So I got way more reviews on this chapter! I appreciate it. Someone said I should have drug it out a little longer, and I actually agree. I'm just so impatient. haha. And I enjoy a little constructive criticism, so thank you. I tried to slow things down a bit in this chapter. Let me know what you think.
I do not own X-men/wolverine. sad face.

When he woke up, she was already gone. His arms felt strangely empty without her. He slowly got up and stretched with a long groan. The sun was just starting to rise and the sky was painted orange, pink and blue. He stopped and took a minute to recall last nights events. He hadn't planned on talking to her, he wasn't even sure who she was. Not really anyway. All he had were flashes of her here and there, which was an improvement considering all he had before were nightmares of things he couldn't even remember.

He crawled through the window and down the stairs. The hallway was empty, he assumed everyone was still asleep. The house was still quiet and it was a Saturday day, so it would probably be that way for a while.

He made his way to the TV room and flopped down on a loveseat. He put his head down and ran a hand through his hair, dramatically letting out a puff of air while he did so.

He was confused. He was never one to get emotional. Yet last night, after he remembered her looking at him with those eyes, admitting she was scared, his eyes had teared up, and he wanted to be with her, to comfort her even though it had happened God knows how long ago.

He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but he knew for the first time he could remember he was content just lying there with her. No sex, nothing even remotely sexual, and he had slept better than ever. Which was surprising since it was on a hard rooftop.

All he knew was his present life hadn't been lived well. He spent it fighting, killing, fucking, and drinking. Not that, that did much good considering he could only get drunk for a few minutes before his mutation fixed that, and he had to down a lot of hard core stuff to get that way. But he had done nothing good with his life. He was guarded, and cold.

That's why it surprised him last night when he held her, and kissed her hair, held her as she cried and fell asleep. That was something he had never done before. Never even wanted to be near before.

He didn't want to push her but he wanted to find out what happened to them. How they met and what they were to each other. From what he could remember, they were close... very close. The more he thought about it, the faster his heart beat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to find Tony, he had to know something.

He moved down the halls silently. Tony had told him where his room was, so it was easy to find.

He knocked on the door and got no answer. He waited no more than five seconds, then pounded on it loudly. He never was one for patience. "TONY!"

Still he got no answer. "Fuck this..." he mumbled and opened the door. Tony was lying down, obviously undisturbed by the pounding on his door. "Tony?... Tony!"

Logan sighed, picked up a shoe from the ground and threw it at him. It hit him right on the back of the head, and Tony started awake. "What the..."

"Mornin' sunshine." Logan grumbled.

"Morning?" Tony looked over at the clock by his bed. "Jesus, man. It's like 7 am on Saturday. Go back to bed."

Logan completely ignored him. "I need to talk to you."

"Can't we talk later?" Tony said into his pillow.

Logan started walking out of the room. "Sure if you want. But we're also gonna talk now. Get up, I'll meet you outside."

"Can't we talk indoors?" he asked lifting his head up, but Logan was already gone. He groaned loudly. "Fuckin' insane."

Tony made his way outside about 15 minutes later, and found Logan on one of the benches near the garden. "Alright you got me out here, really early on this really cold Saturday morning... What the fuck do you wanna talk about."

Logan didn't even look at him for a minute. He finally turned to him. "Tony... How does Angel know me?"

Tony looked puzzled. "Who?"

Logan looked down at his hands. "That's what I used to call her... At least I think."

Tony's eyes widened. "Do you remember? Do you remember her?" He asked shocked.

"I don't know. I..." he stopped and took a deep breath. "I remember flashes of her... I remember being with her. I remember her in my arms."

"You remember. That's amazing, you haven't remembered anything in ten years!"

"Yeah... I know." he said quietly.

Tony eyed him suspiciously, he still hadn't looked up from his hands. "Then what's the problem, man?"

Logan closed his eyes tightly for a moment. When he opened them, he lifted his head to look at Tony. "I've got this... this feeling in my chest and I... I don't know what to do."

Tony gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean? ... Logan what did you do?"

"That's just it! We didn't do anything. We just... talked and..."

"And what?"

He shrugged slightly. "And we slept... We didn't have sex, we didn't kiss. We talked, she cried, I held her... then we fell asleep."

"She cried?!" Tony asked shocked.

Logan looked at him incredulously. "That's what you got from what I just said? Really?"

Tony shook his head. "Right, sorry. Feelings. What kinda feelings?"

Logan looked away from Tony and was silent for a minute. He started to get up. "Never mind, just forget it."

"No, wait! Come on, man."

Logan stopped and turned to him.

"Talk to me, Logan."

Logan threw his hands up then let them fall back down. "I don't know what to say... I don't know what you want me to say... I don't know how the fuck I feel! All I know is that last night when I was holding her, it felt right. That I didn't want to let go. And that when I woke up this morning and she wasn't there, it didn't feel right. It felt like something was missing. I shouldn't feel like that, I don't know her."

