And here is the next chapter. Once again don't own Wolverine, Rogue, X-men.

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"Where… is…. He!"

If I had been clearer headed, I might have noticed how intensely Detective Sean was studying me. But I was a bit busy thinking of ways to hurt a certain Canadian.

"I'll escort you to him," said Sean as he gestured for me to follow him. Soon we were both going down a hall and stopped before a metal door. Sean took a key and unlocked the door, then gestured me inside.

When I confessed to murder, I wasn't handcuffed. Hell I wasn't even put in the back of the police car. Logan not only was in a locked room, but had his clothes taken away and was wearing an orange prison suit. Both his hands and feet were chained. And he had two police officers behind him armed with guns.

Oh sure! Him they take seriously! I'm just a silly little girl!

"What the HELL ARE YOU DOING!"

I didn't realize I was shouting until I was done saying the words. And Logan, damn him, actually smirked. Smirked!

"Look babe I just figured its better I turn myself in now. Know you're disappointed, but you'll find someone else," said Logan as he shifted in his seat. The two policemen seemed to tense behind him.

"You didn't kill anyone! I did! Now wi-"

I didn't get a chance to finish because Logan began laughing his head off. I think that just shocked me. Logan doesn't laugh. Oh he'll chuckle sometimes, but I've never seen him laugh. Laughing required being less serious, being more fun loving, being less… Logan.

"Is that the story you're telling these cops. Look babe," said Logan as he moved forward and took my hands. Sean waved the cops away who were about stop him. I looked down at the large hands that held mine gently and looked up to stare at his eyes.

"It was a nice thing we had going babe. You were great in bed, but I don't want to go running from the cops my whole life. And I don't need you to complicate stuff by lying for me. Now you go on and find yourself another guy to have a good time with," said Logan. And damn it, he looked totally and absolutely sincere in what he was saying to me. If I hadn't pulled the trigger, I might have actually believed his confession.

"I… you…. She-hmph"

Whatever I was going to say was cut off. Logan's kiss was just like him… aggressive. His mouth almost hungrily covered mine and my legs turned to jelly before I even knew what was happening. He was exploring my mouth with his tongue when suddenly he pulled away. Or more specifically the two policemen grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away.

"I think perhaps Marie here wants some fresh air," said Sean as he took my arm and pulled me towards the door. Logan gave a rumbling growl and nearly broke free of the two men. This time his eyes were on Sean though and he looked pissed.

As for me? I could have Sabertooth looming over me and I wouldn't have cared. What can I say, his a good kisser.

"I suggest you don't pop out those claws of yours. Lets not forget what happened last time," said Sean who seemed to study Logan for a minute after the growl had erupted. Logan though soon had himself under control and was giving that damn smirk again. He waved to both of us as we exited the room. Hearing Sean's comments about Logan's claws jerked me out of the fuzzy feeling I was having a moment ago. Logan used his claws? No wonder they had two twitchy policemen watching him. Sean began speaking as he locked the door.

"Marie… I have a feeling you weren't totally honest when you made your confession at the police station. Before you go claiming this man isn't the murderer, you're going to have to tell me everything you know," said Sean as he turned to me. I began staring at the floor guiltily. He wanted to know Logan's full involvement in this, which I wasn't exactly honest about. But I had to tell him everything now if I didn't want Logan going away for murder.

"It.. it started when I went to the cabin…."

I told him everything and when I mean everything… I mean EVERYTHING. How we were mutants at a school for mutants. How Logan tried to get us to go into hiding after I killed Jean. I even told him the real reason why I went to the cabin, because I was having doubts of how solid my relationship was with the guy. I knew if I held anything back, it could cost Logan his freedom.

Minutes passed by while I waited for Sean's response on everything I said. Very slow.. agonizing minutes and he wasn't helping with just standing there and rubbing his damn chin!

"I believe you."

For the first time since Jean's death I felt full force happiness. Before I knew what I was doing, I had the guy in a hug. He awkwardly patted my back. He probably wasn't used to having criminals happy that their confessions were believed.

