-1The hours dragged by that day for Hannah and she began to wish she was back at the mansion. The headaches had reoccurred and all she wanted was the solace the piano gave her at times like this. She kept the cell phone in her pocket and fingered it occasionally. She knew she could call her father at anytime and he would come get her, but what was she wanting to get away from? Logan? She couldn't explain these feelings at all. How he made her feel and now he wasn't speaking to her. The silent treatment was something she could barely tolerate.

He had given her the hot water and then left the camp in a huff. It was hours before he reappeared. His presence startled her from her practicing. When she opened her eyes he was looming over her with a stern look on his face. She jumped and then covered her mouth, "You scared the hell out of me."

"You're alone. You need to be aware of what's going on around you." He was stern and he furrowed his brow, to give added emphasis to his concern.

"You've been gone for hours," She paused, realizing she sounded like a nagging wife or mother and quickly changed her tone, "I was practicing."

"In your head?"

"It's what I do. I don't have a piano here or maybe you hadn't noticed," she said cynically.

"I'm not here for your entertainment. I told you I wouldn't be around much. You have no right to complain."

"I'm not complaining. So why did you come back?"

He shook his head seeing another fight coming on, "You're my responsibility."

"So You're checking up on me."

"Believe me, I'd rather be doing something else."

"Then go do it. I'm fine." She closed her eyes again, trying to regain her composure. Searching inside her head for that Chopin piece. Damn it, she couldn't concentrate with him standing there. She opened her eyes and his stern look was now one of anger.

"That's gotta stop. When I'm gone, you can't be doing that." He pointed his finger at her head. "Go pick berries or flowers or something."

"Is that an order?"

"Yeah."

"There's no one out here, Logan. What am I supposed to be looking for?"

"Could be a number of things. I know from experience you keep your eyes and ears open at all times."

She didn't like the way he said this. "Why are you trying to frighten me?" She fingered the cell phone in her pocket and his eyes immediately focused on the fidgeting.

"What do you have in there?" He reached for her wrist and once he latched on he held her firmly in his grip. She tried prying his fingers off of her.

"Let go of me. And so help me if you even try to reach in my pocket I will tell my father."

"You have a phone, don't you?" He had no intention of adhering to her threats as he easily reached into her pocket and pulled out the cell phone. All the while Hannah hitting him with her free hand.

He held it up and shook his head in disbelief, "You've been calling the old man and letting him know what a brute I've been to you?"

"I haven't used it once."

"But you've thought about it."

"Today..yes. I thought about going home. "

He wasn't expecting her to say that. He was silent as he fingered the phone then looked at her. He couldn't believe the effect those words had on him. He was being such an asshole; the rational side of him knew this. He didn't want her to go. And he knew he needed to address what happened in New York. But instead the anger came through. He didn't need this crap. He threw her the phone.

"Call him. He'll have the Blackbird here in a matter of hours. You'll be safe in your own bed tonight and I'll be rid of the burden. Sounds good to me."

"I'm not going to call him."

"I don't want you here anymore, Hannah. I'm going for a walk and when I get back, you'll have your bags packed and be waiting for dear old dad to come rescue you."

"I don't want to go."

"I want you to go. Got it?"

She nodded, but she felt the tears and swallowed hard trying to hold them back. There wasn't anything to say, and even if she did try and plead with him the words wouldn't come out and she would only cry. He began to walk away and she realized she couldn't let this happen. He had no right to the last words. She took a deep breath and mustered up every bit of strength she had left in her, as she threw the phone at him and it hit him in the back. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning around and saw the anger in her eyes. He wasn't expecting her to fight back but then he wasn't that surprised.

"I'm not going. So go for your walk and I'll go collect berries and flowers and become one with nature and keep my ears and eyes open to what's going on around me and when you get back you'll apologize for being so rude and finally tell me about New York, since you've been avoiding it ever since we got here. I'm not going back until I know the truth. You can't get rid of me so easily, Logan." She felt out of breath and took a deep sigh. Then she looked up at him expecting him to react.

