Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to Marvel, because seriously, if I did, I would be rich out the wa-zoo and I'm totally not. I also don't own the rights to the song in this chapter which is called 'Losing You'. Now, I looked up pretty much all of the lyrics after I finished writing the story to find some that related to it and I was surprised by the line in this song where it says 'I remember the time when you asked me what was right or wrong' (or something like that) because in 'Unbreakable' Chloe asks Logan what's right and wrong on the ride to Seattle. Just thought that ya'll might find it as interesting as me. Anywho, on with the chapter, please enjoy!

"Well, this is the last place I expected to find you," Haylie said, walking up to Logan where he was sitting in the library the next day.

"Why?"

"You just don't look like the book type,"

He blinked at her condescendingly. "Well, I know how to read," he said, trying not to be too rude to her.

"Oh, I know that," she said, sitting down beside him. "Anyway, I was looking for you,"

"So why are you in here?"

"Because you're here,"

"I thought you didn't expect to see me here?"

"I already looked everywhere else,"

He ruffled the back of his hair with his hand. "So why were you looking for me?" he asked.

She ran her fingers over his other hand, massaging the spots between his knuckles. If only she know what lay just under the skin; there razor sharp blades made from indestructible metal. Perhaps then, she wouldn't have been looking at him so seductively.

"I wanted to ask you something," she said, turning her head to the side and biting the edge of her lip slightly.

He moved in his seat uncomfortably; he didn't want her touching him. "What?"

"I was wondering…did Chloe keep a journal or a diary or anything?"

He thought it was none of her business, but decided not to say so. "Not that she told me about. Why?"

"Well, it's just that everyone's feeding me all of these sugar coated stories about her and I was just wanting to know the real her. There's no way that she was that great of a person,"

He felt as if a knife had been stabbed into his heart and twisted; he thought that I was a great person, and better than her at least. He let out an aggravated sigh. "Chloe was…honest, about everything. How she acted around everyone was how she felt, so if everyone's tellin' you stories about her, then they're true,"

"So she never got mad or anything?"

He thought back and a small smile spread across his lips. "She got mad at me,"

"For what?" she asked, continuing to stroke his hand.

"Uh, when we first met I fought in the bar she lived in and she ran bets on the fighters, but apparently I screwed them up, so she got mad at me about it. She didn't like me back then and she let me know it,"

"So that was it; you only fought when you first met?"

"No," he said. He was no longer looking at her, but was lost in thoughts of me. "We would fight almost everyday about something, but I never got mad at her,"

"Then why did you fight?" she asked, moving from his hand, up his arm.

"'Cause that's just how we were,"

"But everyone said that the two of you were close, why would you fight with each other if you really were?" she asked, massaging his shoulder. "It doesn't seem to me that she cared as much about you as you did,"

He looked at her and moved her hand from his shoulder. "Probably not," he said and she looked satisfied with herself. "I don't think anyone could care about me like I care about her,"

"Care about her, she's dead," she said with a rude chortle.

"Do you want something from me?" he asked, forgetting his plan momentarily as his voice took on a slightly angry tone.

"I want you to forget about her. It's stupid for you to sit around talking and thinking about her when there's someone else here that's interested in you,"

He took a sharp breath as she touched his cheek. "I can't,"

"Why not,"

"Because,"

"Because why?"

He looked her right in the eye. "Because while your father is still out there getting away with murdering her, that's all I can think about,"

"That's not fair to me," she said.

"Yeah, well, it ain't fair to her either,"

She pulled her hand away from his face, relieving his tension. She thought for a long while. "What if…I've never met him, so he doesn't know that I'm a…mutant," she spat, as though she resented the word, but more so the meaning behind it.

"So?" he asked, trying not to sound pleased with himself, but instead disinterested in what she was saying.

"So, if he doesn't know what I am, maybe I could meet with him,"

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked as she began stroking his hand again, obviously feeling as though she was coming up with an original plan to get him to be hers.

"Well, since I'm his daughter he shouldn't have any suspicions about me wanting to meet him. That way you can set something up, some way for the police to come and find him. Once they do, he'll go to jail,"

He ran his free hand back through his hair. "What's in it for you?"