"Except you do... Why don't you just talk to her?"

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me."

"Then you wait till she does, and trust me she will."

Logan contemplated that for a minute. "How do you know?"

"Because dude... She didn't just know you, she lo..." he trailed off.

***Flashback***

He whispered to her as she started to struggle in some sort of nightmare, and held her closer till she calmed again. He cried while he watched her sleep.

He took a deep breath and kissed her eyelids. "I love you." he whispered.

***Flashback***

"I know... I think I did too." Logan said, sitting back down.

They both sat in silence for a minute, before Logan broke it. "What do I do?"

"You wait. This is hard for her. Think about it... The man she loved, who she thought was dead, just shows up ten years later healthy as a horse."

Logan put his head in his hands. "Fuck me."

"I'd rather not."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Let's go eat, I'm starving."

"You go eat. I am going back to my bed."

Brooke was in the danger room, had been for two hours. She had already beat the shit out of three punching bags, and was now in hand to hand combat with Mystique and Sabertooth.

She wheeled around sharply kicking Sabertooth right between the legs. He went down with a loud grunt, but quickly recovered. He leapt up and charged at Brooke who had just managed to knock Mystique's feet out from under her.

Brooke turned around just in time to see him. She crouched down and released her claws. When he reached her, she pushed her claws up into him and shoved her arms back with a scream, sending him falling on the ground behind her. She heard Mystique coming up behind her. She stood up and round house kicked her, then knelt down and slit her throat.

She turned back to Sabertooth and charged at him, her claws ready for blood, when she heard someone call her name.

"Brooke?"

The session was broken. Mystique's body and Sabertooth disappeared, and she turned to the door. It was Trixie, looking very worried.

"Are you okay?"

Brooke was breathing heavy. She leaned over and put her hands on her knees. "I'm good. Just having a little work out."

"A little work out? You call taking on Mystique and Sabertooth at the same time a little work out?"

She looked up but didn't answer the question. "Just throw me that towel, would ya?"

Trixie walked over to the rack and grabbed the towel. Instead of throwing it, she walked over to her. "So..." Trixie started.

"I don't wanna talk about it Trix."

"Well I do. So let's go get out for a while."

Brooke shook her head. "I'd really rather not."

"But you're going to... Come on, we'll take your bike." She crinkled up her nose and made a face. "But first you need a shower. Hurry up."

Forty-five minutes later, they were sitting at a small diner.

It was becoming obvious Brooke wasn't going to talk on her own. She was just staring into her cup completely silent, so Trixie decided to talk first. "So what happened?"

"I told you I didn't wanna talk about, and I still don't."

"And I still do, so start talking." Trixie wasn't usually demanding at all, but when Brooke got like this it was the only thing that would get through to her. Even if it got her angry, at least she would talk.

Brooke slammed her hands down on the table. "What do you want me to say, Trixie?" She was starting to get loud. The diner was almost empty, except for them and a few others, and they were starting to draw their attention.

"I want you to tell me what happened?"

"Fine. Fine, You want to know what happened? I was on the fucking roof, and he came up there with me. He came up there, and he stared at the fucking sky with me, he talked to me, asked me why I wasn't scared of him. He told me he was starting to remember... And he was shirtless, and we slept on the roof together. We didn't even have sex! He just held me. And I fucking cried. What the fuck!?"

She had all but yelled all of it, and by this time the few other people that were in there were all staring at them. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" she yelled looking around the diner. "Mind your own god damn business."

Trixie looked at her, but stayed quiet. Brooke had leaned back against the booth, and pretended like she didn't just explode. "What?... I talked. That's what you wanted."

"You still love him." Trixie said without hesitation.

"I don't know him!"

"Of course you do, Sparky. Come on, he's the only person you've ever loved. Don't act like your feelings have just disappeared."

She leaned foward a little and cocked an eyebrow. "I don't have feelings..." she said coldly. "Remember."

"Cut the shit, Brooke." Trixie deadpanned.

Brooke let out a sigh. "I don't know what to do, Trix." she said, sounding defeated.

"Just take it slow, babe. Talk to each other. Help him get through this."

"What if he doesn't want me too?"

"From what you just told me, that's not gonna be a problem."

"Let's just go home, okay?" Brooke said, sounding exhausted.

"Okay."

They got up to leave but before they got on the bike Trixie stopped her. "It'll be okay, Sparky. Everything will work out. It always does."

Brooke looked at her thoughtfully for a second, then nodded, and got on the bike. "Thanks, Trix."

She grinned and got on the back of the bike. "That's what I'm here for."

Brooke rolled her eyes and grinned a little. Trixie was right. She needed to help Logan, and he seemed to want it. At least from her anyway. It was just gonna take time. But then, time was something they had a lot of.

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