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My date with Sean had gone pretty well as he was driving me back to the school after we had gone out to eat and to see a movie. However, instead of taking the usual way home, he pulled off onto a side road and parked the care.

"What are we doing?" I asked, looking around.

"Is there anything going on between you and that Logan guy?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, shocked that he would even think that. "No, why?"

"You talk about him all the time; I'm starting to think that you have a crush on him, or something,"

"Are you serious? Logan's like…my brother; I don't have a crush on him,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure," I said a little offended that he would even suggest that.

"It's just that it's a little hard to go out with you when all you ever talk about is how he did this to you, or that. When we got out I just want it to be us, not him,"

"You talk about you girl friends around me all the time; I don't ever get mad,"

"But that's different,"

"How?" I asked.

"Because I don't talk about them while we're making out,"

"Neither do I,"

"Yes you do,"

"Like when?"

"The other day when we had gone to play pool, afterwards I was trying to kiss you and you were talking about how you had hurt yourself because he had scared you, or something, and you dropped something on your foot,"

"Oh my word, we were in public! I don't like watching people making out in public, so I didn't want to do it either, and I'm sorry but yes; he had scared me and made me drop a pack of Cokes on my foot, which hurt pretty badly,"

"But you're always talking about him,"

"Because he's my friend, are you really that jealous of him?"

"Yes, I am,"

"That's pathetic,"

"Don't call me pathetic!" he snapped.

"And you don't yell at me," I said back.

"He probably doesn't even care about you; he probably just wants to screw you,"

"I beg your pardon? Do not talk about me like that, and as for whether you think he cares about me or not, he cares more about me than you do,"

"Who said that I cared about you?"

"Well I assumed that you did just a little bit since we're going out," I said. "Just take me home,"

"Why don't you get Logan to come and get you?" he asked, looking at me with an angry look on his face.

"No, you started this so you are going to take me back home,"

"And that's another thing; why am I not allowed in that place? I have to pick you up and drop you off at the gate,"

"Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're not going out anymore, so it shouldn't matter now,"

"What do you mean 'we're not going out'?"

"I mean, we're not going out, that's pretty clear, isn't it?"

"You're not breaking up with me,"

"You said you didn't care anything about me, so why do you care if I break up with you?" I asked, just before he lunged himself at me, trying to kiss me. "Get away from me!"

"Let's just have a little fun before you leave, just a goodbye kiss," he said, forcing his mouth down on mine.

"No!" I screamed, opening my door and staggering out from underneath him. He followed me, pushing me up against the care, kissing me and sticking his hand up my shirt. I pushed his hand away from me. "Stop it!" But he didn't, he continued to pin me against the care and kiss me for nearly five minutes, and I prayed that he wouldn't go any further. "Please, stop!" I said as he moved his hands all over me.

All of a sudden, I felt him being ripped from me, saw him being thrown to the ground and I looked over to my left to see Logan. "Go to the house, Haven," he said to me. I didn't move, I felt glued to my spot. He looked at me, his expression less harsh than when he was looking at Sean, but it was still just as stern. "Did you hear me, kid? Go home, I'm gonna' have a talk to Sean over here about what 'no' means,"

I ran away, running to the school. I didn't stop until I got to my room where I collapsed on my bed, crying. I laid there for around thirty minutes, during which time Rouge, Jean and Storm had all come and knocked on my door, before Logan came and knocked.

"Kid, open up," he said through my door. But I didn't, I stayed in my room for two days before Logan came back to my door, demanding that I open up. "Kid, if you don't open then I'm comin' in on my own, you got that?" I didn't say anything. "Alright kid, I'm opening your door," he said, then I heard 'snikt' before he un-locked my door and came in. I heard his claw retract and the door close before he walked over to where I was lying on my bed, crying with my back turned to him. He didn't say anything; he just loomed over me.

"What do you want, Logan?" I asked between sobs.

