The sun found it's way through the clouds just as the jeep pulled up to the service entrance of the mansion. Jean, Storm and Henry were waiting, as Hannah and Logan stepped out of the car.

"It was awfully nice of you breaking up that fowl weather there, Ro, just for us." Logan speaking to Storm but looking at Jean. He was curious. Wondering how she felt about what was going on. Why did it still matter to him?

Jean couldn't help but find their appearance amusing. They both were a quite a sight, covered from head to toe in dirt and mud, "I guess it wasn't soon enough, looks like you got caught in it."

Logan winked at Hannah, "You could say that." but she wasn't responding. She was all to aware of the gazes he was giving Jean.

Henry was surprised at how relaxed Logan seemed, used to seeing him flaring up and under the circumstances he had every right to be a bit pissed off, but there was no sign of it. On the other hand, Hannah, was extremely quiet. It was Henry who noticed her attention was on Jean and Logan. Henry approached her wanting to include her in the conversation, "Logan said you had quite a bite, I should probably have a look at it."

"I'd like to get cleaned up first, if that's okay?" She held her arm close to her body, as she turned back to the jeep and started to get her bag. Feeling the need to distance herself from Logan, and the chance she would soon be wallowing in jealousy. Of course there was something between him and Jean, they were both Xmen, there was a history Hannah would never have with him. She managed to pull the bag out of the back and then it slipped from her grasp falling to the pavement.

Logan leaned over to pick it up, just as she did, placing his hand over hers, "I'll get that. You go get in the shower, then let Hank look at that arm."

She nodded and headed into the house, all the while looking back and wondering what was going on in her absence. Quickening her pace, she couldn't wait to get into the shower.

Ro glared at Logan, "You're never going to learn are you?

"What do you mean? Learn what? I got her back here in one piece didn't I?" He said snidely. He had no idea what she was on about.

"Henry knows what I'm talking about. Don't you?"

"Don't you get me involved in this." He put out his arm for Jean, "Jean, lets let these two duke it out, we seem to be the only civilized people here."

"I think you could be right there, Henry." She took his arm and they headed for the house, but not before she was able to mutter, " Just look at the state of Logan's clothes. What do you think was going on in that rain storm between those two?" Knowing full well that Logan could hear.

He called after them, "Nothing happened in the storm. Nothing at all."

Storm stood there in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest, scowling, "I'm still here you know. But obviously it's only Jean that you're concerned about. I didn't see you running after Hannah when she obviously was slightly distressed, but Jean on the other hand deserves all your attention."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jean. Hannah. The minute you see Jean, you acted as if Hannah wasn't even here and believe me she was aware of it."

"Ro, for your information I have spent the last week with Hannah 24/7. Moments ago, I was rolling in the mud on top of her, if you really want to know. Not that it's any of your damn business. And as far as Jean goes, we flirt. It's our thing. Now I can see Scott, having a fit, but you? Give me a break. Don't you think I have enough to deal with right now? Tomorrow I am going to be outta here for awhile. Let me enjoy something."

"At Hannah's expense?"

"I'm not listening to this now. You know I figured with the storm you brewed up, you were on my side."

"And I am. I don't think it's right what the professor is doing but Hannah is also going through a lot, and you should be lavishing your attention on her, because she will be the one to suffer when you leave."

"Really now? I had no idea." he said snidely as he lugged all the bags into the mansion.

Ororo shook her head in disgust, Logan could joke all he wanted but she knew that what was going on would have much more of an impact on those left behind than on Logan himself.

Hannah entered her father's office reluctantly. She promised herself she would remain calm and try to deal with the situation without flying off the handle. Wearing one of her old skirts and blouses, she tied her hair back. Why she chose these clothes from a past she didn't remember was not certain, but maybe it had something to do with being someone else. These clothes no longer suited her, they no longer reflected who she was, but after Logan was gone she wasn't sure who she would be. Maybe playing a part was how she could get through it. She fiddled with the new bandage on her arm that peaked out of the cuff of her blouse as she waited for her father to acknowledge her presence.

