As the sun began to rise over the Manhattan skyline, Logan finally started to dose. His eyelids began to droop and finally his mind was beginning to shut down after the last few hours dealing with his conscious about the events that took place earlier. It was at times like this he wished he could just pass out in a drunken stupor like most men. Just as sleep was about to take him, he was startled by a whack in the face. And a kick in the side. The joys of sharing your bed, he thought. He watched Hannah situate herself next to him, draping an arm across his chest. . A peaceful expression passed over her, and she sighed contentedly. Turning on his side, he couldn't resist and ran his hand through her hair gently. So much for his conscious, and trying to brush this off as nothing. It was something all right. Not expecting her to wake, he was surprised as her eyelids started to flutter and then she began to squint.

"It's morning?" she muttered. Logan immediately removed his hand from her hair and turned back onto his back, placing his hands behind his head.

"Too early, go back to sleep."

But Hannah stretched and her eyes now widened. She looked towards the window, "Oh, no, never too early. It's beautiful, Logan." She pulled the comforter off the bed and draped it around her, then made her way to the window. "My first sunrise in New York. City."

"It's just a sunrise. What's the big deal?" Now staring at her bare back, her jet black hair shimmering in the early morning sunlight and recalling the feel of her soft skin against his own rough hands only a few short hours ago.

"Not just a sunrise. I can't believe you could dismiss such a beautiful sight." If she only knew that he was fully aware of the beautiful sight in front of him, it just wasn't a sunrise that caught his attention. She turned towards him and caught a glimpse of the gaze before he quickly closed his eyes. She refused to let him spoil her mood, so ignoring his lack of interest she continued anyhow, "When I was on tour, it was the one thing I did religiously besides practice...wake up with the sun. A new city, another sunrise, but everyone very unique and distinct. It's all I can remember of those cities...their sunrises. I can close my eyes and I can recall everyone of them. I want to remember this one especially." She wasn't sure if he was even listening to her.

"Well, somehow I think I'm going to remember it too, whether I like it or not, since you're keeping me awake."

She turned around and smiled at him, "You haven't slept?"

"Don't look so pleased with yourself. You snore, and kick and fidget. So you can either come back to bed or get dressed and go outside and admire your god damn sunrise by yourself. It's your choice, but either way, I'm going to get some shut eye."

"Boy, you weren't kidding about being grumpy in the morning were you?"

"Hannah." He said sternly, and she quickly moved back to the bed, crawling in beside him.

"I promise I won't make a peep."

"Good."

There was silence. Logan's eyes now closed hoping he would be able to doze off for a few hours. Hannah lay still for a few minutes then she couldn't help herself, she leaned over him, "Logan?"

He opened his eyes and found her own inches from his face, "What now?"

She desperately wanted to talk about what had taken place only a few hours ago, but knew how closed off he was. Nothing seemed to break him, but she knew he felt more than he let on. She wrapped a strand of his unruly hair around her finger, then gently stroked the side of his face,"Thank you."

Trying to keep his cool, even though her soft touch sent a jolt up his body, he removed her hand from his cheek, "I need to sleep. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," Feeling satisfied she laid back down, curling up by his side and resting her hand on his arm.

She wasn't making this easy for him that was for sure and he was tempted to remove her hand once again, but he liked it. It felt good, nice. He reached over with his opposite hand and placed it over hers, lightly caressing her fingers then closed his own around them, finally able to relax and drift off to sleep.

Looking out of the conservatory windows the next morning, Jean felt tense and agitated. She didn't like being privy to the information Charles had given her. She hadn't told Scott, and of course he could tell something was wrong. She hoped once Logan brought Hannah back, this whole mess could get sorted out and they could get back to a semi normal existence once again. She didn't hear Storm enter the room.

"Hey, everything okay?"

Jean jumped, "Don't creep up on a person like that."

"Okay, something is very wrong, I can tell. I thought everything was sorted with you and Scott. That whole Logan mess is over right?"

"Of course it is. I told you the other day. Scott and I are perfect. But Hannah has really disrupted the everyday routine here,don't you think?"

"Jean, what is with you being jealous of Hannah?"

Was that what she was feeling? And not only because of Logan's interest in her, but the fact that now Charles had a real daughter and she would no longer hold that place in his life. "I just want things back to normal. Her presence has taken it's toll on everyone. You have to agree with me there."

