Kjl24: Aw, I'm glad you loved the ending of the last story, hope you'll love this story as much. It's great people sympathised with Logan's tears rather than misunderstand them.

Omala: Aw, were you really? That's great, it shows the writing works.

Blix: you're getting sniffly too! Hehe, we all love Logan so much don't we?

Sych77: I do understand what you mean, it's probably because I was trying to get both POV's crammed in. I hope it's better in this chapter.

Chapter 3

With a gentle kiss to the crown of Rogue's head, Logan bid her goodnight. Backing away gently as he watched her return to her bed, her eyes still upon him as she lay down. Logan smiled gently, bobbing his head in farewell before shutting her bedroom door quietly. With a quiet sigh he leant back on the door to her room, closing his eyes gently. His head hung slowly for a few moments before turning his head gently to stare out of the long window at the end of the corridor, watching the far distance solemnly.

Eventually he straightened and walked on down the corridor. His movements were quiet, but his head rose gently when he heard footsteps coming his way. He squinted through the darkness, the oncoming person was obscured in blackness, the moonlight from the window didn't reach this far down the corridor, and it just shone behind Logan, casting him in silhouette for the oncoming person.

Slowly, Logan raised his head to sniff at the air, he recognised the scent and immediately frowned. It was Gambit.

Gambit peered around in the darkness; the red of his eyes now glowing brightly in the darkness, "Who be there?" came his accented voice.

Logan felt like having some fun with this, after all, he particularly despised Gambit for some reason, found him untrustworthy, "I don't know, your conscience?" said Logan simply in a sarcastic voice. Gambit, who he could just see, suddenly looked around in an alarmed manner. Logan turned and leant sideways on the wall, his arms folding as he watched Gambit's reaction.

Immediately Gambit had tensed up, glaring through the darkness, "Who is it?" he cried, "Don't you be toyin' with me."

"Aw c'mon.. ain't my voice recognisable, Cajun?" Logan chuckled gently with rolling eyes.

Logan heard Gambit gasp, "De Wolverine?" Gambit staggered back a little, "'Ow can dat be? 'E is dead!" Gambit's tone was certainly panicky, "What things be bewitching this mansion tonight?"

"Oh, I dunno Gambit.." muttered Logan, "But anyway, it was nice seein' you.. have'ta catch up some time, y'know?"

"No!" cried Gambit, "Who is this? It cannot be the Wolverine."

"Oh, believe me, bub, it is. No-one can get rid of the Wolverine that easily," Logan smirked as he spoke, slipping past Gambit and strutting on down the corridor with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

Down the corridor rested the door to Aurora's room. With a deep inhale Logan knocked on the door gently. He didn't hear anyone inside.. with a curious frown Logan pushed the door open. His eyes dropped down to where her bed was. It was empty, covers obviously disturbed. Clothes hung over her dressing table stool, so she had obviously changed for bed at some point. He frowned at his failure of finding her.

He quickly turned out of her room, pressing on down the corridor. It is possible she had gone into the kitchen.. she'd done that before whenever she had sleepless nights. The kitchen wasn't too far away; he slipped quietly down a staircase at the far end of the mansion, taking the steps hurriedly before jogging along the corridor towards the ground floor kitchen. He could see it down at the far end, light was emitting from the door's gaps. Someone was certainly in there. Logan walked down the corridor slowly; frown dropping as he worriedly went over his thoughts. How could he express to Aurora how he felt? He'd just lost Roxanne.. all he had ever wanted, and it was only a few months ago when he declared his love for Aurora. But it was minor to how he felt about Roxanne.

Licking his dry lips nervously, Logan paused by the kitchen door. Aurora's scent was in the air, making Logan cringe inside with guilt. But slowly, although regretfully, he pushed the door open, the light spilt into his vision, brightening the current darkness. Inside he saw Aurora, sat with her back to him at the kitchen table. But she was leaning forward, folded arms on the table and her forehead resting on top of them. Her face was obscured and buried by her arms and fallen hair. A cold cup of coffee sat a few feet from her bowed head, the drink left unregarded and forgotten.

