Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to anything X-Men or the songs used in this chapter, the first of which is 'Gone Away' and the second is 'Held'. If you've not heard the song 'Held' yet I suggest that you look it up, it's beautiful, and so I have to give a big thank you to my sister Tacia for first of all, printing off the lyrics and giving them to me while I was writing theend of thisand second of all, for actually telling me to listen to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, perhaps you might understand now why Logan is being quite so rude with Haylie. On with the story!

Years of living on the road, going from place to place had taught Logan how to deal with all sorts of people, from rough and tumble men to feisty prostitutes. It didn't, however, teach him how to deal with emotional teenage girls. He had been living at the mansion for over six years and working there for five and yet he still didn't know quite what he was supposed to do when one of the girl students would come to him with a problem. It had been nearly two weeks since my death when Logan was in the gym. He had just gotten done showering when he walked out to find one of his students, a girl named Kirsten, waiting for him.

"Mr. Logan, can I talk to you for a minute?"

He immediately felt nervous; he hated talking to the students outside of class. "Yeah, sure," he said, running his band back through his wet hair. "What do you need?"

"There's this guy and I really, really like him and I think he really likes me, but he doesn't go to school here," she said.

Logan waited to hear what she was going to say next but she seemed to be waiting for his response instead. "Alright, how do you know him, then?"

"Well, I was at the mall with some of the other students and I was hanging out in the coffee shop and we just started talking. We've kind of been dating for a few weeks now and I really, really like him,"

"Yeah, I got that, what do you need to talk about, though?" Logan wasn't really one to go to for dating advice; he knew it but decided not to tell her that.

"Oh, I was wondering if I should tell him,"

He tried to keep his patients but he didn't understand why girls didn't just come out and say what they wanted. "Tell him what?"

"That I'm…well, a mutant. We're supposed to go out for Valentine's Day and I wanted to tell him then, but I like him and I'm scared he'll break up with me,"

"Look, if that guy breaks up with you 'cause you're a mutant, then he doesn't deserve to be going out with you,"

"You're supposed to say that, you're my teacher,"

Yes, Logan had not quite gotten the hang of dealing with teenage girls; they were simply just too moody for him.

"No, I'm sayin' it 'cause it's true. You have to make that decision on your own, though, you have to listen to your instincts,"

"Have you ever not gone out with a girl because you knew something about her?"

"No,"

"So if you love someone it won't matter, right?"

"It doesn't always work like that,"

"Why not?"

"Because some people don't get us, and they won't ever get it. They'll always hate us and we can't change that. But we can't hide what we are from everyone, so if you think this guy is gonna' be worth it, the do what you feel like you need to do,"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Logan," she said. He didn't say anything; he just nodded his head at her. She turned to walk, but only got a couple of feet before she turned back around to face him. "Oh, Mr. Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about Miss Rynolds, I really liked her,"

He drew in a sharp breath. "Yeah, I did too,"

"Well…bye," she said and then left.

The mention of my name didn't hurt quite as badly as it had to begin with, but that only made him feel guilty and want to hurt. He hadn't drank as much in those past few days as he had to begin with, nor had he been working out quite as much. He only went in for a few hours a day to work on the lessons for his classes, which he was supposed to take back over that coming Monday. It was a Saturday and he was giving himself two days to catch back up on everything and prepare some.

He went back to his room to get dressed before dinner, no matter how bad he felt, Logan wouldn't go to dinner in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He pulled open his door and saw my sitting on his bed.

"Hey, can I try your boots on?" I asked.

"No," he replied. He always told me no.

"Why not?" I asked as he walked into his bathroom. As much as he wanted to see me, he wanted me to really be there with him, not for him to just see me randomly.

"Because," he said, pulling off his T-shirt.

"But mine are messed up; they've got blood stains all over them,"

"I'll buy you some new ones," There was a knock on the door and he walked back through his bedroom. I was gone. He opened the door and saw Scott standing there. "What?" he asked.

"Who are you talking to?"

"I was on the phone," he lied. At least he didn't say it was the TV; that's so over used. "What do you want?"

"The Professor wants to see you in his office,"

"Why didn't he tell me himself?"

"I don't know, I was in his office and going to go to my room and he just asked me to come and tell you,"

"Alright, let me grab a shirt," he said and turned around.

