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Sidenote: More lyrics at the bottom. I've been trying to use spacers to keep the story from all flooding together but when I save the changes they take them away. Hopefully it'll work this time. Anyway, I'm sick, so I'm going to let ya'll get on with it and, hopefully, enjoy the story!

"Do you know how to play cards?" Logan asked me. It was around nine in the morning and we hadn't left his room since I had gotten there.

"I know how to play rummy…" I said sheepishly with a smile.

He let out a small laugh. "Pull up that chair and I'll show you how to play poker."

"But we don't have anything to play with," I said.

"You've never played strip poker?" he asked with a sideways smirk.

"Ha-ha, very funny, and no; I've not,"

"I've got some poker chips in one of my bags somewhere, I'll find them," he said, searching through the bags in his closest, most of which were half-empty with only a few cigars and lighters left in them. Finally, he pulled out a fairly small bag and emptied it onto his bed. Chips and a deck of cards fell from the bag onto his bed, a few spilled off and I picked them up and placed them with the other ones. It took him about ten minutes to show me how to play, and the differences between the colored chips, then he dealt three rounds in which I lost, but convinced him they were only 'practice rounds'.

"Alright, this is a real round now, put on your poker face,"

He just shook his head at me and dealt my five cards. I looked at them carefully, trying to decide if I had anything worth betting on. I had two threes and one seven, so I bet a hundred and twenty-one (just to get on his nerves because he didn't understand the point of me betting the extra 'one') in hopes of getting a three of a kind. I laid down my two cards I didn't want and picked up my two new ones. I had gotten another three, so I had my three of a kind, but then I realized that my other card was another seven…I had a full house. After betting once more, he showed me his cards, throwing down two pairs.

"What do you got?" he asked.

"Uh…a full house, does that beat two pairs?" I asked.

He sighed. "Yeah, that beats it,"

I clapped my hands. "Yay, I beat you!" I smiled. "I'm not too shabby, am I?"

"You lost the firs three games,"

"Those were practice games, so I could get the hang of it, I told you that. And, you have a bad poker face."

"I don't have a bad poker face," he said.

"I think you do,"

"This is the first time you've ever played, how would you know if I had a bad one?"

"Because I'm just that good Logan, you'll have to get over it one of these days," I said jokingly as he dealt another hand.

I was right in the middle of debating what I should put in for my second bet when he asked; "You wanna' go out?"

"No, I'm just thinking about my bet," I said.

He shook his head and laughed a little. "I meant for breakfast,"

I looked up at him from my chips. "Oh, uh…sure,"

"Alright, right after I win this hand we can go," he smiled smugly.

"Well, Mr. Logan, it may take a while before we get to eat because I don't think you're going to beat me," I smiled back. He, of course, won and then I left to get ready. I needed a shower and to find some of my clothes that were clean. I hadn't washed any in a while. I rushed through a quick shower and threw on some blue jeans and a sweater. After blow-drying my hair I had to do what took the most of my time getting ready; my makeup. I could keep dying my hair and wearing different clothes but my face still looked the same. So I took my time to apply it, dark eye shadow and liner. Which I was never allowed to wear at home. It looked too 'harsh' on my pale skin, my mother's make up person, Janice, would always tell me. I had even gotten Strom to buy me a pair of colored contacts so that I could change my bright green eyes to a dark brown color when I went out. It was important to me to look as little like Holly as possible and to become Jewel when I was out in public. My whole demeanor had to be changed. After about thirty or so minutes I was done and ready to go. I walked out of my bathroom and saw Logan sitting on my bed.

"This place looks…messier in the day time," he said to me with a smooth smile.

"Well, if you have such a problem with it then by all means, feel free to clean it anytime you want," I smiled back. "Let me grab my purse and I'm ready to go," I told him, slipping a scarf around my neck and knotting it in the front, then realizing that I always wore my scarves like that and changed it, allowing the ends to hang down in the front. Although I doubted anyone would notice how I wore my scarf, I wanted to be careful and make sure, just in case. I grabbed my purse from between my bed and nightstand. I'm not sure why I kept it there but I thought it was safe.

"Ready?" he asked, standing. He was wearing his ever-popular outfit of cowboy boots, blue jeans, a flannel shirt, a blue jean jacket and a leather jacket over it all with his big, redneck, belt buckle pulling it all together.

