Logan grinned at Rogue while they sparred. He knew this was working her up and was looking forward to their after spar shower together. Her ring flashed on her left hand, the tiny diamond twinkling in the harsh florescent lights of the gym, she slipped in under his guard and got a solid hit in under his floating ribs. He dropped like a stone and the match was over. She helped him up. “Sorry sugah. Didn’ mean to hit ya that hard.”
“S’okay.” He said then kissed the living daylights out of her. They made it to the shower but only just.
They were on their way to the class Rogue taught when Xavier’s voice rang in their heads. ‘I think you’re both going to want to meet this person.’ He said.
They looked at each other wondering who it was. Logan had a distinctly uneasy feeling about it. His instincts were telling him that change was in the wind and it wasn’t gonna be pretty. When they got to Xavier’s office they found Xavier talking to a young woman seated in one of the delicate looking chairs. She looked over when the door opened and Logan felt a fissure of recognition slice through him. She had shoulder length black hair, slightly slanted brown eyes and high cheekbones. All in all she looked native american, the only thing missing was the copper toned skin. She was fair skinned in a Germanic or French kind of way. He guessed French.
Her calm face had taken on a stunned look, one of recognition and barely suppressed hope and Logan saw with a sick feeling in his stomach, love. She stayed in her chair but her white knuckles showed just how hard it was for her. Logan felt Rogue shift beside him and could smell her irritation.
“Ah Logan, Rogue, this is Heather Therrien. She’s got rather a lot of information for Logan concerning his past.” Xavier interjected hoping to bring a thread of calm to this suddenly tense situation.
He motioned for Rogue and Logan to sit, they did Logan sitting in one of the thicker chairs. “So.” He said watching Heather. “What do ya know about me?”
She seemed to have regained her calm. “I knew you twenty years ago before you went missing all of a sudden. I know as much about you as you told me.”
“What were ya to him?” Rogue said a little harshly.
Logan silently agreed, he knew he knew this woman but how? She looked over at Rogue and spoke simply but with the effect of dropping a bomb in the room. “I’m his wife.”

Rogue reached out and smacked the woman, hard across the face. Logan was almost too stunned to notice. He did though and grabbed her wrist as Rogue went to deliver another slap, she’d forgotten her strength and Heather was laying against the wall across the room from the first blow. “Darlin’ don’t kill ‘er.”
Rogue glared at him. “She’s lying.” She hissed angrily. She couldn’t believe that that beautiful woman laying on the floor was Logan’s wife. She wouldn’t Logan was finally hers. The love she held for him was finally returned and she wouldn’t let some barfly from his past take him away from her.
“I don’t think she is.” Xavier said. “She’s allowed me to read her memories and has a file full of proof.”
Heather finally managed to sit herself up, a bruise forming on her cheek in the shape of Rogues hand. She got up and managed to sit shakily back in her chair. “Really Rogue, what reason would I have to lie?” She asked gingerly touching her face then checking her teeth.
Logan nodded agreeing. He hadn’t smelled a lie on her either. “So you’re my wife. Funny I thought Marriages dissolved after seven years of absence by one spouse.”
She nodded. “Usually they do but marriages on Indian Reservations are a little different. Still legally binding but without the usual strictures.” She picked up a manila envelope off the desk and opened it. “I’ll start from the beginning shall I?”
“Please do.” Xavier said. He’d heard part of the story and was anxious to hear the rest.

