Disclaimer: This is it, the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it so far! In case it wasn't clear enough in the first 3 chapters here I go once more; I do not own any of the X-Men chacters nor do I own the rights to the title of my fan-fic. I do, on the other hand, own a sock-monkey named Mr. Boo-Boo Socks. Thank you for all of the kind reviews and enjoy the rest of my story!

"Are you almost ready?" Rouge called out. She was sitting on my bed flipping through the TV channels. It was Friday, New Years Eve.

"Yeah, I'm done." I said from my bathroom, shutting off my hair dryer. I studied myself in the mirror; my skin was a pale color, my hair was long and unruly, and blue had started creeping into the color of my eyes. I had always thought that I was fairly pretty, but in comparison I wasn't sure how I stacked up. I sighed loudly. "This is as good as it gets," I whispered to myself, trying to smooth my hair down some to keep it from looking unkempt and slept on.

I exited my bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

"So are you ready to go downstairs, I think everyone's gonna watch the ball drop together?" Rouge asked.

"Yeah, let's go," I said.

We took the elevator down to the first floor and saw Bobby sitting at the bottom of the stairwell, waiting for us. We all walked into the living room together, where I immediately spotted Logan. I wanted to go talk to him, but we had agreed to keep it cool in public. There was too much going on for us to tell anyone. I couldn't even tell Rouge, and she was my best friend. The problem there was that Rouge had liked Logan, Bobby like Rouge and they were dating. Logan liked Dr. Grey, but she was married to Scott, and I liked Logan a lot and he said he like me. The whole situation was complicated and reminded me so much of high-school; it wasn't a love triangle it was more like a love octagon.

I waited a while and said 'hi' to a few people before making my way over to Logan. Bobby and Rouge followed me.

"Hey Logan," Rouge said.

"Hey," he said, then looking at me he asked; "What did you do to your hair?"

I tugged on a small piece and smiled shyly. "I don't know, it just doesn't want to do anything right tonight, I guess."

He raised his eyebrows and looked around the room, once his eyes stopped and settled I turned to see what he was looking at; Dr. Grey. She was wearing a short, black cocktail dress. She and Scott had just gotten back from going out to dinner together. And there I was, standing in front him in just blue jeans, a sweatshirt and my furry, hot pink slippers. How could I compete with her?

"Did Scott and Dr. Grey go out somewhere?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"Yeah, they had a date," Rouge said.

I flashed a fake smile. "They're so cute together, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Rouge answered.

It was mean, I knew it, and blame it on the lack of oxygen to my brain but I wanted to test Logan. I knew we weren't being public about the two of us but I felt as if he were ignoring me and that he paid more attention to me before he knew that I liked him.

"I'm going to go get something to drink; I'll be back in a bit." I said, starting off towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, me too," I heard Logan say and then follow me. We both walked into the kitchen and he closed the door behind him. I opened the refrigerator, pulled out a Coke, popped it open and closed the door. I pulled up a stool and sat down at the counter of the island in the middle of the room. He stood up against a cupboard.

"Are you going to get something or do you want a sip of mine?" I asked.

"Why did you say that?"

"Say what? That you could have a sip of mine? You can get one of your own; I was just trying to be nice, sorry."

"About Jean,"

I thought for a second. "About she and Scott being cute together?" I asked. "I didn't realize it was such a big deal." I tried to keep a straight face, but I was just glad he couldn't read my mind.

"You know how I feel abut her," he said.

"I'm sorry, how you feel or how you felt because there is a huge difference?" I said with a slightly forceful tone. He bent his head and looked down at the floor. "Logan, just tell me what you're talking about?" He didn't say anything. "All right, I guess I know what you're talking about then," I said, standing up and walking to the door.

"Lee, I do still…care about Jean, I'm not going to lie," he said, "but I care about you, too."

"So, who is it then; me, because I'm not married?" I asked. "I'm not going to be you're little backup plan, Logan. I really like you and you're just playing games with me."

"I'm not playing games with you,"

"Yes you are! What do you call what you're doing right now if not toying with me?"

"I can't help what I feel," he said. He was starting to get angry and his voice was rising.

