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The rest of the summer went well and that fall I went to school at a college not too far from the mansion, while Logan started teaching a self-defense class for students, which is where I was going on the last Friday in October. I walked into the classroom just as he had dismissed everyone.

"What are you doin' home this early?" he asked, glancing up at the clock that showed it was only three in the afternoon and I usually didn't get home until after five.

"I snuck off because I missed you," I said with a smile. He gave me an un-believing smile and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Alright, the teachers let us out early for the holidays,"

"Holidays?"

"Where have you been, Halloween is this Sunday?"

"So they let you out early today?" he asked, straightening up the room. I helped him with moving the chairs and desks back into place.

"Most people are going to parties tonight and all weekend,"

"Are you?"

"Have I told you about any?"

"No,"

"Then I don't suppose I am,"

"You should,"

"And why should I, again?"

"You might have fun,"

"We don't have any costumes,"

"We?"

"Yeah, if I'm going anywhere you would have to go with me, I'm not going by myself," I said, looking over at him.

"I'm not wearin' a costume, darlin'," he said.

"Well you don't have to right now, because we're not going anywhere,"

"What do you mean not right now?"

"I mean that you're dressing up for Sunday, right? I thought everyone was?"

"No, I'm not,"

"Oh come on, Logan, why not?"

"Because I said I'm not going to,"

"Then I suppose you'll have to find another date to the party, then," I said with a smirk. The Professor was giving a Halloween party for all of the students and teachers.

"I guess so," he said, mirroring my smirk with his own.

"You are such a killjoy,"

"Excuse me?" he asked, walking over to me where I was standing in front of his desk with my hands on my hips.

"I said that you were a killjoy and no fun," I said, then added, "Mr. Logan,"

"I'm no fun?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to him.

"Nope,"

"Too bad you think that,"

"And why is it too bad?"

"Because I'm a lot of fun, darlin',"

"Really? You just might have to prove it to me," I said. He moved his mouth closer to mine, but I stopped him before our lips touched. "You can't kiss me unless you say that you'll dress up for Sunday,"

"Alright,"

"No, you have to say it and you have to promise me,"

"I promise that I'll wear a stupid costume for Sunday,"

"Ah, that's my sweet little Wolvie," I said in a mocking baby talk voice. "And I didn't say it had to be stupid, I just said that you had to dress up, honestly Logan, I don't think you ever listen to me,"

"Shut up and kiss me, darlin'," he said with his coy smile.

"Don't tell me to shut up, Logan," I said, kissing him.

"Mr. Logan," someone said sheepishly, interrupting us. He pulled away and turned around to see one of the students name Cara standing in the doorway of the classroom. She was pretty new there; she had arrived at the end of August and had been named Chameleon by the other students because she could change her skin, hair and eye colors to blind in with her surroundings.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, I think that I left my purse in here, did you happen to see it?"

"Is it a little blue lookin' thing?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, slightly blushing. She had a crush on Logan, and quite frankly, I didn't blame her.

"Yeah, it's over here," he said, walking to the window, picking up her purse, and handing it to her.

"Thank you Mr. Logan,"

"Don't worry about it," he said, watching her leave.

"Oh, and sir, Mr. Summers said that they need you to help with setting up some of the things for Sunday," she said as she paused in the doorway, turning back around.

"Alright, thanks," he said with a small smile and then she left.

"You better get to it, I hear that he's setting up a karaoke table," I said with a laugh.

"That's what we need; One-eye singin' all night," he said as I walked over to where he was standing.

"Well, I'm going to go put on something more comfortable and see if Jean and Storm don't need some help, too," I said, giving him a quick kiss.

"Alright, I'll see you at dinner then," he said, tucking a curl behind my ear and running his hand down the side of my face.

I laughed. "That tickles," I said, and then I gave him another kiss. "I'll see you later tonight,"

Sunday night I was in my room getting ready when someone knocked on my door. I walked to it, opened it and saw Logan standing in the hall, not dressed up.