"Sorry," I muttered as I let go. I knew my pale skin was probably blushing like a tomato now.

"It's quite alright," said Sean with a smile.

"But why do…"

"Marie I've had this job for five years. By now I can spot whose good at lying and whose bad at it. And with all due respect, you're one of those people lousy at lying. Also quite frankly his motivation to turn himself in just doesn't feel right to me," said Sean as he led me down the hallway. He opened another door with an empty room. Two chairs and a table were there.

"Sean what exactly did Logan tell you," I said as I sat down. Its funny, but I never saw Logan as a good liar. Deadly, easy to anger, and damn stubborn, but he just never struck me at being good when it came to deception. Boy was I wrong.

"The story is similar in some ways. Logan stated that he was having an affair with Jean under your nose. And that him and Jean were making love at the cabin," said Sean. I winced and I know Sean must have noticed, but thankfully pretended not to.

"Then the story begins to differ. Logan claims he told Jean it was over between them. That Jean became angry and threatens to tell you about the whole affair. They fought… and finally Logan became so desperate to keep her quite that he killed her with the hunting rifle," said Sean. Logan breaks it off with Jean? Couldn't get a more fictional story.

"Then he says you came to the cabin to surprise him and found the body. You convinced him to make a run for it, but eventually he changes his mind and decides to turn himself in. He also repeatedly said you loved him like crazy and would do anything to get him out of jail," said Sean. Love him? Yeah I did love him, but do I still? I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should be thinking about how to get Logan to stop doing this crazy stuff. But the question keeps popping in my head do I love him? And the scarier question is, does it really matter anymore?

Come on Marie, concentrate!

"Sean if you know chances are that I'm telling the truth and he isn't, th-"

"Marie, I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that," said Sean with a frown as he scratched his neck. I was getting a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when he said that.

"You see as far as my superiors are concerned, this case is closed. It took a lot of talking and begging just to convince them to let me speak with you before they formally charged Logan with murder. When they see Logan, they see an angry mutant with deadly claws whose obviously a murderer. While you would appear as…"

"As the silly girl with a crush on Logan who's trying to get him free of murder," I said as I pulled a strand of my hair. I was just getting a bit tired of this stereotype. Back at the school everyone just saw me as a girl with a crush and even criminal investigators saw me as just that, figures. I was actually tempted to show myself as a dangerous mutant with my skin, but I knew that really wouldn't help in anyway. They would still lock Logan up.

"Sean what do I have to do in order to convince your superiors I'm the murderer?" I asked and nearly held my breath before he responded.

"I need you to tell me something about the murder that Logan wouldn't know about. Something that only the one who pulled the trigger would know and that we have evidence of," said Sean. My brain was whirling. Something I did that Logan wouldn't know? I saw Jean, I shot her with the rifle. Not really much more to it than that. What would I know that Logan wouldn't?

"Marie…"

I looked up to his face. I knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth.

"You have to think about it Marie, really think about the murder. You have to go over every detail of memory you have on it," said Sean in a gentle voice. We both knew that I didn't want to think about it. Think about how it happened, how it felt…

I closed my eyes and let the memory come back. You know it's the blood I remember first, not the rifle going off. Just the blood and how it flowed down her pearl white, perfect body. As her che-

"The bullet," I said and my throat sounded raw as I said the words. Feeling too many emotions and I felt like I was drowning in them.

"What about the bullet Marie," asked Sean sounding gentle and patient as always. He was really good at this.

"It hit Jean in the chest a.. and then went through her. Going out her back. Logan.. he.. doesn't," I stuttered. I knew what I wanted to say. I really did! I was just having trouble talking as my eyes watered. Because talking about this made me remember what I really was now. A killer, a murderer, a monster. Take your pick. And one good thing about this whole mess was that it made me forget that for a short time. Sean took my hands and squeezed them.

"I understand, wait here," said Sean and then he got up. I watched him leave and prayed that what I said would help him.

