Sorry to leave you so long with a cliffhanger, the comic that I needed to reference was stolen by my brother's ex-best friend. I'll have more time later to explain the ring and it's complications but for now.
"I asked you what you called me."" Logan demanded, his claws inching out and he looked very threatening even to the immortal. She wondered if there was silver in that metal. Her high was gone.
"Logan. I called you Logan. That's your name, why would I call you something other than your name?" she tried to babble her way out of this situation but Logan wasn't having it.
"Lady, you and I are gunna have a talk." His claws retracted.
Back at the mansion Seleena straddled the weight bench in Logan's bedroom. He stood nervously next to the chest of drawers. "Out there…what you called me, I," He reached in to the drawer and pulled out some thing small and gold. "This is the only clue I have from before, and I don't' even know then that is. I don't have a past. I woke up in a lab—I—I remember flashes but then nothing. Some one gave me this ring. It's got blood on it—a woman's, but I can't remember if I knew her. They told me that this ring was something to me once upon a time but nothing more, and then in the woods, when you said that name. Was it my name?" he strode across the room and placed the old ring in her hand. It was a bit of gold she hadn't seen in a century and it still made her heart fall. "Was it your ring? Were you my wife?"
"Logan I—I don't know what to—what are you asking me? Are you asking me who James was? Or are you asking me about thins Ring?" She swore. She wanted to throw it. To hurl it through the window and lose it in the grounds, but even when he didn't know what it meant she could see how much it meant to him. "To James with all my love." She recited the inscription aloud.
"We can start with who he was and why I have his ring." Logan suggested.
"James never told me mush about his past…I mean before me. A long time ago he worked for a Canadian mining company." She decided that it would be easier to keep them separate in her head. That was defiantly the way to go. How else was she supposed to talk to Logan about himself?
"When?" Logan insisted moving closer to her and sitting, hunched over, on the bed.
Seleena pressed her lips together. Should she tell him precisely how old James was? That could be dangerous. "From what James told me, he started working at the age of 8. That was 1900." Logan swallowed hard and leaned in closer. "I met him a few years after that, when her was 18. After she died" Seleena hoped she could remain vague.
"Who's she?" Logan called her bluff.
Seleena sighed, she hated talking about the past; it's like opening a wound. "Her name was Rose. I never met her. She was the love of his life. She gave him this ring. And his name, but she had to lie. She told every one that they were brother and sister." She closed her eyes and found herself in the cabin that James had built with his own two hands, especially to keep out the sun. He was on the floor, lying next to her. The buck skin soft on their bodies and he was telling her about Rose. "She fell in love with some one else and… there was a duel." His words, the exact words he had said to her were coming through her mouth, and she couldn't terminate the flow. " She didn't want it—her brother and her lover fighting. But I'm not her brother, and I loved her. She tried to come between us—and there was nothing I could do, she fell on to my hands." Seleena was still in the cabin, and James was talking through her. "I didn't mean to kill her!" she began to sob and hundred years before in the wilds of Canada a vampire consoled her husband and in the present, in the mansion of Charles Xavier, Logan consoled his friend.
It took him only a minute to figure out what had just happened.