Me, Him, And The Other
by Jemisard

Fandom: Xmen
Paring: No paining as such. Implications of things and feelings
Rating: M 15+
Archive: If you ask nicely :)
E-mail address for feedback: kalika@senet.com.au
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that. I'm just borrowing them.
Notes: this is the first Xmen piece I have posted and only the second one to be started, so please be gentle with me :). My first one is still a long WIP. Thanks to Hanofer, you know why, honey, and my betas out there. Also, thanks to Lythias, who introduced me to wonderful new world and Matt, who took me to the movie when I was housebound. Thank you all.
Summary: I read Clamor and Gaiety and had to make my own contribution. Rogue dealing with Logan and Eric in her head.
Warnings: Extreme silliness and what may be perceived as the trashing of characters to some out there. Bit of violence, Lot of violence actually, profanity and adult themes and sexual situations.

Rogue sat at the table, idly pushing her food around on her plate. She watched the others eating, but couldn't bring herself to actually move the food up to her mouth.

"Marie? Are you alright?"

She nodded absently, not caring who was talking to her. "Fine."

A hand waved in front of her face. A dark skinned hand. Storm. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, just leave it, will ya?"

Storm pulled back suddenly and the table fell silent. Rogue looked around at everyone, aware that every pair of eyes was watching her. She snarled and stood up. "I'm goin'."

"Rogue, don't be like this."

She spun around, snarling louder. "Like what, sweetheart? I'm not hungry. Does that seem odd to ya? well, maybe I'm just sick of people worryin' about me. I don't need any of ya, and don't ya forget it."

Storm watched as Rogue strode out of the eating hall, then calmly walked over to the lift and headed down to the medical centre.

Jean and Scott were waiting for her when she got down there. She nodded to them and sighed. "Will it last long?"

"Hopefully not." Scott mumbled. "Having one Logan is bad enough."

Jean glanced over to her boyfriend. "Their effects on her mind will fade with time. When she starts to lose their powers, they'll fade from her."

"How long will that be though?" Storm lay her hand gently on Xavier's shoulder. "Will he wake up soon?"

"I hope so. It shouldn't be more than a day or two. Shouldn't be." Jean adjusted the drip in Logan's arm and sighed. "It's Magneto I'm worried about. She could turn on us."

"She could anyway." Scott leant back and gazed at them through the reflective surface of his glasses. "We don't know what she could do at present."

"Jean?" a small voice called from the door. Jean turned and smiled softly at Rogue, who just stared at her feet. "I don't want to bother you."

"You aren't bothering me. Come in."

Rogue came in, and they saw her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jean hugged her close. "It's okay, it won't last much longer."

"How long. I can't live with them. They're driving me mad."

Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're working on it."

Something changed in Rogue's expression. She glared at Scott and her lip twisted into a slight snarl. "One-eye? Working in the labs? That makes me laugh." She pulled free of Scott's hand. "I don't need yer comfort, Cyke."

Jean backed away quickly, horrified at the suddenness of the change of personality. "Rogue. Fight it. Fight him. This isn't you."

A pained look crossed Rogue's face. "I'm sorry, I am. I can't work out what's me and what's.........."

She trailed off into silence, looking around at the other three mutants. Scott smiled wryly. "It's okay. I know that it isn't you."

Storm gently took her hand and patted it. "We're all here for you."

Rogue nodded, her attention drawn to Xavier, still comatose on the bed. "Charles," she whispered, "I'm so sorry, I had to. I know you'd understand. I had to do it. I didn't want to hurt you."

"Rogue.....?"

She lay her head down next to the still profile of Xavier. "I wish I could believe in your dream."

"Rogue. Marie, focus on me."

Rogue looked up at Jean. "Ms. Grey, I'm sorry." She flicked her hand slightly and the table legs bent, curling around their legs, pulling them away from Rogue and the professor.

"Marie! You touch him, you'll kill him!"

"I know that," she whispered. "I don't want to kill him."

As abruptly as it started, the metal twisted back into shape and stopped moving. Rogue slumped to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

Jean, Scott and Storm exchanged looks and glanced down at the frightened girl.

