Hey all, so this is the last chapter I have already written, so lets pray the writer's block passes soon. I'm so so so so sorry about the long update wait, things have been crazy lately, what with school starting and everything, so I hope you'll forgive me. Huge thanks to Patricia16 and StoryOfGreen for reviewing! This chapter's kinda short, but it's just some fluffy angstiness. The next chapter will probably just be fluffy filler :) Read, Review, Enjoy!


He felt so heavy, so impossibly heavy it was amazing that… whatever he was laying on didn't break under him. And tired, he was so tired. He hurt, everywhere, but it was a distant, detached pain, as though it wasn't quite him who was feeling it.

He struggled to open his eyes, and found himself in a hospital room lit only by the few moonbeams the fought their way in through the small window beside his bed. Slowly he turned his head to take in more of his surroundings, and his eyes found the only face he had any interest in seeing.

"Logan," he whispered, a soft smile creeping across his lips.

Logan jumped, startled out of a half doze, and straightened, blinking down at Warren.

Warren's smile widened just a touch, though it looked odd and pathetic in his scarred face, and he tried to reach his arms up to Logan, waiting for his loving embrace. His arms however refused to move, and Logan didn't embrace him, he just sat there, not quite looking at Warren.

"Logan?" he whispered again, his voice trembling just a touch. He didn't understand; why wouldn't Logan hold him? That was all he wanted, his entire being focused on simply longing for Logan's touch.

"Why'd you do it?" Logan asked softly, still not looking at Warren. His voice was not angry, it was sad, and deeply disappointed, and cut Warren to the heart.

"D-do what?" he stammered in surprise.

Logan stared at him incredulously. "Try to… I mean, I know you've had it hard and everything, but I thought you were doing better, I thought… I thought we were doing good," Warren was shocked to see that Logan's eyes were over bright with unshed tears, "Why did you try to kill yourself?"

Warren was even more shocked, so much so that his answer slipped out of his already hanging open mouth without his even thinking about it. "I didn't," he said in surprise.

"Then what the hell was that?" Logan demanded, slamming his fist down on the bed next to Warren's hand.

Warren shrank away from Logan in surprise and a touch of fear. His eyes had gone impossibly wide and he felt tears coming to his own eyes. He opened his mouth to stutter out an answer, but no words came.

Logan seemed shocked and ashamed of himself immediately and he withdrew quickly on reflex. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice carefully soft and gentle, "I shouldn't have snapped like that." Still Warren didn't seem to be able to un-stick his throat. "You had me really worried, kid," Logan continued, his voice deep with the emotions he was habitually struggling to keep in check.

"I-I-Its h-h-h-him," Warren at last managed to force out, tears flooding along with them. "I-I-I s-s-see him e-e-everywhere. I-I-I-in my-my dreams, out of, out of the c-c-corner of my eye, o-on the st-street, in the-the mirror. E-e-e-everyw-w-where."

Logan looked stricken.

"Th-the only pl-place he isn't," Warren mumbled last, not looking at Logan, "Is in-in your arms."

At that Logan melted completely and wrapped his arms firmly around the younger mutant, holding him while he sobbed. "I guess I'll just have to never let you go then," Logan whispered, just loud enough so that Warren could hear him.

Warren's entire body shook with the force of his sobs as he clung desperately to Logan, his fingers curled into Logan's shirt so that the older mutant couldn't pull away even if he'd wanted to.

It took a long time for Warren to calm down again, but Logan waited patiently, holding, crooning softly in his ear. When at last he had cried himself out he lay limply in Logan's arms, barely conscious. Slowly Logan began to ease Warren back down on the bed so that he could sleep, but as he pulled away Warren's fingers tightened convulsively. So Logan, as gently as possible, settled Warren back down and laid down next to him.

"I'm sorry," Warren whispered into Logan's shirt after several long minutes of silence, "I didn't mean to scare you. And I really wasn't planning on killing myself."

Logan just held him closer. He had no intention of pushing Warren to relive whatever had happened, he was content just to have his love safe in his arms.

But Warren continued, "I heard his voice, in my head, like he was there. He-he," Warren faltered, his eyes filling again, but he firmly pushing back the tears, "He told me that he loved me, then he started to list things about me that he loved. I-I thought, that maybe, if I destroyed everything about myself that he loved, he would leave me alone. That he would leave us alone."

"Things like… your wings," Logan whispered softly.

Warren nodded into his shirt, biting his trembling lip. "Are you still angry with me?" he asked after another minute, his voice so soft that Logan could barely hear it.

"I was never angry with you," Logan assured him, "But you need to tell me when you're upset, when he's bothering you, so that I can help you. Before… something like this happens again. Promise me, promise you'll let me help?"

"I promise," Warren tried to say, but his voice failed him so he nodded instead.

Gently Logan pulled away enough to give Warren a slow kiss, into which he poured as much love as he possibly could. When he pulled away Warren snuggled once more into Logan's chest.

He was happy, he was safe, he was warm, he was in the arms of the man he loved, and nothing could hurt him there.