"Hey Logan,"

"What?"

"It stops after a while,"

"What does?" Logan asked, taking an A-shirt from his drawer and pulling it on.

"Seeing them,"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, Scooter," he said as he pulled on the flannel shirt he had hanging up and started to button it.

"When you see them and hear them, it'll stop, then you miss it when it does,"

Logan stared at him hard. "Good, maybe you'll stop seein' 'em, whoever they are," he said, pushing passed him roughly and walking quickly down the hall.

Although Logan knew that if anyone could understand him, it was Scott, but he still didn't want to let anyone know that he was cracking. He had never cared about what other people thought about him, he had never been bothered by other people's opinions of him or what they thought of the life that he had led, but he did care if people thought that he was going crazy, however. Logan was not used to sympathy from people, especially towards him for as long as it had been, but he knew that he would rather people sympathize with him over having them worry that he was losing his mind.

Once Logan arrived to the Professor's office, he wanted to speak to him about his classes.

"Logan, I know that you feel as though you're ready to go back to teaching, but I'm afraid that I don't share the same confidence as you. I believe that you should take a longer break,"

"Look Chuck; I'm gonna' be fine, I don't know why everyone keeps botherin' me about it,"

"Because we're worried about you,"

"Why?"

"Because we all know that you were very close to Chloe,"

"She's dead, this is about me; I don't know why everyone can't just leave her out of this,"

"We were all very close to her as well, but we've gotten through it by talking about her. You on the other hand, attempt to just erase her memory from you by staying in the gym all day long,"

"I teach a class on self defense, I was wokin' on my lessons,"

"That may be your excuse for working out but that is no reasoning for your excessive drinking. I have attempted to overlook your brining alcohol into my school but I'm afraid that I will have to ask you to either drink else where or keep your outbursts down,"

"What outbursts?"

"You have had a quick temper with Scott and Marie over these past couple of weeks, which again, I have attempted to overlook as I believe that they understand that you're mourning, but I will not accept you going off on Miss Robbins that way that you did last week,"

"So that's what this is about? You think that I'm gonna' get drunk and go off on one of the kids? I can't get drunk, it doesn't matter how much I drink, it doesn't help. Maybe if you feel that way you should just fire me then, maybe I won't cause so much trouble for you that way,"

"Logan I am not firing you, I just need you to learn how to control your temper. I don't believe for a minute that you would do anything to harm any of the children. However, I do ask you to at least try to understand that you're not the only person in this house that is mourning Chloe's death; we are all trying to deal with it,"

"It's not the same for you,"

"Granted we were never quite as close to her as you, I believe we are all pained by her absence from the house,"

"I see her; I can hear her talkin' to me and then when I try to sleep all I dream about is her. She's everywhere I look and every one of those girls that passes me in the hall. I see her blood still on me. When I close my eyes, I see her dying, lying there terrified and telling me that she was scared. I have to live with the regret of promising her that I would find her father when all I want to do is watch him die they way that I had to watch her. Every day I have to live with the fact that I was in love with her and for some stupid reason, I didn't do anything about it. I'm not sure how you felt about her Chuck, but I know I'm doin' a pretty good job getting' through right now," he said, his voice rising with passion over the conversation.

"I am well aware of the repercussions of you being present at the time of her death,"

"It has nothing to do with me bein' there, it has to do with I was supposed to protect her and I couldn't. She trusted me; do you know how hard that was for her? Men did her wrong her whole life and when she finally trusted me and started carin' about me, I let her down and hurt her and then I let her get killed,"

"Logan, you did not let her get killed. What happened was not your fault and I know that Chloe did not blame you for anything that happened to her,"

"Chuck if you don't let me teach," he said and the paused, trying both to think of the right words to say and also to keep his emotions in check. Logan had never been good at expressing how he felt in words; it was always with actions. He didn't like you, he would show you and you would feel it. He was angry, everyone could tell. He loved you, you felt like the center of the universe and as though no one had ever been loved the way that he loved you. But right then, he knew that he had to try to relay his feelings to the Professor; there was no way around it. "These past two weeks that Summers has taken over for me, all I've done is stayed in my room or in the gym, if you want me to stop doin' that then you're gonna' have to let me teach. Without those kids, I'm gonna' go crazy,"

Professor Xavier didn't have to be psychic to know that it was true; all he had to do was look at him and it was evident. On the outside, he looked fine, as though he were holding up well, but one look in his eyes and you knew it was all just a faced. He was cracking and breaking and falling apart, it was all right there, but no one would ever know it because during that time, the Professor and Scott had been the only ones to truly look him in the eyes.