"Well,I guess a bit. I heard she scooted off to the city to see Logan. Here is the perfect English rose, if you know what I mean, well bred, well educated...and all she wants to do is experience the seedy side of life. Have you ever seen that place Logan stays at? It's a brothel, there is no other word for it. Quite the eye opener for someone of her upbringing."

"I suppose it's hard for her, being alone. Losing both of her parents, all the things familiar to her. I just wonder if turning to Logan was the right thing for her to do."

"Jean, you know something don't you?"

"All I know is that the sooner she gets back her, the sooner the professor can finally have a word with her and we can all get on with our lives."

"He's talked to you hasn't he? About her."

"I wish he hadn't. Scott knows I'm keeping something from him. He thinks it has to do with Logan."

Scott walked in, only hearing the last few words. Jean immediately turned towards him and faced his scowling face. He heard her in his head, "I love you."

This only irritated him more.

"Storm, the professor wants us to pick up a boy in Boston. He's a runaway causing a bit of havoc with his newly found powers."

"What is it this time?"

"Lightning bolts shooting out of his finger tips. I think you're the lady for the job, Storm."

"Well, I guess we shouldn't waste any time, Scott." She turned to Jean, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure everything will be fine."

Jean tried to be positive, "I sure hope so." Storm left the room and Scott stood on the spot looking down at his feet, then up at Jean.

"When I get back, will you be on the level with me about what's going on?"

"Scott, this has nothing to do with Logan. I swear."

"Everything has to do with Logan these days. And I swear this time he's not going to get away with taking my bike. I've had it with the guy walking in here and acting like he's all that and more."

"I think there is only one man that can fit that bill." She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck.

"Jean, you're giving me mixed signals here. I know there's something on your mind and if it's not the hot headed Canadian, then what or who is it that has you on edge 24/7?"

"You need to get going. Storm will be waiting."

"You didn't answer my question."

"It's the professor and Hannah."

"Jean, you need to step back. Stop getting so involved."

"That's easy for you to say. He confides in me, Scott."

"When I get back I'll talk to him. He needs to deal with his goddaughter,not you. I'm starting to wish that girl never stepped foot in this house. "

"Scott, you don't mean that."

"No, I guess I don't. I was just hoping she'd settle in with the rest of us instead of causing the professor all these headaches."

"Maybe it's not all her fault."

"Well, whatever it is, I hope it gets sorted out soon." He gave her a kiss, "I better run. Duty calls."

As he walked out the door, Jean let out a sigh and shook her head. No this definitely wasn't Hannah's fault. She glanced down at her watch. It was only 10 am, and it was hard to say when Logan would show up with Hannah. She sat down and tried skimming through a magazine. She went to the piano and with one finger played 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. Restless and impatient, She couldn't keep this secret any longer. Feeling she had nothing to lose, she decided she could probably get in the city by lunchtime. She needed to talk to Logan.

The light knock on the door sounded like pounding to Logan's sensitive eardrums as he squinted towards the clock on the nightstand...12:30. Rubbing his eyes and then running a hand through his hair, he muttered 'Shit' as he tried to maneuver himself out from underneath Hannah's legs and arms without waking her. She didn't seem to budge as he carefully lifted an arm from across his chest. Once out of bed he reached for his jeans, and slipped them on, making his way to the door. He slowly opened it a crack and was surprised to find Jean standing on the other side.

"I woke you, sorry. I just thought you'd be up by now."

He scratched his head, then rubbed his chin, "Rough night. Got to bed kinda late."

Jean was trying to look past him into the room, then looked into his eyes. Even being half awake he knew what she was doing. He shook a finger in front of her face, "Uh, uh, Jean. You stay away from my thoughts. You know how I feel about you messing with mind. It makes me very irritable."

"I wouldn't think of it. So is Hannah up?"

"No..why are you here anyhow? I told Chuck I'd bring her back today. But I also promised her a trip up the Empire State building. I wouldn't want to let her down. She kinda has her heart set on it."

"I think you should be fair warned."

"Oh, here it comes, this should be good." He opened the door and stepped outside into the hall facing her, quietly closing the door behind him, "Am I going to get the lecture now? The one about staying away from Hannah?"

"I think it's too late for that, obviously. I saw her in your bed."

"You're jealous. Ah, for fucks sake, Jean. You had your chance. You pushed me away." Women. He never would understand them. Part of him wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation, the other half of him felt angry that she was here disrupting whatever it was he was experiencing with Hannah.