Logan stepped into the room slowly; he could smell the bitter stench of tears mixing in with the dull waft of cold coffee. His eyes narrowed slowly in a wince as he stepped closer to her, feet moving as quiet as possible across the floorboard as he moved up to the back of her chair. At first, he thought she had fallen asleep there, but no, her head was moving slightly – but she appeared to be unaware of the presence behind her. Her tousled black hair hung down by her bare shoulders, her nightwear only a thinly strapped dress of silky sky blue. Logan let out a long and heavy sigh, Aurora's sensitive ears picking this up, and her head began to rise slowly off her folded arms, head turning slightly.

"Who is it?" she whispered shakily, not even bothering to look right at him or inhale his scent.

Logan's eyes rested upon the back of her head. He took a few long steps towards her, "Aurora.. " he began unsurely. He saw her body go tense, "It's me," he finished in a whisper.

Aurora's eyes flew fully open as she stared down at the wooden surface of the table. She gasped in thorough disbelief before whirling her head round, body moving partly in the chair as she faced him. Her eyelids were blushing crimson with earlier tears, face pale and exhausted. Her lips quivered gently whilst her eyes glimmered in the lighting.. she watched him for a few seconds before she rose stiffly out of the chair, the only noise being made were her ragged gasps for breath, and the scrape of her chair on the floor., "Logan?" she asked quietly, staring at him, but not moving any closer.

In reply, Logan nodded his head once in a slow motion. His eyes remained on her drained face, her eyes were bloodshot and tired, and trails of tears still shone on her cheeks in the right light position.

Whilst Rogue's expressed response had been relatively quiet and calm - Aurora's wasn't. Her hands flew to her face as she stared at him, palms covering her opened mouth as she made a choked gasped, hands trembling. Her stood form seemed to give way, her knees bending as she slipped down onto the floor to her knees, palms now over her entire face. She suddenly heaved out a massive sigh that cracked in her burst of tears. But soon, her gasping was drowned by desperate sobs of relief, the tears noisily escaping the woman's eyes.

Logan stared at her gently, his eyes closing at her desperate liberation, which stung at his heart. Slowly, he moved towards her, crouching by her kneeled form. His arms moved around her, pulling her head under his as he cradled her tightly to his body, "It's alright," he whispered, tenderly shushing her sobs.

"Oh God.." Aurora gasped, her shaking hands trembling against Logan as she grasped his arms for support. Her tearful face turned to him, "I can't believe it." Her shocked voice whispered to him, "You're alive.." Logan nodded slowly as he looked down at her, holding her bare shoulders gently. But Logan wasn't prepared for Aurora's next words, "Logan.." she began, "You would never believe how relieved I am.. I love you so much."

Logan felt his body stiffen whilst his heart rammed away in his chest. He could feel his blood boiling up as the guilt continued. What could he say? Dismiss her words because he wanted another? Even though he would never have her back? He could see Aurora's wide eyes staring at him, waiting for him to say something back, begging. "I.." began Logan unsurely, "I know you do.." he breathed out slowly. He could see Aurora's face relax gently, Logan quickly spoke on, "It's great to see you again.."

Aurora sat up slowly in his arms, "When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago.." replied Logan softly. He then jolted a little, but that was because he felt her bare cool hand brushing at his chest, through the long opened neck of his shirt. She was looking at where a wound had healed, but it was still very distinguishable, it was taking a while to fully heal away and disappear from the bloodstained skin surface.

"What happened?" asked Aurora quietly, "..After we left?" her hand remained lightly touching his reddened flesh.

Logan licked across his lips nervously once more, "It's a long story," he quickly said, "I'd rather talk about it later than now.. I really need to go and get some sleep." But that was a lie, he just wanted to get Charles in Cerebro so he could hurry up and find Madeline again.

But Aurora nodded her head with understanding, "Oh.. of course." She then paused and frowned, "Does Charles know you're all right?"

"Yes.. yes.." confirmed Logan, "He told me to come and find you.. I had no idea you all thought I'd been killed."

Aurora stood slowly, rising beside Logan, "I can't believe you're back. I thought I'd never see you again," said Aurora softly, brushing her hand down his arm before lowering to her side and saying quietly, "Sleep well, Logan. Goodnight."

And Logan nodded his head slowly,, kissing her cheek timidly before he turned away and walked out of the kitchen, a hand was in his coat pocket and he softly clasped the photo he found from Madeline..

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