Disclaimer: Let's face it, I'm a poor, seventeen-year old girl who doesn't own the rights to anything, let alone somethingas big as Marvel or a matchbox20 song. I do, however, have a lot of time on my hands and enjoy wallowing in their sucsess as my own. Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy!

Sidenote: The reason that the voices aren't written in italics is because that Layla doesn't hear them as thoughts, she hears them as voices, just like everyone else's, and so she gets confused by who's saying what as well. I wanted to bring that in for everyone to understand, so even though I did think about putting them in italics, I thought it might have lost the effect of not even her understanding who's talking at times. Sorry if it's a bit confusing!

"Okay, look, I know that you don't want to go home, but just do it for mom; since Ben died she wants everyone to be there with her," Natalie said as we were looking around a store called Wet Seal.

I felt guilty. It was true that our mom wanted to have everyone at home for the first real holiday since Ben was gone. However, the thought of being there, pretending to be happy, without him, killed me. He was my best friend, the only person in whom I could confide everything. While I was at home, it was hard, just having to be there where he had died. My mother had closed off the den because she couldn't even go in there anymore. Only when I moved to the school did things start to get better. On the other hand, my mother was hurting, too, her son was gone and if all she wanted was to have her family together for one day, I could try to get through it for her.

"Alright, fine," I said.

"Really?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Not the whole weekend, just for Thanksgiving,"

"That's fine, I'm so happy!" she said, giving me a hug.

I awkwardly hugged her back. "Okay, yeah, me too,"

"You're what?" Logan asked me right after dinner. We had just gotten home from shopping and I hadn't even had time to take my bags up to my room.

"I'm going home for Thanksgiving," I repeated to him where the four of us were standing in the hall.

"Why?"

"Well, because my momma wants us all at home,"

"You're an adult, don't you think it's time for you to start makin' decisions on your own instead of doin' what other people want you to do?"

"I'm only doing it because of Ben,"

"You think he would want you to go home so you can get made fun of?"

"No, but-"

"But what?" he asked, cutting me off.

"Why are you trying to keep her from going home with her family?" Natalie asked, an attitude rising in her voice.

I let out a sigh. Getting an attitude with Logan was never a good idea, unless you knew how to handle him, which my sister didn't know how to do.

"I'm not tryin' to keep her from goin' home with her family; I'm tryin' to keep her from gettin' made fun of,"

"Why would you think she gets made fun of unless you make fun of her yourself?" I heard it start as a rumble in his chest before coming out as a low growl. It was a warning, but she didn't know it, she had known him for all of twelve hours, so she wouldn't know to leave well enough alone and just shut up. "Is that what you do, go around behind her back and make fun of her and then blame it on other people? If we do it, at least it's to her face,"

Then there it was; loud and booming, scaring Natalie and Heather as well as some of the students who were still coming from the dining hall. I even jumped some as the growl that had started out barely audible, turned into a brash sound, followed by a long string of swearwords.

"Logan, please calm down, she doesn't understand," I said.

"Understand what? That this guy is a complete idiot who doesn't know anything about our family but thinks he can just insinuate that we pick on you?"

"I'm not insinuatin' nothin', she told me how you treat her and if you wanna' think I'm an idiot for believin' her, than that's fine by me, but that's how it is,"

"See what you've done, you've started a fight between your boyfriend and sister. Wasn't it just this morning when you started a fight between Logan and Bobby? Haven't you realized by now that all you ever do is cause trouble? You're always causing trouble for everyone and you're never worth it. You also told him what to do again. He's sick of that, he hates it when you do it, I told you that already. Why don't you just take a kitchen knife from the dining room and cut right through the veins in your wrist? Everyone will be much happier if you're gone, so do them all a favor and just kill yourself," one of the voices told me, talking over Logan and Natalie's arguing.

"Stop it, just stop!" I yelled at it in frustration. Logan and Natalie stopped and looked at me. I had accidentally said it aloud and they thought that I was yelling at them. "I'm going home for Thanksgiving, that's my decision, mine, okay? It has nothing to do with anyone or anything other than wanting to be there because Ben can't. Logan, you can be mad at me for going and Natalie, you can be mad at me too, but I'm not just going to sit around this year and let ya'll say what you want. I also think it would be a good idea if you and Heather just went ahead and left right now. I'll see you next week,"

I then turned and left. I went to my room and fell on my bed. My day had started out bad and had just gotten worse. The voice that I had heard for the first time only just the day before spoke so much of suicide that I had nearly ran myself into a light post. I tried to kill myself and if my sister hadn't yelled at me, I probably would have. What was happening to me?