"Yeah,"

We took one of the school's cars and drove to a small diner only around ten or fifteen minutes from the school. It wasn't big or crowded so the two of us sat ourselves in a booth near the back. A woman came over to us and introduced herself; "Hi, I'm Elisabeth, I'll be your waitress, what would you like to drink?"

"Uh…" Logan said, looking at one of the menus, sounding disappointed that they didn't have anything with alcohol in it, "Coke."

"I'll have a coke as well," I said, looking up at her and smiling. Again with the polite thing; I was taught to smile about nearly everything when talking, at that point it was the only 'political manner' I had left. I quickly studied the menu for something that I would eat. By the time Elisabeth had come back with our drinks I was ready. Logan went first and ordered the big breakfast plate, which seemed to have been put together by someone who was obviously not Jewish. It had bacon, sausage, ham and Canadian bacon on it. 'Ahh, that's why he ordered it,' I thought, 'Canadian freak.'

"Can I have the Philadelphia burger without the green peppers and a side order or chili cheese fries?"

"You sure can,"

"Alright, thank you,"

"I'll be back in a bit with your orders," she smiled, walking away.

Logan stared at me, "What?" I asked, forcing a fake annoyed voice.

"The whole point of going out for breakfast is to eat breakfast," he said.

"I don't like breakfast food," I said defensively.

"Since when?"

"Since never, if I have to eat it then I will, but if I have a choice than I would rather have something else,"

I spotted a jukebox in a corner and quickly pulled two dollars from my purse. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"We need some music," I said with a smile. I walked to the jukebox and flipped through the pages after putting in my two dollars, which bought me four songs. I selected "I Won't Dance," by Frank Sinatra, "What a Beautiful World," by Luis Armstrong, "We Will Rock You," by Queen and "Cryin'" by Roy Orbison. When I came back to the booth, Logan didn't look too pleased with my song selection. "Oh come on, I picked a Queen song out for you,"

"I don't like Queen,"

"Well it sucks to be you then, doesn't it?" I said sarcastically. "Who do you like, if not Queen?"

"I don't know, I'm not a big music guy,"

"Come on, someone like you, spending you time traveling from bar to bar, you must listen to the radio quite a bit, don't you?"

"No,"

"Well why not?"

"I told you; I don't care for music,"

"Too bad, because from now on this is our song. Wherever I am, years from now, and I hear this song I'll think of you and the time we spent together in a small diner in Westchester. Yes, I can see it now; sitting by a fire in a rocking chair and telling my kids of the grumpy old man that I was eating with when they played this song," I said jokingly to egg him on.

"We ain't havin' grandkids," he said to me.

"Well technically you wouldn't get to decide that, you would only get a say in whether we had kids or not,"

"Alright, we ain't havin' kids,"

"Well what if I want kids? I mean, not right now, but someday, what about then?"

"We'll talk about it then,"

"Alright, fine," I said, pretending to be mad, but I couldn't hide my smile.

It wasn't long before our food came out and while we were eating an older, plump, woman came up to our table. "I hate to bother you miss, I was just sitting in my booth and I saw you and did you know that if it wasn't for your brown eyes and hair you would look just like the President's daughter Holly?" she asked.

I smiled at her sweetly, "I've heard that a few times since I've been here," I said. "We just got in from Canada and a few people have stopped to tell me that,"

"Oh, you're from Canada? How long have you been here?"

"Not too terribly long, we came down together," I said, motioning to Logan, "we came before the holidays." I wasn't completely lying, we had come down together, it hadn't been that long ago and it was before the holidays, I just didn't say which one.

"Oh…ooh!" she said, realizing that Logan and I were together, "are the two of you married?"

"No, uh…no," I said with a small smile.

"Well I'm sorry to have interrupted your breakfast; I just thought I would tell you how much you looked like her,"

"Alright," I smiled. I hated it when people made comments that I didn't know how to respond to, and since my, technically, looking like myself wasn't a compliment I couldn't exactly say 'Thank you'. It was just a statement. It drove me crazy. Finally, the woman went and sat back down at her table to eat by herself.

"You know, you do look like her," Logan said sarcastically as he bit into a piece of sausage.