"It will get easier Logan, I promise, but you have to let it. You cannot justify what her father did to her by punishing yourself. Naturally, you feel guilty because you were there, but you didn't know that anything was wrong or going to happen,"

"But I should have been watchin' her, that's what I was supposed to be doin',"

"And I should have contacted you in another way. If I had done so, then you wouldn't have been away from her and you would have known to protect her," he said and Logan realized that he wasn't the only one with guilt.

"I can't get over this; I can't ever forget it,"

"No one is asking you to,"

There was a long stretch of silence and they both sat quietly, each full of thoughts and memories of me. The Professor had been what I had been looking for: an actual father figure. He was smart, generous, lovely and at times, quite witty. He had given me the life that I had never had and had always strived to make for myself. He had been a good friend and I had appreciated everything that he had given me. Because he had been one of the very few that had known what I had been through, he tried to make sure that I never had to worry about anything ever again, and I never did.

"I was in love with her Chuck, how do I get over that?"

"You don't. As with everything, it will get better over time, but there is no guarantee that you will ever truly get over her,"

"I only wanted to take care of her,"

"You did," he said. "And she was grateful for it all,"

Logan ran his hands back through his hair as he slumped in his seat. "Did she know…how I feel?"

"Yes, I believe so and I also believe that she shared the same admiration for you that you had for her. There was no doubt that she enjoyed your company and I believe that she felt closer to you than anyone else,"

"So do I get to keep my job or what?"

Professor Xavier smiled at him and nodded his head. "Yes, you may resume teaching on Monday,"

"Alright," Logan said standing. "Thanks for this nice little chat, Chuck, but I got somewhere I gotta' go,"

"You're welcome Logan, and please, be very careful,"

"I will," he said, leaving his office.

Logan wanted to talk to me; he needed to. After his conversation with Xavier, he felt an overwhelming urge to speak to me rather than about me, so he went to his room to get dressed. When he started down his hall, he saw Haylie walking towards him.

"Hey, I was looking for you," she said to him, stopping in front of his door so that he couldn't ignore her.

"Why?"

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I'm taking you out,"

"Excuse me?" he asked, blinking at her condescendingly.

"I know that we haven't gotten along all that well, but I'm going to make it up to you because I am taking you out for dinner,"

"I'm busy,"

"Doing what?"

"None of your business,"

"If this is because you don't think that you can afford it, don't worry; I'm paying for it,"

Logan suppressed a growl. The Professor wouldn't let him teach for sure if he went off on her right then. "I have my own money, if I wanted to go somewhere, but I'm not interested,"

"You're not interested in going anywhere or in me?" she asked, winding a piece of hair around her index finger and pouting her lips slightly.

He thought she was attractive, beautiful actually, and had only just noticed as she was standing there, blatantly flirting with him. He hadn't noticed because, well…because quite frankly, I had been the only woman on his mind, but he couldn't ignore how gorgeous he thought she was, not with her standing right there in front of him.

She was attracted to him as well; she had been since she had first seen him that day in Professor Xavier's office, standing in his workout clothes, dripping sweat. She thought he was sexy and the growling didn't bother her anyone, as a matter of a fact, she thought it only made him sexier.

"I'm not interested in either one," he said.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. You know, I used to do that but I never did it to try to look appealing. It was a bad habit and I only did it when I was thinking or nervous. She, on the other hand, was only trying to woo the beast in front of her.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Now, if you don't mind, can you get out of my way?" he said strongly. Good boy.

She stepped away from his door and allowed him to enter. He grabbed his boots and say down on his bed to pull them on. Haylie followed him into his room and stood beside him, crossing her arms.

