It was times like this that Raven was glad she had kept her apartment. She didn't want to answer the questions of her teammates, she didn't want to have to explain why she was going to meet the man who had caused so much of her own blood to be splattered across her clothing. Most importantly, she didn't want to explain why, for some inexplicable reason, she trusted this man who most certainly wanted to kill her grandfather.

It didn't take her long to have a quick shower and get changed and head back out on the highway to meet the man Logan.

Logan sat in his jeep in the abandoned rest area. The lights of the washrooms buzzed slightly, the traffic on the highway droned by occassionally, he wasn't there long before he heard Raven's Harley coming up the road to him. She pulled into the parking spot beside him and waved him over to a picnic table that sat between some trees. She was now wearing black jeans and peasant blouse with her biker leather overtop the clothing what surprised him was the cowboy boots, he didn't think a lady like her had ever been on a horse in her life.

"My turn for a question." Raven started as Logan settled on the table top beside her, she lit up a cigarette.

"Shoot." He watched her face relax as she inhaled the nicotine.

"What lands were you on that Grandfather protested you being on? I won't say that my grandfather is the most open minded of men, but it must have been a serious breach if he would send someone after you that he would know would kill you."

"Was up by Fort Simpson in the North West Territories, huntin' some, fishin' some. Stayed north-east of the reservation, didn't want to ruffle no feathers, but seemed I did anyway."

"Hmm. Hang on." Raven closed her eyes, settled crosslegged on the table. The hand with the cigarette resting lightly on her knee. Logan watched the smoke spiralling into the night. "Got it." He started slightly at her voice. "Sorry, I have a pretty good memory, but I have to concentrate, you know? From your directions, I would say you were on the sacred hunting grounds. No wonder my grandfather had a freak. The man he sent after you, he must have purified first. Still, that doesn't excuse his actions." Raven looked thoughtful, she took another drag off the cigarette. "Your turn."

"What scares ya so much?"

"What?"

"Ya heard me, what scares ya so much?"

Raven sighed. She looked off into the distance, she could feel his heat, the night animals moving around in the forest behind the rest area, the cars driving by at odd intervals. For some reason she found this place relaxating, as if nature and man had some how reached a comprimise. "A lot of things. Why do you ask?"

"Not an answer. Wanna give up yer next question for me to answer first?"

Raven weighed her options "Yes. I want to know why you want to know before I answer."

"Curious, mostly. When ya blasted me with that empathy of yers, it had alotta fear, not just fear of a psychotic beast with claws. Wanted to know what a pretty lady like you had to fear so much."

"Not physical things mostly. I fear failure, I fear that I will lose each patient, that I won't be there when people need me, that I won't live up to things people expect of me, the people things need of me. I fear that I will do more bad than good, that one day I will heal the wrong person. I fear that my mistakes will cost others pain, I fear that I choose the wrong path, that I will do the wrong things. I fear discovery of what I am by the medical community, I'll lose my license. I fear contact with people, I can't control my empathy, I fear being alone forever, but I also fear being too close with others and the pain it will bring them. I fear that one day I will lose complete control on my nature, that my warrior blood will win over the reason and wisdom of my healing blood. And I also fear what will happen to the people I care about the day that happens." Raven didn't look at him, just continued to stare straight ahead at the forest.

Logan felt words he had said echoing back at him, he felt the pain behind the words, how could he not? Were they not the words that echod his own fears? He touched her face to turn it to look at him, he felt her fear, her nervousness, her shame, her worry while she also felt his sympathy, his own regret and his understanding. She could also feel his beast that lurked below the surface much more savage and brutal than her own, his passionate nature that made hers pale in comparison, while she had to fear her nature and her actions, he had to battle them day after day. "I know what it's like." was all he said.

"No, Logan, I insult you," She took his hand from her face and held it between her own, tiny things holding the large. "My fears are petty to what you deal with." He felt her shame grow greater; he could see her flush in the light. He could feel her loneliness that was so like his own, she could feel the great wound that was inflicted by love unrequitted.

"Nah, ya don't Raven. Our pains and fears are just different. I ain't a Doc, I don't have to worry about doin' the wrong thing to the wrong person in the operatin' room. I don't have ta worry 'bout helpin the wrong person an' havin them turnin' out to be a psychotic killer. We're similar in places, different in others. Yer also a lot younger than me." She felt his slight superiority. He felt her annoyance.

"Look, as I've said before, I'm older than I look. I'm SICK of being treated like a nineteen year old KID, which I can assure you I am NOT. I have lived forty-eight years." He knew she wasn't lying because of the link, she knew he knew that.