Disclaimer: It's my birthday, don't sue, please?

Sidenote: Thank you to Regan Trinity for being my beta reader, or beta reading it...whatever, she proof read the chapters because I have dyslexia and tend to screw up parts of the story, so big thanks to her. On with the show.

After that, my birthday was rather uneventful and even though we hadn't gotten in trouble for going swimming by ourselves, we had a long sit down talk with the Professor about how we should have behaved like young adults and if we felt like we didn't need a chaperone we should have at least told someone where we were going.

I stayed up writing in my journal later that night, when someone knocked on my door. "Come in," I called out. I put the lid back onto my pen when the door opened and Logan walked in. "Hey, what are you doing sneaking around this time of night?" I asked, looking at my clock and seeing that it was past eleven o'clock at night.

"Just on my way to bed and wanted to say goodnight,"

"Alright, goodnight," I said.

"Look, I'm sorry if I seemed hard on you earlier down at the lake,"

"Don't worry about it, I know you're trying to be the 'responsible adult' now that you're going to be a teacher,"

"No, I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's your birthday and you were just trying to have fun,"

"Well, thanks for apologizing, I appreciate it, but it really is okay, I'm over it,"

"Yeah, well, I just wanted to tell you that," he said. Then glancing at my journal he asked, "What are you writing?"

"Nothing," I said lamely.

"Really?" he asked, his coy smile creeping across his face.

"Yes,"

"I wanna' see," he said, running to my bed and snatching it out of my hands.

"Logan, give it back!" I yelled.

"Be quiet kid, you'll wake everyone up," he said, holding me back and flipping to a page, where he began reading aloud. "I had another dream about him last night, we were out in the yard playing together, I was just about to see his face when Logan stormed into my room and woke me up. I love him but I really hate it when he does that, I was so close to finding out who he was.' Who who was?"

"None of you business, now give it back to me," I demanded.

"No, if I'm in here you have to tell me what it means," he said, holding the book above my head.

"I'm not being funny, that's my personal stuff, give it back,"

"Fine, here," he said, handing it back and starting to leave.

"My mother's boyfriend," I admitted before he walked out my door.

"What?"

"That's who I was having the dream about,"

"Why do you care about remembering him?" he asked, turning around.

"Because he was the closest thing I ever had to a father,"

"But you don't remember him?"

"No, not really, my memory is nearly as bad as yours, you know?"

"Why don't you just ask your mother?"

"Because I did once and she wouldn't speak to me for nearly a month because of it,"

"Why?"

"I don't know, she never told me why they broke up, why we left, I don't know anything about the situation and I can't remember anything about it, really. What I do remember is clouded and I can't ever see his face,"

"How old were you?"

"About five or six, I guess,"

"And you don't remember what he looks like?"

"No,"

"You have dreams about him?"

"Yeah,"

He paused for a second and the said; "I know what it's like to not be able to remember, kid. I would talk to your mom again, if it's that important to you,"

"It's not important; it's just something that bugs me,"

"It bugs you?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not a big deal," I lied.

"If you don't want to upset your mother why not go ask the Professor or Jeanie about it, they could probably help ya',"

"Yeah, I might,"

"Night kid,"

"Night Logan,"

I had never thought about it but I decided to take up Logan's idea and went to pay the Professor a visit the next day.

"I know what you want Haven, and I'm afraid that I can't do it," he said as soon as I sat down.

"Just listen to me,"

"No, I don't think it's a good idea right now,"

"Right now, why not right now?"

"Because Logan should have told you, since he suggested it, that I will not simply just read your minds whenever you feel like it. If I feel that there is a need for it then I will,"

"But why not right now, do you believe that there will be a reason for it later?" I asked, standing from my seat, following him as he rolled out of his office and down the hall.

"I would rather not say,"

"And I would rather that you did; if you know why I've come to you and you believe that it will be important at some point for you to read my mind and tell me about it, then why can't I know now?"