Charles had a lot on his mind, a press conference about Hannah's presence at the school, the future of his team of X-men, finding Hannah a suitable teacher and the possibility of one of Portman's men descending on his school creating a new problem but the only problem that he seemed concerned about was what would happen with his relationship with his new found daughter. When he turned and saw her framed in the doorway, he felt a lump in his throat.

"Hannah."

"Father."

He was a bit surprised with her appearance. The clothes made her look plain and her hair pulled back added years to her 25. It obviously was some statement she was trying to put forward, but he was unsure what it was. He felt the awkward silence and immediately looked down at one of the papers to find inspiration on what he should be saying, "Actually, I was just making some inquiries about a piano teacher, from that list you gave me. I thought it would be something you want to get started on right away."

"Of course. I really should think about getting back to the piano as soon as possible. I've missed it."

"Well, I won't keep you long, but I wanted to let you know that there will be a press conference this afternoon concerning your disappearance, your fans are anxious to have you back."

"I suppose you will tell me what to say," she bit her lip holding back the anger.

"Of course there will be a few things we want to keep from the press, but I don't see it as a problem. There might be questions but I think you can handle them. You've been in the public eye for along time, you know the right thing to say."

"And is the right thing to say that I was kidnapped by Logan?"

"Hannah, I had nothing to do with what was printed in that paper, You need to know that."

"So you deny that you want him as far away from me as possible, that you want to use him as the bad guy, so now he has to run?"

"I won't deny that I want him out of your life, but I don't think you understand the complications of being involved with him. You haven't thought this through."

"No, I haven't because I am in love with him. It happened, I had no idea it would but it has and I like the way it feels. And if he would let me I would leave with him in the morning. But he is loyal to you, I don't understand why but he is. I guess I am not as important to him as I would like to believe, since he feels this is where I belong."

"You do belong here, Hannah. No matter what you feel about me at this time. I am concerned with your welfare and I want you to feel this is your home"

"It's Logan's home as well and you are sending him away."

"Logan is still finding himself. He would be the first to admit this is only a temporary arrangement."

"Like his relationship with me? Only temporary? Is that what you think?" She felt the rage building, she heard her own voice escalating. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, when she reopened them she felt better and calmly continued, "You can send him away, but it won't change a thing. I just need you to understand that." She looked down at her feet, still playing with the bandage. "I really would like to go practice awhile. Please let me know when you need me for the press conference."

She turned towards the door wanting to escape when her father noticed the bandage, "What happened to your arm?"

She slowly turned her head towards him, "I was attacked by a wolf, I could have died, but Logan saved me. He's been good to me, father. Can't you see that?"

"If you would have been here where you belong, there would have been no wolf attack, no threat on your life. I can hardly praise Logan for any good deeds at this time. He should never have let you go on this trip with him in the first place."

Taking a deep breath, she turned away from him, there really wasn't anything to say but she couldn't let him have the last word. As she walked out the door she spoke defiantly, "That trip opened my eyes to a world that I have let pass me by. And it was the best thing that could have happened to me, you will never be able to take that away from me, father. Not ever."

Charles let her go. He now could only hope that Logan's absence within the coming months would distance her from these feelings. It was a tall order. She was head strong and determined and what she was feeling for Logan wasn't going to go away that easily.

After showering and changing Logan thought he would find Hannah in her room. When he pushed open the door, her unopened bag lay on the floor and various clothes on hangers were strewn across her bed. He didn't understand the meaning of the mess, but it didn't phase him. Women did crazy things, like changing their clothes over and over again. He did know that. Figuring her next stop would be the professor's office he decided he needed to check up on her. Hoping that she was handling the situation with grace, instead of throwing a fit.

As he approached the professor's door he could hear the muffled conversation. It sounded fairly civil. She was talking about playing the piano. Good sign. He didn't stay longer to hear the rest. He wasn't ready for a confrontation with the professor just yet. Being able to control his rage about the whole situation for the last few hours was a major accomplishment but he knew that soon he would lose it. He had remained strong for her, but he just wanted to kick some butt and he knew there was one place he could do that, without any ramifications.