"Ready?" he asked.

"No and neither are you, it looks like," I said.

"I'm in a costume," he said, standing back so that I could see all of him. He was wearing boots, blue jeans, his belt buckle and a red plaid flannel shirt.

"How is that a costume?" I asked.

"I'm a lumberjack," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "You can come in, I'll be done in a little bit; I've just got a few things left to put on,"

He sat in a chair that sat beside my mirror. "What are you supposed to be?" he asked as I went into the bathroom to pull my hair into a bun.

"I should have been a tree," I said, looking at him and giving him a smile. "I'm a fairy." I was wearing a purple slip dress, purple ballet shoes and I had covered myself in glitter. After I pulled up my hair, I stuck in some artificial flowers and bits of fake ivy into it, making a wreath around the bun. I had gone out the day before to buy everything that I needed and spent most of that night dying everything the right color. I had never bought a costume, I had always made them, and I was very proud of my fairy costume.

"Alright, I'm ready," I said, putting on a little bit of lip-gloss and walking from the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

"Don't fairies have wings?" he asked.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, thank you," I said, rushing to get the set of wings that I had made from my bed. I slipped them on and tried to tie the ribbon in the back, but I couldn't reach it. "Can you tie this for me?" I asked, turning my back to him.

He tied the ribbon and then ran his hand down my bare arm, sending shivers across my body and covering me in goose bumps. He stopped his hand at mine and held it, intertwining his fingers with mine. He leaned his head down and left a trail of kisses down my neck.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in my ear, sending a new wave of goose bumps over my skin. I wanted to say something, I wanted to say thank you, but I couldn't. For one breath taking moment, I was speechless. I couldn't do anything as he stood there holding me hand, nuzzling my neck with his nose, leaving the feeling of his hot breath on my bare skin as he kissed my neck and shoulders. He kissed my neck up to my ear. "I love you, Haven," he breathed in his deep voice.

My breathing shook as I tried to find my voice. "I love you, too," I whispered back to him.

"Hey guys, we need some help down stairs,"

Logan and I both spun around to see that my bedroom door had been left open and that Scott was standing in my doorway wearing his Santa Claus costume. Yes, he and Jean were Santa and Mrs. Claus.

"Alright, we'll be down in a second," I said with a smile.

He looked from Logan, to me and then back to Logan. "Okay," he said, shrugging, then turned and walked away, going down the hall singing "The Monster Mash" in the most off-key version I had ever heard. I just shook my head.

"I guess we better go give them a hand," I said, looking up at him.

He nodded his head. "Yeah,"

We stood there silent for a moment and then I reached up and held his face in my hands, pulled him closer to me and kissed him. "I really do love you Logan," I whispered against his lips. "I always have,"

"Wow, you look beautiful!" Rouge said to me as Logan and I walked into the decorated dining room. She and Bobby had dressed as Alice and the Mad Hatter from 'Alice in Wonderland'.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Logan, what are you supposed to be?" she asked.

"He's a lumberjack," I said, rolling my eyes.

"That's original," she said with a wink. "I better go see where Bobby's gone off to,"

"Alright," I said as she left.

The night was fun and while Logan and I were keeping an eye on the kids, I tried to get him to dance with me, but he wouldn't.

"Logan, if you're not going to dance with her, may I?" Scott asked. He had already taken off his hat, beard and coat, leaving him just looking very oddly dressed.

"Yes you may," I said, not waiting for Logan to respond. Scott took my hand and led me out into the middle of the room and we danced to the 'Transylvania Twist'.

"So, if anything happens between you and Logan I'll be the first to know, right? No questions," Scott said to me.

"That's not what I told you,"

"I think it is,"

"No, what I said was that if Logan were taking advantage of me while I was vulnerable I would tell you, that's not what happened,"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, it was as much me as it was him,"

"I probably should still have a talk with him,"

"About what?"

"Guy stuff,"

"Guy stuff? Really now, and what sort of things are considered 'guy stuff'?"

