Disclaimer: Same stuff, I own nothing, I am poor, suing would be utterly pointless.

Sidenote: Again, more lyrics, back at the bottom this time. These are some of my favorite though, as it's my favorite song (which you could probably tell). Please enjoy!

"Holly, wake up, come on, you need to wake up,"

"Just ten more minutes Storm," I said, rolling over in bed. When had I gone to bed?

"Sweetie, you need to wake up," a woman, who was not Storm, said. My eyes lifted half way open and I saw that I was in a white room that looked familiar. Was it the Professor's room? If it was, why was I there instead of my own? And who was that irritating woman who kept telling me to wake up? I slowly lifted my body from the bed to see a woman in a suit sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're at home, we brought you home," she smiled at me.

I felt groggy and cranky and did not want to talk to anyone that cheerful. "What do you mean I'm at home, whose room am I in, why am I not in my own?"

"You are in your room," she said, still smiling.

My head was pounding and I was not feeling too great, but as I carefully looked around the room, I realized that it was my room, my room in the White House. Why was I there, how had I gotten there? I suddenly became very panicked. "Oh crap," I said, jumping off the bed, I was still in my dress.

"It's okay, you're safe now," she tried to calm me.

"Safe from what?" I asked, yelling.

"Safe from the people who took you away, you're going to be fine; everything's going to be okay."

I felt like there was a thick cloud of fog hovering over my brain, making everything hazy. "Where's my father? I want to talk to him!"

"He's overseeing the interrogation of the man they found with you,"

"What?"

"He's in one of the interrogation offices; I can call him and have him come up here, if you want?"

"No, I want you to take me to him," I demanded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Alright then, follow me," she said. I quietly followed her out of my room and down to the wing underneath the actual house that had the interrogation offices in it. No one spoke a word to me as I passed, I knew I looked like crap and I was pissed off and panicked. She let me into a hallway where I had only been once or twice before while living there. She told one of the agents watching the door that I was there to see my father and he called it in on his earpiece, and then opened the door for me when they said it was clear for me to come in. I walked into the room, the tile floor cold against my bare feet. My father grabbed me and hugged my tightly.

"Oh I missed you, sweetheart; I knew we would get you back,"

"I missed you too, Daddy," I said, forgetting all about why I was there.

"We're going to get all of the people who did this to you,"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, pulling away from him.

"The people who took you away, we've already gone one and I'm sure he'll tell us who all was in on it, soon,"

I suddenly spotted the glass window and I wondered why it had taken me so long to see it. There, behind the glass, was Logan. He was sitting in a chair and his hands were handcuffed behind his back. There were two guards and one interrogator in the room with him. I couldn't hear what they were saying but he looked very upset. I ran to the window and placed my hand against the glass, reaching out to him. I knew he couldn't see me; it was just a mirror on the other side.

"What are they saying? I want to hear what they're saying!" I said frantically.

"Turn the sound on," my father told one of the agents in the room with us. He flipped a switch on a small control panel on the wall and the sound of the voices of the people from the next room came to life.

"How long has he been in there?" I asked.

"All night," my father answered.

"So where did you take her from?" the interrogator asked Logan.

"I told you; I didn't take her, I found her in a bar."

"So, so you see her in a bar, she's drunk and an easy target. So you over power her and take her with you to Westchester,"

"No, she wasn't drunk,"

"So she put up a fight then? Or did you tell her that it would be okay to ride with you?"

"Look, she was in the same bar as me, a guy who was drunk started a fight with her and slapped her. I stopped him and he tried fight with us both, the bartender told us to leave and I gave her a ride so she wouldn't be with the drunk guy,"

"How long ago was that?"

"Three months ago, I guess,"

"And what happened between you meet her and last night? That must have been one heck of a road trip?" Logan didn't say anything.

"I want to talk to him," I said.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Holly," the irritating woman who had led me down there said.

"Why are you?" I asked.

"I'm Janet Marshall, I was appointed to look after you,"

"Well, I was talking to my father and I want to talk to him," I said, pointing to Logan through the glass.