He raised his eyebrows, then leaned down and picked up the phone, flipping it open. He saw that there were 4 missed messages. She hadn't answered one. "You know he's called."

"I know."

"So maybe you should just call him." He threw the phone back at her. She caught it and then turned towards the lake and threw it in.

"Go for your walk. I have berries to pick." She stood up and walked away from him following the shoreline of the lake humming the Chopin tune.

He shook his head as he watched her walk away. He would never understand women. She was definitely stubborn like him but he was glad she was staying. He headed the opposite direction hoping he could clear his head.

Logan sat at the edge of the forest overlooking an old stately home in the clearing. It wasn't the first time he found himself propped on this craggily rock overseeing the comings and goings of this household. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to it. More often than not the place was deserted. Except for a weekly inspection by a groundskeeper there wasn't a soul. There was something so familiar about the place but at the same time he had no memory so he couldn't pinpoint anything that gave him this feeling of familiarity. It tormented him inside but at the same time he found it peaceful being here and it was a definite reason why he always camped nearby. There was the hope that whatever drew him here would trigger some memory but so far nothing.

Today the solitude allowed him to sort things out about Hannah. Her humming drifted on the wind and he was grateful for the enhanced hearing. As long as he could hear her he knew she was okay. He looked down at the extensive garden below and wondered what it might have been like growing up in such a place. Any childhood memory would be welcome to him at this point in the game but he knew that his was more likely to have been in some slums somewhere with absent parents who didn't give a shit. A lot of his anger came from the memory loss and with that came the reluctancy to settle with anyone or anywhere. How could he allow someone into his life when he didn't know enough about his own life or who he really was? Hannah wanted something from him that he wasn't sure he was ready to give to anyone. And he didn't know how to get over this hurdle.

The humming stopped and Logan immediately perked up listening. The rustle of the leaves behind him had him turn abruptly with his blades extended ready to take on any intruder but he wasn't prepared for the sight in front of him. Jean stood there. Black tank top and running shorts. Wow, she looked good. Logan rubbed his eyes and blinked making sure he wasn't imagining her there. His thoughts were jumbled. The house, his youth, Hannah…he wasn't thinking very coherently and he tried to refocus and be rational as he looked at the sight in front of him.

"I thought you would be pleased to see me, Logan. You know it should be me here with you. She could never please you the way I could." She began to move closer.

For a split second he thought it could be her and maybe she had come to her senses. Dump Scott and be with him, but as she moved closer he smelt the air and that whiff he got was one that he was all too familiar with and his confusion quickly turned to anger.

"Aren't we clever, Mystique."

The image of Jean immediately changed to Hannah, standing in her underwear, "Oh, Logan, I know you want me. I can make you forget about Jean. I know I can."

Disturbing as this new image was, he was fully aware what the prospect of Mystique being in the vicinity meant only one thing. The alarm bells began to ring in his head. "Your boss. Where is he?"

Hannah's image transformed into the slender blue creature, "With your little girlfriend. Not doing a very good job keeping your eye on her are you, Logan?"

He sneered at her and then pushed her aside as he darted down the hill towards the camp.
As he cleared the final set of trees he saw the towering figure of Magneto draped in his cape looming over Hannah who had dropped a basket full of berries.

Just as Magneto leaned to help her, Logan jumped between them extending his blades Startled Hannah fell backwards. Still keeping his eyes on Magneto he spoke to her, "Did this guy hurt you? You alright?"

"I'm fine."

Magneto stood up, dusting himself off and smiled at Logan, "No need for those Wolverine. It's all very gallant of you to protect this young woman from me but you are fully aware what I am capable of with your adamantium laced skeleton. You're no match for me, Wolverine."