There was a light knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened and Logan walked in, shutting it behind him. "Are you pissed at me?" he asked.

I let out a sight and sat up on my bed. "No, should I be?" I asked.

"I yelled at your sister,"

"I do it all the time, doesn't bother me," I said with a faint smile. "You were taking up for me, I appreciate it, but I was just so stressed out from today that I started yelling too when ya'll started arguing. Today's just been kind of hard for me, so I'm sorry for yelling at you,"

He walked over to my bed, pulled me up and held me. We didn't say anything for a few minutes; we just stood there. "It's so hard thinking about Ben not being there. He would always take up for me and make me feel better by making jokes about everyone else to me. I don't know what to do," I said, tears falling down my face.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I think this is something I need to do on my own. After this, I have to decide if I can go back anymore. Thank you though, that means a lot to me,"

"Don't worry about it," he said.

"I mean it; it does mean a lot to me, so do you," I said. "I like you for that,"

He kissed me on top of my head. "You too, darlin',"

There was a time when I thought that all Logan was, was a self absorbed, cocky, sarcastic jerk, who happened to be on the good-looking side. However, once I got to know him, he surprised me by just how nice he could be and I loved to be around him because of it. He was such an interesting person for me to talk to simply because we were such polar opposites. I was raised in a fairly well off area, with a large, not always so supportive, family. He, on the other hand, worked as a schoolteacher and didn't know whether or not he ever had a family of his own. He had worked in bars and been a cage fighter when I had been into neither a bar nor a fight in my entire life. We were different in nearly every way possible and yet we some how worked brilliantly with each other.

I was incredibly nervous the whole ride home. I felt awkward, uneasy and oddly alone. For nearly two months, I had spent the majority of my time with Logan and then suddenly I had to go it along and I wasn't sure what to do.

I had decided to take a cab rather than have one of my parents pick my up from the airport. I spend almost the entire flight arguing with the voices in my head over whether the plane was going to crash or not. They said it was going to, over and over, hammering the thought into my head until I felt like I couldn't breathe. The woman that I was next to noticed that I was having some problems and agreed to change seats with me so that I wasn't looking out the window. When that didn't help, she gave me a paper lunch sack to breathe in and after a few minutes, I was okay again. I had never been a nervous flyer; I could usually sit in a seat by the window and not have it bother me. However, that had been before I had started hearing things. Although they had bothered me before, they seemed to be becoming more dangerous over time, causing me to do things I wouldn't have normally done.

After I was finally able to breathe again, I found the rosary in my purse that someone had given me after my brother had died. I always kept it with me, but I felt I needed more than just to have it. I wrapped it around my wrist, making it look like a bracelet, until it wouldn't wrap anymore. I was already wearing the black cross necklace that Logan had given me the week before. They had started out innocently enough; quite a few people that I knew had given me necklaces with crosses on them just after my brother's death, as a way to help me heal, and then it had just turned into an obsession, with me wanting to buy nearly every one that I saw. However, I would usually wear them one at a time, but with the voices pounding into my brain the thoughts of suicide and dying, I wore one or more at all times, trying to keep their thoughts at bay.

When the cab pulled up to the drive of my house, it seemed as though it had been a hundred years that I had been away. Everything seemed so distant and vaguely familiar, as though I were remembering it through a long forgotten dream, instead of the memories of my life.

I grabbed my single bag that I had brought with me, paid the cabbie and walked slowly up the front way, trying to shake the feeling of nerves. Why did I suddenly feel like I was fourteen again and going back home for the first time after starting school? There was a daunting feeling of secrecy about the holidays. My immediate family and, against my will, Heather, were the only ones outside of the mansion that knew I was a mutant, and the sickness of worry washed over me as I was scared that someone would bring it up.

"Layla, come inside, it's freezing!" my grandmother called to me from the door.

I gave her a polite smile. "It actually feels warm down here compared to the weather back home," I said, snapping out of my memory-induced trance. I walked in and gave her a hug.

"Now what are you talking about, 'back home', certainly you're not moving up there for good?" she said.

"No, it's just until she finishes training under the doctor up there, then she's coming back home," my mother answered for me, coming from the living room, giving me a hug as well.

"Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you and daddy about while I'm here," I said.

