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Wolverine sat up, pushing the blanket away impatiently. This wasn't the infirmary; he'd been there too many times not to know that room backwards and forwards. He recognized his clothes and boots hanging off the bedpost and realized that somehow he'd been moved to his room.

The last thing he remembered was being in the danger room taunting ice boy.

Stumbling out of his room, he burst onto the hallway but it was dark and silent which was odd since the mansion was never truly silent not even at night. Maybe he could locate… "what was that kid's name?"

Claws immediately came out ready to fillet whoever was trying to sneak up on him.

"His name is Bobby…Bobby Drake." Logan answered, leaning against the doorway arms crossed.

"What the hell?" Wolverine walked up to Logan who had an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth. "I don't recall asking for your help, pal." He replied, his claws still out and spoiling for a fight.

"You know who I am?" Logan responded bringing out his own.

Wolverine paused for a second, sniffing the air. "You're me," he replied eying him in shock.

"That's a big problem don't you think." Logan uttered lighting his cigar.

The flame lit up his face and Logan studied his other side. 'Was this what the world saw, was this how Marie saw him?' this bothered him.

"Marie? I can…" Wolverine stopped mid sentence and inhaled deeply, he caught her rich scent and pushed past Logan, running in the direction of the library.

"Oh, hell!" the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air as Logan put out the cigar on his hand. He placed it in his jacket pocket and ran after himself. He made it to the library and was incredibly glad he'd put away the cigar because the sight before him would have made him skewer it.

Entangled in a frenzied kiss were Wolverine and Marie, his Marie was wrapped around Wolverine and Logan didn't fail to notice that Wolverine's hands were supporting her backside. She ran her hands through his crazy hair and kissed every inch she could reach of his face not caring that they had an audience.

Wolverine had at some point pinned her against the wall while she had pulled his jacket off and ripping his shirt open in her haste to touch him.

Wolverine was no slouch in that department. Though one hand was busy supporting her, the other had moved and made new holes in her blouse. "You're ruining a perfectly good shirt," she giggled.

"Buy you another one, Marie honey," Wolverine replied, pressing her closer to him.

Logan snapped out of the haze their steamy reunion had put him in and moved forward to pull Wolverine away from Marie. He dug his claw into Wolverine, feeling nothing but hate for the man busy molesting his Marie and dragged him backward and away from her.

Pain exploded in his own shoulder soon followed by a visible stain of red on his shirtfront.

"Logan, stop. Leave him alone." He felt Marie jump on top of him, her little fist pounding on his wounded area and Wolverine echoed Logan's pain.

Logan released Wolverine and grabbed Marie. He wanted to shake her but realized she was not the Marie he was used to and it was hard not to acknowledge it. Gone was the little girl and in her place was a very angry woman, a very attractive angry woman.

She still had the long brown hair but it was wavy and the white streak curled against her pale skin in a seductive manner that would have put Jean to shame. "When did you get so grown up, darlin'?" His eyes traveled over her, taking in all the curves she'd hidden so well.

His hands rested on her sides and she lowered them to her waist. "I grew up along time ago, Logan," her hands once again grabbed his and guided them to her face. "You just weren't paying attention."

"This is wrong, Marie," He whispered raggedly but his hands couldn't keep from roaming and they splayed across her back as he inhaled her scent deeply.

"Why?" she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him flush against her.

"Logan? What going on here?" Rogue asked while helping Wolverine up.

"Two Maries?" Logan asked.

Rogue now stood by Wolverine, curled protectively in his arms and glaring at Logan. Wolverine shook his head, "nope not two Maries, but one Marie and one Rogue."

Rogue and Marie pulled apart from Logan and Wolverine and moved towards each other. They clasped hands and touched each others faces. One was a teenager and one was a woman.

"I think we're going to be here a while." Logan muttered.

Wolverine nodded in agreement before asking, "Where are we?"