Author's Note:

Well I didn't expect quite such a response from everyone! Y'all making me blush! Same goes for this chapter as it did for the last two, the more reviews more chapters come out. I love writing this story, so keep spittin' out what you think. Ideas are most welcome!

Again, I don't own Marvel or any of the characters….damn.

He'd gone and done what any man in his position would have done; gone and grabbed some beer. Lots of beer actually. He was going to need it, badly. But after a couple hours of sitting on the roof of the mansion, he was going to need something a little stronger…

Marie. Rogue.

Oh God she'd changed, and not in the bad way. It had been everything he had imagined it would be. He'd stroll in all heroic like, somewhat clean shaven, with his usual primal grin and seek her out, finding a truly grown and matured woman. Matured; sure as hell she'd matured. But then having close to a dozen personalities roaming inside her head, it was nothing but expected.

Marie had walked in and brushed her lips against his, enough to imprint the softness of her inside his brain. It had been driving him through the various levels of insanity that all men reached and he had gotten no where in his thoughts. It was the toughest situation he'd come across in his travels. The memory of Marie's kiss had seemed to temporarily remove the memories of pain on his seven year trip.

Ah, yeah the seven years, he thought remorsefully. The guilt had started to rack his heart about twenty miles out on the open road. There were too many damn reasons why he needed to leave, and there were so many damn reasons why he should have stayed. The number one reason always was her.

It was not unusual to see Logan head off for the bar late at night, when all the younger children had long been in bed and the adults were heading off themselves. The roar of Scott's bike in the garage, the pumping of the kick stand were almost comforting sounds; regular sounds for the students. This night was no different. He headed out almost immediately after the case of beer he'd bought was drowned.

They say that a mother can easily recognize her child days after birth; she can recognize her own child's cry over others. There was no way Logan could deny he'd ever forgotten the very smell of one certain female. Jean had always sprayed on the latest perfume; he cared nothing for celebrity smells. All the women he had seen on the seven years, he had always compared to Marie's scent.

Maybe it was the soap she used; she always seemed to smell like something delectably sweet. Logan smiled slowly as he remembered the scent; imaging the taste of her ivory skin putting the world's finest candy and goodies to shame.

The moment he'd knocked his boots on the hard wooden floors of the bar, his nostrils were plagued with the scent….her smell. As much as his body willed to follow it to its destiny and Logan's heart thumped excessively in his chest, was he prepared for the awkward conversation that lay before them.

"A beer." He'd mumbled to the bartender as he took his seat, his eyes never rising past the bar ledge. He breathed deeply, savoring the sweet tangy fragrance that crept its way from just down the ledge. Logan knew she was there. She may have 'borrowed' some of his senses for a while, but the Wolverine dominated the killing fields….in this case the bar. The cage at the other side of the room was almost set up and the announcer was plucking his betting papers from behind the bar.

"Got room for one more contestant?" He said relaxed, eyeing the little man with a lazy grin. He gulped at his beer as the little man nodded. "Always got room for one more…what do they call you?"

Logan tilted his head to the side and took a slow drag of his cigar, blowing smoke slowly.

"Wolverine."

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