"Honey, I don't know if that would be a smart move, they're trying to break him,"

"About what, he didn't do anything!"

"He kidnapped you,"

"No, I ran away, didn't you read my letter?"

"What letter?" he asked.

"I left you and mom a letter before I left telling you that I was leaving, didn't you get it?"

"No,"

"No one kidnapped me, I left and he has nothing to do with it,"

"Okay, you can talk to him then," my father agreed. He thought I was lying. He walked me to the next room and opened the door for me and I saw Logan immediately. "My daughter wants to talk to him,"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," the interrogator said.

"Just let her talk to him for a little bit, Jim, you aren't getting any where," my father said to him quietly. Jim glowered at me.

"Okay, fine,"

"I want to talk to him alone," I said.

"What, no," my father said.

"Fine, you stay, everyone else leaves, all of the agents, everyone. I don't want anyone watching in the booth or anything," I told them.

"Okay Jim, get your guys and get out," my dad said and then tapping on the mirror, "you hear that guys? Pack it up for a minute,"

Slowly everyone left and closed the door behind them.

"Logan," I started.

"They're still watching," he said, interrupting me.

"Can you make them leave?" I asked my dad, pointing to the double-sided mirror.

"They're gone now," Logan said after a second.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah,"

I took my time, trying to gather my thoughts. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Did you turn me in?"

"No," he said, frustrated that I would think he did.

"Who did?"

"I don't know,"

"Are you sure about that?"

"If I had turned you in why would I be sitting in an interrogation room?"

"If you didn't do it then why are you still sitting there?" I asked as a sudden thought popped into my mind. "You've had this planned since the beginning, haven't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That storm, it wasn't real, it was so I would go into that bar and meet you. The Professor sent you up there to get me, didn't he? He made that guy hit me so that you would save me and I would trust you,"

"Yeah, ole' Chuck has a real habit of making drunk guys smack people around," he retorted sarcastically.

"That meeting was staged, you knew that I would be listening in on it and you made the whole thing up. You and Scott even pretending to get in a fight to make it seem real…and that night you asked me to go out with you because you had planned to set me up, but I was getting suspicious so you told me that you….you were just pretending to like me so I would trust you. It's all about saving your own skin, right Logan?"

"No,"

"Yes, and Scott was trying to tell me and I was so wrapped up in you that I didn't get it,"

"What did he say to you?"

"I told him that you didn't want anything from me and he asked if I was completely sure,"

"Was that when you were making out with him in the laundry room or before then?"

"I wasn't making out with him, he kissed me, and I made him stop,"

"Then why did you lie about it?"

"Well I figured that I had as much right to since you lied to me about kissing Jean,"

"I didn't like to you about that,"

"You didn't tell me about it,"

"Fine, we're even then,"

"I don't want to be even,"

"What do you want?"

I walked over to where he was sitting, moving my face right next to his, staring him in the eye. "Are you aware of the fact that you are sitting in an interrogation office in a wing of the White House being accused of kidnapping the President's daughter?"

He stared back at me, "Are you aware that I can't see you?" he asked.

I looked down at myself and saw that I was invisible. I looked over at my father who had a shocked look on his face. I had screwed up, big time.

"What did you do with her?" my father yelled at Logan.

"Nothing, I'm right here," I said.

"Where? I don't see you,"

"I know, I'm…invisible, it's a bit of a problem at the moment,"

"Just calm down, darlin'," Logan said to me.

"Don't you think I'm trying?" I yelled.

"No, I think you're yelling at me,"

I took a couple of deep breaths and saw myself coming back.

"What did he do to you?" my father asked.

"Nothing, I'm…I'm a mutant, that's why I ran away. I heard you talking about passing the registration law, I had to get out of here, and so I ran to Canada. I did meet Logan there and he was just taking care of me when he offered me a ride. I knew I could trust him, he took me to a house that I've stayed at these past few months, it was where I wouldn't get hurt and didn't have to worry about people knowing about my powers,"

"That mutant school is Westchester where Lt. Col. Stryker tried to detain students?"