"Unfortunately, neither can I," I said, leaving the kitchen. He didn't follow me back into the living room. My best guess was that he either went back to his room or left the house. I watched the ball drop with Bobby and Rouge. I didn't have a problem with them, but I wanted Logan to be there with me, I couldn't help it.

I was asleep, having a dream that I was in my room back at home, but my parents wouldn't let me out. I was banging on the door, over and over and over. I slowly woke up to realize that someone was actually knocking on my door. I got up and stumbled to it in the dark, opening it just a few inches to see who it was. There was Logan, standing with his arm out stretched, propping himself up.

"What do you want?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I want to talk to you,"

"I thought we already talked,"

"We need to talk again,"

"All right, come in," I said, walking back to my bed, turning on the lamp beside it and sitting down Indian style. After walking in and closing the door he came and sat down on the edge of my bed, beside me.

"Listen kid, I don't want you to be mad at me, I know that I shouldn't have said what I did,"

"No, there was nothing wrong with what you said; it's what's going on. Who do you even want?"

"You,"

"Then what's up with Dr. Grey? How does she fit into all of this?"

"I think that I only wanted her because I couldn't have her,"

"But you still want her,"

"Not if it means losing you,"

"You don't know what you want,"

"No," he said, "I want you."

"I thought just about four hours ago you still had feelings for her? I know this isn't easy for you to talk about stuff like this but you've got to try to explain it to me, because I have no clue what you're talking about one minute to the next."

He stood up from my bed and paced from one side to the other, his hand placed on his hips. "I love you,"

My breath was caught in my chest, I was wide awake.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"I don't love her," he said, standing in front of me and looking me in the eyes, "I love you."

I started crying but my tears turned to ice as the left my eyes.

"Why are you doing this? Don't be in love with me!"

"What do you want me to do? You want me to say that I only want you and when I finally tell you that I love you, you don't want that either?" He said, yelling.

"I'm dying!" I yelled back. "Don't you get that? You can't be in love with me!"

His face softened from being angry and still wanting to scream to pity and compassion. "I'm not letting that stop me," he said, wiping the frozen tears from my face. I could hear them hit the floor.

"But it will," I said, "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I can take care of myself, don't worry." He pulled me to him and I laid my head against his chest. "You're not gonna leave me kid."

I couldn't remember falling asleep, I just remembered Logan holding me. I couldn't remember waking up either, I just was. I was awake when my alarm clock when off. I hit the snooze button and laid in bed think about what had happened the night before. That day felt different, I didn't feel afraid and everything felt right. Once my alarm clock rang the second time I shut it off and get out of bed. I opened my curtains. I couldn't remember the last time they were opened. It was a beautiful day outside, there was snow everywhere but the sun was shining. It was a new year, a second chance to start everything over again. Why were we so lucky as to get a second chance at our life? I felt happy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and on that day I knew that I was in love.

"Nervous?" Logan asked.

"No." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay…a little." I said, fidgeting with my hands, which I tended to do when I was nervous. He grabbed my left hand and held it.

"Don't worry kid, it'll be alright."

We were walking to the restaurant that I was supposed to be meeting my dad at. It was a small place that I had never heard before called The Moonlite Café. It was around ten minutes away from the first subway we usually took going into the city. Once we got to the front door a man greeted us, asking if we needed a table for two.

"No, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here," I said with a smile.

"Under what name?" he asked.

"Uh," I said, thinking. Sadly I had forgotten that we shared the same last name. "Brice, I suppose."

"Okay, we have three Brice parties here today, what's the first name?"

I thought hard. "Ronald or Ron," I said.

"Okay, here we go, let me show you to the table." Logan and I followed him until he stopped at a table with a man sitting at it. The man sitting was going bald, and what was left was nearly all gray. The greeter left us two menus on the table before leaving. Logan sat down in the chair across from my father, nearest the wall.

"Alicia, wow," my dad said standing up, attempting to hug me. Instead I stuck out my hand for him to shake. "You've grown up a lot." He motioned for me to sit down; as if I was waiting to actually make sure it was okay. I loathed him.

