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This is my last week of school. I'm soooo excited! :DD

MORE QUESTIONS. WOOTTT. xD

So, uh, let's try…favorite color, eh?

Mine are black, purple, and green.

BLACKKK. –luv-

READ. NOW. –shifty eyes-

PS: Remember to ignore typos, missed words, misspellings, etc. BECAUSE I AM TOO MUCH OF A LOSER TO EDIT! xD

So Logan kept running until he felt that he was far enough from the hospital that had fallen into ruins. Soon enough, he disappeared into the darkened woods as the sun began to peak over the horizon. It must've been five AM….

After four hours, Logan still hadn't found Blair. He figured he probably should've asked Gambit before he'd left where he thought she'd be, but he hadn't. He'd been too distracted. Besides, it would be simple any other time to track her down, but it wasn't right now, not with all the thoughts swirling through his head….

Logan wasn't even paying attention to time, but the sun was high in the sky, so it was past six AM. Blair and Gambit were probably asleep…and Blair's stupid crush probably was, too....

He was awfully confused. He couldn't figure out why he'd left Victor. He could've finished him off. He could've been done with him. But he had been…afraid to lose. It was ridiculous. Even if he had lost and Victor had ripped his throat out…so what? He could've joined Kayla. But he had felt afraid to die, but not afraid for himself, but afraid for…Blair.

He didn't want her to be left alone again. She'd already lost so much. Her parents, her godfather, and all at the hands of his brother. His family member.

It felt strange to care about someone so much…other than Kayla, of course. But back at the hospital, he'd been torn. Torn between the love of his life and…a little girl who needed help.

Logan was so absorbed in his own personal thoughts that he didn't notice that he'd left the woods. He glanced up absently, only to be staring straight at a shabby, dirty hotel. And then he could smell all three of them. Blair, Gambit, and even Blair's…friend, Danny.

[With Blair/Danny/Gambit]

Blair wasn't asleep.

She couldn't sleep. She was nervous for Logan…and worried whether or not, if she did happen to fall asleep, whether she'd even wake up again….

She couldn't quite decide whether or not Danny was asleep. He was lying down, completely motionless, in his bed at the other corner of the room. He could've just been thinking hard. Who knew?

The summer math packet was positioned next to Blair's head on the pillow. She shifted to her side and scribbled a few answers down. The math distracted her, although she hated it. Thinking about math was better than thinking in general right now…thinking in general was becoming complex and painful….

Suddenly, as Blair was finishing up an equation, she heard something in the room fall to the ground and crack. She instinctively shot her head up and the cover fell off of her. There was a shadowed figure about a foot away from her bed, picking a lamp up off the uncarpeted floor. She was about to yelp, but…

The figure shot its hand out and covered her mouth.

"Blair, don't scream!" it warned. 'It' was Logan, thank God.

"Logan?" Blair whispered in a muffled but ecstatic voice. He was okay…he was okay….

"Yeah," said Logan shortly, removing his hand from her mouth.

Blair could feel Logan's power beginning to set into her body now that he'd covered her mouth, so she tapped him on the shoulder before her body could accept it. "Uh…" she began carefully, "what happened with…your brother?"

Logan flinched slightly. "Nothing," he said in an I-don't-feel-like-talking-about-it voice.

Blair got the message and backed off. "Erm…you should sleep. You are tired, right?"

"No," Logan mumbled quietly. "I'm not tired. I'm gonna go to the lobby. You on the other hand should sleep," he suggested sternly. "It's six in the morning…."

"Not tired," Blair sighed, leaning her head comfortably against her pillow.

"Get tired," Logan replied simply, smirking and tossing the covers over her head. "I'll be back later…."

It felt like a long walk down to the deserted motel lobby. Blair was okay, that was good…but he still had Victor to deal with when he could've finished him off…this battle was far from over….

Logan flopped onto a ripped up red leather chair in the corner of the lobby. The stuffing was falling out of the arms of the chair, and it looked like it was going to collapse, but it didn't, even under his weight. He was alone…completely alone…besides one person staring around the room in a panicked way at the front desk.

It was a young woman with chestnut hair and deep, hazel eyes. She appeared to be in her early twenties, but Logan couldn't be precisely sure while the lobby was dark. He could hardly see the woman's face.

The woman was ringing the service bell at the front desk frantically, hoping for an attendant to assist her. "Hello? Hello?" she asked desperately. "I need to know what room number Blair Colombo is staying in!"

Logan's head snapped up and he eyed the woman intensely. He stood up from the chair and trudged over to her. "Blair Colombo?" he asked carefully. "What do you want with her?"

