Disclaimer: I own none of the Marvel characters, sadly, or otherwise I would be quite rich, which I'm not...

Sidenote: More lyrics, this time sort of in the middle, they're in italics, though, so you should figure out that Logan isn't actually singing "You Look Wonderful Tonight" to her, although that would be quite funny. Please enjoy.

"Hurry, I wanna' see what you look like," Rouge said to me through my bathroom door. It was New Year's Eve and I was getting ready for my date with Logan.

"Okay, hang on," I said, tying the bow of my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the look of a distantly familiar person; Holly. I opened the bathroom door and Rouge grinned at and let out a giddy laugh.

"Logan is gonna' die, you look beautiful," she said.

I was wearing the dress she had given me for Christmas. It was a knee length, cap sleeved, ivory lace dress with a matching colored slip under layer and a thin black ribbon that went around the middle as a belt and tied in the front. I was also wearing the high heels that I had worn the day that I had run away, but I had to clean off the grass stains since I hadn't worn them since that night. I had curled my hair some, I had begun to get tired of it being straight all the time and thought it would look more romantic, which seemed to have been my theme. I went easy on the makeup, using a shimmery beige and ivory for them, and focusing on my mouth instead, since that's where Logan liked to spend so much time. I had used a teaberry colored lip-stain and put on a little bit of shimmering gloss. It wasn't quite as harsh as what I had grown used to but I still thought that I didn't look like me; I had never looked that way. And as it had been since I had received it, I was wearing the black cross necklace that he had given me.

"I hope that he's not mad at me for keeping him. I had the hardest time cleaning these shoes,"

"He's not gonna' care how long it took you," she said, still smiling.

I took a deep breath and realized that I was actually nervous about out date. I hadn't been nervous about going on a date since I was a teenager and yet I found myself fidgeting and slightly shaking. "Okay, I better not keep him waiting any longer; we were supposed to leave ten minutes ago."

She followed me as I walked down stairs, he had told me he would wait for me in the foyer, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, he wasn't there. I looked around, thinking that maybe he was planning to sneak up on me, which he seemed to enjoy doing, for some reason. However, I didn't see him, but I saw that the door to the Professor's office was opened some and thought I would go ask him. Rouge and I walked to the Professor's door and I lightly knocked on it before entering. After pushing the door open, I saw Logan and Storm standing in his office talking to him.

"Good evening Jewel, Rouge," he smiled to us.

"Good evening Professor," I smiled. "I hope I'm not intruding but if it's all possible, might I steal Logan for the rest of the night?"

"You're not intruding at all, and you may take him. I hope the both of you have a very good New Year's Eve," the Professor said with a kind smile.

I caught Logan staring at me from the corner of my eye and smiled. He had never looked at me as he did that night. It was as if even though I had been trying to convince him that I was an adult, and that's what he had thought of me, I had never looked that way, until that night. I wasn't expecting him to fall to his knees and proclaim his undying love to me and tell me that he thought I looked beautiful, with a stare like his I didn't need it.

"Alright, we'll be back later," he said.

"Have a good time and be careful," Storm said to us as we were leaving.

"We will!" I called back over my shoulder. We walked to the closest to get our coats and I finally took a look at what he was wearing; his cowboy boots, blue jeans, his belt buckle and a maroon shirt that wasn't flannel. It wasn't too terribly dressy, but I commended him for trying.

"You clean up pretty well, darlin'," he to me as he slipped on his leather jacket.

"You don't look too shabby yourself," I said with a wink.

We go a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
That's walking around with me
And then she asks me
Do you feel alright
And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight

I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
How much I love you

Together we drove to the small Italian restaurant that was only about twenty minutes away. It was not very fancy, I didn't really expect it to be, but it was nice and again; I just thought it was sweet of him to try. We were seated and given menus and as I was looking over mine, I saw someone in the corner of my eye and it caught my attention. There was a dark man in a suit standing by one of the doors, which wouldn't normally set me of since it was a holiday, but he was wearing sunglasses inside and when he turned his head I saw that he was talking into an earpiece. I looked to my left and saw another man doing the same and I started to worry.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked me. He could smell my fear.