"So that's what this is, hop in bed with Hannah, because I rejected you?"

Now the anger began to set in. "For your information, this has nothing to do with you. In fact, none of this is any of your fucking business."

"you don't even know her, Logan. I know that you care about her,..."

He put his hand up, "Enough. If you have something on your mind just say it. But I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to discuss my private life with you today or tomorrow or even next week. You have no idea what went on behind this door last night and you never will. So deal with it, Jean. Go back to Scott and Chuck. That's where you belong. Not here. You've never belonged here."

"And she does? Logan you don't know what you're saying. " Because of the raised voices a few ladies had appeared at their doors, Jean felt awkward. "Maybe we could get out of here and continue this conversation in private."

"No. I'm staying put. I can't leave her. We were tailed last night. And as far as the conversation goes, I never wanted it in the first place. So let's just get it out in the open now..you're dying to...spit it out. What do I need to be fair warned about? What danger am I in being with Hannah? "

"Did you even think about the professor's reaction?"

"She's an adult, not a child. Whatever decisions she makes are hers to make, not his. And what do you plan on telling him anyhow? Maybe that I got her wasted and took advantage of her?" he said cynically.

"I wouldn't tell him a thing, you know that."

"It just seems that you have a major problem with this. And under the circumstances you really don't have any reason to."

"Except one major reason, Logan. Hannah is the professor's daughter, not his goddaughter."

Logan turned abruptly and glared at her, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The professor trusted you with her, knew that the two of you connected, but I'm sure he never expected for you to take her to bed."

"You think I planned this?" He turned towards the closed door, scratching his head. The last thing he wanted to do was get into this with Jean. He already felt enough had been said. He remained cool, trying to get a grip on this new information and turning back to Jean, "Chuck is Hannah's old man." He paused, "Whoa, this changes things slightly."

"I'd say so."

Hannah heard raised voices coming from out in the hall. She reached over the bed expecting Logan laying next to her, but he was gone, She sat up and called his name, "Logan?" Maybe he was just in the bathroom. When there was no answer she picked up his Pendleton shirt and slipped it on.

Opening the door carefully and quietly, she saw Jean across the hall, Logan's back was to her, but the words that seemed to echo across the hallway made her lose all rationality.

Without even thinking she let out a cry, "No, that can't be true. Why are you making up such horrible lies?" Logan abruptly turned, just as she ducked back into the room, her head in her hands, sobbing. Logan not far behind her.

She pulled on her jeans as Logan approached her, "Hannah, listen to me."

She looked up, tears now welled up in her eyes. He couldn't believe this was the same woman who couldn't stop smiling at the sight of a sunrise only a few short hours ago.

Hannah felt the warmth and concern in Logan's voice and in his eyes, but as she looked past him she saw what she considered the enemy and the tears stopped and were replaced with a fire in her eyes. She pointed straight at Jean, "Get out of here. Logan, make her leave."

Jean stepped forward a few inches, "Hannah, you weren't supposed to find out like this."

Hannah lunged towards her, "You made up this lie, to keep Logan away from me. It's not true." Logan quickly jumped in, causing Hannah to fling herself at him, her fists clenched, trying to reach over him to get at her.

"Jean, you better leave."

"Logan...I..." Jean muttered.

He cut her off, "Go now. I'll deal with this."

Jean really had no choice. Hannah still fighting against him as she stepped out the door, she looked back and saw the evil look in Hannah's eyes glaring at her. It was a look she didn't think she would ever get out of her mind as she made her way out of the building and out onto the street.

As Hannah continued to thrash about his arms, Logan let out a sigh, "Are you quite finished yet?"

Hannah began to tire and soon the tension began to leave her body, "I never in a million years would have expected that kind of wild animal behavior coming from the likes of you. And they say I'm the one with the berserker rage. Next time you might want to think about sharpening those claws of yours before you attack. Jean's have seen a lot more action and you might not be able to hold your own. Luckily I was here to intervene. It could have been quite nasty." The cynicism in his voice was evident.

The rage now gone, the reality of the words once again infiltrated her brain, and she felt her body start to shake, and the sobbing quickened. Logan feeling ashamed of his teasing held her close to him, "Darlin', it's alright. This is not such a big deal."