"I want to talk to you about what happened the other night,"

"And say what?" I asked, turning over and sitting up. "That you told me so, that I should have listened to you? Is that what you wanted to say, because I already know that, okay? I know that I should have listened to you, but I'm a stupid little girl and I screwed up. I screwed up big time, do you really think I feel better about myself knowing that not only did you tell me not to trust him, but you also had to come and save me? So if you want to say 'I told you so,' then go ahead and do it and then leave me alone,"

"That's not what I was going to say,"

"Then what were you going to say?" I asked, starting to cry harder.

He sat down beside me and to my surprise, pulled me to him and held me. "Listen kid, we all make mistakes, alright? The point is to learn from them,"

"I just don't understand,"

"Understand what, darlin'?" he asked, stroking my hair

"Why does this always happen to me? Do I look weak and stupid? How do they always know that I'll just let them hurt me?" I cried, burring my face into his neck.

"You're not weak or stupid, you just want to trust people too easily, not everyone out there cares about you kid, but I do, alright? And I won't let this happen again,"

"What would have happened if you hadn't been there, what would I have done?"

"I don't know,"

"How did you know what was going on?" I asked, looking up at him.

"The Professor told me,"

"I'm sorry; I should have listened to you,"

"Don't worry about it,"

"But I should have, you were right; I should trust your instincts,"

"I don't care that you didn't listen to me, I just wanted you to be okay,"

I nodded my head. "Well, I am…sort of, I'm just sick of people doing this to me,"

"I know, but I won't do that to you, Haven, alright?"

"Yeah, alright," I said as he pulled me back to him and held me until I stopped crying.

He was what I had missed in my life, whether it was supposed to come from a parent, a sibling or a friend, I didn't know, but a sense of protection is what had drawn me to Logan. I knew that he could take care of my physically, he was there for me emotionally and I knew that he understand me in my pain of not remembering all of my past. So I clung to him like a little kid to their parent after a bad dream, and he petting me and soothed me, taking care of me. He held me to him and kissed me on top of my head.

"Thank you, Logan. I know I rag you all the time, but I really do love you and I really am glad that you were there for me,"

"I know darlin', you don't have to thank me," he said just before someone knocked on my door.

"Come in," I said. My door slowly opened to reveal Rouge standing in my doorway with Jean right behind her.

"How are ya' feelin'?" Rouge asked, pushing the door the rest of the way as she and Jean walked into my room.

"All right, I guess," I said, my nose congested from crying.

"Do you want to come and get something to eat?" Jean asked.

"Yeah, in a little bit," I said, pulling away from Logan and sitting up straight. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in my room. "Oh dear, I look like crap,"

They smiled at me. "Why don't you take a shower, it might make you feel better," Jean suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I said, wiping away the drying tears that had streaked down my face.

"Alright, we'll leave you to that, then," Jean said.

I nodded my head and she and Rouge left, shutting the door behind them.

"I guess I'll go too, kid," Logan said, standing. I stood up after him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He held one arm around my shoulders and cradled my head against his mouth with his other hand, kissing my forehead. "You're gonna' be alright,"

"I know," I said, continuing to hold on to him. I looked up at him and he pushed the hair out of my face.

"You trust me, right?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

I nodded my head. "Yes," I said.

He kept looking into my eyes, before he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me. I could taste whiskey in his mouth and I could smell the strong scent of cigars on his clothes. Even though I thought I had never really desired to kiss him, it felt so natural and came so easily to me. He found no resistance from me and we continued to kiss until there was another knock on my door. He pulled his lips away from mine and moved his body away from me.

"Yeah, come in," I called out. The door opened to show Scott standing with his hands on his hips.

"Sorry, but the Professor's looking for Logan," he said.

"Better see what he wants," Logan said to me, moving to leave.

"Yeah, alright, I'll see you later," I said, giving him and Scott both a weak smile.

He left but Scott stayed, taking up my doorway. "He hasn't tried to…" Scott said, trailing off.

"He hasn't tried to what?" I asked.

"Well, I know that you're vulnerable right now, I would hate to think that he would take advantage of that,"

"Then don't think about it, then. I may be upset but I'm not stupid, I'm not going to let something happen that I don't want,"

"Okay, just making sure, because if he's doing anything, I can go talk to him,"

"Thanks for the offer, but its okay, nothing's going on so you don't have to worry about it,"

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive, if anything goes wrong, you'll be the first I tell, Scott, no question,"

"Okay then, I guess I'll talk to you later, then,"

"Alright, bye," I said to him as he walked off. I could hear him going down the hall singing 'Copacabana' and I couldn't help but laugh. I felt much better, even if I couldn't trust all normal humans, I knew that there was a good, solid home for me there. Even though almost everyone there was crazy, they were lovable in their own ways.