"What do you want with her?" He retracted the blades, as Hannah stood up and clung to his sleeve. He immediately put a protective arm around her and held her close to him.

"Well, isn't this sweet. You and the professor's daughter on a little dirty weekend. Tsk, tsk, Wolverine, Charles will not take kindly to you taking advantage of his only child."

"Just state your business here, Magneto."

Mystique joined Magneto's side. "She has information that effects all of us, Wolverine. She may not have any recollection that she holds this information but I have reliable sources that inform me otherwise."

"She has nothing. So you're wasting your time here."

He snickered, "She is a mutant with a photographic mind and she lived with a man who was responsible for setting up a camp to imprison the likes of you and me. She had access to the papers that were drawn up. She knows names. I know this for a fact, Wolverine. I want that information. For the good of mutant kind I need that information."

Hannah began to cry, "What is he talking about? I don't understand." Logan pulled her closer.

"Whatever she knew, Magneto, it's gone. Portman erased everything from the last 10 years."

"I'm supposed to believe that Portman had access to a REM machine? That's the only way he could erase her memory."

"Believe it. I saw it, but I was too late. The procedure had already taken place."

"Aha. You're the one that killed Portman. Wow, so this relationship is serious. And you have so much in common. Both of you stripped of your past. How romantic." Magneto began to pace but kept his eyes on Logan. " this does put a slight change in my plan, that is for certain." He stopped and addressed Logan once again, "So you know nothing about the mutant camps that were being set up by Portman and his cronies?"

"Nothing. If she knew anything about it, it's gone. Chuck figured she knew something that Portman wanted. So it would make sense for him to get rid of that memory. The last thing he would want would be those names leaked out."

"And you killed Portman, Wolverine. That was a particularly dumb move but then I know you never think things through. You're more animal than human. Does she know this? Does she know what she is getting herself involved with?"

Hannah pulled away from Logan, "Stop talking like I'm not here and that I am some child. I'm not involved with Logan and if I was I can make that choice and it's none of your god damn business. He killed Portman for me. I'm glad he's dead, that he can no longer hurt me. I'm sure with all your access to information you can find the names of those others without me. So don't you think you should just leave? That there is nothing here for you."

"Well, well, well…I see she has your temperament, Wolverine. You two belong together. What happened to the sweet little girl Charles used to bounce on his knee?"

"She is learning to stand on her own two feet and if it wasn't for this man here, that might not have ever happened." Logan reached for her hand and she hesitated, and then took hold of it.

"I think you need to leave, Magneto. Like she said, there is nothing here for you. Sorry for not offering you my hospitality and letting you stay for dinner but you know us animals, we really like to keep to our own kind."

"The thought of your cooking does not overly excite me so it's just as well. I'm sure our paths will cross again."

"I don't doubt it."

Magneto then turned to Hannah, "and give my regards to your father. He adored you and kept away because he wanted you to have a normal life. I don't think that included a relationship with a killer such as Wolverine. Think about that. "

Before she could respond he disappeared into the woods. Hannah let go of Wolverine's hand and moved closer to the woods. "He knows my father? I don't understand. Is he an enemy or an ally?"

"Both. Depends on his mood. But probably more enemy. Not to be trusted. Your old man and Magneto started the school together but had different ideas about mutants existence on this earth."

"So he's dangerous."

"Can be."

"None of this seems real, Logan. Like I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be back in London playing the piano with a recital in Paris in a few days. My parents will be alive and I won't have any recollection of mutants. This has to be a dream. None of it makes any sense." She put her hand to her forehead and felt a headache. She felt woozy and began to sway. Logan ran to her side and propped her up.

" I'm thinking we should head out of here in the morning. You need to get back to the professor, back to the school. "

"It's not a dream, is it?"

He shook his head. "You know we could leave tonight."

