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Author's note: To my honorable reviewer, King of the Damned. Thank you for your review. You didn't like the story. You are entitled to your opinion. However, you asked me if I have "even seen the first movie?" The answer is a resounding YES! Why else would I be writing a story about the X-men movie? Now I have a question for you! Have you read the rest of my story? Because if you have, then surely have realized that Tory was able to hurt Logan because she too has an adamantium skeleton. Now, I will use the second movie as my defense. Wolverine fights Death Strike, she hurts him (as in causes him pain). I didn't say that Tory wounded Logan, she caused him PAIN. Logan may be covered in adamantium, but he can still feel pain.

To my honorable readers. My apologies for turning my author's note into such an epistle. Now, without further delay, the next chapter of this humble story.


Two and a half hours later, Logan pulled the truck up to the school and got out. Tory followed close behind. She tried to take in the reality of where she was. It was a place she never thought she would see again. She froze.


"Tory, we need to leave now." Jason instructed.

"Jason… it's the middle of the night. I have a test tomorrow." Tory mumbled sleepily.

"No you don't. Father is pulling us out of school. He's waiting, but we have to pretend that we are running away."

"I don't want…"

"Don't argue. Let's go." Jason ordered.


Tory cleared her head. This was bizarre. She walked as close to Logan as she could without tripping either of them. Logan led her inside. All of the students were in class, so there was no one in the halls. This school brought back memories that Tory had buried for years. She gripped Logan's arm.

Logan guided her to a large office, or was it a classroom? Whatever it was, it had large windows and multiple chairs. Logan sat down. Tory looked around the room in confusion. I've been here before. She thought. "What are we doing here?" She asked Logan.

"Well, I'm sitting down, and you're standing there looking like you're about to get detention."

Tory shrugged. "I just have a weird feeling about this place, like I've been here before."

"That's because you have. Welcome back, Victoria."

Tory turned with a jump to find Professor Charles Xavier directly behind her. "Who are you?" She asked, she remembered his face, but she couldn't put a name with it.

"I'm Professor Charles Xavier. You and your brother, Jason, went to school here."

"We did?"

"Don't you remember?"

Tory shook her head. "Not really… I mean, there isn't much I remember since before…" Her voice trailed off. Aren't you supposed to be able to read minds? She thought.

I am able to read minds. The professor though back. Tory blinked in surprise. The professor smiled. You don't remember much before your father practically murdered your brother. Do you remember running away from the school?

Running away? I didn't run away from here.

You didn't, are you sure?

Of course I'm sure! My father made us come home, that much I remember.

"You know, it isn't nice for you two to carry on mental conversations when another person is in the room." Logan said with a grin.

Tory looked over at him, and then, without warning, ran from the room. Logan sat frozen for a moment, and then sprang up and darted after her. Tory pushed past the students, who were just getting out of class. She burst through the front door and ran down the driveway. She didn't care if she didn't know where the hell she was. All that she knew was that she wasn't about to stay another minute in that place. It was far too closely connected to Jason.

She heard someone sprinting along behind her; a voice was calling after her. "Tory!" It was Logan. She ignored him and kept running. "Tory! Stop for a minute and just listen to me!" She picked up her pace. Regardless, Logan caught up with her and wrapped his arms around her. She squirmed trying desperately to get away.

"Let me go!"

"Not a chance! What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Let go!"

Logan response was to tighten his grip. "Not until you tell me what the hell's the matter with you!"

"I can't stay here."

"Why?"

"Because it's too painful."

"What happened?"

"None of your damn business!"

"I've just made it my business. What happened?"

"Jason and I went to school here. Our father pulled us out and forced us to go home. He hated us both."

"For what?" Logan asked as he let her go.

Tory turned to look at him. "Because we're mutants! We're different, and we didn't fit into his perfect little plan."

Logan reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched and pulled away as though she had been burned. Why wouldn't she let him touch her? It was driving him crazy. "And what plan was that?" He demanded.

"He wanted a perfect American family, Jason and I didn't fit this mold. Besides, you should know, you were there that day!" Tory snapped as she turned to run again.

"What are you talking about?" Logan asked, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him again. "Where was I? On what day?"

Tory glared at him. "The day that Jason was turned into a living vegetable… the day that I got my adamantium skeleton… you were at my father's clinic!"

"What was I doing there?"

"I don't know! I had my own problems to worry about!"

"When was this?"

"About sixteen years or so ago, why do you ask?"

"Where was his clinic?"

"Alkali Lake, why are you asking me? You were there!"

"I may have been there, but I don't remember a damn thing! I think that's the day that they gave me my adamantium skeleton. That's what freaked you out in the truck yesterday, isn't it?"

Tory pulled back. "Maybe, why do you keep touching me?"

"Why do you keep acting like I'm burning you every time I touch you?" Logan asked, stepping forward and drawing her close to him.

Her eyes flashed up at him. "Maybe I don't like being touched." She whispered.

Logan put his behind Tory's neck and tilted her face up towards his. "How do you like being kissed?" He asked leaning in closer to her.

Tory was trembling. "I don't know; it's been a while between kisses."'

Logan grinned. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" He asked. He waited for a beat before closing the distance between them. Their mouths met for a brief, tender kiss. Logan pulled back. "Was that so bad?" He whispered.

She shook her head. What the hell is wrong with me! I can't go around kissing Logan. I have my reasons for not having attachments. As tall, dark and sexy as he is, I can't afford to trust him. Now snap out of it! "It wasn't bad." She replied. "But it wasn't good enough to keep me here." She said as she pushed away from him.

Logan looked stunned. He was even more stunned to watch her climb into, and start his truck. He looked down where his keys should have been; they were gone. "Damn… she's good." He muttered as he walked back inside the house. He'd done his job; Xavier would know what to do now. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let her get away with his truck.