Most of the students knew what had happened with Magneto, but Jean had done her best to keep Rogue's unique, "condition", a secret. Some of the students were still scared of her after the incident in Logan's room, and she didn't know how'd they react to knowing that Rogue was not only Rogue at the moment, but Rogue, Logan and Magneto.

Kitty and Bobby were waiting for Rogue out in the yard. They sat on the ground, Kitty was idly making a daisy chain while Bobby basked in the sun.

Rogue strolled over to them, shyly avoiding all both their faces. "Hi."

"Hey Rogue. Cool streaks." Kitty stood up and hugged her briefly. "How are you feeling?"

Rogue looked at Kitty, then the ground, then Kitty again. Then, she burst out laughing. "I feel terrible!"

Kitty giggled. "So, a bit better than you were?"

"Yeah. Jean's trying to help me control it a bit. She doesn't think it'll be too much longer before the professor wakes up, then he can fix it. Or it'll go on its own before then."

Kitty smiled and sat down. "That's cool. So, apart that, how are things?"

Rogue frowned slightly and shook her head. "Sorry, just a bit, well, never mind. Things are going quite well. I guess. Logan hasn't woken up yet though."

Kitty patted her shoulder. "He will."

Bobby finally sat up and peered at them. "Hey."

Rogue smiled back gently. "Hey, yerself."

No one noticed the slight drawl of her words. Bobby shifted a little closer, moving so he could face both girls. "You going to stay?"

"Maybe. I like it here, but, I'm not used to staying in one place now, ya know?"

Kitty frowned. "Rogue? What did you say?"

Rogue frowned. "I said I'm not used to staying in one place. I've been on the run for so long now."

"Fair enough. Please stay. It'll be so much fun." Kitty smiled slyly. "I'll take you shopping. You, me, Ororo and Jean."

"Red? I dunno. She mightn't like upsetting......" she trailed off. "Shit. I'm sorry."

Kitty grabbed her hand firmly. "What's wrong, Rogue?"

"Nothin'," She stammered. "I'm fine. I will be."

Bobby grabbed the other hand. "Marie? Are you hurt?"

She laughed bitterly. "Not with this regenerative ability, bub. Ain't nothin can put me down for long."

Kitty and bobby dropped her hands simultaneously. They drew back slightly. Bobby found his voice first. "Marie, you sound like Wolverine."

"Exactly like Wolverine. You're taking this too hard girl," Kitty added.

Rogue stared down at her hands. "I, I have to go. Now."

Kitty tried to stop her, but Rogue was on her feet too swiftly. "Rogue, what's wrong?" she yelled after her friend.

Rogue didn't reply. She was too busy running.

Scott found her, hours later, sitting in the forest area of the grounds. She smelt him before she heard him, and tensed slightly as he sat next to her. "You okay, Rogue?"

"No, bub, I ain't okay. I can't stop it. I can't control the changing. I keep feeling impulses, things I'd never do, never dream of. I can't work out what's me and what isn't anymore."

Scott nodded sympathetically. "I can't say I understand, but I can sympathise. I'm sorry you had to endure this."

"Ya can't take the weight of the world on yer shoulders, slim."

Scott turned his head and raised an eyebrow. Rogue stared back, not flinching. "What?"

"You're doing it again. You sound like him."

A playful look entered Rogue's eye. "Want to try me, Scott? Here, a little one on one I can fight, ya know. I learnt it somewhere. I forget where, don't matter." She smiled at him, a feral grin that definitely wasn't Rogue.

Scott stood up. "I don't think so, Rogue. Someone could get hurt. You aren't well."

"I won't hurt ya, if that's what yer worried about."

"No, Rogue. I don't want to fight you."

She leant back. "I, I can't stop this, Cyke. I don't think this is me, but I can't be sure anymore."

Scott stared at her. "We'll get it sorted out. The professor will wake up soon."

She nodded, eyes closing. Scott looked a little longer. She seemed so innocent. If you didn't know, you could never imagine how dangerous she was. "You should come up to the dorms. Tea's going to be served soon."

She nodded again, then launched herself at him. Caught completely off guard, Scott could do nothing but try to land in a way that wouldn't break any bones. He hit the ground none too softly, Rogue landing on top off him. She straddled his chest, her knuckled pushed into his throat. She grinned again, that wild and untamed smile. "Got ya."