"Haven, I've read your mind before and I do know what you're looking for, however I believe that it is best for you to remember and figure it out for yourself,"

"With all due respect, sire, it's my mind, shouldn't I have the right to know what's going on inside of it?"

"Yes, you do, but you have the right to only remember what you do, or otherwise there would be no problem. Have a good day," he said, rolling away.

A few days later, I received my teddy bear, Peaches, in the mail, so I took him upstairs to put in my bedroom.

"Who's that from?" Logan asked, taking up my doorway with his shirtless body.

I hated it when he snuck up on me.

"None of your business," I said, propping it on my bed, in between my two pillows.

"Is it from the guy, Sean?" he asked with a distasteful look on his face.

"Maybe, why does it matter to you?"

"He's a little late on the birthday thing, isn't he?"

Sean was a guy that I had met at the mall a few months back and we had been dating for quite a while.

"It's not from him; it's one of mine that my mother sent me from home,"

"So he didn't get you a present?"

"No, he took me out,"

"He takes you out almost every weekend, how is that a present?"

"Well you didn't get me anything either, so it's not as if you can really talk," I shot back.

"Yeah, well, we're not dating,"

"Ah, ten points for Logan for being so observant," I said sarcastically.

"He's not good for you kid, I'm tellin' you," he said, walking away.

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you," I called after him.

Later that night I sat in the den with Logan, Jean, Scott and Ororo as they all watched TV and I tried to finish knitting a scarf that I had been working on since earlier that year, while it was still cold out. Soon, though, they left the room to just Logan and me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking over at me sprawled out on the couch with yarn twisted everywhere around me.

"I'm knitting, what does it look like?" I asked, not looking up from the needles I was holding in my hands, trying to remember to bring the right needle in from the back and not the front.

"It looks like you're making a mess," he said, standing from the chair he was in and coming over to the couch I was sitting on. "Move over,"

I moved my legs out of the way and allowed him to sit beside me. "You know, you could stab someone with these needles and it would hurt pretty badly, I bet,"

He looked at me with a questioning expression painted on his face. "Why hasn't the Professor already taken those things away from you?"

I finally looked up at him, confused. "Why would he?" I asked.

"You're talking about stabbing people with them," he deadpanned.

"I was making conversation, and they probably would hurt, that's all I was saying," I defended.

"You need help, kid," he said as he flipped through the channels.

"And you don't?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"No," he said with a small smirk.

"So who did this to you?" I asked, starting a new row on my scarf.

"Did what?"

"Domesticated you,"

"You think I'm domesticated?" he asked, look amused.

"You're sitting in a school, watching TV, making fun of a twenty-two year old girl about knitting and you nearly had a coronary the other day down by the lake," I said with a smile. "I bet it was Jean, wasn't it? That's why you act like this,"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, you're trying to be like Scott so she'll notice you,"

He looked at my through furrowed eyebrows; he had stopped flipping through the channels and it had landed on Cartoon Network that was playing an old Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd cartoon. I beamed at him, proud of myself for causing him to get so mad. However, my joy was short lived as he turned away from me and continued his channel surfing until he landed on the second 'Lethal Weapon' movie. "You don't know what you're talking about kid,"

I paused from my knitting long enough to watch Mel Gibson trying to catch the bad guy in the pool but ending up beating Joe Pesci instead. I let out a laugh. "I love this movie," I said. He wouldn't look at me. "Oh, come on, don't be mad at me, I was only joking around." I nudged his side with my foot. "Come on Logan, why are you allowed to make fun of me all the time but I'm not allowed to make fun of you?" He pushed my foot away and gave me another look from underneath his eyebrows. "Fine then, if you're that mad at me that I'll just leave," I told him, gathering all of my things together and standing up from the couch. I had only moved one of my feet before I felt his hand grasp around my arm and pull me back.

"Sit down and watch the movie, kid,"

"You know that I could report you to the Professor for harassment, right?"