She buried her head into his chest. He hesitated for a moment before he placed his arms around her to comfort her, but then he felt a tear on his chest and his arms instinctively wrapped around her. The silence was unbearable for him. He was never good with crying females, but his hands caressed her back, soothing her the best that he could and within a few minutes the sobbing had stopped and she lifted her head.

She looked up into his eyes and managed to smile, "You know it's a beautiful day and this is silly for me to be crying and not enjoying it." She looked towards the lake and the crystal clear blue shimmer enticing her, "Could we go for a swim?" With the back of her hand she wiped away the tears.

Logan looked confused, "You sure you don't want to pack up and go?"

"He won't be back. There's nothing here for him. And I like being here." She almost added 'with you' and stopped herself.

"I will never understand females. This crying one minute, then everything is fine and dandy the next." Placing both hands on her shoulders he pushed her back to arms distant giving her a sneer, "A swim? You told me you can't swim, Hannah."

"I can dog paddle. And it would be a shame if I missed this opportunity. You said I need to let myself go a little."

He laughed, "More like a lot."

She freed herself from his grasp and ran down to the water's edge, turning back to see if he was coming.

"The clothes have got to go." He casually remarked.

"You just want to see me naked. I think you secretly have a thing for pasty English women."

He shook his head as he slowly walked towards her, "Maybe I do. But you won't find that out unless you bare all." He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked as he began to slip his tank top over his head. After removing his belt he began to unbutton his jeans.

Hannah was envious of his confidence and his lack of hesitation as he stripped to his birthday suit. His naked body was now a familiar sight but it still caused a flutter in her stomach and she avoided looking below the waist.

He loved that he caused this reaction in her and instead of plunging into the water right away he moved closer to her. Standing directly in front of her fingering the lapel of her shirt, "So what's it to be? This coming off?" He traced his finger down to the top button and slipped it our of it's hole, smiling.

She jerked away suddenly as his hand fingered the second button. In doing so her eyes drifted to a place she promised not to look. They stayed there longer then they should and Logan followed her gaze. He gave a little chuckle under breath and then cleared his throat to get her attention, "I take it you like what you see."

"Even if I did and I'm not saying that's the case, it doesn't mean I will gladly remove my clothing so you can have a peek." She looked up, trying to come across confident, but her face was blushed and she still couldn't meet his gaze for long.

He gave her cheek a pat, "You're cute when you're flustered." He waded out into the water up to his knees then turned around, "and just for your information I've already had a peek."

Hannah gasped, "That is a lie, Logan."

"Ah…but is it?" He then dove into the water.

Hannah was startled by this information and really, had a hard time swallowing it. Fidgeting with her shirttails she watched for him to surface ready to confront him, but when he finally broke the water's surface she lost all nerve. She turned her back to him and thought about sulking off into the woods.

"Hannah," he called out and she didn't answer. "You're mad. Look I was joking. Come on, just a bit of fun. Get in the water. Clothes and all. " It had been a rough afternoon and he had now realized that his teasing and flirting had taken him someplace he still wasn't prepared to go. Their night in New York.

"This is all just a big joke to you isn't it? Me and my naivety. So glad you find it entertaining."

"You're sulking. And that isn't going to happen." Hearing the water splashing, she turned to find him making his way out of the lake and towards her.

"What are you doing?"

"You wanted a swim, little lady and that's what you're going to get." Picking her up she started squirming but she was no match for him. He began carrying her towards the water's edge,

"You better let me down. If you throw me in…"

"You'll what? "

"You won't get a peek."

"That isn't going to happen."

"I was going to take my shirt off; I just wanted to do it myself. In my own time."

"Like tomorrow maybe?" He said sarcastically.

"Will you let me down?"

"You coming in?"

"Yes."

"No sulking?"

"No sulking."

He gently set her down and she motioned for him to go back in the water, "Go… back in the water…"

"You're not coming in."

"Yes, I am, but you need to go in the water." She gave him a push. "And don't turn around."

"But then I don't get the peek."

"Logan." She said exasperated.

