

"I've been having dreams of people, but seeing it from their point of view. Like when you were attacked in Canada, Logan, I had a dream about what happened. I could feel what you were feeling, I knew what you were thinking, and now I've been having this dream about Jean, that I'm her. I see the water and it comes towards me. I can feel it as I'm swept up in it, but then I start to feel cold and wake up."

"How long have you been having it?" Scott asked.

"On and off for the past two months, but probably consistently for the past three or four nights."

"What was different tonight that made you scream and your room shake like that?" he asked.

"It was lasting too long. I usually wake up just as it starts to get cold, but tonight everything turned dark and I couldn't tell which way was up or down and I got scared."

"How could you be dreaming about what other people have seen?" Ororo asked.

"Xavier thinks that when Jean died she gave her psychic abilities to me."

"That's possible?" Logan asked.

"Apparently only very few people have been able to do it."

"No offense, Anna, but why you and not me?" Scott asked. "Are you sure that that's what's going on, can't you just be having nightmares or something?"

"That's what I asked; the Professor also seems to think that she was trying to tell me something."

"That's why she's sent you these dreams?" Storm asked.

"I don't know,"

We all sat in silence for quite a while before Scott said; "Why don't we all just go back to bed and we can talk about it tomorrow? We're not going to be able to think clearly without any sleep."

"That's a good idea," Storm said, standing up from my bed and following Scott to the door. Then she paused and turned back again to me. "Would you like me to stay with you tonight?"

"I've got it, Storm, I'm gonna stay here with her." Logan answered for me.

"All right, goodnight Anna, Logan,"

"Goodnight Ororo and Scott, and thank ya'll for trying to help."

She smiled, shutting the door behind her. The only light was from the lamp on my bedside dresser, which I must have turned on during my nightmare when my room was shaking.

"Are you gonna be able to sleep anymore?" Logan asked, loosening his embrace and looking down at me.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You can go back to you room and sleep if you want," I said, shivering.

"No, I'm gonna stay here with you." He said, lying me down and covering me back up. He kissed me on the forehead, then went to my closet and pulled out a blanket and covered me with it. He sat in the chair Scott had been sitting in earlier. I watched and he stared at me. I knew I would be safe from anyone with him, but what was happening to me wasn't from someone he could stop. It was all in my head and I think that bothered him, that there was something he couldn't protect me from.

I turned off my lamp and curled up into my bed and tried once more to fall back to sleep.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I heard from my alarm clock. I turned it off and rolled over in bed and saw Logan sitting in my chair. I had almost forgotten about what had happened that night.

"Did you sleep any?" I asked sitting up, swinging my feet around and setting them on the floor.

"No," he said, adjusting himself in his chair, "did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, but I need to get ready, my first class is at eight forty-five." I said. "I really, really appreciate you staying with me for the rest of the night."

"I know,"

I smiled. "Don't be modest about it," I said sarcastically. "Why don't you go get some sleep? You look like you could keel over at any moment."

He nodded his head in agreement and stood up. He walked over, bent down and kissed me on top of my head, then began walking to the door. But, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to me. I stood up and hugged him.

"Thank you," I whispered in his ear. He just held me. "I love you,"

Again, he kissed me on top of my head, which fit perfectly under his chin. "You too, darlin',"

I had never had a man answer my, almost always rushed, 'I love you' with 'You too, darlin'. They always said, 'I love you, too.' But, it was the most sincere, honest thing any man had every said to me, and I never wanted to let him go.