"That's what he told you he was going to do. He took some of the students and tried to use a device that would kill all of the mutants, and then it was reversed and began attacking normal humans."

"I was part of the group of mutants that came to you in your office before you gave your speech on TV that day," Logan said.

"So…I don't understand, if you weren't kidnapped then how did I talk to you during the ransom calls?" my father asked.

"What ransom calls?"

"A person started making phone calls saying that they had you and they wouldn't give you back until we passed the Mutant Registration law. Whenever I asked to speak with you they would let me,"

"They could have recorded me talking on television or anything. Have you already passed the law?" I asked.

"No, we were going to tonight,"

"Please don't, please,"

"I was only going to do it to get you back,"

"Good,"

"Why did you never tell your mother or mo about you being a…mutant?"

"Because when I found out you were already a senator and I was just never able to tell you,"

"And you…you're a mutant, too?" he asked Logan.

"Yeah,"

"Dad you have to let him go, he didn't do anything wrong,"

"I'll do what I can, sweetheart,"

For the next two days, I didn't know what was going on with out situation, but my father had agreed to keep our secret safe. I barely left my room at all, worried about everything that was going on. They had tracked down the people who had faked my kidnapping and traced it back to a woman who had worked in the White House, doing the cleaning. She wan an Anti-Mutant activist who had stolen the letter from my room and faked ransom phone calls to my father using a taped record to make him think that he had been talking to me. They had told him that once the Mutant Registration law was passed they would hand me over to his agents.

I also found out that the woman who had come up to Logan and I when we had gone out to eat breakfast and told me that I looked like 'Holly' had turned me in. She overheard Logan telling me that we were going to an Italian restaurant and when she had phoned into the information center to report that she had seen me, they had sent out S.W.A.T. teams to every Italian restaurant in Westchester.

Why I hadn't remembered anything other than talking to the female agent was because she had drugged my water. They had attempted to drug Logan but because of his rejuvenating powers, it didn't work, after they told him it would be easier on me if he just followed their orders, he agreed to go willingly, and once he knew that I was all right.

Something much bigger than I had anticipated had happened within those four days, making a change that I hoped would be for the best.

I heard a knock on my door and called out for them to come in. I assumed it was just another doctor, or agent or someone who wanted to make me go back through the details of what had happened to me, or examine me to make sure that there was nothing wrong with me. I didn't move, I just stood there staring out my window and watching the snowfall.

"Hey darlin'," I heard a deep voice growl from my door. I turned around to see Logan standing in my doorway. I ran to him and hugged him. He held me to him closely, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He buried his face into my hair and kissed me on top of my head.

"I didn't know what they were going to do to you, I was so scared," I said, holding him as closely as I could.

"It's alright, shh," he said to me as I began crying, nuzzling his nose against my neck. I raised my head and gently pressed my lips to his, kissing him. I ran my fingers through his hair and down the side of his face, keeping my hands on his cheeks.

"I can't go back with you," I said, pulling away from him. He continued to hold me to him with one of his hands.

"Why not?"

"I have to stay here,"

"You have to?"

"I promised my parents I would. If I go back then they'll want to send agents with me and they can't know about it,"

"I'll stay here with you, then,"

"You can't,"

"Why?" he asked, frustrated.

"Because that's you home, I'm not going to keep you from it,"

"You're not,"

"My parents don't want me to see you anymore," I said bluntly.

"Aren't you an adult, isn't that what you kept telling me?"

"Logan I'm sorry," I said, still crying. He wiped away my tears with his hand, his touch gentle. He gave me another kiss, and then he walked away.

I cursed myself for letting him go and decided that I couldn't lose him. I ran after him and stopped at the main staircase, he was heading for the door. "Logan," I called out. He turned around and looked at me, "I love you."

Everyone was watching us, but all I could see were Logan's eyes locked with mine. "You too, darlin'," he said, then left.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.