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Logan followed Marie's jeep, while enjoying the scent that she had left in it. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder though. He felt so wrong that he wasn't there for her like he should have been. It never really dawned on him until now, of how long he had been away. She had grown up so much since the last time he had seen her, in many more ways then one. Then he couldn't help but let his mind wonder to her underneath the hood of his truck. But should he really think of her like that? She is Marie. His Marie.

Still being out in the middle of nowhere, it was as if the never-ending spread of trees parted for her, she turned into this little bar and grill. He parked next to her and followed her inside. Everybody inside seemed to know her. They were either nodding, smiling, or waving but not one actually said a word to her. They went into the back and sat in a booth. Then Marie looked over the menu not even acknowledging his presence. In fact, she didn't even look his way until it was time for him to order, but he just said that he would have what she was.

He just sat there staring at her, drinking in the sight before him. Part of him wanting to kick his own ass for thinking thoughts like that about her, and the other wanting to make those thoughts actions. She looked up from fiddling with her purse and smiled.

"So, catch up." he smiled back.

"What?" she asked him casually.

"Just can't believe I just ran into you out here."

"Yeah, not 'xactly somethin' ya go expectin'." her eyes turned to the table.

"Didn't realize how long I've been gone. You've grown up a lot darlin'." she looked up at him, shocked once again that he had not called her 'kid'. But then she smirked.

"Yeah, well, stuff happens. Look at ya, can't evah say anythin' 'bout ya. Everytime Ah see ya, ya look the exact same."

"But is that good or bad?" he reached over an lightly touched her hand. She pulled back quickly, while he was wanting to kick himself for being so forward. She looked back up at him and smiled gently, "It's always good ta see ya sugah."

They didn't talk to much after their dinner came. Mostly, when they did talk, it was about nothing. Neither of them felt comfortable at that point in divulging too much information. Not just because they hadn't seen each other in such a long time, but also because it's never a good idea to mention mutants in public. She tried to pay for dinner, but he had refused. Marie was a little bitter about it, but finally caved. He smiled at his small victory, as they headed back to their vehicles.

It took all of fifteen minutes for them to reach her home. It didn't look like much on the outside, but it seemed pretty isolated. It was dark out, so he couldn't see too much, but he could hear a river not too far off. It was a little bit run down on the outside, but nothing that couldn't be fixed easily. The steps creaked as they walked onto the porch. Marie had the unlocked quickly and walked inside turning on the lights. It was a whole lot nicer on the inside. Nothing brand new and fancy, but nice. She dropped her purse on a table near the door, and walked over to the couch picking up a few items and dragging them into a room in the back.

"Make yahself comfortable." she called out. Just as he sat down on the couch, he felt something in his back. So he sat up and pulled out whatever it was that was annoying him so. He smirked at the sight of it. It was a lacy, black bra.

She came back into the room and he stood up with his hands behind his back smirking at her.

"What's so funny?" but as soon as his hand came out before her she blushed intently. She quickly grabbed the bra and muttered, "Ah'm sorry." He watched her intently, loving the way she was squirming under his stare. She went around the room searching for any other personal items like the one he had found. Before heading back to her room, she told him that she was going to go and take a shower. She would be out when she was done. He just nodded in agreement.

He heard the shower turn on and his mind wandered to all the things he could do to her in there. He shook those thoughts from his head and decided to go sniffing around. There wasn't any food in the fridge, just a couple of beers and a bottle of mustard. He snorted at this. The cabinets only seemed to hold a handful of dishes, mugs, and some coffee. The house only smelled like her. Didn't seem like her to have any houseguests, anyway, but the scent he was looking for would be male. If there ever was, it was too long ago. Logan never even noticed the shower turn off, being a snoop. He was standing behind the kitchen counter when he saw her.

She looked radiant. Marie was wearing a long, sleek black nightgown, only covered by a matching robe. Her face was flushed from the heat of the shower, and her hair was damp but pinned up, only allowing her white streaks to fall forward just around her face. He was so glad that he was standing behind the counter at that very moment. She smiled at him.

"Ya always were a snoop."

"Yeah, well."

"If'n ya like, there's still some hot water."

"Sounds good," but right it wasn't hot water that he needed.