"This can't all be because I was in her room; you must have something else wrong with you,"

He looked up at her. "There's a lot of things wrong with me, but this ain't about me, it's about you,"

"Me, there's nothing wrong with me,"

He laughed at her. "I'm sure there's not," he said sarcastically. "So why don't you just leave fore I accidentally insult you again?"

She rolled her eyes and looked over to her left where she saw the photo of Logan and me that he had taken from my room. She reached over and picked it up. "Is this Chloe?"

"Don't touch that," he said, pulling on his second boot.

"She was actually a little pretty with makeup on. I saw those other pictures of her without it and she looked rough,"

"She didn't need makeup, she was fine the way she was,"

"Well, she certainly doesn't look like me,"

"Which is a good thing," he said, stand and snatching the frame from her grasp, placing it back onto his nightstand.

"You that that she looked fine without makeup?" She asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Look," he said, standing closer to her in an attempt to intimidate her enough so that she would leave him alone. "I don't care what you say about me but you won't talk about her that way. She was beautiful and you're right; you don't look anything like her,"

"That's why you were so close to her," she stated.

"What are you talkin' about?"

"The two of you were going out, weren't you?"

"No,"

"Really, because I think that you're lying,"

"I don't care what you think, I wasn't good enough for her, she deserved someone better,"

"I doubt that," she muttered.

"Get out of my room,"

"What?" she asked, looking shocked.

"I said get out,"

"I don't think you really want me to leave," she said again, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm not gonna' stand her and play your stupid little kid games with you, so why don't you go and find someone else who will?"

"I'm not playing stupid games and I think you would enjoy play with me," she said then leaned in a kissed him. She kissed him softly at first, then harder, but he was reciprocating any of it and finally moved her from him as gently as he could manage, given his current state.

"When you insult my girl and I tell you to get out I don't mean for you to kiss me, so I'm gonna' tell you one more time and if you don't leave then I'll make you. Get out of my room and leave me and her alone,"

"Fine," she said, walking to his door. "But you don't have to worry about me leaving her alone; she's dead." She smirked. She knew that it would cause a reaction from him, which was what she wanted, but he knew that and took in a few deep breaths to keep himself calm and just waited for her to leave, which she finally did.

He didn't wait for the sound of the door closing before he grabbed his blue jean jacket, pulled it on and then grabbed his leather jacket to slip on but saw the nearly faded blood stain that I had left on it. Storm had cleaned it for him and had gotten about ninety percent of the blood washed out, but the small spot that she hadn't been able to get out and hoped that he wouldn't notice, had just stood out to him clearly. He had gotten better, he really had, but it was things like that that griped his heart and tightened the knot in his stomach. He knew that I was gone and was slowly beginning to accept it, but hearing Haylie's tactless comments and having to see my blood on his clothes made him want even more for it to all be wrong and just a big misunderstanding.

Logan wasn't a religious man, he was mad at whoever he thought controlled everything because he had had his memory, his life, his everything, taken from him and he didn't know why. However, he prayed, not to anyone specific, just to anyone who would listen to him. He prayed that I would be okay, that I would be taken care of, that whoever had a say in the matter would allow me to know that he loved me. Men would like for us to think that they're all macho, he-men who can do it all and always remain tough. That they can go through anything without so much as flinching, but they know that they can only conquer that feat with the person they love right beside them, the women in their lives. Without us, however, there is a tremendous and quite drastic, difference. Without me, Logan pardoned and asked for forgiveness for any, and all grievances that he had towards anyone whom he thought might be taking car of me. Because, you see, Logan was an extremely proud man, but he would never let even something like his own pride get in the way of my well-being. Even after I was dead, Logan still wanted to take care of me and so he did what he could, even if that meant letting go of grudges that he had held for years, during a time when that was all that he had. Yes, men are stubborn creatures: always wanting their way in arguments, always trying to get the last word in, doing their best to explain to you how their taste in food, movies and music is somehow better than yours and sometimes, even making you watch hockey when we really couldn't care less about the sport, but they redeem themselves. The things that Logan had done, but had never bothered him, he finally repented for, just so that he could ask for my safety and there is no way to put into words how deeply grateful I was for that.

The cematary was fairly empty when Logan arrived, with only a few people scattered around, engrossed only in the stone in front of them. He walked to my grave, seeing my tombstone for the first time. He dusted the snow off with his bare hand and the placed a rose in front of it. The red a bright contrast to the stark while snow all around him.