"Okay, you got me, Rogue."

She seemed to ponder this briefly. In that time, Scott rolled them over so she was trapped under him. She stared up at him, her wrists pinned to the ground by his hands. "Got me good there, Cyke."

He stared down at her, not sure what to do. If he let go, she'd attack him again, more likely than not. He could wait for her to go back to herself before moving, but that might take hours.

She stared up at him and licked her lips. "Ya beautiful when yer thinkin', bub," she laughed and leant up. Before he realise what was happening, she had pressed her lips against his...............

Scott lay on a bed in the medical unit, next to the somnolent bodies of Logan and Dr Xavier. Rogue sat in a chair nearby, eyes closed, sobbing quietly to herself.

Jean gently stroked a lock of hair from Scott's forehead and then turned to Rogue. "Rogue, I need you to come up to the Danger Room with me. I need to know if you've been affected by Scott's power."

Nodding, Rogue stood up and held out a hand. Jean gently guided her up to the Danger room, shutting them into it. She stood behind Rogue and sighed. "Okay, I want you to open your eyes, and we'll see what happens. Okay?"

The young mutant took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

Red lightning flew across the room, crackling and sizzling as it struck different parts of the wall. Rogue closed her eyes and slumped to the ground. "I don't want this! I hate it, I hate it!"

Jean placed a hand on the sobbing girl's shoulder, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It'll be okay, we'll fix. Somehow, we'll fix it." She pulled out the cool, circular visor and slid it over Rogue's face. "I've padded the sides out until we can have one made for you. There can't be any gaps in the sides, so, if it gets too uncomfortable, just close your eyes and take it off, don't fiddle with it."

Rogue nodded and opened her eyes cautiously. The whole world was shades of red, pink and crimson. "This is really strange." She looked at Jean, finding it hard to recognise the telepath through the red filter. "You look so different."

"Don't worry, we'll get you one that fits better soon. You will quickly work out how to tell people apart."

The door opened and Storm looked in. "Jean, Bobby and Kitty are out here. They want to see Marie. Is that okay with both of you?"

Jean nodded. "Rogue, do you want me to tell them?"

She straightened her shoulders and stood up, head held high. Jean shivered slightly at the posture that was so much Scott's. "No, I can tell them. I can't shirk this off onto you. You need to make sure that the others are all okay. This is my duty."

Storm and Jean exchanged glances. Storm shrugged slightly. "Do you want me to stay?"

"It isn't necessary, but you can stay if you want to."

Storm moved into the room, and Kitty and Bobby stepped in. They both gasped at the sight of Rogue dressed in Cyclops' visor, standing in the middle of the room like she owned it. "Rogue? Are you okay?"

"I will be." She smiled at both of them. "Ororo, you don't have to stay, you know."

"I want to."

Rogue shrugged. "Okay, I wasn't honest with either of you before. I'm having problems with my powers."

"What sort of problems?" Kitty whispered. "You sound like Cyclops, and you're wearing the visor."

Bobby reached out to take her hand, but got a look that could be felt through the red quartz. "Marie?"

"I was forced to take energy from both Magneto and Wolverine. In doing so, I not only take their powers, but I assume part of their identity as well.

"There was an incident, earlier tonight, between myself and Scott. I," she nearly blushed, "did something regrettable. Now, I not only have the first two in me, but Scott as well."

She frowned and shook her head. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared, I can't control it, it just happens sometimes."

Kitty stared at her. "So, like, you've got multiple personalities?"

"Sorta. It's gettin' worse though. I take on some memories, speech patterns, manner of thinkin', but I know I'm me, Rogue, under all the crap that I've got in here." She rapped the side of her head. "I meant to apologise to ya earlier, but I sorta flipped and headed to the hills like a scared animal."

Bobby reached out and firmly took her hand in his. "Look, it might be a bit confusing for us all, not least of all you, but we aren't going to abandon you or anything. You're our friend. We'll help in any way we can."

"Any way at all. We're here for you, Rogue." Kitty took the other hand and held it close. Rogue sniffed slightly. "I, I don't know what to say. Thank you. Both of you. I didn't want anyone to know, but, it's kind of easier now that I've told you."

Bobby grinned. "Advantages of having other personalities. They can give you the necessary kick to do things."