"Okay, I'm going."

She watched him from behind step into the water and she immediately began to unbutton the shirt. She couldn't stop thinking about his comment about having a peek and wondered if it really was a joke or if it was his strange way of trying to tell her something. Logan dove into the water as Hannah unbuttoned the last button. The shirt slipped off her shoulders as Logan broke the water's surface. Deep in her own thoughts she didn't realize his eyes were on her, as she then removed her shorts. She couldn't go any further but it was a start and as she looked down at her body she felt a confidence come over her that hadn't been there before. She smiled. She may be pasty and white but she didn't look all that bad in her underwear.

Logan witnessed this transformation and was pleased to be able to be a part of her newfound freedom. When she looked up and saw him he quickly turned away, "I wasn't peeking, really."

"You can peek if you want."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." She dipped her feet into the water and then backed up in surprise, "It's freezing."

"It's on the cool side, freezing…no."

"I changed my mind." As she began to retreat to the shore he snuck up behind her and slammed his hand on the water's surface making a splash. The water sprayed over her whole body and she turned abruptly, "Why you…Logan…that was cruel."

"So cruel." He smirked. Then slapped his hand down again, "Woops, didn't mean to do that."

Hannah stood there now practically drenched holding her arms out and feeling cold and miserable. Her eyebrows furrowed and a snarl now appeared on her face as she gradually looked up and faced her tormentor. "You think this is funny, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, I do."

"And you think I will stand here and take it?"

"I hope not. That wasn't the idea."

"I don't understand you."

"You need to have some fun."

"This is not fun."

"No?" This time he slapped the palm of his hand across the water in a long swoop. The water once again splashed over her like a tidal wave with the strength he put into it. She lost her balance and slipped , now completely immersed by the lake.

Wiping her wet hair away from her face she scowled, "You are going to get it, Logan. I've never been treated in such a manner."

"Exactly what I expected. Give me all you got, darlin'. It will be good for you to finally release some of the tensions you've been feeling all week."

She got up struggling to move closer to him, feeling the slimy lake bottom on her feet. She grimaced but plodded on. She tried slapping her hand across the water like he had done but the splash it made was pathetic.

"That can't be as good as you got."

"That was warm-up." She tried again. This time with a little more punch and he dodged the spray laughing.

"Come on, Hannah. Get mad."

Being egged on by him only riled her up more and the third time skimmed the palm of her hand across the water's surface with style and grace and sent a wave of water over him. Pleased by this feet she moved closer and did it again.

He was bombarded now by her continuous splashing and she was now laughing out loud, He put his hands up over his face.

"Surrender, Logan. You have no chance."

He was glad to see her laughing, "I can see that. No chance. I surrender."

She stopped splashing and smiled at him, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"I do need to loosen up."

"You'll get there." He dove into the water and she stood in bewilderment not seeing where he went. When he finally surfaced he was quite a distance from her treading water.

"So are you just going to paddle in the shallow water or take that swim?"

"I really can't swim. I could never make it out there."

"I'll come closer. Come on. Give it a go. I bet you can do more than you think."

He moved to where he could stand, and she learily looked at him. But then something came over her. Maybe it was his encouraging look or something else. But she wanted nothing more than to be where he was. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself off and paddled towards him.

As she neared him she was beginning to get out of breath. Logan reached his hand out to her and she took it gladly. He then pulled her in to his side. Taking a deep breath she slipped her hands over his shoulders clutching on tightly. He smiled at her, "See that was no big deal."

But it was to her. It wasn't just the swim or her finally loosening up. Logan was more at ease with her and she felt like he was finally accepting her. "So tomorrow, you think, I can make it across the lake?" She joked.

He laughed, "That will be the day."