Heather pulled a thin photo album out of the thick envelope and opened it for them to see. “I grew up in Ontario Canada on a reservation. My Grandfather was French, my grandmother Sioux Indian. Both my parents were Sioux but I ended up with Grandpas skin and my peoples hair and eyes. I’m an only child so that was interesting. Anyway. Logan was passing by in my twenty first year when his truck broke down. I say broke down but it was more like the engine blew up. My father and Uncle saw the flames and went to help. I went with them. He was laying on the ground half his face missing. We were sure he was dead.
At that time I had a first responders certificate so I went to see if he was still alive. I was surprised to find that he was. My Uncle helped me get him back to our house.” She flipped a page and showed them a long one story ranch style house. Logan could see Heather standing in front of it with her mother and father. “Mother was ill, I remember she had this horrible cough. When I got the blood cleaned off Logan’s face I saw he was healing very fast. He woke up a few hours later and almost ripped my Uncles head off. Scared the hell out of me and ran out of the house wearing nothing but a pair of dirty jeans. We’d take his boots off and he ran out without them.
My father said let him go. He was a Wild Man, the Spirits had come to him and made him like the animals.”
Rogue snorted but Heather ignored her. Logan found himself being pulled into her story, the pictures sparking recognition in him.
“Later when I took the sheets off the bed to wash the blood from them I found a set of dog tags stuck to the pillow case. The military had called him Wolverine. I remember thinking it was appropriate. I couldn’t sleep that night. I decided to see if I could find this Wolverine and at least return his boots to him. I left and followed his tracks. It didn’t take me long to find him. He was sleeping under a pine tree with a tiny fire. He woke up suddenly and next thing I knew I was pinned under him, he was growling at me so fiercely.”
She stopped for a moment lost in her recollections. Logan felt the urge to prod her into continuing but quashed it. Rogue reached over and took his hand lacing her fingers through his and rubbing his thumb. Heather didn’t notice and continued. “Well I managed to get him to let me up and returned his boots. He calmed down after that and asked if he could stick around until he could get a new truck. I said I would ask my Father. Father said it was fine and even gave him paying work so he could buy a new truck. It wasn’t very long before he started asking after me. We courted for a while and he eventually asked me to marry him. I said yes.” She turned a page and they saw a Sioux style wedding then another page and Heather and Logan were standing in front of a smaller ranch style home. “He built me a house and moved me in on our first anniversary. I was twenty five when he went into town one day and never came back.” She closed the album and pulled out a couple pieces of paper. “I looked everywhere, posted fliers, pleaded with news papers and found nothing. I knew he was alive but I couldn’t find him.” The papers were fliers, newspaper articles and even an FBI missing persons poster.
“If ya were married to him you’ll have the certificate right?” Rogue asked impatiently.
Heather nodded and pulled it out. She handed it to Logan. He saw the signatures. One was a neat female hand stating Heather Cloud. The other was a shocker. It was his handwriting his name scrawled proudly; Logan Therrien. Rogue looked at it and went still. Heather took it back. “I recently came into enough money to step up my efforts to find you and hired a private investigator. Last week he told me where to find you and here I am.”
Xavier looked at her. “It was twenty years ago that he vanished yet you look no older than twenty five.”
She smiled. “Apparently the mutant crisis wasn’t such a crisis on my reservation. I came into my mutation when I was fifteen and had it completely under control by the time I was seventeen. My mutation is the ability to reverse time for up to fifteen minutes. Apparently within my own body it keeps reversing that fifteen minutes, whether I consciously will it or not, continually reversing any aging that I’ve done in the last fifteen minutes. I think I age maybe one year in every ten physically.”
Xavier nodded and was about to say something when Rogue interjected. “So ya think ya can waltz in and pick up where you two left off? I don’ think so, hell ah don’ even believe ya.” She stood up and stormed out of the office, Logan caught the telltale scent of tears and fear as she left.
Heather watched her go. “No, I don’t. I just…I just wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know you were still alive.” Her eyes sought out his own.
Logan broke eye contact and stood. He went after Rogue leaving Heather in Xavier’s office. She slumped in her seat. “I never thought I’d find him.” She murmured.
She looked up at Xavier. “He’s changed a lot. I hardly know him.”
“He’s still an honorable man. He’s still a fighter.” Xavier replied folding his hands on the surface of his desk.
“But he belongs to another.” She said quietly. “And I still love him.”
Xavier watched her for a moment. “I’ll have Storm show you to one of our guest rooms.” He finally said.
She nodded and gathered her papers while Xavier called Storm. Storm showed up a few moments later and showed Heather to a room. Heather laid down on the bed and cried.