"What did you want to talk about?" My Uncle Rodney asked, coming from the living room with his wife, their two kids, my Aunt May, her husband, my dad and my sister Natalie.

They were pathetic; like vultures waiting over a sick animal until it died so that they could attack it. My sickness was speech and my death would come as soon as I said anything that would allow them to make fun of me, that's when they would all attack.

"Well," I started, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "The Professor and Dr. Grey, together, offered me a job as a full time nurse there so that Dr. Grey won't be the only one doing all of the work, and I agreed to it,"

"Why did you tell us before now?" my mother asked.

"Because it was only just offered to me this past week,"

"Well that's just ridiculous, you live all the way down here, how are you going to work in New York full time?" my uncle asked.

"I'm moving to New York…permanently,"

"If this is about that boy you're seeing, you can just forget that. You can get any nursing job down here, you're not going to move to New York for one, that would be silly Layla," my mother said, belittling me as I stood there in front of everyone.

"Yeah, I can take a nursing job down here but I where could I find one where they would pay for my room as well as all of my meals and still get a paycheck for my work? I like working with the kids there and I'm still going to be able to finish out my training. It's the perfect job for me and it's not only what I want to do, but it's what I'm going to do," I said. "And who told you about Logan, because he's not exactly what I would call a boy really,"

"Your sister told us about him," my mother said.

"Of course she did,"

"She thinks he's a bad influence on you," said my father.

"Are you serious? She met him once, she doesn't even know him," I defended.

"I may have only met him once, but I saw him flip one of the teachers off during breakfast, threaten to beat another one, swear at me and he was rude when he told you to get out of his room," Natalie said.

"He wasn't being rude to me, he was joking around. He technically didn't flip Scott off, he didn't threaten to beat anyone, he just suggested they take it outside, and I'm not entirely sure if he was swearing at you or just in general," I said.

"You shouldn't even be around people who are like that, so you certainly don't need to be dating a boy who does," my grandmother said.

"He's a man, not a boy, and why does everyone suddenly care about who I'm dating? Ya'll never cared before," I said. "And is there any specific reason why everyone's come from the living room when I got here, but no one but momma and granny has said 'hi' to me? I mean, it doesn't matter to me either way, but I was just curious?"

"We're just worried about you is all," my grandmother answered.

"Why is everyone worried about me, why? Have I done anything that would merit ya'll being as concerned as you say you are? If this is about Logan, don't worry; I'm not going to start swearing anytime soon, he doesn't have that strong of an affect on me,"

They all exchanged glances with one another.

"So, how's that novel of yours coming?" Uncle Rodney asked sarcastically, trying to keep away from the seriousness of out conversation, at my expense.

When I was younger, I had wanted to be a writer. I was always writing some book, which I never finished before moving onto the next one. My family would tease me, but I always thought that one day I would finish one of them, have it published, then move away and leave them all. Except Ben. We were going to travel together, go all over the world and then settle down in Australia, where I could write and he could illustrate my books. He was a fabulous artist and that was our 'perfect' life plan.

"I'm sure it's going better than her opera CD," my Aunt May joked and everyone laughed.

Okay, there's no good explanation for it; when I was younger, I also wanted to be an opera singer. I thought it would be fun.

The joking went on for another good ten minutes before I finally went up to my old bedroom. My plan had been shot to pieces. I thought that I was going to be able to go in and finally stand up for myself, but I didn't. I felt like a little kid again, scared to say anything back because I was afraid to make them upset. I was so focused on fitting into a family that I had never fit into before, that I had let them run all over me. It was then that I realized if they didn't like me when I was trying to fit in, then they could go ahead and not like me, but I was going to be myself.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my cousins yelling, screaming and running down the hall, with my aunt and uncle chasing after them, telling them to stop being rowdy. It wasn't working, but I didn't care; it was the first day in weeks that I hadn't had a voice in my head telling me not to get up or to kill myself, and that was refreshing.

I got up, took a shower, and when I couldn't decide between a pair of jeans or my black, above the knee, cotton dress, I decided to wear both. However, I still felt as though I was missing something. I dug through my bag until I found my gold cross necklace with pink stone inlays and fastened it around my neck. Then I tied on my black cross necklace and wrapped my rosary back around my wrist. I felt safe with them all on and when I felt safe, which was a new feeling to me, I could express myself. It's like when you go swimming and you test the water to see how cold it is, then you dive in headfirst know that it's cold but also knowing that you can stand it.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to find my mother, grandmother, Aunt May and my Uncle Rodney's wife Goldie, cooking.