Entering the control room in his Xmen uniform, Logan interrupted a lecture from Scott to Rogue, Bobby, Kitty and Peter. Scott's back was to him but Scott was aware his students were now totally focused on something else. He turned shocked to see Logan suited up, "I am conducting a lesson, Logan. You'll have to come back later."

"No, I don't think so Summers. I'm taking over the lesson."

"What? On who's authority?"

Today Logan didn't want to fly off the handle in front of the kids, so he motioned for them to head into the room, "You guys go on ahead, warm-up a bit, I'll be there is a sec."

They looked at Scott, waiting for a reaction, but he was just glaring at Logan in disbelief. He managed to regain some composure for their sake and finally said, "Go warm-up. Now that is something I can agree with him about." They all glanced at one another, wondering what was going to happen, but did as they were told, knowing both Scott and Logan were equally hotheaded and none of them wanted to deal with that.

Once they were in the other room, Scott blurted out, "How dare you waltz in here and throw your weight around. This is my class, my session."

"I know that."

"Then what are you playing at, Logan?"

"Damn it, Summers, I'm going in there. I"m going to throw my weight around for the last frigging time and I'm not asking you, got it? It's something I got to do. Now we can stand out here and debate the subject, or you can just get the hell out of here and give me the class for the next hour. Simple as that. I don't think anyone will have any objections. Well, that is, except you, but look at it this way. After tomorrow you won't have to look at my ugly mug for a very long time."

Scott's expression changed. He might not like the guy, but he didn't like the professor's way of dealing with him and even worse, Scott knew only to well, that the team was going to suffer with him gone.

"Hey, just to let you know, I think the professor's making a huge mistake dealing with you and Hannah this way."

"Yeah, right. Summers, you can't wait to see me gone."

"Whether I like it or not, you're essential to the Xmen."

"Well, not anymore. I hang up the suit today, so what do you say, let me give them a real workout."

Scott couldn't believe he was actually feeling sorry for the guy. He was silent for a moment, thinking about the consequences this could lead to but he couldn't find any real cause in denying Logan this request "Okay, but you go in there as a team and remember they need the training not you."

"You can say that again. I've watched some of your sessions, Summers and those kids are hardly ready for any real combat."

"So teach them something they can use, Logan." He wanted to add to keep his temper in check and not take over the whole session as his own personal battlefield but there was no point. He had never found it easy to talk to the guy and now it was even more awkward, knowing that he was leaving.

"Anything else, Summers? No lecture. I'm ready for the lecture. Keep the temper under control, set an example. You know the same old bullshit I hear everyday."

"No lecture, they're all yours, Logan." Scott was already feeling this was a mistake.

Logan slipped on the leather gloves and without looking back headed into the danger room. Scott watched from the control window and listened as Logan took over. "Alright, boys and girls, aren't you the lucky ones today, you got me to deal with and not Summers, so the rules are changed. In fact, no rules." He turned back to the control window and noticed Scott shaking his head in disbelief. Well satisfied he turned back to the students and switched the control panel. The virtual jungle setting surrounded them and within seconds they were being attacked by militia. Nothing like a good battle to deal with the anger and frustration he was feeling about leaving this place. Screw Scott and the rules. None of that mattered to him whatsoever as he began taking on a number of men with the rage he had been bottling up over the last few hours.

Hannah went to the conservatory and found the piano awaiting her. Emotionally she wasn't handling this return the way she wanted to. Why couldn't she find any strength? She had nearly lost it in her father's office. She was angry about what he had done, but she was also angry with Logan for just taking it and leaving without any fight. And at his behavior towards Jean. How could she forget that? It was like she was invisible and the last 4 days were nothing. She sat at the piano and with a built up rage she pounded the keys with her fists. Tilting her head back she cried out, then fell upon the keys, her head buried in her arms as the somber tones, reflecting her mood resonated throughout the room.

"Hannah, are you alright?"

She was surprised to hear Jean's voice behind her. She lifted her head and wiped her eyes on her blouse sleeve. Turning slowly, she saw Jean's concern, "Not especially. But I will be fine I suppose. That is what everyone expects. I thought you would be with Logan. He seemed quite anxious to get back to you."

"Really? Did he say that?" Jean looked skeptical and glared at her.