"It's just about being respectable,"

"So far he has been,"

"Yeah, it's the 'so far' that worries me. Does it not bother you that he's so much older than you?"

"No, because I don't know how old he is, so obviously, age doesn't mean anything,"

"Shouldn't it?"

"I don't know. We get along, we have fun together, we love each other, I don't know how knowing his age could affect that,"

"Love each other as in you love each other, or you love each other?"

I shook my head. "I'm in love with him Scott, he loves me too,"

"Did he actually say that, though? Because he may just seem like he is, but men are hard to understand sometimes,"

"Yes, he actually said it; he told me that he did. I think he's good for me,"

"You may be better for him; he's like a walking bad habit,"

"You're terrible," I said, just before I heard the Professor in my head.

"You have a phone call from your mother in my office, Haven,"

"Hey, the Professor needs me in his office, I'll be back in a bit," I told Scott as I stopped dancing. I walked out of the dining room, down the hall and to the Professor's office. I opened the door and he indicated to the phone on his desk. I picked handset and he rolled away, leaving me to talk privately.

"Hello?" I said into the phone as soon as I put it to my ear.

"Hey sweetie,"

"Hey momma, what's going on?" I asked, sitting down in the chair in front of the Professor's desk.

"Haven, your Pop had a stroke last week and went to the hospital, I didn't want to call you because we thought he was going to be okay, but he passed away about an hour ago,"

"What? Why didn't you call me if something was wrong?"

"We didn't want to upset you, I was going to call and tell you once he was out of the hospital,"

"What if I wanted to see him? What if I wanted to be down there with him while he was in there?"

"He did ask for you, but we told him that you weren't coming right then,"

"Why? Why didn't you call and tell me that he wanted me there?"

"Because I knew that it would just upset you both,"

"That was not your choice to make,"

"I know sweetheart, I'm sorry,"

I took a second to gather my thoughts and try to process what she was telling me. "When are they having him at the funeral home?"

"Tomorrow night, then they're burring him at morning on Tuesday,"

"Okay, I'll be there then,"

"Are you sure? You don't have to come all the way from New York, I'm sure Nana will understand that you have your life up there,"

"Yes I'm sure, I may have a life up here but I'm not missing Pop's funeral because of it, he's my family, I'm going to be there,"

"Alright, I'll see you at home then, be careful,"

"I will be, bye,"

"Haven?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you, baby,"

"You too, momma," I said and then hung up. I didn't know why, maybe because I didn't believe it was all actually true, but I didn't cry. I just sat there for a moment, collecting my thoughts.

"Are you alright, darlin'?" I craned my neck around and saw Logan standing in the doorway.

"My grandfather died, I have to go back home for the funeral and everything,"

"When do you have to leave?"

"Right now, I need to see if the Professor will call and get me a plane ticket while I go and pack,"

"Do you want me to go with you?"

I opened my mouth to say 'no' but that wasn't what I wanted, I did want him to go with me. "Yeah, if you don't mind,"

"No, I'll go find the Professor and have him call for us while you go and get everything that you need,"

"Yeah, okay," I said standing up. I walked to the door and Logan gave me a hug.

"You don't have to worry about it; we'll stay at a hotel and then leave. I'm gonna' be right there with you, nothing's gonna' happen," he said.

I didn't say anything to him about it, but he knew that I didn't want to go back home. So many bad things had happened to me while I was there, even though logically I knew that no one could hurt me or was going to, I was still scared.

"I know, thank you," I said. I let go of him and went to my room to pack.

I had just enough time to get some of my things together in a bag before Jean came and told me that our flight left in less than an hour. Logan and I quickly drove one of the school's cars to the airport, which was thirty minutes away. Once there, we checked our bags and boarded the plane. I hadn't even had the chance to change from my costume, and Logan helped me take off my wings and stashed them away in the overhead compartment.

