A/N: I feel that since I'm posting this well before the fight scene I should warn anyone reading that Logan threatens to quit, but agrees to fight in the end. It might make this Interlude pointless to tell you from the start, but I really don't want to worry anyone.

After his match all Logan wanted to do was sleep. He started looking for a bench to nap on but ran into Storm again.

"What?" He asked, referring to the scowl she wore.

"Don't you think you overdid it a little?"

"Storm, the people in this tournament are ruthless. They're expecting this level of competition. I don't think I could have won if I went any easier on him."

"Well maybe winning isn't so important." Storm wouldn't let this go. "Rogue looked so pale I had to make her leave."

"Then I would be the one torn to pieces. If it's them or me I'm gonna pick me." He finished, jabbing his thumb towards himself and walking away.

Still, he should make sure Rogue was all right. He found her at a café, watching the people walking by.

"You okay?" He asked sitting across from her.

"Fine." He raised an eyebrow and she sighed. "Okay, that was… kind of intense."

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He reached across and took her gloved hand. "This is an intense tournament, maybe you shouldn't be out there."

"I-" she paused and Logan thought she bit back a sob, "I don't want you to be hurt like that."

Logan started to speak, stopped, and couldn't think of what to say.

The silence was broken by Bobby arriving. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking critically at their clasped hands.

Logan quickly drew his hand back and Rogue wiped her eyes. "I'm okay." She said quietly.

Bobby watched Logan as he helped Rogue stand. "We should go talk to Storm about contacting the other mutants." He said to Rogue, though he kept his eyes accusingly on Wolverine.

Logan almost let them leave but at the last second he called for them to wait. He took Rogue far enough from Bobby for privacy without asking either of them.

"I'm going to quit." He told her. "There's no point in continuing, really."

Rogue gaped. "Yes there is. You can't just quit."

"Why not? All I'm doing is worrying you and Storm, there's no prize to be gotten anymore, why keep fighting?"

"But you can't just quit." Rogue insisted.

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's just not right."

"Too late," He started walking away, "I've already decided." Since he was walking backwards he didn't notice Storm until she was right next to him.

"You can't quit. Not now."

"Storm, really, what's the point?"

"If you want to quit after the next round, fine, but they've already announced the next match ups. Weren't you listening?"

"No, but who cares? I'll just forfeit the round and some lucky punk will get a free round."

"Logan, it's a team round. You're supposed to fight with someone else against two others. You can't just quit and cause this person to lose the round."

Lagan groaned, but it was clear from Storm's expression that this would not be negotiable. He agreed with her himself, he probably would have stayed for the round even if she had left the decision to him.

"Fine." He grunted. He turned to Rogue, who had walked over while he was arguing with Storm. She looked worried. Logan put a hand on each shoulder, "I'll be careful," He promised, "but if you keep worrying about me then I'll just worry about you and it will interfere with the fight. So calm down, alright?"

Rogue nodded, "I know you'll be fine."

"Good." He patted her shoulder and went to find his teammate. According to the match up board it was someone called 'Marluxia.'