Hannah scowled knowing she was reading her mind. "Stop that. Why are you doing that?"

"Logan is in the Danger room, taking over Scott's class. He's working through the rage and pain he feels right now, just like you seem to be doing. No one expects you to be fine with this and as for me. I'm the last person he's thinking about right now. Why are you sitting in here alone when you want to be with him?"

Hannah put her head down ashamed. "Because he wants me to be strong and I'm not. I am not you. He's leaving in the morning and I won't handle it well, he will despise me for that. Maybe he won't come back."

"He'll be back You've touched him in away no one here ever has. He won't be willing to give you up."

"Then why doesn't he stay? My father can make all this go away."

"I think you've already tried to persuade him and that doesn't seem to be an option right now. Logan doesn't want to put anyone's life in jeopardy. He has been caught in the crossfire many a time and protecting those he cares about comes first. He's leaving, Hannah. Instead of avoiding it try to accept it. It will be easier for both of you."

"I can't pretend that everything is wonderful, that I'm happy about this decision."

"No one is asking you to, but you being here alone and him duking it out in the danger room is only causing fuel to the fire. I"ll let you know when the professor needs you for the press conference. Now go."

"What about my father?"

"Maybe you don' t know what you're doing concerning Logan, but that's for you to figure out, not him."

Hannah entered the control room of the danger room and found Scott observing from the window, it was taking all his willpower not to shout over the intercom on the stupidity of Logan's commands to the students. As usual he was running the show in his own personal way with very little team work involved. Hannah approached cautiously as Scott cursed under breath, "Damn you, Logan. This isn't about you." Hannah, cleared her throat and thinking it was Jean he blurted out, "Don't give me the lecture, Jean. I let the guy have his last chance, it doesn't mean I have to like what he's doing. Everything I've taught them is going out the window because Logan takes everything on as his own personal vendetta." Scott turned to see Hannah awkwardly smiling. "Hannah, sorry, I thought you were Jean."

"She told me I'd find Logan here."

"Oh, yeah, he's here all right. Bigger than life." Scott couldn't hide his annoyance.

She looked down into the room and watched as Logan single handedly fought off every militant heading his way through the jungle. His rage building with every kill. It was a Logan she didn't know. His students stood on the sidelines with nothing to do. Earlier they had each had a turn but as the session progressed Logan became a one man army and they couldn't even get near the enemy. Hannah knew this was what bothered Scott. Logan not working as a team. She felt she was intruding on something she knew nothing about and began to back away from the glass, "I should go. I'm sure I'll see him later."

Scott focused his attention on her, "No, no...you should stay. Look, I know he's going through a lot right now, this is his way of working through it. I shouldn't be so hard on him. We might not see eye to eye most of the time but he has been a vital member of this team. Even I can admit to that."

"Scott, can you be honest with me?"

"I'll try."

"Does everyone believe my involvement with Logan is a mistake?"

"I'm not the best person to answer that, Hannah."

"I said be honest."

"I think we're all a bit concerned. It's kind of hard not to be. He's a time bomb...just look at him in there...unpredictable."

"Yeah, I know."

"But you love him, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Then nothing any of us do or say is going to make a difference. Even your father."

Just then, the session ended and frustrated the kids walked out silently, passing Scott and Hannah. As Logan barked behind them, "You guys were a mess out there. If you can't get the mission accomplished in there, how the hell are you going to take care of it in the real world. You're not ready. Not any of you." He didn't see Hannah at first, she was hidden partly behind Scott. Logan scowled at Scott in passing, and shook his head, "Some teacher you've been, those kids don't have a hope in hell of surviving a real attack."

Scott was silent, which surprised Logan. Never one to mind the heated debates they shared because it always made Scott just more angry. It was good for a chuckle anyhow, but when there was no confrontation it annoyed Logan. "I don't think you heard me, Summers, these kids are hopeless. You need someone to take my place, and this is the best you can come up with?"

"I'm sure we'll manage." He walked past Logan, following the students. Logan turned to see Kitty side up next to Scott, something she normally would save for Logan. He couldn't help but hear the exchange.