"Need any help?" I asked.

"No, I think we've got it," my mother told me.

"Can I use the house phone to call the school and tell them that I'm okay and say happy Thanksgiving?"

"Sure, that's fine,"

I grabbed the kitchen phone off its base, went, and sat at the kitchen table. I quickly dialed the school's phone number and after two rings, Professor Xavier answered.

"Happy Turkey-Day, Chuck," I said, eating a bite of the party mix in the bowl in front of me.

"Same to you Layla. How was your trip?"

"It was good, I arrived safe and sound and should be back in time for leftovers tomorrow night," I said. He knew how it really was; he also knew that I didn't want to mention the fact that I nearly had a panic attack in front of my family, who, apparently, thought that I was depressed and mentally unstable.

"I do believe that between Scott and Logan, there won't be any leftovers," he joked.

"Logan shouldn't be allowed to eat; he's Canadian,"

"That is true," he laughed.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I got here safely and everything. Tell everyone that I said happy Thanksgiving and I hope ya'll have fun today,"

"Who are you talking to, your boyfriend? Does he know that you don't know how to dress yourself? You look like a six year old, Layla," my Uncle Rodney said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a handful of the party mix in front of me. Is it wrong that I wanted him to choke on it? "And what's with all of the crosses; are you going to perform and exorcism before dinner?"

There was a pause. "We will be looking forward to having you back home tomorrow, I hope you have a nice day," Professor Xavier said to me.

"I'll be looking forward to being back home as well," I said. "And thank you."

"Professor, Logan's just thrown Bobby into the pool from the second floor balcony, can you tell him to behave himself for one day?" I heard Rogue's voice in the background and I cringed. Logan had been after Bobby since he had made the joke about the two of us at breakfast.

"I'm sorry Marie; I'll talk with him about it," he said.

"Can you tell her that I apologize for him? I should have known that he would so something as soon as I left," I said.

"I'll tell her," he said kindly.

"Okay, I'll let you go then so you can deal with the cranky little Canadian, the pregnant woman and her wet husband…that sounds like a really bad joke…anyway, I'll see ya'll tomorrow, bye,"

He laughed. "Indeed it does. Goodbye,"

"No 'I love you'?" Uncle Rodney joked as I hung up the phone.

"No, for your information, that was my old headmaster and new boss, not my boyfriend,"

"Who were you apologizing for, because you should have been apologizing for your outfit," my Aunt May said, joining my uncle in making fun of me.

"I was apologizing for my boyfriend because he threw our friend's husband from our second floor balcony into the school's swimming pool. She was a little bit upset," I said. "And you know, a woman who's wearing an orange mock turtleneck with a knitted sweater of a turkey on it and turkey earrings, I somehow don't think that you should be critiquing anyone's outfit,"

Everyone in the kitchen looked at me. My new self-assurance seemed to have stunned them all, especially my mother who would have normally told me not to talk back to my elders and to be polite. However, Logan was right; I was an adult and it was time that I did things for me instead of trying to make everyone else happy.

"Would you like to fix the deviled eggs?" my grandmother asked me.

"Sure," I said with a smile. It was nice to be me. Right then at least.

Dinner was the same as every year; no big production of carving the turkey, just go through, fix a plane and go to the dining room to eat. We always ate at seven o'clock and by then, I was starving. I loaded my play up until there was no room left and that, apparently, was cause for jest.

"Do you really need to eat that much?" my mother asked me as I sat down.

"I'm not exactly sure why my eating habits should concern you, but yeah, I do need to eat all of this,"

"So, how did you and your boyfriend meet?" Goldie asked.

"He works as a teacher there at school,"

Natalie choked on her water. "Doing what?" she asked.

"He teaches self defense classes for the older students,"

"He threw one of your friends off the roof and they let him teach?" my grandmother asked.

"He threw someone off the roof?" asked my father.

"Okay, first of all, he's our friend's husband. Second of all, he threw him from the second floor balcony, not the roof, and he landed in the pool," I corrected.

"Why?"

"Well I don't really know for sure but I think it was because he was teasing me about something last week,"

"You mean that guy who was making jokes about you because you slept with Logan?" Natalie interjected.

My mother and grandmother gasped while my father looked angry.

"I knew that boy was a bad influence on you," granny said.