She was pissed, but she'd get over it. A year or two from now she might even not beat herself up so much about what happened. She didn't see this stunt coming and why would she? Learning what she learned, she thinks I should hate her guts.

If she ever finds the time to ask why I'm doing the things I'm doing though, I aint gonna have an answer for her. I'm not even sure why I do what I do. I'm a guy who follows instincts and mine are just telling me one thing… don't let her go to prison. Don't let her life be turned to crap because of this. I turn to one of the officers.

"How about a beer bub?"

The guy just takes a step back and keeps his gun pointed at me. Shesh, you wave your claws a few times and everyone gets nervous. I had to put on a good show though.

Things just seemed to have gotten more complicated last few days. When Jean made a move on me, yeah I took what she gave. It wasn't because I secretly loved her or anything, its just I always wondered what it would be like with her. Came up with quite a few fantasies during those years at the school.

But I didn't want to mess up what I had with Marie, I really didn't. Hell, I had us go hundreds of miles to some cabin in the mountains just so no one would ever know. Did I love Marie? Well not sure if I even can get that feeling, but I felt something for the girl. Maybe that's why I took Jean's offer. I understood her offer, I got it all the time at bars. But Marie was going to be different and I was gonna have to be different. But I wasn't ready to give up my old ways yet. And so we fucked and I knew within a week I'd have her out of my system. Then Marie shows up and it all turns to hell.

I can't blame Marie for what she did because honest truth I'd skewer Scott if I found him the same way. Yeah I know that's crap, I cheat on Marie but I still would kill anyone who touches her. But I aint perfect, hell I'm pretty messed up compared to your average joe. I know I created one huge mess here and I just gotta try to fix it best I can.

Uhoh, that 'Detective Sean' is walking in. I was hoping for a stupid detective, but this guy is pretty clever. And I gotta be careful what I say to the guy.

"Hello Logan," said Sean as he sat down across from me. Then he pushes his chair back a few feet from the table. I can't help, but grin. Sometimes its funny seeing people scared of you.

"How about a beer Sean?" I asked like we were good old buddies. He blinks and then shakes his head.

"Perhaps another time. I'd like to go over Jean's murder one last time," said Sean and I could feel myself tense. This was it… one more time going over the murder and I knew they'd lock me up. I hope Marie would be ok out there without me. I'll have to make sure she was looked after.

"You were having an affair with Jean, but wanted to end it."

"Yep."

"She threatens to expose the affair."

"Yeah."

"You take the loaded hunting rifle and shoot her in the back?"

"Yeah."

Something was wrong… his scent changed. And I don't like that damn grin.

"Wait! I.. it wasn't.."

I was stuttering damn it! But what could I have said to make him grin like that. Jean was shot with the damn rifle I know that for sure. No way can he know I'm lying.

"That'll be all Logan," said Sean with a hint of smugness in his voice. He was to the door and I was standing up thinking fast. The two idiots behind me started barking orders for me to sit down. If I killed Sean though.. that would clench it. They'd have to put me away and let her go.

"I know what you're thinking," said Sean with his hand on the doorknob.

"Yeah?"

"Let me explain what's going to happen when you try to attack me. Two guns are going to go off and send you to the floor. I'm going to go through this door before you can even get up and you'll be locked away. Marie will STILL go to jail for murder, the only difference is you'll go to jail as well. Meaning you won't be able to help her… at all," said Sean and he said it all with a level tone. The only way I knew he was scared shitless was because he smelled it. But he wasn't showing it in his face or voice. This guy has one hell of a poker face.

"I get your point," I growled and sat back down. I wanted to kill him.. he was sending her to prison. But I was chained and guarded. I showed them how dangerous I was and now I had no chance of stopping Sean.

"For what its worth. I'm going to speak to the prosecutor. She should get a light sentence for cooperating and considering the circumstances," said Sean as he opened the door. Screw his 'light sentence', if Marie suffered because of this I was going to make this guy pay. Didn't say it out loud, but he got the message just looking into my eyes.