"Yeah, I guess that's what ten years can do to you, imagine that?" I said sarcastically.

"Oh, and you are…?" My dad asked Logan, completely sidestepping my remark.

"Logan," he said. They shook hands.

"I didn't know she was bringing anyone else?"

"I've been fainting some lately; I just need someone with me to make sure I'm all right." I said. It wasn't all a lie, I did fait at times and it was nice to have someone with me. I just failed to mention that Logan wouldn't let me go without him. Logan stifled a laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, pulling a cigar out of his pocket and placing it in his mouth. He felt around in his jacket for his lighter.

"This is a smoke free restaurant." I said.

"So?" he asked.

"You can't smoke at the table, it makes me sick."

"All right," he said putting it back inside his jacket pocket.

"Thank you," I said.

"Sure kid,"

We sat and talked for around two hours, everything seemed to be going okay. The conversations were a little rough; my father had no clue how to keep one going. We were sitting there drinking coffee, except for Logan, and he was asking me about school for the third time.

"So, what's your gift?" he asked.

"What?" I asked shocked. How did he know that I had a gift?

"The school you go to is for gifted kids, what do you do?"

"Oh," I said relieved, "I play-" My breathing stopped. I could feel my chest burning, this was it; my lungs were crystallizing. "Logan," I gasped, grabbing his arm. I looked at him and there was fear in his eyes. He grabbed me and held me, he was shaking.

"It's gonna' be okay, kid." He said to me before yelling; "Someone get help!" I wasn't fully conscious, but I think my father or someone in the restaurant had called nine-one-one and they had sent an ambulance over. When I was awake I tried my hardest to breath, but it hurt so bad. I didn't know what to do. I woke up once in the ambulance and nearly panicked when I didn't see Logan, but he was sitting beside me and grabbed my hand. I need him to hang onto.

The next time I woke up I was being rushed down a hall on a stretcher. I had an air mask on, but it wasn't helping. I could feel my chest burning as it froze. My veins felt like they were being sliced open as the blood in them starting freezing, turning to ice.

But as all of the pain was surging through my body, I felt better knowing that Logan was still there with me. I prayed he wouldn't leave.

After that I felt conscious, but my eyes wouldn't open. I could hear everything, but I didn't know where I was at. I heard doctors and nurses talking, but the last thing I heard was someone yelling.

"No, she's not dead, she's not dead! No…" It was Logan. I think he was crying, but I couldn't tell. There was another noise in the background and began listening to it. It was my heart monitor…flat lining. I knew it would kill Logan.

I was sweating and couldn't breathe well because it was so stuffy.

"It's so hot," I mumbled, my eyes fluttering open.

"Hey," my mom said, leaving over my bed, "how are you?"

"Hot, it's really stuffy," I said, looking around.

"Here, let's take some of these blankets off and then I'll fix the thermostat." She said, taking about four blankets off of me. Then she went and turned on the air conditioner on, and came and sat back down beside me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You passed out in the restaurant that you were eating in with your father and someone called for an ambulance."

"I know…" I said, taking a deep breath and trying to pace out my words which seemed to be mumbling themselves in my head. "What happened here? The last thing I sort of remember is hearing Logan yell. What happened?"

She looked down at one of the blankets and gently squeezed my left hand, which she was holding. "We thought we had lost you," she said looking back up at me with tears in her eyes and a small smile. "Your heart stopped for twenty minutes, they tried shocking it back but it wouldn't work. Then…it just started working on its own. Your body started warming up; they said it was nearly frozen. But you came back to us. They thought that you might be in a coma for a while, but one of the doctors said you would be okay, that your body was just catching up and taking care of itself."

I sat up in bed slowly; I was still a little dizzy. "Where's Logan?"

My mom smiled at me. "I'm right here, kid," he said. He was standing in the doorway. I started crying and he came over to me and held me.

"Thank you so much, I was so scared and you were right there with me. Thank you, thank you." I said quietly, breathing him in. He smelled like cigars and cheap cologne. He was beautiful.

I could feel. I felt his hands, his arms, I could feel him. He let go and sat down on my bed, opposite of my mother.

"I'm okay now," I said, "I'm not dying."