"What's wrong with him, Scott? I know sometimes he's angry, but not like this. " she expressed with concern.

"We'll talk about it later." He quickly shooed them out of the room.

Still angry and bitter that the workout had done nothing to sooth that rage inside him. He immediately turned to slam his fist against the wall as he caught the glimpse of Hannah facing him. Everything he had told her do. Take it as it comes, stay in control...were suggestions he couldn't even follow. And now she was seeing it first hand.

He pulled back, dropping his arms to his side, "You saw that..down there?" He motioned to the Danger room with a nod of his head.

She nodded.

"Don't you go judging me. Not when you don't know anything about this kind of thing."

"I wasn't going to judge you. I just wanted to see you. Obviously, this is a bad time and I should just go."

Those few words, struck him. She just wanted to see him. The one calming factor in his life right now, stood in front of him with nothing more on her mind then wanting to see him. Her head lowered she began to head for the door, but he blocked her way. Confused she looked up at him, the scowl now gone, replaced with a smirk, "You wanted to see me. So here I am. Look all you like."

A smile appeared slowly, "Well, they won't be difficult, especially in your uniform." She felt her face flush.

"So you like the leather jumpsuit? It's a little bit restricting, you know me, I like things a little more natural."

"I like it very much."

"Well, get a little closer and I'll let you inspect the fine quality of the stitching. It really is quite remarkable."

She felt that coyness again, that would creep up on her even after their numerous intimate moments. Logan especially liked the reaction he got from her. Her innocence still intact. He enjoyed that about her. She slowly moved those few inches and he took her hand and placed it on his chest, moving it across the prominent stitched X. "You like what you feel?"

"Very much so."

The anger gone, he moved closer to her. He loosened the clip holding her hair back, "So what is with this look? I thought this Hannah was long gone."

Embarrassed she stepped back. She did look dowdy and unattractive and now felt awkward in his presence.

As her hair fell across her shoulders, he lifted her chin, "Now that's better." he then unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, " Is this the old man's doing? Trying to turn you back into that proper English girl?"

"No," she said under breath.

"You can't go back to the way it was before me. You're not that girl anymore." He had touched on something that was obviously bothering her, "The clothes aren't going to bring her back." He pulled her close to him, holding her tight, "Hey, I don't think you really want her back. That girl would never be feeling some guy up in a leather jumpsuit."

She managed a smile. "I don't want her back. I just thought that maybe it was what he wanted to see."

"How'd that go? Rough?"

"It was alright. I didn't fly off the handle. I tried to understand his point of view. While part of me wants to hate him, I can't. And then I tried to play the piano, and I was so angry, at him...at you. I was like you in there. Only banging on the keys, is not quite the same as slaughtering an army in the jungle."

"It didn't do me any good, if you want to know the truth. So how about the banging, did it help?"

She shook her head.

"So you're angry with me?"

"Not any more. I don't want to waste all my energy on being upset and angry about what is happening. It's not worth it."

He was curious why she had been angry but she was right, it wasn't worth it. They had very little time left together and it was better to enjoy it, "So...that energy could be used on something a lot more worthwhile."

"I was thinking the exact same thing. I want to spend as much of the day with you, if that's okay."

"Sounds like a plan" His hand resting on her back, slid down to her rear and gave it a pat.

She gave his hand a slap, "Not in that way, Logan."

"Well, in what way do you have in mind then?"

"Take a shower and we'll talk."

"Talk about the plan? Or just talk in general."

"I thought talking sounded like a nice idea. Lots of couples do it on a regular basis."

"Okay, we can try that, but you can't keep your hands off me. I give you fifteen minutes before you try and take my pants off and remember this is a school with impressionable young people everywhere."

"We'll see who can behave accordingly. Just take the shower" She threw him a towel, as she headed for the door, "I'll see you in the conservatory when you're finished."

"For that talk, right. Wouldn't miss it for the world, and Hannah, " she turned ready for him to add a sarcastic remark. "Tonight. Your room. The pants are coming off. Behaving accordingly isn't on the agenda. Understood?"

She smiled, "Perfectly."

"Good. Now get going, you're holding me up." He headed for the locker room satisfied that the day was finally looking up.