Rogue and Kitty stared for a second, then burst out laughing. They stood there, holding hands, laughing themselves silly, until they couldn't laugh anymore.

Unnoticed, Storm smiled to herself and slipped out.

Jean sat in the infirmary, trying to brush her mind over Scott's. She had gotten so used to his presence, and suddenly, he was gone.

"Jean? Are you okay?"

Jean spun around and saw Storm leaning against the doorway. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your boyfriend is in a coma, along with Dr. Xavier and Logan. You should be worried. You worry about everyone else, but who worries about you?"

"You do, Ororo." Jean hugged herself and looked at Scott again. "Do you know what happened? Between Rogue and Scott?"

"No. You were already there when I got down."

"They kissed. He was straddling her, pinning her down, and they kissed."

Storm wrapped her arms around Jean. "I'm sure it's not what it seems."

"I know. I just don't know how to explain it, and I can't ask Rogue. She has enough to deal with as it is."

"Maybe, I don't know, it wasn't her."

Jean spun around. "What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe it was Logan."

Jean fell silent while she thought. "Maybe. He was always very aggressive towards Scott. Typical behaviour of a male trying to impress or dominate. If it was Logan, it might have been a fight."

"Or, it could have been Magneto. We don't know much about him. Maybe he, well, maybe he was the one who kissed Scott."

"No. I've seen him. It wasn't him, I'm sure of it. It was either Rogue or Logan."

"It was me. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I was just trying to get rid of Logan, and I did the first thing that came to mind."

Rogue stood in the door way, the visor giving her a heavy and childlike look. Jean looked at her. "You kissed Scott?"

"Yes," it was barely a whisper. "i'm sorry, jean. So sorry."

Jean closed her eyes and stood up sharply, before slowly opening her eyes with a deep exhale. "It's okay. I understand." She smiled thinly and walked out. "I have to get something to eat."

Storm guided Rogue over to a chair and sat her down. "I know you're lying."

"How'd ya mean?"

"You didn't kiss him. You wouldn't. Rogue is too conscious of what she can do to risk someone's life."

"I dunno what ya talkin' about."

"You do. Listen to yourself. Your trying to protect him, I can understand that. that's why you're letting him into your mind now, letting him defend himself. Jean would have realised it, but she's too upset at the moment."

"Yer mad, Ororo. I ain't told nothing but the truth."

"Rogue!" She said sternly. "I want to speak to Rogue. Just Rogue. You can't use Logan to defend yourself."

"I don't need protecting. I don't need no one." Rogue stood up and stormed out, jacket flying behind her. Storm sighed. "Rogue, you can't protect Logan forever. And you can't use him to protect yourself either."

Rogue sat in Logan's room, wrapped up in his jacket. Tears fell down her cheeks silently. She looked over at his dog tags and reached out, silently calling them to her hand. The tags flew across the room into her hand and clutched them tightly.

"Why didn't you listen to me, Charles? Why did you have to follow this foolish dream?"

Without thinking, she stood up and wandered down the halls, towards Charles' room. The door pushed open in front of her, she stepped through and closed it, fusing the metal together so that they couldn't come and take her out.

She looked around. Everything in the room reflected her Charles. The neatness, the warmth, the bookcase in the corner.

The photo sitting on the bedside table. With a quiet sob, she called the frame to her hand, and gazed at it. It was them, Charles in his chair, Eric standing behind, arms wrapped around his lover's body.

Eric, not her. Rogue shook her head and dropped the photo. He wasn't her, or should that be, she wasn't him?

Either way. She took a deep breath, and reached into herself, searching for the coldness she had come to associate with Magneto.

Nothing.

She smiled wide. "He's gone. He's gone."

She ran to the door and tugged on it. It didn't budge. She pulled harder, annoyed that it wouldn't open.

It creaked a little, but otherwise there was no change. "Fuck this."

She touched the control on the side of the visor. The door was blown backwards by the blast from her eyes. A siren went off and people emerged from surrounding rooms, staring at the wreckage and the small woman standing in the middle of it.

Storm was the first to speak. "Rogue, I think we need to take you down to Medical again."