"You said that you can't get over her knowing that he's still out there, if he's gone then you won't have to worry about anything," she smiled. Bingo.

He nodded his head. "Alright, fine. Talk to the Professor and see if he can help you out,"

She picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles. "I'll take care of it all, don't worry about anything,"

"I won't," he said and she kept smiling at him slyly. "I have to go,"

"Where?"

"I've got to practice for my classes tomorrow,"

"Right now?"

"Yeah,"

"Will you be at dinner?" she asked as he stood.

"I don't know,"

"Why don't you know?"

"I've got long classes tomorrow,"

"Can I come watch you practice then?"

"I don't like people watchin' me what I'm workin' out," he said, walking towards the door.

The liar; he didn't have a modest bone in his body and loved it when the woman would watch him work out and whisper about him when they thought he couldn't hear them.

"Not even Chloe?"

He stopped. "No, I didn't mind her," he said and then left without so much as casting her a single look before walking out of the room and into the hall. He turned the corner and nearly ran into Scott. "Scooter," he said, acknowledging him.

"Logan,"

Logan stopped and turned around to see Scott walking away. "Hey Summers, you seen Marie anywhere?"

"Yeah, she's in the kitchen,"

"Alright," he said and then made his way into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Rogue standing by the island licking chocolate from her finger after sneaking a bite of the icing that was meant to go on the cake for desert that night.

"Caught'cha kid," he said and she turned around, looking surprised.

"I wanted somethin' sweet and I couldn't wait till tonight; are you gonna' tell on me?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"Well, I just might," he said, walking towards her.

"What do I have to do so you won't tell?"

He paused for a moment. "I want you to touch me,"

"What?" she asked, the smile wiping from her face. "Why?"

"Because I need to feel something,"

"No,"

"You said that you would help me if I needed it,"

"That's not gonna' help you, Logan,"

"All I want is for you to touch me, go upstairs, drink a bottle of whiskey and go to bed,"

"No, I'm not gonna' do that,"

"Why?" he asked, slightly agitated by her denials of his one request of her.

"Because if I do that and you get drunk, you might so something stupid,"

"Like what?"

"Like put that pistol in your closet to some use," she said and he looked at her slightly surprised. "You didn't know I knew about that, did you?"

"I'm not gonna' use it on anything, Marie,"

"I'm not talkin' about anything; I'm talkin' about you,"

"Listen, all I want is-"

"To get drunk? Why, what's that gonna' do? You'll pass out and when you wake up sober it's still gonna' feel the same,"

"That's the thing kid, I can't feel anything,"

"Then why do you need to get drunk, what's there to drink away if you don't feel anything?" she asked, looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry that you lost Chloe, we all are, and you know that I would do anything to help you feel better, but I know this isn't gonna' help you,"

"Look, if I don't do something then I can't keep goin' through with this thing with Haylie,"

"Then don't, let Jean or Storm or the Professor or even Scott deal with it,"

"I'm not backin' outta' this now,"

"Why? You're not well enough yet to be doin' something like this,"

"I'm not sick Marie, that's not my problem,"

"Then what is, why can't you let someone else do this for you?"

"Because she's listening to me and if Chuck can get this worked out, she can meet with this guy and he can be sent right back to jail in a couple of weeks,"

She looked at him surprised. "You've already talked her into?"

"I didn't talk her into, it was all her idea," he said with a small smirk.

She gave him half a smile. "You are good, aren't you?"

His smirk expanded. "I'm the best there is at what I do,"

"I have no doubt about that,"

"So are you gonna' help me or not?"

"Not like that, no. I need you here with me Logan, I just need you and I can't do anything that might take you away from me,"

"I've told you Marie; I'm not goin' anywhere, I'm not gonna' leave you," he said and she looked away from him. He tilted her face back up to look at her, the touch not long enough to help or harm him.

"I've heard you say that a few times before," she said. "But you would still leave,"

He swore. "You were a kid back then, you've got Bobby now,"

"Bobby's not the same as you, I need you both,"

"There's nowhere I wanna' go,"

"There's nowhere you wanna' go or you're out of places to run?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna' leave you now, you're all I got, kid,"

She looked at him with the same look she had when she was only seventeen and he had told her that he would take care of her. He had taken care of her and so she repeated the same question that she had then, nearly seven years before. "Do you promise?"