"He's a man, not a boy and he's not a bad influence on me. Besides, that was taken, way, way out of context; I had a bad dream, went into his room to talk and fell asleep. Nothing happened,"

"What kind of dream did you have that was so bad you have to go stay in your boyfriend's room?" my father asked.

I didn't say anything; I just played with my food, as I was suddenly no longer hungry.

"You're still having dreams about Ben?" my mother asked.

I had never had another time when my mouth went dry, my hands became clammy and my heart began to palpitating until I could literally see it pounding in my chest, as fast as it did right then. "It's not a big deal," I said quietly.

"Yes it is. Your father and I have been talking to our therapist about you and he thinks that you need to talk to someone about it. We both agree,"

"You talk to your therapist about me?" I asked. "And what, exactly, do you say; you don't even know enough about me to be telling your therapist about me,"

"What do you mean we don't know you?" she asked.

"What's my favorite color, or movie? What about my favorite song or band? Do you know my favorite book, what food I eat or what I hate? You didn't even know that I was dating someone until Natalie told you, so what do you know about me?"

"We know that you're a bad nurse," Uncle Rodney said.

"Excuse me?"

"Rodney, not now," Goldie said to him.

"No, I think it's time that I said what's on everyone's mind; if you are such a fantastic nurse and you were with Ben when he was dying, then why didn't you do anything about it?"

"You think I didn't try to do anything? Are you serious? I did absolutely everything that I could, what do you think that I should have done?"

"I don't know; what did you do?"

My heart felt like it fell to the floor. Why would they think that I hadn't done anything to help him?

"He was feeling sick so he took some medicine for his stomach, but he started throwing up and fell to the floor. I thought it was from the virus, like the doctor said, but when blood started coming out of his mouth, I called an ambulance," I said and I couldn't help from crying. "Then he started choking on the blood and when he stopped breathing, I gave him CPR, but it didn't help. I tried until the ambulance got here and once they did, they have to pull me away because by that time he was already dead,"

"You should have called an ambulance sooner,"

"Why, I thought it was a virus, that's what a professional doctor diagnosed him with. I did everything that I knew how to do given that I thought that that's what it was. It's easy for you to sit there and criticize me because you weren't here when it happened. You were told how he died and had a chance to think over when you would do, but I had to deal with it right then. What would you have done, would you have even known how to perform mouth to mouth properly? You don't have any right to say that I didn't do enough, because I did something, and that was more than you," I said and stood from the table.

I went into the kitchen and tried to calm down. I knew that going home was going to be hard but I had never imagined that my own family would accuse me of just letting my brother die. He meant the world to me, he did still even then, seven months after his passing, and they should have known that I would have trading my own life in a heartbeat if I could have, just so that he could be there, but I couldn't. What happened wasn't my fault; it was the doctors.

I remained in the kitchen by myself for about ten minutes before my mother finally came in.

"Layla, you have a visitor," she said.

I stood and followed her back into the dining room, expecting to see one of my old friends, someone that I had gone to school with or even the fifteen-year old boy that lived down the road and had a crush on me. However, I was way off. There was immediate relief as soon as I saw his tight blue jeans, worn in leather jacket and wild hair.

I ran to Logan and wrapped my arms around his neck. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Chuck said you needed to come home,"

I stood back away from him. "You came all the way down here just to get me? How did you get here?"

"Me and Scooter flew down here," he said. "Were you cryin'?"

"Yeah, I'm fine though," I said, smiling at him. "I'm just glad you're here,"

"You wanna' go get your stuff?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, come with me," I said then turned around and realized that my whole family was staring at us. I took in a deep breath and then let it out. "Everyone, this is Logan. I hope that I've provided the comic relief that you were so desperately seeking from me, because he's here to take me back home,"

"Layla, this is ridiculous, you don't have to leave, there's no point init," my mother said.

"No, what's ridiculous is that I ever thought that I could come back home again. All you ever do is make fun of me and now I'm just short of being accused of killing Ben,"

"No one said that,"

"Uncle Rodney just sat there and said that I could have done more when I was the one who had to give CPR to my brother while he had blood pouring out of his mouth,"

"That's why we want you to see a therapist, he could help you,"

"No one's going to be able to just listen to me and know how I feel. Yeah, ya'll lost a son, Natalie lost her brother, too, a grandson, a nephew, but I lost that and my best friend. He was the only person who kept me here, because we were going to leave together. Nothing I do is good enough and I know why ya'll feel that way, but for my sake, let me go to New York and live where I don't have to worry about disappointing anyone,"

My mother nodded her head. "Okay, fine, go to Westchester and live your life without us. We can just lose our daughter, too," she said to me, her voice beginning to crack as a tear slid down her cheek.