"Hey darlin', I wanted to bring you something for Valentine's. I know I'm a day early, but I thought I'd bring it anyway," he said, taking a deep breath and running his hand back through his hair. "Look, I'm still not used to this whole thing. I hate comin' here 'cause you shouldn't be here, you should be at home with me. And I shouldn't have to bring you flowers down here either, 'cause I should be takin' you out tomorrow, that's what I want to be doin'. You're drivin' me crazy kid, you always have, but these past two weeks have been…a little harder on me," he paused for a second and kicked around some of the snow on the frozen ground. "I talked to Chuck today and uh…he said that you knew how I feel about you. I'm sorry darlin', I really am, I was stupid not to do anything about it. I would do anything to make you happy, but when you told me what you wanted, I couldn't do it. I was…scared that I was gonna' hurt you and if I hurt you then that would have killed me. But I didn't realize that I did hurt you 'cause you just wanted the same thing as me. All I want right now is to hold you, just to touch you once, that's all I want and that's never gonna' happen. I should have kissed you ever time I had the chance, done everything that I could to show you how much I loved you, but I didn't. I thought I was gonna' get to keep you this time, but he took you away from my twice. Chloe, if I hadn't promised you that I wouldn't find your father, I would have already found him and killed him. Why did you make me promise you that? I could have made him suffer the same way that you did. I know that it wouldn't have brought you back, nothing's gonna' bring you back to me, but if I could have watched him die then it might have made this a little easier on me…but you wouldn't let me," A breeze blew by and he looked around him. There was a redheaded woman getting into a black car and he thought how odd it was that while Jean was gone, every redhead he saw made him turn his head, but since I had died, it was curly blondes that caught his attention. He watched the car drive away until he could no longer see it. He let out another long breath. "I've gotta' go, but I'll come back again sometime soon, I promise. I love you and miss you, kid…bye,"

Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair.

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away.

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would.

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away.

Logan left the cemetery, feeling slightly drained. He hadn't been there to speak to me since I had been buried and seeing my gravestone hurt him more than he expected. There was something chilling about actually seeing my named etched onto the tombstone that made the pain that had first settled deep into his bones as he watched me dying, return with a fierce vengeance, attacking him once more. But he didn't deserve it, he had worked so hard those past few years to make a good life for himself, to help the kids at the school and he had earned the good things in his life, but I was hurting him. I was dead and yet some how I still managed to hurt him.

Valentine's Day at the mansion was usually filled with love struck teenagers trying to woo his or her crush. With the adults, it was usually just spent with their partners, and more than likely ended with them watching a romantic movie. That year, however, 'the holiday of love' had been scaled down quite a bit do in part by my death.

Although Logan had never cared too much about any holiday, Valentine's had always been his best, usually giving presents to all of his girls, which involved Jean, Storm and, of course, Rogue. He had bought their presents weeks before, but that morning, as he went to take them from his dresser, he saw the extra one that he had bought for me. Even though we hadn't been speaking all that much at the time when he had bought them, he wanted to still buy me one. They were silver bracelets with a charm of the letter 'X' on each. He took them out and let out a deep breath. How had it all gone so terribly wrong? At what point was it fair to take me away from him? He had done some bad things, he knew that, but he felt that taking me away was the wrong punishment. Although it had certainly punished him well enough, it was nearly killing him, but he thought that it wasn't right that I should have lost my life because of what he had done in his past. Logan wasn't one to judge fairness, he knew that things weren't 'fair' and he had never expected them to be. However, when it came to me, to his family, he was protective and felt the need to take care of all of them at all times. And so when something happened to one of us and not to him, he felt it was wrong and strongly unjustified. Therefore, blaming himself.

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

Logan left for breakfast a little earlier than usual. He slipped into Jean, Storm and Rogue's classrooms each to place their presents on their desks, as he had every year. He never said that it was he who left them, but they all knew. After putting their Valentine's gifts in their places, he walked into the dinning room. He quickly scanned over the staff table and saw that the only empty seats were beside Haylie and Scott. He had to decide which one he hated most.

"Mornin' Scooter," he said, plopping down in the seat beside Scott.

