A/N: down at the end!

White Wolf.

Chapter 3: Hiding certain truths.

At 5 in the morning, Charlie re-entered the mansion. Dashing up the stairs to her room, she made sure that her bed looked as though it had been slept in and grabbed a clean, white t-shirt to wrap round her injured wrist. The bleeding still hadn't stopped, and although she couldn't remember exactly how she'd got wounded, she knew that she'd done it herself. She'd had to.

Now roughly about 5:30am, Charlie ran into the kitchen and was quickly but silently opening all the drawers and cupboards she could see in search off something to bandage her wrist. Finding nothing she sighed in frustration.

"Do they never get injured round here? You'd think with it being a school they'd at least...have...a...wait! The sickbay!" and with that sudden thought, Charlie rushed to the elevator and down to the lower levels.

Once in the elevator, she remembered that she hadn't been shown around this floor, and that she had promised herself not to do this. Unfortunately the blood loss was becoming the greater need.

As the doors slid open with a swish, Charlie decided that even in her weakened state, it might be better to transform so she could find the sickbay. Turning herself into an ant, she began her search.

"Damn hallways! Why do they all look the same?" she muttered. Seeing as she wasn't getting very far, she transformed back just slowly enough so that redhead teacher, Jean Grey, didn't notice her. Charlie also noticed that she had just come out of the sick bay and the door was about to close. Considering the fact that she wouldn't know how to open it again, she rushed forward and slipped in.

Praying to a higher power that no one would come in again, she scrambled around the drawers for something to wrap her arm in. Finally, she found some pristine white gauze and some cream coloured bandages. Too bad she was right-handed and her right wrist was the one injured.

'Ahh well, that'll do I suppose.' she thought, while she looked at the poorly wrapped arm. 'If anyone asks, I'll say I sprained it by sleeping on it funny.'

Quite proud of the outcome, she headed back out the room and towards the elevator. Pushing a round silver button that indicated the Ground floor, she leaned back against the back wall of the shiny elevator. She exited and checked her watch, 6:15am. 'Time for breakfast then.'

Going back into the kitchen, she noticed the previous destruction she had left the kitchen in. Closing all the drawers shut again, she grabbed a bowl from the top shelf, with her right hand. She dropped it with a hiss but luckily it didn't smash. Realising that her bandage was on show for the whole world to see, she put on her large pale blue sweatshirt. 'No need to alert everyone.' she thought. Now she grabbed a glass, with her left hand this time, and filled it with water from the tap. Then, she grabbed a couple of painkillers from one of the drawers and swallowed them with a gulp of water. She went back to her forgotten bowl and filled it up to the brim with the most sugarcoated, full of E numbered cereal she could find and topped it up with milk.

Grabbing a stool at the breakfast counter, she started to munch on her cereal. Half way through the bowl, Logan walked in.

"Hey kid. You sleep alright?"

"Y-yes!" she virtually squeaked back. Wincing at the sound of it, she cleared her throat. "Why do you ask?"

"You just look really tired, no need to panic kid. Plus you're up real early." Logan pooped some toast into a toaster and leaned back against the counter looking back at her.

Charlie laughed. "I always look tired. My mum says I'm photogenic and all but on most photographs I look like a panda! I guess it's because she's my mum and all."

Logan almost grinned at that. "Well, not a lot like a panda..." he started but trailed off at her mock glare. "You ever transformed into one of those?" he asked, remembering part of last night's conversation.

"Erm...I think so. I might try it again later though." Charlie said, eyes glazing slightly.

Logan jumped slightly, not so much he'd let anyone notice though, at the noise of his toast popping up. He buttered it and sat across Charlie at the granite-topped island. Chewing on a corner of his toast, he waited till he swallowed before talking again. "How can you stand eating that junk?" he nodded towards her bowl.

"My mum never buys this stuff, so, while the cat's in another country..." she grinned, "Plus mum used to make me eat that stuff your eating all the time," gesturing to his wholemeal toast, "so it's time for a change."

"Huh. Well, your body I suppose. Wanna try a little spar session later to work off all that sugar?"

"Erm...spar session? At a school? Is that allowed?" she gulped.

Logan laughed outright at that. "Are you kidding? Your grandfather endorses it!"

"Really? Hmm...Go on then, but you'll have to show me where it is."

"Great, we'll start in about an hour." he stood up and placed his dish next to the sink and turned back to her, grabbed her finished dish and put it on top of his. "Watch some TV till then though." and moved off into the sitting room.

Charlie, in a slight daze, trailed after him. As she entered, she noticed he'd switched the TV onto an ice hockey game. 'Probably a re-run of the one he tried to watch last night.' she thought.

She sat herself down next to him and asked to be taught the rules of the game. A happy hour passed as the two chattered away before noticing other residents making their way downstairs.

Logan then stood up and motioned Charlie to follow him. Doing so she glanced around to another doorway and noticed some kids younger than her making their way into the kitchen. She turned back and followed Logan's back into a small room with lots of expensive, electrical looking things. He punched a few buttons before going through another small door that led down some stairs. Charlie followed him, yet again. They entered a very cushioned room. The floors were covered with mats and the walls seemed to be made of a thick, squishy material. A few pieces of gym equipment were kept in a corner of the large room, but there was mainly open space for, Charlie guessed, sparring sessions.