As I took a shower it finally hit me that I had been making out with Logan, but he wasn't trying to get me to shut up, and in that moment I realized that I did like him, I really liked him and that perhaps he liked me, too.

After my shower, I went downstairs for dinner. I went and sat with Rouge and Bobby. We sat and talked all throughout dinner and I felt normal again. Everything felt back in order and I didn't feel drained, surprisingly. When I was younger, I would always feel drained and empty after I had been beaten, like I was alone and didn't have anyone to understand, but I didn't feel like that, I felt happy for being at the school, for knowing other people like me and for knowing that I wasn't alone.

I couldn't sleep that night, I felt too antsy. I had been just lying in my bed for those past two days and I felt like I needed to get up at move. So I decided to go down to the gym and work out my sleeplessness. When I got down there, I found a pair of boxing gloves, slipped them on and went to town hitting the punching bag with all I had. I had never used it before and I didn't realize how much aggression I could take out on it.

"You're gonna' hurt yourself punching like that,"

"You scared me!" I said as I heard Logan speak. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you get out of bed and wanted to make sure you weren't sneaking off somewhere,"

"No, I just couldn't sleep," I said, awkwardly pushing the hair out of my face with my hands that were covered in boxing gloves. "What do you mean I'm going to hurt myself punching like this? How am I supposed to punch?"

"Let me show you," he said. He walked over behind me and grabbed my arms, moving them into the proper position and using them to swing into the bag. After a few minutes of showing me how he said, "Like that," and then let go of my arms, but still hovered behind me, watching me.

"Like this?" I asked, trying to mimic what he had just shown me.

"Yeah, close enough," he said, but still he didn't move, he just stayed there.

I threw a couple of punches, trying to work out my nerves that had been surfacing as a question burned in my mind, begging to be asked. "Logan, what's going on between us?" I asked, finally letting the question escape my mind, as I stopped hitting the bag and turned to look at him. He was in a pair of sweat pants and a gray wife beater.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't know, kid,"

"I mean, do you like me, have you always liked me, what?" I asked, suddenly feeling very childish in my choice of words.

"I don't know, when you kissed me the other day," he started.

"That was just to get you to shut up," I said with a smile.

"I know, but I hadn't thought about you like that in a while,"

"In a while, you thought about me like that at one point?"

"When we met, yeah,"

"That night in the cabin," I said, remembering the events.

He nodded his hand and ran his fingers through the back of his hair. "Yeah," he said.

"What did you think about?" I asked.

He looked at me a little confused. "I don't think you need to hear it," he said with a smirk.

"Oh," I said with a small smile and nodding my head, "never mind, then."

"What about you? Are you sure that was just to get me to shut up?"

I thought for a moment; it had been just to get him to stop talking, Logan was a friend that I felt comfortable doing that with, but had it stayed that way? Had my mind been changed at all since earlier that day?

"Yeah, that's all it was, but that back in my room, what was that all about?"

"You didn't answer my other question,"

"What other question?"

"Do you like me?" he asked, almost looking as if it disgusted him to be speaking about such fluff.

"I don't know, I think so, but I hadn't thought until today before dinner. You're my friend and that's all I had allowed myself to think of you as. Do I think you're attractive? Yeah, I think you're dead sexy, but the thought of you and me… I'm not your type. I'm just 'kid', you watch movies with me, you pick on me, I stare at you shamelessly when you go around with your shirt on. I let you see me without makeup on, without my hair fixed and in my pajamas. You need someone who's wild and spontaneous, someone who's gorgeous, not to mention older. As much as I love it, 'kid' is not a romantic name; you need someone who can give you what you want,"

"And what do I want?" he asked.

"I don't know, someone like you, someone who can keep up with you,"

"And you can't keep up with me?"

I smiled. "Why me, though?"