"Good morning Logan, as much as I would love to spend the day with you, is there anyway that my wife can sit beside me?" he joked with a smile.

Logan realized that Jean wasn't at the table and so giving up his seat would mean having to sit beside Haylie.

"Yeah, sure," he said slightly irritated, but standing and moving anyway.

"Happy Valentine's Day Logan," she said but he didn't reply, he only grabbed a plate, stabbed a pile of pancakes and pulled them onto it. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

Everyone looked at her in disbelief. They all noticed how she seemed to enjoy watching Logan's response to her invasive questions, especially when the involved me.

"Well, I was gonna' take Chloe out," he answered very smoothly; as though I had simply just had something I had to do and couldn't go, rather than being dead.

"Well, I'm not doing anything, why don't I go with you instead?"

No one had been talking, they were all quiet respectfully at the mention of my name but it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing even, just waiting to hear Logan's answer.

Haylie thought that by asking him in front of the other staff, he wouldn't turn her down, obviously she hadn't know Logan for very long or she would have realized that turning her down in front of the other teachers was the least of his problems at the moment.

"No, I think I'd rather go to the cemetery," he said as he took a bit of his pancake. Scott let out a small laugh and Jean, who had walked in just in time to hear the conversation, nudged him with her elbow.

It wasn't a full on insult, he hadn't actually said; 'I'd rather hang out and talk to a dead Chloe than go out with a live you,' but one could imply that that was how he meant it. However, he would defend to the Professor, if he were to call him on it later, that he simply meant that he would just rather spend his day with me than going out and attempting to have fun.

"Logan, I need to speak to you for a moment," Jean said standing.

"Don't I get to finish eating first?" he asked.

"You can eat when we get done; it'll still be there when we get back,"

"Fine," he said as he stood and then followed Dr. Grey as she led him from the dinning room, down the hall further and into her classroom. "Can we make this fast, I need to work on my lessons for this week,"

"Logan listen; I know that you don't like Haylie because she's Chloe's sister, but just try to be nice to her, she's not going to be here for much longer,"

"Me not likin' her doesn't have anything to do with her bein' Chloe's sister,"

"Yes is does,"

"No, I don't like her because since she's been here all she's gone is disrespect Chloe,"

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I know that this is deeper than that. You're mad because since she was fifteen you have been there for her as the only family she had, but once Haylie showed up, you were jealous,"

"I am not jealous of her," Logan said.

"Yes you are, you think that since she has a real family member around now that you'll be pushed into the background,"

"The background of what Jean? Chloe's dead, there's no reason for me to be jealous of anyone,"

Jean stopped and looked at him hard for a moment. "She kissed you?" he didn't say anything. "Why would she do that?"

"I don't know,"

"What did you do?"

"I made her leave," he said. "Why is she still here, she doesn't care anything about knowin' Chloe,"

"The Professor feels that she should stay for just a little bit longer,"

"Why?"

"I think that the Professor would prefer that I didn't tell you,"

"Well I don't care what Chuck would prefer, if she's stayin' here I deserve to know why,"

"The Professor thinks that since her father doesn't know that she's a mutant then we might be able to use her to help catch him,"

"Well that's the most useful thing she's done since she's been here," he said with a slight sarcastic tone. "So why has it taken so long for this to work, why haven't you tried anything yet?"

"She doesn't exactly know that she's going to help us. The Professor thinks that it would be better not to tell her right away,"

"Why can't Chuck just use Cerebro and find him?"

"He has, he's been following him the past two weeks,"

"So where is he?"

"He's in Canada,"

"Why doesn't he just call the police and tell them, why do we have to wait around for her to keep up with the plans?"

"Because he's out of the country,"

"Well how long do we have to wait for her to do something?"

"The Professor wants to give her another week or two," Logan let out an irritated sigh. "You can help speed I up,"

"How?" he asked, looking right at her, but she adverted her gaze. "Jean, look at me," he demanded. He was tired of no one looking at him, with the exception of Scott, Xavier and Haylie, who we wished wouldn't look at him.

She looked up at him. "I'm so sorry for you Logan," she said.

"I know but what can I do to help speed up this whole thing; all I want is to put this guy back in jail for her, that's what she wanted," he said. "Tell me what to do, Jean,"