"Don't; do not do this to me. For the past ten years, I have been nothing but a burden on you and daddy and you have never hidden that from me. So, I don't know why you care that I've decided to move, I thought that ya'll would be happy, you get rid of me, finally,"

"A burden, why do you think that you were a burden on us?" my father asked.

They were doing a phenomenal job painting themselves rosy in front of my family, knowing that I wouldn't bring up my being a mutant. Too bad they didn't know me as well as they thought they did.

"You know exactly why; you've tried making me feel guilty about being who I am, about being me. I can't change how I was born, it's not my fault and you know what; I don't care, because I'm happy and secure with who and what I am,"

"Oh my word, you're gay!" my grandmother gasped.

"She has a boyfriend," my Aunt May whispered to her loudly.

"Well, what's such a big deal, then?" she asked back in her own loud whisper.

I shook my head. There was almost a twinge of humor in the conversation. "I'm a mutant," I announced.

My mother burst into tears and my father stood and walked away from the table. Natalie followed him while the rest of my family looked at me in shock.

I felt Logan's hand on my back and I felt as though he were telling me that I could fall back and be safe. That's what Logan was to me; safety, comfort, peace, everything that I felt had been missing from me.

"They hate you, all of them. They're scared of you and they have every right to be. You're a freak, a genuine freak of nature and you disgust every single one of them. You're filthy, dirty and gross. Just take a knife from the table and slit your wrist. At least this way you can give them the satisfaction of seeing you die in front of them. You made them suffer because you let Ben die when it should have been you. You can make it up to them by being one less thing they have to worry about," one of the voices said very loudly in my head. They had both been speaking the entire day, but right then, they seemed particularly loud.

"Your poor momma and daddy, it's no wonder that they feel the way that they do. I would feel crazy too if I had to live with this problem," my grandmother spat.

"There is no problem," Logan said, speaking to my family for the first time.

"Well, I'm sorry, but in this family, it is," Uncle Rodney said.

"Why don't you go get your stuff? I'm gonna' stay right here," Logan said to me and I turned to look at him nervously. I didn't want him to get into a fight with my family over me. He apparently knew exactly what I was thinking. "I know darlin', just go get your stuff and I'll take you home,"

"Take her home; do they know what she is up there?" My Aunt May asked with distaste in her voice.

"Obviously they don't or they wouldn't let her work around those kids. That would be putting those students in danger," her husband answered for me.

"Danger? What are you talking about; I would never hurt those kids!"

"Layla, go get your stuff," Logan ordered forcefully.

"No, I want to know what he's talking about,"

"No, you're gonna' go to your room, get your stuff and then we're gonna' leave,"

"I want to know what he meant by that,"

"You know what he meant," Logan growled and it was true; I did know. However, I wasn't about to say that the whole school was full of mutants. That was also something that Logan knew.

"Fine, I'll be right back, just wait for me," I said then turned to leave the dining room. There seemed to be a million sounds and voices coming from everywhere and I couldn't distinguish one from the other. I wanted to know what Logan was saying to my family, but I couldn't hear him over everything else.

I continued my way upstairs to my room. I stuffed my bag with my things as fast as I could, which was pretty fast considering that I hadn't brought much with me. I pulled on my coat and scarf before heading out into the hallway. I passed by Ben's old room, shook my head and kept walking. I didn't have time to stand and get emotional, not right then. When I got to the top of the staircase, I ran down them as quickly as possible and met Logan at the bottom. I didn't ask what he said to my family, and he didn't tell me, but none of them said goodbye to me and I thought it was just as well.

Together we walked outside and down to the old construction site, which was only about four blocks away. That's where they had landed the jet and we both boarded as soon as Scott turned off the invisibility controls.

"Hey Scott," I said, settling into the chair closest to the front. "Thanks for coming to get me,"

"No problem, it was either that or do dishes," he said to me jokingly, giving me a smile. "Actually, you better thank Logan, he was the one who threw me in here and told me to fly it,"

I had no doubts that the events actually happened that way and I looked over at Logan who was sitting in the seat next to mine, buckling himself in. "Thank you," I whispered to him. He just took my hand and kissed it.

Logan was no saint, but he always knew how to save me.