Rogue ran her hand over Scott's chest, reveling in the feel of the muscle. Storm watched her silently as she traced a finger along his jaw before resting her head next to his, inhaling deeply. "What colour are yer eyes, slim? Dark brown, hazel?"

She rested a hand on his chest. "I'm sorry, slim. I didn't mean to hurt ya. I didn't think, I tend to do that a lot."

"Rogue? Storm?" Jean stepped in and looked at the two of them. "What's happened?"

Rogue gazed up from her post next to Scott. Jean took a step back, hit by the feral grin that she gave. "I got rid o' one. Magneto's gone from my mind. I only got these two left now."

"Oh, well, that's good. Logan and Scott should be waking up soon, I hope, then we can work on getting them out of your mind."

"Me mind feels great. I need to burn off this energy though. Ya know where I can burn it off?" She leered at Jean. "Mabbe ya want ter help me, Red?"

Jean blushed. "Rogue!"

Rogue grinned again. "Well, just a thought. How Ôbout ya, Ororo? Up to workin' off a little energy?"

Storm laughed. "Rogue, listen to yourself. You're doing it again."

Rogue frowned and blushed. "Oh, God, I am, aren't I? I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean that."

Storm took her by the arm and lead her out of the room. "Hopefully, not much longer now. They'll be gone soon."

Rogue looked up at Ororo, pleading with her hidden eyes. "You think so?"

"I'm sure. You want to come and help me in the garden?"

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

He opened his eyes slowly. There was a blinding flash and he shut them quickly, swearing as he did so.

"Hello? Jean?" He swung he legs over the edge of the bed. The smell of antiseptic hit him. Medical. He was down in Medical. What had happened?

Rogue. He was fighting against Rogue, Logan, both. Logan in Rogue. She'd kissed him.

Scott slid off the bed and reached around him blindly. He couldn't feel anything nearby, so he took another step and reached out again.

Okay, another bed. And a body. He softly touched the other person, trying to work out who he had found. Heavy muscle, hairy, compact. Wolverine. He was still unconscious then.

"Jean? Jean! Are you in here?"

More silence. He frowned. No one was down here at the moment. What time was it? How long had he been out?

"Scott? You shouldn't be up."

"Ororo? Where are you?"

A hand touched his shoulder, causing him to start. "Ororo?"

"It's okay, Scott. I'm taking you back to your bed."

"How long was I out?" His legs brushed the edge of the bed, so he sat down. "Where's my visor? How's Rogue?"

"Slow down. Rogue's fine, a bit shaky, and very confused, but otherwise, she's fine. She's wearing your visor until they can make one for her, but I have your glasses," he felt the metal slide on and opened his eyes, grateful for the red view of the Medical bay. "You were out for a little over a day. How do you feel?"

He stretched a little and shrugged. "Actually, I feel okay. A little tired, and a bit sore, but otherwise, I feel pretty good. Where's Jean?"

"Asleep. She's been in here for hours on end, so I sent her off to bed."

He glanced over to his side. He could see Wolverine next to him, still as death, except for the occasional rise and fall of his chest. Dr Xavier was in the bed beyond him, exactly the same as he had been when he last seen him.

"Any change?"

"A little. The professor's starting to stir slightly. He blinked a few times."

"Oh." Scott rubbed his arms, noticing how cold they were. "I, don't feel so good. I might stay here a while longer."

Storm pushed him back onto the pillows. "Rest. I'll tell Jean you're awake."

"She knows." He pulled the sheet over his bare chest. "She'll already be on her way."

The door opened and Jean burst in. She planted kisses on his cheeks, forehead, and finally, his lips. "You feel okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, Jean. A bit sore and tired, that's all."

The question burned in her mind, but she didn't ask it. Storm could see it on her face though. Why were you kissing Rogue? How could you kiss her? It was plain to her, but Scott didn't notice. He lay down, pulling off his glasses. "Are you alright? I bet you've been looking after everyone else, and not youself."

"I've been looking after her." Storm whispered. "Jean, you need to sleep, and so do you, Scott. You can have this reunion in the morning. For now, rest."

Jean kissed Scott again before wandering out of the room. Scott lay back and tried to rest.

Storm left shortly after Jean. Scott grabbed his glasses and slipped them back on. He pulled the sheet around him and stood up.