"First of all; please don't talk with your mouth full, and second of all; you have severe problems and I've changed my mind, I don't want to have kids with you, they might inherit your messed up sensibility," I said, taking a sip of my coke.

He made a deep chuckle. "You think I'm the only one of the two of us that's got problems? You need to check again, darlin',"

"I'm perfectly normal, no one's ever complained before. I think it's just you,"

"You're normal?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"More than you,"

"And how do you see that?"

"Because I'm not Canadian," I whispered to him across the table with a wink. "So where are we going on Friday?"

"What's Friday?"

"You said you were taking me out for New Year's Eve," I said, slightly upset that he had forgotten when I had been so excited about it. He smiled slyly. "Oh you're such a jerk!"

"It's an Italian place that the Professor suggested, is that alright?"

"Yeah, if it's food it doesn't matter what kind,"

"Except breakfast,"

"Exactly,"

"Well here come the two love birds, did you wreck my car Logan?" Scott asked as we walked through the door.

"Didn't take it, someone else must have," Logan lied. I laughed and followed him up the stairs and to our rooms.

"I think I'm going to take a nap, you wear me out," I said, opening my door.

He smiled and nodded his head. "Alright," he said, pulling me to him and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved us back into my room, shutting the door and leaning up against it. He held the back of my head with one of his hands and wrapped the other one around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I ran my hands up through his hair, grabbing a handful and slightly tugging. "Watch the hair, darlin'," he joked, pulling his lips from mine and turning them upwards in a half grin.

"Sorry," I smiled back.

He ran his hand slowly down the side of my face, sending shivers across my skin. "I'll let you sleep," he said with one last small kiss and then leaving.

I didn't sleep; instead, I decided to clean my room. Logan was right; it was a mess. I piled all of my dirty clothes into my laundry basket, made my bed and tidied up my bathroom. I felt better about my situation when I cleaned; it was somewhat therapeutic to be able to take care of my things. Which, granted, at that point wasn't very much. I could feel somewhat responsible when I took care of myself. It was empowered to know that I didn't need my parents or Carls and Burkley looking after me all the time, and I was fine. The longer I was at the school, the better I felt about being myself, oddly enough. It was like before I had to watch everything that I did so that people would see me as a 'bright young woman,' but at the school, I didn't have to worry about what everyone thought about me. I could actually act my age, not like a forty-year-old married woman. For the first time in my life, as I pretended to be someone else, I had never felt more like me. As I carried my dirty clothes down to the laundry room I thought that perhaps I had always been 'Jewel' and I was, in fact, acting like 'Holly' all that time. Maybe I was meant to be like that but I had never had the opportunity.

"So is your reason to be here so that you have a place to make out with Logan and do your laundry?" Scott asked me as I shut the lid on the washing machine. I hadn't heard, or seen, him come in.

"You know, I don't think I did anything to piss you off, because if I did I don't remember it. I'm sorry if you think that I have some control of this…situation that we're waiting to hear the ruling on, but I don't, I didn't and I never have. I'm not stupid; I'm in this just as much as you and the students and all of the other mutants around the county. But for you to be rude to me because you're scared, which is what this is all about, is something you should deal with, not me." I said, grabbing my laundry basket from the floor and sitting it on top of the washing machine.

"I'm scared? Of what?" he asked with a forced laugh.

"You lost your wife and if this law is passed you'll lose this school which is the only home you've has since you were…fourteen, right? And you'll also lose the Professor, who has pretty much raised you. If you're not scared, you'd be stupid,"

"I just think that you could do something about it," he said, staring at me…at least I think he was.

"Like what? You tell me what to do, give me a solution that doesn't have any problems, give me a plan that isn't going to come back on these kids, give me that and I'll do it. Otherwise just leave me alone about it, because I can't think of anything better to do than to just wait,"

"I don't understand why you can't just go back and tell him that you're a mutant, he won't pass it if he knows his daughter will be hurt by it,"

"Because if it were just that easy then I would, wouldn't I? If I tell him about me then it could get out into the public and he could lose his job because of it. If that happens then there will be a strong demand to have a registration act put into effect so that they'll know everything about the future Presidents and their children. That is not a good solution and I'm sorry if I'm grasping for straws here but I'm thinking that the chances of my own father passing the law is a lot lower than him being stripped of his position and it being passed that way. I'm not doing this to be selfish, if that's what you're trying to get at,"

He lowered his head, thinking. "You're right, I'm sorry," he said quietly, walking to the door.