He pushed the white streak of hair that had escaped her ponytail away from her face. "Yeah, I promise," he said and then pulled her to him, careful not to touch her bare skin; if she didn't want him to touch her than he was going to respect that decision. No matter how badly he wanted to chug down a bottle of Jack and actually feel its effects on him, he loved Rogue far too much to go against what she said.

"I wanna' help you and if you want me to do anything else, I will,"

He kissed the top of her head. "I know,"

"I love you Logan,"

"You too, kid,"

I lost the count now of how many letters,
I've wrote from here.
And I lost the count now of how many days,
I've been away from home.
I remember the time that you asked me,
What was right or wrong
And I don't care,
What I'm missing is you.
You
Can't get over losing you

Professor Xavier's school for the gifted is not unlike other schools in the fact that rumors can start and spread like wildfire. On occasion, the rumors stretch out beyond the students and lead to the staff. Certain cases in point would be the time when everyone thought that Jean and Scott were getting a divorce or when it was being told that Storm was pregnant. They were usually few and far between and when they did come up, the Professor would put a stop to them. When I died, the talk was about me, most often about the relationship between Logan and me. However, it took only three weeks after my death for a new subject to emerge from somewhere inside the school's walls. With the new rumor, there was a lot more damage being done that with any of the others.

Logan was at the staff table eating breakfast, sitting beside Rogue as usual when Bobby came in and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up at him. "Mornin' Bobby," he said, taking a bite of his bacon.

"I need to talk to you Logan,"

"Can it wait until after breakfast?"

"No,"

"Alright Drake, let's go talk then," he said standing. They both walked into the hall together and stopped in an empty corridor. "What do we need to talk about?"

"Marie," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What about her?"

"I know that the two of you are close, you have been since before she and I ever got involved and I've never cared because you're her friend, but I'm asking you right now and I want you to be honest with me; exactly how close are you and her?"

"What are you gettin' at?" Logan asked, mimicking Bobby's arm motion and crossing his own over his chest.

"Are you having an affair with Marie?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not playing around with you Logan, are you and Rogue having an affair?"

"No," he said with an angry tone.

"You're telling me the truth?"

"Why don't you talk to your wife about this?"

"Are you telling me the truth?" Bobby shouted, the sound of his voice bouncing back angrily off the surrounding walls.

Logan walked up to him, eliminating the space between them. He placed a hand on his shoulder with a firm grip and looked him square in the eye. "Listen to me Bobby, Marie is my girl, I love her but I haven't, and never will, make a move on her, that's not how I see her. I don't know where you got that idea but you better get rid of it real quick kid, 'cause nothing's goin' on between us, you got that?"

"Someone said that they heard the two of you saying that you loved each other and that they say you kissing her,"

"Did this person fail to remember that no one can touch Marie, how would I be kissin' her?"

"You sure found a way on New Years Eve," he spat.

"She was tryin' to piss Chloe off that night; it had nothing to do with us,"

"So you're saying that this person is lying?"

"Well considerin' that it never happened, yeah, I guess I'm sayin' that they're lyin',"

"Why would someone lie about that?"

"I don't know,"

"So there's no truth to it at all?" Bobby asked, looking Logan back straight in the eye, no longer scared of him like he used to be when he was younger.

"No," he said, letting go of his shoulder and moving back a few feet. "On second though, don't mention this to Marie, there's no point in upsettin' her over some stupid rumor you heard,"

"I think I'll decide what to discuss with my wife,"

He nodded his head at him. "Your call kid," he told him and then walked away, going back to the dining room and sitting down in his seat beside Rogue. It wasn't much longer before Bobby followed and sat down on the other side of Marie, acting as though nothing were wrong.