"Right, I'm guessing you don't have much experience in this, so I'll go though some basics." Logan started and took about 15 minutes teaching her the appropriate stance for fighting. "Now we'll start we some blocks. Try and attack me."

"Seriously? You'll let me hit you?" Charlie gaped.

Laughing Logan replied, "I said try kid, don't worry, you won't manage to hit me."

"Ok then." and Charlie swung, remembering to use her left fist.

Logan swiftly raised his arm and blocked her punch. "See what I did? Now you try."

Throwing her a slow punch from his left, she was forced to raise her right arm, she didn't even think about it.

On contact, Charlie hissed in pain and cradled her arm close to her chest.

"Oh come on Charlie! That would barely knock out a flea!" Logan scoffed.

"It's not the punch." Charlie said through gritted teeth, again without thinking.

"What?" and the next thing she knew, Logan had grabbed her arm, brought it towards him and pulled the sleeve up. Inspecting the bandages, his face turned hard. "Who did this to you?"

Charlie just looked on in horror, not quite believing how stupid she'd been. Then gazed up, open-mouthed at Logan.

"Who did this to you?" he hissed sternly.

Charlie just let her mouth open and close for a few seconds. The only thoughts running through her mind were, 'I look like a fish! Say something! Hmmm never tried a fish.'

"Me. I did it to myself." Charlie whispered. 'Dammit! Why the hell did I just say that!' She gently pulled her arm out of his grip and once again, held it to her chest.

"You what!" he glared at her, "Why the hell would you do that!"

"I HAD to, OK?" she almost shouted, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Why? Why would you have to harm yourself?" he once again pulled the arm towards himself and started removing the bandage.

"Because...it's better I did it to myself than someone else." her voice a mere murmur. If Logan hadn't had extra sensitive hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

"Is this about those people you were talking about last night?" he whispered.

"Yes."

"Oh my god. Did you do this last night?" he asked, worry etched on his face.

"Yes."

'I could've stopped her.' he thought, 'Poor girl, she's only young.' "How old are you?" he asked looking up from inspecting the wound.

"19, nearly 20." she sniffed.

"Hmm..." he looked back down, "Well you haven't done too bad a job but I'll fix it up again for ya. Ok?" he smiled.

"Thanks." turning red, embarrassed to be seen crying.

Logan took her down once more to the sick bay and re-did her arm. Once that was done, he took her to Xavier's office, and forced her to ring her mum so she'd know she was safe.

(Few hours later! you know what mum's are like!)

"Are you sure your ok? Not homesick or anything?"

"No mum, I'm fine. I have granddad here, remember?"

"So you don't miss us? Huh, Nearly 20 years of love and care..." her mum laughed.

"Oh mum, you know I miss you guys, it's just I haven't been away long enough yet!"

"Ok, but make sure you stay away from any danger. I know my father, and he seems to like to get involved."

"Ok mum! Promise!" she laughed, "Anyways mum, better go 'coz I reckon this is one helluva phone bill already!"

"Fine, speak to you soon!"

"Bye!"

"Oh wait! Do you know if Donnie's with you?"

"Donnie? You mean my ex-boyfriend Donnie?"

"Yes. Apparently he's left home as well, said something about finding you."

"No I haven't seen him at all. Sorry."

"It's ok, I'll tell his mum. Probably didn't get much further than the airport!" her mum laughed.

"Ha ha! True! Anyways, I'm off."

"Ok, poppet. Speak to you later."

And with that, Charlie put the phone back on the hook, and turned to see Logan still sat on the sofa behind her, examining his nails.

"You finished?" he asked, looking up.

"Yep. Mum's been assured that I'm fine, that I'm being fed enough and that I won't get into trouble." she grinned, "Much."

"You still sure about not telling her about..." Logan trailed off.

"Yes, I am. It'd only make her worry and she doesn't need that right now."

"Ok. Let's go find something to do, that doesn't involve you using your arm!" he chuckled.

Charlie smiled and walked over to the polished oak door and pulled it back. Looking up, she gasped and backed into Logan.

"What's up Charlie?" asked Logan.

Charlie just stood and gaped at the figure in front of her. His dark hair falling into his eyes, like it usually did, but now she felt no urge to push it back. His hand was raised to knock on the door, but slowly dropped back to his side as his smile spread across his face lazily.

"Donnie." Charlie breathed.

A/N: hey! proud that I managed to update this chapter so soon. Dedicated to Jack, my friend for his help and ideas, and also Kristen for being there for me. Kinda slightly upsetting this chapter because I've just found out that people I would have considered some of my best friends, really don't act that way so this is for Kristen and Jack and Emma who all looked out for me today and cared enough about me to ask how I was feeling and especially Krissy for acting like the true friend I don't deserve! Thankyou! Hopefully those who read this will understand! Sorry about any grammatical errors! and thankyou for all your reviews!

macpw2, Seremela Elanesse, TheRealDramaQueen817 for all your comments thankyou!

Ok i'm off now, kinda got a start on chapter 4 so it should be up soon! Finally we shall find out hu donnie is and what he means to Charlie!