The woman turned and faced him. "Sh-she's my sister," she stammered. "I need to…to warn her…."

Logan's eyes slowly widened. "Emma? Emma Colombo?"

Emma stared at him suspiciously. "How'd you know?" she demanded.

"I know Blair…" he replied uncertainly. "She told me that you hated her…."

"I don't," Emma sighed exasperatedly. "I do not hate her," she said sternly.

"That's not what she said," Logan snorted. He hesitated before asking, "What do you have to warn her about? Wait…" he paused, "you're a mutant, right? A physic one?"

"Yes," Emma said simply but still desperately. "I was…just…checking up on her future recently. I can only see about four hours into the future, but…"

"Well, Blair was off," Logan interrupted. "She said you could only see an hour into the future…."

"I can only see four hours into the future, but," Emma repeated in an annoyed voice, "but I…I saw something…tragic," she said heavily, gulping.

"What? What is it?" Logan demanded harshly.

"I saw…her…death," Emma struggled to say. "I can't just let her die. I may not like her too much, but really, I'm not a bad person…" she paused and then said in a low voice, "I need to warn her…I rushed here from my home to warn her…she's going to die here…but not if I can help it."

Logan's eyes were absorbed in horror. "How did you…why…did…" He didn't know what to say. Blair? Die? No, that couldn't happen…he wouldn't let it happen…. "How is she going to die?"

"Some guy's going to kill her," Emma said, her voice cracked. "Another mutant…" she closed her eyes and concentrated, "sharp nails…dressed in all black…do you know him?" she spluttered.

Logan closed his eyes. Victor. Of course he would track him down as soon as he woke up. He should've killed him…finished him off when he had the chance…now his mistake was going to come back and haunt him…but he wasn't going to be the one to pay the price. Blair was.

He grabbed Emma by the shoulders and shook her. "You're sure? You're positive?" he asked.

"Yes," Emma replied, nodding frantically. "But it's not set in stone…the future can change…" she said hopefully.

"Right," said Logan hopelessly, releasing Emma's shoulders. "So you saw her die…and at this motel…but at what time? Where exactly?"

"I don't know," Emma sighed shamefully. "My predictions are blurry," she explained.

"Great…" Logan groaned sarcastically. "Okay…okay…you stay here…I'll get Blair…."

"You know where she is?"

Logan nodded simply and rushed up the steps and back into Blair, Danny, and Gambit's room. Blair seemed to have taken his advice and fallen asleep, so Logan whispered frantically, "Blair!"

Blair's eyes flickered open and she muttered, "I'm sleeping…."

"There's no time for sleeping," Logan replied, raising his voice a little, causing Gambit to stir in his slumber. "Get out of bed. Right now."

Blair didn't object. She sagged her shoulders tiredly and stumbled out of the rickety bed, then said, "What is it?"

"Your sister's in the lobby."

"Emma?" Blair whispered in utter disbelief. "You're sure it's her? What does she want?"

"She's here to help," Logan said, rushing down to the lobby with Blair following quickly behind.

"But she…hates me," Blair struggled to say.

"She doesn't," Logan assured her. "She said she dislikes you. She doesn't hate you; if she did she wouldn't have come to warn you."

"Warn me? Warn me about what?" Blair demanded.

Before Logan had a chance to reply, they were back in the lobby. Blair faced her sister uncertainly and murmured, "Emma…."

"Blair," Emma replied in the same tone-of-voice. "I need to tell you something."

"If it's how much you 'hate' me again, I don't want to hear it," Blair replied sternly.

"It's not!" shrieked Emma. "I had a vision that you were going to die, and I came to save you! So don't you act like an ungrateful brat! I'm trying to help you!"

After her sister's words, Blair froze on the spot. Her eyes darted back and forth between Logan and Emma. "You were…you were looking at my future?" she choked.

"Yeah," Emma muttered hotly. "And considering I can only see four hours or so in the future…you don't have much time. We have to make sure you're safe," she told her.

"But…I don't…I thought you…uh…hated me," Blair stammered.

"I don't hate you," said Emma gently. "I just don't…like…you…."

"I still don't know why," Blair said shortly.

"You most certainly know why!" Emma bellowed.

"No, I don't," Blair said unsurely.

"Well, you—" Emma tried to start up an argument, but she was interrupted.

"Hello!" Logan shouted. "We need all the time we can get right now, and we can't wait around while you two fight! Settle your problems later!"

Blair and Emma both shot each other piercing glares before Emma replied stubbornly, "He's right."

"Right," Blair sighed. "So…who's going to kill me?"

"Take a guess," Logan snarled temperamentally.

