Here's chapter 4 Please review at the end. Thanks for the idea, paperspiral!

Two weeks later, Logan was sitting in his and Victor's room. He sat on the bed and stared at the ultrasound picture of their dead pup. He missed the little guy so much. He hadn't left the suite since they turned in after the after party. He didn't teach any of his classes, never went on missions, never went out into the forest, and didn't even go to the Danger Room for his daily workout. He just stayed in the room or just wander around in the suite or sat out on the balcony.

He always had a blank look on his face. His face had lost color and he never got any sleep which was the cause of the dark spots under his eyes. And he cried every night, morning, and afternoon. When he did try to sleep, he just cry and wrap his arms around his stomach. He would feel Victor wrap his arms around him and Logan would turn over and cry into his chest. Victor didn't get much sleep either, but he hated seeing Logan like this.

Logan continued looking at the ultrasound picture and tears filled his eyes and fell and he silently cried, hanging his head. He set the picture down. He also blamed himself for what happened. He blamed himself for killing the pup. He thought it was all his fault that he died. It's all my fault. My fault! MY FAULT! He thought. He kept repeating it in his head over and over again.

Logan buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

Victor was downstairs, getting his pups lunch. He really wanted to be upstairs with Logan, but he had their kids to watch because everyone was out or was busy. He made their grilled cheese sandwiches and sighed. He really wished he could do something to make Logan feel better, but he knew that nothing he did helped. Logan never wanted to go anywhere.

LJ looked up at his mother from the island where he and Vicki sat. "Momma, do ya think Daddy would like a picture?"

"Yeah," Vicki said. "A pretty happy picture with all of us in it?"

"In a field with smiling trees, animals, and a smiling sun!"

"Yeah!"

Victor chuckled and smiled at his twins. "I'm sure that would make Daddy's day," he said.

The twins smiled and ran off to get paper and crayons. They soon returned with them and Victor put their lunches on plates after cutting the sandwiches in half across and then he gave them the plates and got his own sandwich as he watched the two year olds draw on the paper. He smiled.

Soon the picture was complete and they handed the paper to Victor. Victor took it as he ate his turkey sandwich and smiled softy. The picture showed stick figures with clothes and each one had a name on it. There was Victor, Logan, and the twins standing in grass and was surrounded by rabbits and other animals that were smiling, and different kinds of trees smiling and the sun, too.

"This is a great drawin', pups," he said.

"Do ya think Daddy will love it, Momma?" Vicki asked.

"I know he will," Victor said. He really hoped it would lift Logan's spirits some.

After they finished their lunch, Victor was about to take the kids upstairs, but stopped. He concentrated on his hearing and his brows furrowed. Something wasn't right.

"Pups, go to Charles' office, okay?"

"But what if he's busy?" LJ asked.

"Just tell him I sent ya to him, okay?" he said. "Take the picture and show Charles what ya drew for Daddy."

"Okay," they both said and walked to Charles office.

LJ knocked and opened the door. He and Vicki walked in and closed the door behind them. Charles looked up from his paperwork and frowned a little. He could sense that there was something wrong.

"LJ, Vicki, what can I do for you?"

"Momma told us to come here," Vicki said.

"Yeah," LJ said. "Look at what we drew for Daddy."

Charles took the drawing and smiled. "It's very good," Charles said. His brows furrowed again. He could still sense that there was something wrong.

Vicki and LJ sat on his lap and told him what the things in the picture were. At the same time, Charles tried linking his mind with Logan's, but couldn't because Logan put his shields up. There was something very wrong. He knew that Victor sensed that something was wrong, too and decided to leave him be to check on what was going on.

Victor hurried up to the suite once the kids were out of sight. He ran up the stairs, taking three at a time and burst through the door. It slammed against the wall and Victor looked all over the suite. No sign of Logan. He ran to their bedroom. Still no sign of Logan. He checked the balcony. No sign of Logan. He checked the nursery that was for the dead pup. No sign of him. He checked the pups' room. Still no sign. He tried the last place he could think of. The bathroom. He tried the door that had a new knob. It was locked.

"Jimmy? Jimmy, I know yer in there. Open up."

Logan didn't replay, but there were grunts and groans of pain that answered him. Victor could also smell blood. His eyes widened. He banged on the door.

"Jimmy, are ya alright? Jimmy!"

Still no reply.

Victor, not wanting to replace the door knob again, threw his shoulder hard against the door and it slammed open, bouncing off the wall. Victor walked in and gapped. He saw Logan in the shower, curtain open, he was naked, curled up, the water going everywhere, and Logan was using his claws to cut his wrists, ankles, neck, and everywhere he could think of and he was sobbing his eyes out and groaned in pain as he continued to cut himself.

Victor rushed over to Logan and grabbed his arms, stopping him.

"Jimmy, what the hell are ya doin'?"

Logan didn't reply. He just sobbed.

"Yer cuttin' yerself? Yer tryin' to kill yerself?"

Logan nodded and sobbed more.

"Why?"

"'Cause of our dead pup!" Logan sobbed.

"Jimmy-"

"It's my fault he's dead!"

"Jimmy, it ain't yer fault."

Logan buried his face in Victor's neck and cried harder.

Victor wrapped his arms around him and felt tears in his eyes. "How long have you been in here?"

"Thirty minutes. . ."

Victor closed his eyes and took one of Logan's wrists into his hand. "Ya lost a lot of blood, hun," he said. "I'm takin' ya down to the med lab."

He lifted Logan into his arms and stood up then carried him down to the med lab. He then contacted Charles as Logan passed out.

Charles?

Yes, Victor? How is everything?

Not good, Charles. Jimmy. . .tried to kill himself.

Good Lord! Why and how?

He thinks it's his fault the pup died. He cut himself.

I won't bring the children down until you want me to. They shouldn't see their father while he's in this kind of state.

Thanks, Charles.

Victor broke the connection and saw that he was already at the med lab. He saw Hank in there and walked in. Hank looked up and frowned.

"What is wrong?" he asked.

"Jimmy tried to commit suicide," Victor said.

"My stars and garters! Is he alright?" Hank asked getting up and walking to him.

"He lost a lot of blood. He cut himself on his ankles, neck, and wrists." Victor pulled back the covers on a bed and put Logan on the bed then covered him back up.

Hank walked to Logan's other side and checked him. The cuts were healing up. "You need to stay down here with him."

"Who's gonna watch the pups?"

"I'm sure Charles and I can take turns since everyone is mostly gone and busy for the big school tests."

Victor smiled at him and nodded. "Thanks," he said.

"Your welcome, my friend," Hank said. "I'm going to go and get some coffee. Would you like a cup?"

"No thanks."

Hank nodded and left. Victor laid beside Logan on the large bed. He was still passed out. Victor kissed him softly on the lips and wrapped an arm around him and closed his eyes to try and get some sleep.