The rest of breakfast was tense, just not for Logan. Everyone could see that there was something goin on between him and Bobby, and only the Professor and Jean knew what was wrong, but it didn't faze him. He was used to people assuming things of him, especially after the years he spent chasing Jean, much to Scott's dismay. It didn't bother him that Bobby thought of him that way, but he was furious that he would ever think that Marie, of all people, would actually cheat on him. Couldn't he see how crazy she was about him, was he really that blind that he couldn't see that she would never do that to him? The longer he sat there thinking about it, the angrier he became. He thought Bobby was a pretty smart kid, why in the world would he be so quick to believe some stupid rumor. And where exactly did he hear it? Who would do that to his Marie? He was determined to find out who it was and put a stop to it; there was no way he was going to let anyone talk badly about his girl.

Logan was in his classroom, straightening up for his next class, when he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes.

"Guess who," Haylie said from behind him. He moved her hands from his eyes and turned around to face her. "No fair, you cheated,"

"I've got to get this room ready for my next class,"

"But I want to play with you,"

"I can't right now, I've got to work," he said, trying to continue putting the room back in order.

"Well, can we do something tonight?"

"I don't know,"

"Why not,"

"'Cause I don't know what I'm doin' tonight,"

"You know, we've gone out like, once, and that was a week ago,"

"It's also been a week since you said you were gonna' take care of this thing with your father and as far as I know, you haven't done anything about it yet,"

"Maybe you were spending so much time with Rogue, you didn't notice,"

He stopped dead and turned around to see her smirking at him triumphantly. "Excuse me?"

She let out a small laugh. "I've only been here for three weeks and I see what's going on between you. Everyone else much just be stupid or blind," He stalked over to her and grabbed her by her arm. "Ouch, that hurts, let go!"

"So you're the one who told Drake that me and Marie were havin' and affair?"

"I thought that he should know what his wife was doing,"

"She's not doin' anything,"

"Really, because I heard the two of you saying that you loved each other and then you kissed her,"

"And how did I do that, I can't touch Marie!"

"I'm sure that her being married wouldn't stop you from that,"

"No, I mean no one can touch her,"

"What are you talking about?"

"No one can touch her skin, so obviously you didn't see what you thought you did,"

She tried to wring her arm from his grip, but he was holding on too strongly. "Well, I heard you both tell each other 'I love you', I know I heard that,"

"I'm sure you did,"

"So you don't deny that?"

"No, I don't, but that don't mean that me and Marie are havin' and affair. I've told you that you can think or say what you want about me, but you're bringin' her in on this and I'm not gonna' let you do that,"

"You protect Chloe and Rogue when people talk about them but I bet you don't take up for me when they say things about me, do you? And you're not going out with them,"

She thought they were going out. No wonder she had put him off when they met; she was apparently more delusional than he was, and he saw and heard a dead girl.

This was a pivotal moment for him; did he keep his promise to me or did he take care of his Marie? She was, after all, still alive. But he also had to decide whether she was playing him like a piano or if she really was as thick as she was coming across. One look into her eyes and he went with the latter.

"Look, me and Marie have known each other since she was seventeen and I feel the same way about her now as I did then, but if you want anything from me, then you're gonna' have to stop talkin' about her,"

"Alright, fine," she said and he let go of her arm and she crossed them over her chest.

"And I want you to apologize to Marie and Bobby,"

"No," she said with all the defiance of a two year old not wanting to get dressed.

"We're not goin' anywhere until you do, so it's up to you,"

She stamped her foot and pouted slightly. Either Logan had nerves as strong as his claws or he really, really loved me, because I would have never been able to put up with her childish antics. "Okay, I'll tell them I'm sorry,"

"Good, you can do it at dinner tonight, that way everyone can hear it,"

"No, I'm definitely not doing it in front of everyone, I'll just tell them afterwards,"

"No, I think you'll apologize in front of everyone, 'cause it seems your little story had all of the kids talkin'," he said. His first three classes that morning involved dodging questions about the rumor. Most of which had come from the boys, all nudging each other and giving him winks of approval. He responded by making them run two laps around the house.

"But there's like, two hundred people at dinner,"

"Yeah well, something tells me that you don't have a problem with talkin' in front of crowds," he said. "I've gotta' get ready for my next class, so unless you wanna' help I suggest you go and figure out what you're gonna' say; you only got a few more hours,"