"About what?" I asked, wanting to hear him tell me specifically why he was apologizing.

"For giving you a heard time, I'm mad that Logan can just move on so quickly while it still kills me to wake up in an empty room."

"So you take it out on me?"

"I just feel like this situation could be taken care of, even though I don't know how, and I blame you for that, whether it's really your fault or not. And I blame him for bringing you here because if I didn't know you then I wouldn't blame you,"

"You know, it sucks that you lost Jean, she seemed like a very nice person, but for you to be pissed at Logan because he and I are together is stupid. He's not over her and I'm sure that neither of you will ever be, but isn't that something you should take care of instead of making rude comments to me? I don't know your whole history with Logan, I don't know everything that happened between the two of you over her, but you're both adults, so shouldn't you act like it?"

"I said I was sorry,"

"But are you?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't," he retorted angrily.

"Alright then," I said turning back to see how much time was left on the washing machine, assuming that he was leaving. However, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to see him standing right in front of me. Before I knew what was going on he had his mouth to mine, kissing me. I was in too much shock to protest, how had we gone from arguing to kissing? Had he asked if he could kiss me? Had I said 'yes' without remembering? Certainly not, but the thought of him just…kissing me like the way he was, was odd. I soon fought through my shock and pushed him away from me. As I stuck out my hands, stopping him, I saw that they weren't visible. I quickly looked at the rest of my body and all of me was gone. "What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm sorry, I just…sorry,"

"You just what?" I yelled in a shrill voice. I couldn't believe that Scott, of all people, would just start making out with me in the laundry room.

"I wanted to understand why he did it,"

"Why who did what?" I asked, still yelling.

"I wanted to know how hard it was for Jean to stop Logan from kissing her,"

"Are you aware of the fact that I am not Jean and you are not Logan?"

"Yes, but he loves you as much as I loved her and I just wanted to know if it was easy for her to stop him,"

"You have some serious problems that need to be resolved in a way that doesn't involve me,"

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't plan it, I'm just really sorry,"

"Look," I said, grasping to get a hold of my emotions so that I could become visible again. "If you don't say anything to anyone about this, and I mean anyone, even if the Professor asks you don't say a word, then I won't say anything either. I won't tell Logan and he won't kill you, okay?"

He nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, okay," he said and walked away. After he shut the door, I went to sit in the chair that was in the right corner of the same wall as the washing machine and dryer. I tried to set the rhythm of my breathing to make it even, breathing in and holding for seven seconds, then letting it out and hold for seven seconds.

"Are you alright darlin'?" I heard a deep voice growl from near the door. I looked up from the floor where I was concentrating on to keep my focus. I saw Logan standing in the doorway. I wasn't completely visible but I gave him a small smile anyway.

"Yeah,"

"I saw Scott coming out of here; did he say something to you?"

"No, he didn't say anything to upset me, it was just something…it was something else,"

"Are you sure?"

I saw my hands slowly come back to color and visibility. "Yeah, I'm sure, I was just thinking and got a little upset, that's all," I lied.

He looked down at the floor and nodded his head. He knew I was lying but I wondered to what extent. Did he think that Scott was just picking on my or did he know exactly what had happened? I highly doubted the latter considering he hadn't chased Scott down and killed him already. "I just came to tell you that I have to go out for a while, I'll be back later tonight before dinner,"

"Okay, be careful," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, okay, bye," he said leaving the room.

I sat by myself, stunned that I had just lied to him. We had always been open with each other, or so I had thought. He hadn't told me about kissing Jean, I had found out about that on my own. Therefore, I decided that it could easily be rationalized for keeping what had happened from him. It still hurt, though. I didn't like the thought of keeping something from him. I was left alone the entire time of doing my laundry, and since meeting Logan, actually felt it.

I want you to want to know me
I want you to call my name
Wish that you would know
There's more than meets the eye
There's more to find
I want you to start asking questions
I want you to understand
There's so many people around
And once again
I'm getting lonely.