"I don't know, just act normal," I said.

"Do you wanna' get outta' here?"

"No, nor right now," I said. He looked around and saw the same men.

"Look, we're gonna' order, sit here for a while and eat and then you're gonna act sick and we'll leave, got it?"

I tried to act casual and nod my head in response but I was getting panicky. "Yeah, alright," I said, forcing a smile. I wanted to blend in and not look like there was a problem.

"You're gonna' have to calm down or we're gonna' have another problem completely," he said to me.

I cursed myself for not letting the Professor help me control my powers. I was stupid to have thought that I could teach myself. I tried some deep breathing to regulate my heart rate so that I could attempt to look casual, or otherwise I wasn't going to be much to look at, period.

"So are we going home after this?" I asked, forging a conversation.

"I don't know, did you want to?" he asked, playing along.

"Why don't we drive out to Time Square and watch the ball drop?"

"If that's what you wanna' do, darlin'," he said just as our waiter came to take our order. I half mindedly ordered something, having not actually paid attention to my menu.

"May I offer you some wine?" our waiter asked.

"Yes please," I said with a smile. I had heard it could calm you down, which I could have used.

"May I see your identification then, please?" he asked.

"Oh, uh…" I said, trying to think of why I couldn't give it to him.

"You let your wallet at home, Jewel," Logan excused me.

"Oh, well, I suppose I'll just have to stick with water," I said.

"Alright, I'll be back with your order soon," he said, leaving. He was in on it.

Logan shifted his eyes around, trying to watch all of the men.

"How many are there?" I asked.

"Six that I can see,"

"I'm sure there's some sitting at the tables. Whenever I would go on a date they would post a few around me that looked like civilians just in case,"

"This isn't a date, this is a raid," he said.

"I know," I said, taking a sip of my water, "do they know it's me, though?"

"I can't tell,"

"Do you think it would be okay if I went to the bathroom?"

He gave a quick glance around without looking suspicious. I felt like he had been in that sort of situation before. "Yeah, just don't rush or take too much time,"

"Okay, I'll be back in a little bit then," I said, standing from the table, then leaning down and whispering in his ear; "Whatever happens, don't let them know what you are." I walked to the bathroom, passing the agents on my way in. I decided just to stay in there for a moment and try to calm down. I was getting far too nervous and jittery watching them all. It wasn't too long before a woman came in after me and began fixing her makeup in the mirror beside mine, where I was pretending to do the same. I knew she was secret service undercover and didn't give her a second glance, I just continued to act as if I was fixing my hair.

"This is a nice place, isn't it?" she asked.

I thought about using my English accent but thought that our waiter had probably been wired and they had already heard my voice. "Yeah, it's alright," I said, still playing with my hair.

"This is the first time I've ever been here; my husband and I just came from Washington for the New Years,"

"Washington the state or the capitol?" I asked not missing a beat while pretending to fix my lip-gloss.

"Oh, uh, the state, I've never been to the capitol…have you?"

"No, my boyfriend and I just came down from Canada for a visit, someone he knew suggested this place and we thought we'd try it out before going back home,"

"Ah, so when are you going back home?"

"I don't know. I wanted to drive out to New York City first, so probably in a few days,"

"So you drove here from Canada?"

"Yeah, he hates planes," I said, looking at myself in the mirror.

"So does my husband," she said with a smile.

"So much for men being the protectors," I said sarcastically, deciding not to smile, and then leaving. I went and sat back down across from Logan, our food already at our table.

"That woman who followed you in there," he started quietly.

"Is secret service, I know," I said, cutting him off.

"Did she talk to you?"

"Yeah,"

"How'd it go?"

I let out a long breath. "I just hope my acting skills are better than your poker face," I said with a slight smile.

We got through most of our dinner without anything going wrong and then it was time for me to fake sick. I waited until our waiter was at our table before I told Logan that I wasn't feeling well.

"Do you wanna' go back home?" he asked, keeping eye contact with me.

"No, I'll be fine, it's just a headache and I'm feeling a little dizzy, that's all,"

"I'm gonna' take you home,"

"Are you sure, you haven't even finished eating yet?"