"Shut up and watch it,"

I sat back down, propped my feet in his lap and within thirty minutes I fell asleep. I began having a dream about my mother's boyfriend that had abused me. I was in my old bedroom back at home and I heard the two of them arguing, so I got up to see what was going on. I walked into the kitchen, and when they saw me, my mother told me go get back in bed. I asked what was going on and he yelled at me to listen to my mother, but I didn't move. Then he came at me, grabbed my arm and dragged me into my room and then he started beating me with his belt, leaving swollen whelps across my back, and a shot of pain with each lash. I started crying and prayed that he would stop.

"Wake up, Haven," I heard Logan say as he shook me from my dream. Still feeling haunted by the nightmare I jerked away from his touch, feeling the tears that had been running down my face as I slept. "It's alright, it was just a dream," he comforted me.

I shook my head, telling him that I knew he was right. He was crouched down beside me and I could tell that he wanted to know of what I had been dreaming. "I'm okay," I finally said once I had wiped away all of my tears. "Is the movie off?"

He smiled at me and shook his head. "No, not yet," he said.

"Will you finish watching it with me?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, standing up and sitting back in his seat.

I moved from my end of the couch and lay my head on his shoulder. "Thank you," I said. Then we watched the rest of the movie in near silence, with the exception of me laughing every occasionally.

The next day was Saturday and I had a date with Sean that night. I was heading down to the gym because I had left my bag down there from when I had been working out earlier that day. I walked in and saw that the only person there was Logan, who was hitting a punching bag and not wearing a shirt. I thought that at that point, I would have gotten used to seeing him bare-chested, but I was still intrigued all the same.

"Come to work out?" he asked, not looking at me.

"Nope, come to get my bag. I've got a date tonight and I left my stuff down here,"

"You're goin' out with Sean?"

"Yeah,"

"I don't like him,"

"Funny that, I would have never have guessed it," I remarked sarcastically walking over to my gym bag, picking it up and slinging it over my shoulder.

"I don't trust him,"

"You've never met him," I retorted, walking up behind him, in effort to leave. But, I was sidetracked as I watched him taking out his aggression on the poor punching bag. I watched the muscles in his back flex with every hit and soon I was flat out just staring at him.

"Did you forget something, kid?" he asked, noticing that I was staring at him.

My attention snapped back to reality and what I had been doing. "No, just enjoying the view," I said with a laugh as I kept walking, smacking him on the butt as I passed him. "Work that bag, Logan!"

"Hey kid," he called out as I was walking away, laughing at myself. "Come here,"

"What?" I asked, turning around and standing right in front of him.

"I wanna' talk to that Sean kid before you go out tonight," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

"No," I said simply.

"Why not?"

"Because there's no reason for you to, he's nice, there's nothing wrong with him and if you talk to him then you'll scare him off,"

"If he gets scared off from me talkin' to him then you don't need him around, do you?"

"Look Logan, I don't trust men, okay? Like at all, but I really like him and I know that you may not, for whatever reason you have, but I could really appreciate it if you didn't make this more difficult than it has to be,"

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked again.

"That's not only completely stupid because you know that I do, but also completely irrelevant to the conversation,"

"I don't like this guy, Haven, alright? Do you trust me about that?"

"I trust that you don't like him, but I don't know why?"

"Because something doesn't feel right about him,"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, I just don't trust him and I don't think that you should go out with him," he started. I did trust Logan, and I loved him as well, but if I wanted to go out with a guy, that was up to me and not him. He kept talking about how he didn't like him and didn't trust him and I found myself thinking of ways to get him to shut up. Finally, I grabbed him by his hair, pulled him to me and covered his mouth with mine, kissing him and drowning out his ramblings. It was the first time I had ever snuck something up on him and it had certainly surprised him. He soon worked through the shock, however, and began kissing me back. He wasn't all that bad and I soon began wondering why I had never thought about kissing him before, it sure seemed to be an effective way in keeping him quite. It didn't take long for me to feel like I had gotten my point across and pulled myself away from him.

"Hit the showers Logan, you need to cool off," I said, and then walked away.