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My parents left the next day. They had only planned to stay for two days but something told me they were glad they hadn't stayed longer.

Things were odd between Logan and me for the next few days. I didn't know why he would be mad at me for? I was sure that he had overheard what my mother had said about him, but why would he be angry at me for what she said? I didn't know; everything he did confused me. Sometimes he would flirt with me and other times he would treat me like a kid. I knew he had had a thing for Dr. Grey in the past, but we had never talked about it. I just never knew what he was wanting.

"Wake up!" I heard someone yell through my door.

I was in a state between asleep and awake and I didn't know what was going on.

"What?" I yelled back. I opened my eyes just as Bobby and Rouge walked into my room. "What's going on?"

"It's Christmas, everyone's goin' downstairs to open presents," Rouge said.

I sat up in bed, trying to wake myself up. "Okay, let me put some house shoes on and grab a sweatshirt." I got up and slipped on my hot pink, furry house shoes and grabbed one of the many hoodies that littered my floor.

We all sleepily walked down to the first floor, since everyone was using the elevators. I looked down and saw all of the kids sprawled out along the floor. Most of them were talking excitedly, while the older teenagers were in corners trying to get a little more sleep.

Rouge, Bobby and I spotted a place to sit near one of the smaller Christmas trees by the front door. We moved and danced our way around the kids to the empty space and all sat down next to each other.

Bobby asked me a question and when I turned to face him I saw Logan standing at the top of the stairwell. I gave him a quick wave and he put up his hand, waving back, before making his way down the stairs.

"Lee?" Bobby asked.

"Huh?" I had forgotten what he had asked.

"I said are you okay, you look really pale?"

"Yeah, I feel fine," I said. But, I had lied; my vision became blurry and my breaths got short. The last thing I remembered before waking up was feeling like I was falling backwards for a long time.

"Kid, wake up,"

I felt a sharp pain in my head as soon as I opened my eyes. My head was pounding.

"I've got a headache," I mumbled.

"No wonder, you hit the tree stand,'

"It's really loud in here," I said, grabbing my head.

"No one's talking but me and you," Logan said.

"I can hear a loud ringing sound,"

"She needs to be checked out, she might have a concussion." My eyes slid into focus enough to see Dr. Grey standing behind Logan, and looking down on me.

"Come on, kid, let's go let Jean see if you're okay." Logan said, lifting me up in his arms. I thought about protesting, telling him to put me down and let me walk, but I felt as if I couldn't move. So, I stayed there, limp as he carried me all the way to Dr. Grey's infirmary. Then he sat me down on one of the examining tables, sat down beside me and helped prop me up.

"Can you hear me?" Dr. Grey asked.

I pulled all of the energy I had to say; "Yeah, but I can't focus on anything, I feel pretty drained, I don't think I can move too much."

"Okay, you don't have to move, I just need you to open your eyes for me." She said.

I tried, but they wouldn't stay open for very long periods of time. After about forty-five minutes Dr. Grey finally told me that I didn't have a concussion and that I could go join everyone else in the entry way if I wanted. I decided to and left Logan and her to talk. When I got outside I realized that I had forgotten to ask her to give me something for my headache. So, I turned around to go back, but I stopped just outside the door when I heard them talked.

"Logan, what are you doing with her? She had taken up with you and you keep leading her on, it's going to break her heart when she finds out you don't feel the same way she does."

"And since when do you know how I feel, Jean?" Logan asked.

"Do you like her?"

"Why does it matter to you?" He asked. "I wanted you but you wouldn't let me, now I've moved on and you feel left out? Is that what it is?"

"No Logan, that's not what it is, she's just a kid; leave her alone."

"Don't tell me to leave her alone."

They were quiet.

"You can't help her," I barely made out Dr. Grey saying, "if anything you'll make it worse."

"How can I make it worse?"

"She doesn't have very long to live, just a few months."

"So you just want me to leave her now? The kid is scared; she needs someone she doesn't have to be scared with." Logan said angry and nearly shouting.

"And what Logan, you've all of a sudden become dependable? You run out when you don't like how things are going, why now?"

"Because we need each other Jean, okay? I want to protect her and make sure she doesn't have to worry."

"Why do you need her?" Dr. Grey asked so quietly I almost couldn't hear her.

"Because she brings back memories,"

My heart stopped. Was that the only reason he talked to me, he thought I was some scared little kid that he had to take care of, or that I could make him remember his past? Was that it?

After they stopped talking for a few minutes I knocked on the door.

"Come in," Dr. Grey said.

I walked into the room, trying to act as if I hadn't heard anything, but I think Dr. Grey already knew I had.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I meant to ask for something for my headache, it's killing me?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll get you something,"

I didn't look at Logan.