"Oh…whose hit list am I on…" Blair said mockingly. "Your brothers', maybe?" she suggested.

"Wait," Emma disrupted. "The psycho mutant I saw in my vision is…your brother?"

"Unfortunately," Logan groaned.

Emma stared at Logan intensely. Her glare gave the impression that she was now having difficulty trusting him. However, she dropped her glare quickly and said, "What's the plan?"

"I think—" Logan began, but he swiftly cut himself off and sniffed around a bit. "Victor's coming…I can smell him…" he said warningly.

"Oh God," Blair sighed. "All right, he's not just coming for me. He's coming for all of us. In Emma's vision…I probably got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time, as always," she explained. "So I should…ah…stick with you, maybe?"

Logan shook his head. "No," he said immediately. "Bad idea. He'll go after you if you're around me, because he knows I'll be more hesitant to attack if he's got you…."

Blair looked up curiously. "You…you would?"

"Stick to Gambit like glue. Go wake him up and explain everything to him," Logan said sternly, ignoring Blair's comment.

Blair nodded excessively and rushed back upstairs to her motel room to wake Gambit.

Logan turned to Emma and said in a dangerous voice, "You get out of here, too. My brothers' hunting mutants, and if he finds out that you're one…" He didn't need to finish.

"I see," murmured Emma. "I'll retreat to one of the unused rooms in the back of the motel. I'll see you later," she promised uncertainly, sprinting down the darkened hall that led to the back of the motel.

Logan braced himself. Victor's scent was strong, and he must've been horribly close. Outside the door of the motel, perhaps. He could tell….

His assumption was accurate. The doors of the motel swung open harshly and there stood Victor, looking as sinister as ever.

Victor examined the room for a moment before glancing at his brother and saying, "Hey, Jimmy," in an unnaturally casual voice. "I figured you'd be the first person I'd see when I came into this…this ragged motel…."

Logan's lip curled into a grimace. "Of course," he said simply. "So you're probably going to try and kill me as always, right? Even though I spared your life back at the hospital."

"Why didn't you finish me off, anyway?" Victor demanded, smirking a little.

"I…I…" Logan wasn't sure how to respond. He wasn't about to say he had been afraid to lose, and only because he didn't want Blair to be left alone again! He could only imagine what Victor would have to say about that.

"Mmm," Victor murmured, losing interest. "It doesn't matter. I always knew you were soft," he jeered.

"Well, why don't we just see how soft I really am?" Logan suggested mockingly.

"Sure, Jimmy. Sure…sure…" Victor agreed, nodding. "But I think it would make my job easier if I kill the rest of the mutants hiding out in this hospital first. Gambit…The Blair Witch…and her little friend…."

Logan's eyes widened. "How'd you know Danny was--?" Logan cut himself off and continued furiously, "You're not getting near any of them. Well…I don't care about Danny…but Blair and Gambit…" his voice trailed off.

"And you're going to stop me?" Victor taunted.

"Yeah," Logan replied confidently, smiling.

Unfortunately, at the very moment Logan was readying himself to attack, he perked his head up and could hear Blair and Gambit bickering from the back of the motel where Emma had disappeared to earlier. He figured they must've taken the elevator and fled to the back of the motel to hide, but now they were bickering rather loudly…defeating the purpose….

"No, Gambit, no! Stay here!" Logan heard Blair shout. Victor was listening too, with a smirk on his face.

"No, I should go and help Logan!" Gambit was shouting stubbornly.

"Should not!" Blair bellowed. "You need to say with me! I told you what Emma saw! I'm going to die!"

Victor suddenly looked around expectantly. "Emma saw? Blair is going to die?" he said curiously. "Who's Emma? Another mutant? And who's going to kill Blair? Me, maybe?"

"No one's going to kill Blair! Blair's not going to die!" Logan screamed.

There was a shuffling of feet from the back of the motel, and then silence. Logan hoped that Gambit and Blair had realized how loud they'd been shouting and retreated to another hiding place.

There was a grave silence as Logan listened for more words. When he heard none, he stared at Victor for a moment and readied himself to say something, but was interrupted before he could do so.

"Well, I'll be back in a minute…shouldn't take too long to…" Victor cut himself off and sprinted down the hall before Logan had a chance to halt him.

Logan, his eyes now filling with hatred, dashed after his brother with only one thing on his mind.

Protect Blair.

I LOVE YOUUU!

-twitch- Sorry, random outburst of affection… -shudders-

xD That really was random. Haha.

Ya know whattt? I actually wrote this chapter Friday, but I was sooo unsure of it when I read it over that I didn't post it. But I like it. And I hope you do too. –hopeful face- (:

Anyway, review, reviewww. xP