"Because of why you said that I needed someone else,"

"You like me because I'm willing to let you see me when I look like crap?"

He reached up and tucked the piece of hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind me ear. "You're not fake,"

"There are a lot of woman who aren't fake, I'm not special or anything,"

"That's your problem, kid,"

"That I'm not special?"

"No, that you don't think you are,"

"Logan, I'm like damaged goods, I may be just the same as everyone else but I'm half price because there's a few dents. No one wants a dented can,"

"Why are you calling yourself a dented can?" he asked with a look that signified half frustration and half amusement.

"It's an analogy,"

"It's a stupid one,"

"Thanks," I said, rolling my eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with you,"

"Yeah, I'm just like everyone else, aren't I? Everyone else had a bad childhood, they all got hurt and left to deal with the scars on their own, right? Most people don't remember their lives, and what they do remember is either completely screwed up by pain or fuzzy and barely recognizable,"

"No, not everyone is like that, but I am, alright? I get it, why do you think I need someone better than you?"

"Just because we're both screwed up does not make it okay, Logan, that just means we're two screwed up people who found each other,"

"And that doesn't make you feel any better?"

"No, because two crazy people do not make one sane person,"

"What do you want then?"

"I don't know, I mean, part of me is saying just to keep it cool because if this doesn't work out then I don't want our relationship screwed up. I love being friends with you and it would kill me if we stopped getting along over something like that,"

"What about the other part of you?"

"The other part of me wants to stop talking and just make out with you," I said with a smile. "That other part of me wants to take a chance on this because I think it might work out well because I am friends with you first. I think it would work because aside from being attracted to you, I genuinely get along with you and like you outside of a romantic relationship, obviously as I've only just started thinking of you like that,"

"Then what's the problem, kid?"

"That, the kid thing, does that not bother you to think of me as a kid?"

He looked down at the floor and ruffled the back of his hair. "That's just what I call you, I don't really think of you like that,"

"How do you think of me? I've been standing here spilling everything out, telling you that I think you're hot, I enjoy making out with you and comparing myself to a dented can, what do you want to say?

He looked back up at me. "I think that you're too hard on yourself, if I wanted someone else then I would have gone after them,"

"But you can have almost any girl, a beautiful one at that,"

"Well I reckon that's what I've got, isn't it?"

"You think that I'm beautiful? Logan, you're losing it, sweetheart," I said.

"You don't think that?"

"No, I think that I'm awkward looking and marked,"

"Marked?"

"You've seen my back; you've seen my scars,"

"And that effects how you look?"

"Yes, it does,"

"Haven, if I didn't think you were beautiful, then why would I be doing this?"

"Apparently we both have very low self esteems because we each that that the other is far too good for us,"

"I'm fine; it's you that needs the work,"

"So now you agree with me that I'm damaged?"

"There's not doubt that you're damaged kid, we both are, but that's the point. Maybe you get something that other woman don't, maybe I want to take care of you instead of hurting you. I know that other people ain't treated you how they should have; I know that other men have used you, but I'm not going to, all right? You want this, I'm all yours, if not then it's up to you to say no, then,"

"Okay, so you want to take care of me, but what do you get out of it?"

"People ain't been good to me either, darlin', you are and that's all that I want out of it,"

"Yeah, but this is how we treat each other all the time, you take care of me, I'm good to you, whatever, what do we get from being involved with each other?" I asked.

"We get this," he said, grabbing me and then kissing me, and that's when it all made since and we clicked. Something inside of me snapped, giving full way to him, to being with him, to loving him, to kissing him. I reached my hands up to hold his face and realized that I still had on my boxing gloves and began to laugh.

"If this isn't sexy, I don't know what is," I said with a laugh. "Two mutants making out in the gym of a school, in our pajamas, in the middle of the night and me, with my boxing gloves on,"

"Didn't I tell you, kid?"

"Tell me what?"

"Boxing gloves turn me on," he said with a smirk. I laughed and continued to laugh until I snorted.

"Are you still sure about this, I'm kind of a little geeky for you?"

He once again pushed the hair out of my eyes as I draped my arms around his neck, looking up and smiling at him. "That's alright with me,"