The plane was fairly empty, with the exception of a few other adults, most looking much older than me. Logan and I didn't talk much during the flight, he held my hand and some time during the showing of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", we both fell asleep. My dreams were mixed with odd visions of Tim Curry, my Pop's funeral and a lumberjack, then they all faded away and I was left with a dream about him, my mother's boyfriend. We were watching "The Lady and The Tramp" while my mother was getting ready to go out on their date. He had brought a dozen roses for her and had even brought a pink one, just for me. There was a funny part in the movie and he laughed, sending vibrations though the couch. That laugh, it pierced my mind, something that you couldn't forget, something that I hadn't forgotten, but for some reason couldn't place it. I looked up and smiled, and he ruffled my hair. I felt like the cloud was parting, the fog was lifting and I was close to seeing his face. But Logan, who told me that we had landed, woke me from my sleep.

It was early in the morning and we took a taxi to a hotel. We got a double room and as soon as I got through the door, I tossed my bag down and crashed onto the first bed. I wanted to sleep for a few more hours before I had to go anywhere. Logan moved behind me and as I was drifting back to sleep, I felt him take off my shoes and pull the blankets over me. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

"Goodnight," I mumbled to him.

"Goodnight," he said to me, then fell into his own bed.

I slept for a few hours before I found myself awake, not remembering waking up. I thought about getting up but once I turned over on my side, I saw Logan sleeping and I couldn't make myself move. He looked so beautiful lying there and I could help but just stay there and watch him. After about an hour he rolled over on his back and scratched his chest, then his eyes flicked open and he looked over at me.

"Hey," he said, still sleepy.

"Hey," I said back with a smile.

"What time is it?"

I looked over at the alarm clock facing my bed. "A little after three,"

"What time do you have to be there?"

"I don't know, I'll call my mom and ask," I said, picking up the phone and dialing my mother's home phone number. After three rings, a man answered.

"Hello?" he said.

"Uh, may I speak to Maria?" I asked a little confused.

"She's not here right now; she's at her mother's house,"

"Oh, okay, thank you,"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Haven,"

"Was she expecting you call?"

"No, I was calling to see what time their having my grandfather at the funeral home,"

"Your grandfather? You're not her daughter Haven, are you?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh, she talks about you all the time, she really misses you,"

"Uh, yeah, whatever, who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend Carl, has she not told you about me?"

"No,"

"Oh,"

"Do you know what time we're supposed to be at the funeral home?"

"Yeah, seven o'clock,"

"Alright, thank you,"

"Yeah, you're welcome, are you going to be there?"

If it had been any normal situation I would have had to fight the urge to have been sarcastic, but seeing as I wasn't in a very good more, all my reply came out as was, "Yeah,"

"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting you, I'm just sorry that it couldn't have been under better conditions,"

"Yeah, okay, bye," I said unenthusiastically and hanging up. "We have to be there at seven," I told Logan.

"How far away is it from here?"

"About an hour, I guess," I said. There was only one funeral home in the town where I had grown up, so I didn't even bother to ask at which one he was going to be. "I need a shower; I've got glitter all over me,"

I sat up in bed and looked over at him; he was so good to me. I would have never thought so many months ago that the hot guy who would bring in countless women to a motel for just one night would actually be a good 'boyfriend'. Although I never really called him that, he just didn't fit with the name, but it had been all right with me, he didn't have to be my boyfriend, I was just happy that he was mine.

"Alright," he said, looking over at me. "Come here,"

I moved from my bed over to his as he sat up. I sat down beside him and rested my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I lay my head against the side of his. I held his arms to me, keeping my warm. That's when it finally hit me; my Pop was gone and I hadn't even had a chance to tell him goodbye, and that's when I started to cry. He didn't say anything to me as I sat there sobbing, he didn't know how to comfort me other than just being there for me. He didn't know what I was going through, and if he did, he had forgotten it. However, it wasn't important that he knew how I felt, what was important to me was that he was doing the best he could, what he knew made me feel better and I had never loved him more for anything that he hadever done.