"Don't worry about it, darlin'," he said to me, "can we get a check?"

"Yes sire, I'll be right back with yours," our waiter said, leaving.

"They're going to probably find a reason to talk to us, so just be natural about it, alright?" I said to him, still keeping eye contact.

"Yeah,"

After five minutes, our waiter brought our ticket. Logan carefully counted out the right amount and left it on the table. We were so close and I had never been so nervous in my life. Together we stood up and slipped on our jackets, him trying to look perfectly calm and me trying to look sick. We began walked to the door, I held onto his arm and leaned my head on his shoulder, trying to somewhat keep my face hidden. Logan had just pushed the door open when a man called out to him; "Excuse me sire, may I talk with you for a minute?"

Logan turned around and looked at him, I let go of his arm. "I'm in a hurry, she's sick and I need to get her home," he said, motioning to me.

"It's not going to take long; she can sit and wait for you,"

"I don't think you understand, I have to get her home. Now,"

"No, I don't think you understand sir," he said condescendingly, "this is pretty important."

"Do you have a business card and I'll call you?" Logan said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You know, with as long as we've been arguing about this we could have already talked about it and settled it."

Logan stepped back into the restaurant and turned to me, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back, sit here and wait for me," he told me. I sat down in one of the seats by the front door and watched him disappear behind a corner, following the man.

I hadn't been waiting long when a woman came up to me where I was sitting. "Hey, your boyfriend's in a bit of trouble and he's asked if we could give you a ride home"

"What kind of trouble?"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that right now but he said that you weren't feeling well and needed to be take home,"

"I'm feeling better, I'll wait,"

"I'm afraid you can't,"

"Why not?"

"Holly, he's going to be here for a while, it's pretty serious,"

"What did you call me?"

"He said your name was Holly,"

"No, it's Jewel and I would like to know who you are and why I should ride anywhere with you?"

"Well, Jewel, I work for the security here and it's okay, I'm safe, you can ride home with me and everything will be fine,"

"Can I hear him say that?"

"No, you can't,"

"Then I'm not going anywhere,"

"Listen, you're making this a lot harder then it has to be,"

"I don't think I am,"

"You think that this is a reasonable reaction to the situation?"

"I don't know, because you're not telling me what the situation is,"

She looked around her, "Do you want to go outside and talk?"

"Yes, because the New York winters just feel so lovely and refreshing to be out it," I replied sarcastically.

"Can I talk to you in here, then?"

"I suppose, but I'm not leaving until I get to talk to him,"

"Alright, would you like something to drink while you wait then?"

"Sure," I figured they wanted to talk to me and make sure I was or wasn't who they thought I was and when they could see that I wasn't who they were looking for they would release Logan. It wasn't long before she brought me back a glass of water and sat down beside me.

"So how long have you and your boyfriend been going out?"

"I don't know, a while," I said, taking a small sip of my water. It didn't taste funny and it looked clear, so I assumed that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Do you live around here?"

"No, we just came down from Canada,"

"Oh…that's a beautiful necklace, are you Catholic?"

"No, my boyfriend gave it to me, it has sort of an inside meaning,"

"Well that's very nice, all my old boyfriends ever gave me were the checks for dinner," she said with a forced laugh. "So he's good to you, yeah?"

"Yeah," I said with an obviously fake and forced smile.

"He looks kind of big and strong, not someone you would want to piss of,"

"Yeah, that would probably be a bad idea, I would think,"

"He's never gotten mad at you before?"

"Probably,"

"You don't know if he has or not?"

"Look, if you're trying to imply that he looks like someone who would hurt me then you're way out of line there. He's never hurt me before and even if he did it really wouldn't be the business of a security guard at a restaurant," I shot back, angry.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you,"

"Yes you did, you want me to get mad so that I'll leave, and by the way, I can go home by myself, I don't need someone to take me,"

"I'm just trying to make conversation," she said. I made a laugh and took another sip of my water. "What's his name?"

I didn't answer her because the sound of her voice was slow and fading, and I hadn't heard all of the question. My vision became blurry and then it all turned black.