He walked over next to Wolverine and sat down. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered. "Were you scared of something, Logan? Me? My disapproval? Why chase Jean, if she wasn't what you were after?"

He ran his hand over Logan's chest. "I've got to speak to you when you wake up. You better wake up, Wolverine." He leant down and gently brushed his lips over Logan's. "You had better wake up."

He went back to his own bed and curled up, trying to deal with the emotions that flooded his body.

It was two in the morning. Scott sat up, wide awake, despite having only just stirred from his sleep.

There was a light moan from nearby. It wasn't in the next bed. He pulled on his glasses, quickly looking around the dim room.

Professor Xavier moved slightly and closed his eyes. Scott jumped up, abandoning his bedclothes and forgoing a robe to reach the doctor's side. "Xavier?"

"Scott?" The lids opened slowly, revealing bloodshot, but aware, blue eyes. "Scott? Is that you?"

He lay his hand gently on the professor. "It's me. Do you need anything?"

The door burst open to reveal Ororo, Jean and Rogue. Rogue beamed at Scott before kneeling next to the professor. Ororo and Jean began fussing, Jean quickly moving Scott away so that she could run her scans on Xavier.

"Scott, you're in the way. Can you move back further?"

Scott nodded silently and moved back, suddenly noticing how cold he actually was. He snatched the sheet off his bed and wrapped it around his shoulders, rubbing his arms to bring back some warmth.

"I'm sorry, Scott. I never got to say it before."

Scott smiled at Rogue and hugged her briefly. "It's okay. I understand, that wasn't you."

Her face fell. "You can't tell them that. Please. Logan would hate me if he knew that I let everyone know how he felt about......" her voice trailed off and she looked down, nervously chewing her bottom lip. Scott lifted her head up with a hand, wrapped in the sheet, tucked under her chin. "I promise. I will not say a thing, but he would never hate you. He would understand that it was an accident."

Rogue nodded. "Will Xavier be okay?"

"He will now."

Rogue suddenly gasped. "It's gone. I didn't notice. It must have fell off in my room."

"What's gone, Rogue?"

"The visor. I wore it to bed, but when I heard the noise, and got up, it must have fallen off."

"Why were you, oh right." Scott touched his own face briefly. "You were having trouble with the optic blasts?"

She nodded, glancing over at where Ororo and Jean were still busy at work. "I had to wear your visor so I didn't hurt anyone. I'm sorry Ôbout that. Mind ya, it weren't a very good fit. Yer head a bit too big fer me taste, slim."

Scott shivered involuntarily as he heard Logan's tone come from Rogue. She grinned at him. "I'll go find it for yer. You need to get it back on, Ôfore ya fry us all."

She stalked out, glancing around sharply as she did so. Scott watched her leave and sunk into the mattress.

"Scott? Are you okay?"

Jean's hand gently brushed his cheek. He smiled and leant into her hand. "I'm fine. Just a little tired still."

"You can go back to sleep. Charles has drifted off, so we won't have to worry about him until morning."

"Any change in," he caught himself before he said Logan, "Wolverine?"

"He's started healing on his own again. And earlier tonight, Rogue cut herself at the table. It took several hours to heal over."

"That's good. I think." He shook his head. "I need more sleep."

She kissed him gently. "Go back to sleep then. I'll wake you up in morning, if aren't already awake."

"Thanks." He closed his eyes and lay the glasses down on the table before rolling over and going to sleep.

Jean checked on Xavier before she left to go back to bed.

Rogue sat inside Logan's room, hugging herself. She could feel that only Logan was left in her mind. Poor, tormented, lonely, Logan. The Wolverine, who lashed out at the world, just in case he it was going to strike first.

She could only faintly feel him now. His emotions were strong, but the grip on her conscious mind was fading. She hadn't had nightmares that night. Not his, anyway.

She knew about him and Scott as well. She'd touched both of them, she knew how they thought.

Scott admired Logan, his courage, his fearlessness, his sheer primal instinct.

Logan admired Scott, his dedication, strength and his control.

They both hated each other.

They both loved each other.

Neither one would admit it.

Rogue sniffed slightly. Maybe, she could make them realise.

She smiled as she drifted off, feeling Logan's presence leave her mind. Maybe she could.

The End