She joined him in his laughing. And for a few minutes everything was going well. But it was Logan that cut the laughter short. He became all too conscious of her nearly naked body up against his own. Her heart beating rapidly against his chest. His right hand rested on her bare back, then slipped lower to the waistband of her underpants. Hannah gasped, looking up into his eyes she felt them penetrating through her and a shiver went up her spine, not really understanding what was happening.

His other hand swept her wet hair off her face and then brushed against her cheek tenderly. She looked away and he pulled her chin up so she had no choice but to look into those eyes. She began to speak, "Logan, I…"

He put his finger over her lips, "Sometimes you don't need to talk. This is one of those times." He leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. Hannah closed her eyes in anticipation and was startled when he abruptly backed away, "Shit."

Hannah opened her eyes in surprise and saw Logan's concentration now on the heavens above. Whatever was about to happen was now gone. Did she do something wrong? All she wanted to do now was swim back to shore and get away from him but he still had a hold of her and even though his focus was elsewhere his grip was firm.

He looked down at her apologetically but at a loss for words. How could he explain his behavior? Everything Magneto said had been true. He wanted something from her. And he was willing to take advantage of the situation. So instead of addressing the subject he gave her the only explanation he could, "Storm coming." This really sounded stupid, "Bad storm." She looked at him confused. He started feeling a bit agitated and knew that whatever he said was going to come out wrong. " I need to get us something to eat and get a shelter up before it hits camp."

Hannah looked up at the sky seeing a few clouds but nothing ominous. She was still taken aback from what had just happened, "It doesn't look like a storm." She pulled away from him slightly upset and then realized she couldn't stand and began to dog paddle. She needed to get to shore and away from him before she said something she didn't mean.

Logan stood still for a moment. She didn't believe him. Hell, it was more than that. She thought he was making an excuse for not following through with that kiss. He quickly swam and blocked her. She now could stand.

She couldn't look at him, "I thought you would want me to get to shore and get dressed and get ready for the storm." She said slightly sarcastically.

"Damn it, Hannah, It's coming. I'm not making this up. Nothing gets past me with these damn enhanced senses. I can hear the thunder and lightning. It's not far off. Take my word for it, you'll be hungry and want to be dry. I'm thinking about you."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure you are." she responded sarcastically.

He could easily have stormed off at this point or risen to her bait and argued. That's how it had been all week. No, that wasn't going to happen this time. He picked her up and placed her over his shoulder.

"Put me down." She grumbled as she flung her arms against his back.

"I will. At camp." Nothing else was said as he made his way to the shore. He gently put her down on a rock and got her a towel. There was a silence as he stood over her for a brief second. She still wouldn't look at him. Frustrated he let out a sigh but knew he needed to get a move on so he could prepare for the storm, "I won't be long. Stay put and stay outta trouble."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not finished with you, Hannah."

"I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean." She finally looked at him.

"Well, hang around and you'll find out soon enough." He decided best for her to just think on that one for awhile. Not turning back to look at her, he slipped on his jeans and shot off into the woods.

"Logan, wait…" Hannah called after him but it was too late, he was gone. She sighed and laid back on the rock feeling the warm sun on her skin. Closing her eyes she couldn't get the image of Logan nearly kissing her out of her head. She felt her heart race. What did all of this mean? It seemed sudden but it also felt incredibly right and now he was gone. Then she heard a rustling of leaves near the woods. She sat up, "Logan, is that you?"

She heard it again, but now it seemed like it was surrounding her. "Logan, just come out. I don't want to play this game." She stood up and got off the rock moving a few feet towards the noise, she leaned down and picked up her shirt and when she stood up she gasped. Out of the woods came a pack of wolves. She froze, hoping they hadn't spotted her. They began to ransack the bags although there were was no food. Logan had strung everything up in a tree. Shaking and clutching her shirt to her chest, Hannah whispered, "Please just go away. Please." But it was of no use. When they found no food the head of the pack looked her way. Their eyes met. Growling and bearing his huge sharp teeth, Hannah panicked, letting out a blood curdling scream.