"You okay, kid?" He asked.

"I'm fine, it's just where I hit that tree stand is hurting pretty badly."

I looked up at him, searching his eye; what did he want from me?

"Here you go," Dr. Grey said, returning with some Tylenol and a glass of water.

"Thanks," I said after taking the pills, "I'm going to go back out there with Rouge and Bobby, I guess." I turned to walk away when I heard Logan hop down off of the table, I felt him grab my arm.

"Wait, I'll go with you," he said.

I gave a short, forced, smile. "Okay."

The rest of the morning was a little strained; I didn't talk to Logan as much as I usually would have. I wanted him to know that I was fine on my own, that I didn't need him. He was so arrogant, I wanted to hate him but I couldn't. I just did my best to be short with him.

I was sitting in the living room, opening the presents that Rouge and Bobby have gotten me. They had bought me a new hoodie and hat that matched.

"Thank you guys, I really needed this, my old one's collecting holes." I said with a laugh, picking up the hat.

"Sorry we couldn't get you anything else," Rouge said. Neither of them was still in contact with their parents, so they couldn't just have them send them money like mine did.

"Don't worry about it, this is brilliant." I smiled.

"Lee, you've got a phone call," Scott said, stepping into the living room.

"Okay," I said, standing up from the floor. "I'll be back in a little bit guys,"

I followed Scott as he led me into the Professor's office.

"Thanks," I said to Scott before picked up the phone. He gave me a quick smile and then turned to leave, shutting the door behind him. "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hi," I heard the person on the other end reply. The voice was familiar but I wasn't sure where I had heard it. But I was fairly sure that I really had heard it before.

"Who is this?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the Professor's desk, even thought I had been told not to before.

"It's dad,"

My heart stopped.

"My father's dead, you must have the wrong number, I'm hanging up," I said moving towards the base of the phone.

"Alicia it's me…your dad, I know we haven't spoken in a few years-"

"Try around ten," I cut in.

"Okay," he said taking a breath, "ten years. Look…I know I haven't been the best father and I've not always been there when you needed me but I want to make it up to you."

"How?"

"I'm in town this week and I want to take you out to lunch. I know that's not enough buy I thought it might be a start."

"No, a start would have been sending a child support check on time, calling us every once in a while, paying some doctor bills, it's not that hard!"

"What can I say, I'm sorry? I couldn't do anything, you're mother wouldn't let me. She told me she didn't want me to have anything to do with ya'll."

"That is such crap! She did not say that, and even if she did you never even tried to get in touch with us, we were your kids! I lived my life thinking you never loved me,"

"I never said that I didn't love you,"

"Really? Because to an eight year old 'I hate you' sounds pretty similar."

"I didn't mean it,"

"Well you never cared to clear that up,"

"I did try!"

"When!" I shouted.

"I would call all the time and your mom would tell me that you were busy-"

"Do not bring my mother into this! This is about me and you, not her. She never left me, she's always told me that she loved me and she would never let me go a day without believing that. So, if you have a problem with her then please, by all means, let me know what it is."

"Look, I don't want you to be mad at me, I want to fix it."

"It's too late to be fixed."

"Then let me start over, give me a second chance. I've changed; I know you have, too. Just let me get to know you and little and you can get to know me."

'Just say no, just say no!' I thought to myself.

"I'm at a school up in New York; if you want to have lunch then you'll have to come up here,"

"I already told you; I'm in town."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I checked your school records, I found that you were going to a boarding school up here and thought I might come see if you would have lunch with me."

"Why were you checking my school records, they're none of your business?"

"I was making sure you didn't need help paying school bills, I just wanted to help." He let out a long sigh. "So, will you eat lunch with me, just this once?"

I knew better. He would get my hopes up and just break my heart again.

"Yeah, when?"

"Well, how about next Saturday?"

"Yeah, I guess so,"

"Okay, well…I'll find some place for us to go and I'll call you back. Do I need to pick you up?"

"No!" I snapped. I didn't want him at the mansion. "I'll meet you."

"Oh…okay, well…I guess I'll call you back when I get everything arranged,"

"All right, if that's what you wanted then I'm going now,"

"Alicia, I am sorry and I do love you." He told me. I paused; it was almost believable.

"Yeah, whatever," I said, hanging up.

I walked out of the office and stood by the door after I closed it.

"So, sneaking into the Professor's office, huh?" I heard from behind me. I spun around; it was Logan.

"Yeah, you caught me." I said with a tone of sarcasm, trying not to cry.

"What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath, wondering if I should tell him.

"I just got off the phone with my dad,"

"Steve?" He asked.

"No, my real dad,"

"I thought you hadn't talked to him in a long time?"