"It's not true. It can't be." Her head buried into his bare chest. He felt her chest quiver against his, the tears against his skin. He put a hand in her hair, caressing it gently. "Please, Logan, tell me it's a lie."

He was silent for a brief second, "I can't do that, Hannah." Her sobs quickened. "This is the real world. I can't keep you from things that will hurt you, things you don't want to hear. You wanted the truth, and you got it. Probably not in the best manner, but it's out now, so we can deal with it."

She pulled away from him looking up into his eyes, "We...you said we."

"You're not alone, as long as I'm around. I just want you to know that, but you need to give the professor a chance. He's not such a bad guy. You could do worse for a father figure. I mean I don't know the guy who raised you, but Chuck he's decent. Sure, he made this big mistake, but it makes him human."

"You make it sound so easy, to just accept who he is."

"Not easy...no, it's not going to be easy. But it's something you gotta do if you want to stay sane. Believe me I know. So do you think you can deal with this? I'll be beside you every step of the way. Well, that's until he finds out I took advantage of you and I heard he's got quite a team of big burly guys who might kick my ass over this kind of thing. Of course this is something I'm quite used to and am known to do a bit of my own ass kicking from time to time."

She smiled up at him, "You didn't take advantage of me."

"I don't think most people will see it that way."

"I'm willing to take full responsibility. It was all me."

"No, not all you. We're in this one together, Hannah. Neither of us did anything we didn't want to do."

Hannah was surprised by this comment. Last night she had felt like he was doing her a favor, like it meant nothing to him. But it was pretty obvious, it had meant to more to him than he let on.

Logan didn't like the way this conversation was going so quickly changed the subject, "Well, I think we have a date on top of the Empire State Building, and I know this great diner down the street that serves a great cup of jo, and breakfast at any hour. We better get cracking" He gave her rear end a soft tap. And went to his bag and grabbed a clean shirt.

After putting on his boots, Logan grabbed his cowboy hat and headed for the door, then turned to find Hannah staring off into space. He snapped his fingers in front of her, pulling her out of her daze. Logan still saw a distance look in her gaze. She finally spoke, "My mother loved him, you know. I saw the letters in his office."

"That's why you showed up here yesterday?"

"Partly. I wanted a distraction I guess."

"Well, you definitely got a distraction and then some."

"Logan, my behavior last night, today..."

"...was appalling, I might forgive you if we ever make it out of the door. I don't ask for much Hannah, but I'm starving and if you think my early morning conduct was unruly you don't want to see what I'm like when I haven't eaten." He held the door open for her and she picked up her pace making her way towards the door. As she passed him she pulled on the brim of his hat bringing it down over his face. He smiled as he pushed it back up and shut the door.

She stood at the top of the stairs grinning, "Now who's holding us up?"

He strode towards her and she realized she could hardly see his face now that it was shadowed by the cowboy hat. She took it off his head, and he tried to grab it from her,"What do you think you're doing?"

"You're always in a shadow, hiding behind something. Not today."

"I like that hat."

"Well, you'll like it even better on me." She plopped it onto her head and smiled coyly. She did a twirl and positioned it to one side of her head.

He smiled, "Okay, the hat is yours for the day."

"Ooh, I'm so privileged" she teased.

The minute they stepped out into the street, Logan's animal instincts kicked in. Something wasn't right. Walking a few steps in front of him, Hannah was unaware of his guard being up, his senses alert to everything going on around him. An out of place black sedan parked across the street, a heavyset man leaning up against the street sign whistling...he knew that tune 'London Bridges' wasn't it? A group of teenagers came up from behind dribbling a basketball back and forth between them. As they maneuvered past him, he realized that she was out of reach. The boys laughing rung in his ears, the whistling man seemed to be moving closer to her. Logan felt an uneasiness rush over him as he tried to make his way through the boys to get to Hannah. She was oblivious to his concern as she took in the New York skyline.

Logan continued to push his way through the boys as he watched the man get closer to her, then the ball unexpectedly hit him in the side and a boy ran into him as he tried reaching for it. Logan lost his footing for a brief second, stumbling but never hitting the ground. As he pulled himself back upright, he frantically looked around trying to spot Hannah. She was nowhere in sight.

Looking across the street the black sedan was gone. There was no sign of the whistling man. The boys were now turning the corner nearly out of sight. Looking down on the pavement in front of him all that was left was his cowboy hat. Picking it up he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The anger and rage building inside him. They weren't going to get away with this.