Logan was beating the shit out of the punching bag his mind fighting to process the information he’d just received.
Rogue was understandably upset. He’d found her in their room looking through a photo album. “Is she here to take ya back?” She’d finally asked.
“No. She said she wanted to know I was alive. Just to see me.” He’d replied.
She’d turned a page staying quiet. “She loves ya.”
He’d kept his mouth shut letting her talk. “She wants ya back even if she says she doesn’t. Why else would she have spent twenty years lookin’ for ya?”
“I dunno darlin’. The past’s hard to let go of.” He’d said and moved over to sit next to her.
She’d leaned against him. “Are ya gonna go talk to her again?”
He hadn’t answered right away. He really hadn’t known if he was going to go see Heather again. Rogue had flipped through the pages until he spoke again. “I think I might, just to see what she knows.”
“I’m gonna go stay with Kitty for a few days.”
Logan had nodded. “So ya don’t kill ‘er.”
She’d chuckled. “Yeah.”
She’d left an hour later and Logan had gone to work out some tension.

He finished beating the bag and went up to his room. He was so focused on his own thoughts that at first he didn’t notice the dark eyes watching him. When he did notice he popped his claws, he didn’t like being watched. “Those are new.” Heather commented from where she was sitting on a window sill.
“Got ‘em sometime after I disappeared from you.” He replied.
He retracted his claws and leaned against a wall watching her. She held his eyes. “You really don’t remember me do you?” She finally asked.
“Not even a little.” He replied. “Whatever they did to me messed up my mind but good.”
She winced at that. “What do you want to know?”
“Who was I?”
“You didn’t tell me much about yourself when we were together.” She replied looking out the window. You used to say your life began when you met me. You told me a few things though. You were born in 1791 in France. Your mutation developed when you were sixteen. You said you don’t remember much until you came to the States. You wandered a lot had a couple of wives who died of old age on you. You were even a slave once.”
“Yeah, I remembered that a few months ago. Things are coming back in bits and pieces.” Logan said.
“You had a wife when you were in your twenties in Japan. Said I reminded you a lot of her but you refused to talk about her.” Heather said after a few minutes. “Anyway. You didn’t tell me much.”
“And what do you want?” He asked.
She thought about it for a few minutes. “I wanted to know you were alive. I got that. I wanted to know if you were happy. I guess you are. Part of me used to hope you might still love me but I gave up on that a long time ago. If you’d still loved me you would have come back. And now I know you don’t even remember me or our life together.” She stopped as her voice broke. She cleared her throat and kept goin. “I didn’t know where you would be in this huge place so I decided to wait near your room.” She pulled an envelope out from under her leg and handed it to him. “Divorce papers. I know you’ll be marrying that sweet looking girl and I want it to be completely legal so as soon as you sign those you’ll be all set.”
He opened them and found that she’d already signed the papers. He heard her moving and looked up to see her slipping off the window sill. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears. She turned to leave and he grabbed her arm. “Hey.”
She refused to look at him her head held high while she fought the tears. “Why didn’t you give up on me in twenty years?”
“Because I love you.” She turned her head and looked at him the tears being held at bay by sheer will. “The day you left for town you’d had a dream. A dream about being lost and never being able to find your way. All your instincts told you to stay home but I was sick with pneumonia and you had to go get my prescription. I remember…” She turned her head and looked out the window a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “I remember you told me that you loved me and you’d be back no matter what. That I was your map.”
He saw her shoulder quiver and was at a loss as to what to do for her. “I waited but you never came back. But I never stopped loving you. No other man could even come close to being as important to me as you.” She wiped her eyes and chuckled roughly. “Listen to me whine. Once the papers are signed just put them in the envelope and stick it in a mailbox it’ll get to where it needs to go.” She started walking away. When she rounded a corner Logan heard someone behind him.
Rogue was standing there hand over her mouth eyes filled with tears. “Why did she do that?” She asked.
Logan pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. “Cause she loves me.” He said roughly.


Heather left the mansion an hour later. She climbed into her jeep and drove to the gate. She stopped when she saw Logan standing next to the wrought iron gates. He loped over and she rolled down her window.
“You runnin’ Heather?” He asked.
She felt her heart stop when he said her name. “No. I’m going home. My people need help bringing in the harvest and I promised I’d be there before it snows.”
He reached in and ran a thumb over her cheekbone. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Sorry that I don’t remember and that I can’t respond to yer feelings in kind.”
She put a finger on his lips. “I know. I’m sad and I wish you still loved me but I understand.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss then drove away.
Logan watched the jeep leave then walked back to the Mansion. Rogue was standing on the steps waiting for him.