"I hadn't, but he's in town and wants me to go out to eat with him next Saturday." I said, starting to cry. "I don't know what to do, he always does this to me, he's the one person who can break me and he knows it. He knows what to do, he knows what to say and then it's like I'm eight years old again and I'm waiting for him to call me. I just don't know what to do,"

"Shush, it's okay," Logan said, wiping a tear from my eye.

"No it's not,"

"I'll be fine,"

"How?"

"I'll go with you on Saturday," he said, running his hand down my cheek. For a second I thought I could almost feel it.

"No, I can go by myself."

"Kid, I'm not letting you go by yourself, you're stuck with me." He said with a quick grin. I couldn't help but smile.

"I just don't know what to do, he's going to break my heart again, I know it…and that will kill me."

"Don't worry about it," he said, running a hand through my hair. He put his hand on my cheek; I wanted him to keep it there. "I won't let anything happen to you." Then he leaned in and kissed me. My lips had feeling left in them, and I definitely felt that. I kissed him back. I prayed that he wouldn't stop, that he wouldn't leave, that I could keep him forever. But he did, he would and I couldn't. He slowly backed away, breaking our kiss.

"Merry Christmas, kid," that was all he said before going back upstairs.

I stood there, frozen. I felt like I couldn't move; what had just happened?

I didn't see Logan for the rest of the day, maybe it was a good thing. I was so confused with everything that had happened already I probably didn't need an awkward feeling between us, assuming that it would be awkward.

I tried to get some sleep, but it was no use. I just couldn't shake the feeling of Logan's lips against mine, that feeling had haunted me all day. That was it! I had to go talk to him. I looked at my alarm clock as I set up in bed, putting on a pair of house shoes. It was nearly midnight; I didn't want to wake him up, but we had to talk. I pulled on the new hoodie that Bobby and Rouge had given me. I took a deep breath and left my room to find Logan's. Once I found it, I wasn't sure I really wanted to go in. My heart was pounding and my breath was short. I tried calming myself down, but I couldn't.

"This is stupid," I whispered to myself. I walked straight up to his door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked again a little louder. If I didn't get an answer that time I was going back to my room to sleep. I waited, but no one came to the door. There was nothing else I could so, so I started walking back to the elevator.

"Hey kid," I looked over my shoulder to see him standing in his doorway. He looked gorgeous. How dare he stand there looking like that while I was trying to be assertive?

"Hey," I said, walking back towards his room, "we need to talk."

"All right, come in,"

I walked into his room which was the same size as mine; small. I sat down on his bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, leaning up against the wall across from me. He was wearing wrinkled blue jeans and a wife-beater. I assumed that it took him as long as it did to get to the door because he was getting dressed.

I took a deep breath. "Today I overheard you and Dr. Grey talking about me, I just wanted to clear up what's going on between us? I thought I had it figured out until you…kissed me, and now I'm lost again."

"We didn't mean for you to hear us talking,"

"I know, but I did,"

"What do you want to clear up?" he asked.

"I want to know why you…you said you need me…but why? Just because I can help you remember a few things, is that all?"

"No," he said, "that's not it."

"Then why did you say that?"

"I hadn't cared for someone in a long time until I met Jean, I wanted her and I wanted her to want me. But, she was married to Scott." He said, taking a deep breath. "Then I met you and I couldn't get you out of my head. There was something about you that made me want to be with you every chance I had. I do get memories when I'm with you, but that's not the only reason."

"You said that you needed to protect me," I said, "I am an adult; I don't need someone protecting me."

"I want to; I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'm dying, Dr. Grey already told you. You can't stop that from happening."

"I don't want you to leave, though," He said.

"I don't want to leave either, but there's nothing we can do." I said, a tear running down my cheek. "Why did you kiss me? Why not just leave me alone, you wouldn't have to get hurt that way?"

"Because I can't leave you alone, I wanted to kiss you, I've been wanting to." He said, walking over to me. I stood up, facing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back.

"Can I keep you?" I asked, crying.

"Sure, kid," he told me.

I didn't want to let go, I just wanted to stay there with him holding me. But I couldn't, so I let go of him.

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?" He asked, pushing the hair out of my eyes.

"No, I think that was it."

"Good," he said, leaning in to kiss me again.

"I don't want you to get hurt," I said, looking him in the eye.

"I know what I'm doing, kid, trust me." And I did, I trusted him. I wanted him to kiss me, so I let him.

"I've got to go back to my room," I said, pulling awake from him slowly. He pulled me back and held me and kissing me on top of my head.

"Stay here with me,"

"I can't, I've got to go," I told him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"All right," he said, giving me another kiss as I walked through the door.

"Goodnight, Logan,"

"Goodnight, kid,"