"I know," he said, looking me in the eye. "You're gonna' be okay, kid, I told you I wouldn't let you leave me."

"You are so arrogant!" I said with a laugh, wiping away a tear. He smiled at me and held my hand. "Please don't ever let go of me, I love how your hand feels holding mine."

"I won't," he said. "It's a little cold in here, isn't it?" My mother laughed.

"I'm burning up!" I said with a smile. "I can actually feel it and it feels wonderful."

I was touching everything, the bed, my blankets, my mother's hand, Logan's hand. His hand felt so strong. I ran my fingers over his knuckles. How could something so powerful, so strong be in my small hand? I loved his hands. While we were talking I found out that I had been unconscious for three days, my dad had gone back home and had called once to see how I was.

The doctors didn't know why my lungs started to unfreeze, or how my heart started back, or even how my blood defrosted itself. We never found out how I got my disease or how I lost it. Some doctors thought because I had officially 'died' that my body had ridded itself of it. Maybe my body knew how to take care of itself, after it. Logan was able to heal back after being cut, or hurt, Rouge was able to take powers from other people just from a touch, and Bobby could freeze anything with his hand. Maybe I was a small part of the rest of them, maybe it was another one of my powers, I didn't know.

After about ten minutes Logan said he was going to call the school and tell them that I was awake. Once he left and shut the door my mom stood up and paced around my bed for a bit. Finally she stopped at the foot of it, "I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?"

"For ever making you feel like you didn't belong in the family. You mean so much to us and I don't want you to feel like this gift that you have makes you an outsider. I want you to be able to come home and not worry about anything, but I want you to feel free to go to school without feeling like you're choosing sides."

"I know momma, I was just upset when I said that stuff before."

"No, it was the truth; we don't know you, we don't know your friends, we don't know anything about you, and I'm so sorry. You're my baby and I always thought I would have time to catch up with you, but I haven't. Teachers, students and complete strangers know you better than I do."

"What complete strangers?" I asked.

"Him," she said, pointing to the door. "Logan, I don't know him and he knows. He adores you, I can see it when he looks at you. And I don't even know him."

"He told me…that he loved me." I said.

"What did you say?"

"I think I started crying and told him not to," I said with a laugh.

"Do you love him?" She asked.

I took a deep breath. "Yeah…I think I do. I mean, I know I love him, but…I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with him."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, there's only four months until schools out and I'll be going to college in the fall." I said. "I don't know, but I need him."

"Well, he's not as bad as I thought he was. He's a very nice man and you're both adults," she said, "and he's not half bad looking."

I laughed. "This means a lot to me."

"I know sweeties," she said coming over to hug me. "I love you,"

"I love you too, momma."

I got to leave the hospital two days later and went back to the mansion. My parents, my brother and my sister stayed for a week but then left again. The next four months seemed to fly by.

Logan asked me to go to Canada with him for the summer to see if he could find anything that would make him remember his past. I decided to go and we spent three months trying to find an old Navy base that he had had a dream about. We couldn't find it, but I promised him I would go with him again next summer. I was accepted at NYU and attended that fall. I went back to the mansion on the weekends to see Logan and everyone else. I was studying to become a doctor so I could teach at the mansion. Dr. Grey was helping me out a lot and we've actually become quite close.

But now it's winter again, and I can't tell you how odd it is, but in some strange way I've missed the cold. There's something familiar and comfortable about it. And even now as I walk to my car to head back to NYU I don't regret anything I've done. I've lived my life like I was going to die; doing everything that I wanted and I got a second chance. I rose from the dead for a second chance at living and I've lived everyday as if it were my last. Because who knows what you'll miss if you forget to live? I wouldn't have fallen in love. And that, no matter how different mutants and humans are or will ever become is a common link that we have; we need to feel and touch, to have someone give them their heart and take theirs in return. We want to feel loved, wanted and needed, and I have experienced all of these in my few short years of life. So to those who have given it to me, I say thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me everything I've ever needed, even more for what I wanted. For those who believed in me and who would never let me down, and even those who did let me down and showing me that I can trust myself. To my family and my friends; you are my world, thank you.

The End