AN: I do not own Marvel's X-men, its comics or characters, or films based on them, and I do not make any profit off of this story or its content and characters.

This story is part of a series I have written, and I hope you enjoy my work. The series stories, in order, are: Sensory Projections, The Island, and Home in the Woods. Happy reading!

Prologue

"The courthouse? Why?"

"I made an appointment with a Justice who performs civil ceremonies." Logan jammed his hand into his jeans pocket and fished out a plain gold ring. "I love you. I want our child to have my name. But I want you to have it, first."

Lorelei smiled, a few tears spilling down her cheeks. "You know, I don't even know if Logan is your first name or your last name."

"Well," he grinned, "why don't you come to the courthouse with me and find out?"

Leaning over to kiss him carefully as he drove, she asked, "When did you do this? Get a ring?"

"Yesterday, when I went to buy the car. I want us to be official. I'm sorry - I probably should have asked you first," he said with some hesitation.

"Are you kidding me?" she negated. "This is romantic. It's the perfect way to start this drive, I mean, this move, er . . . ."

"Our life," he suggested, picking up her left hand to kiss the back of it, and then her ring finger. "And it's James." Recognition blossomed across her face.

"My first name is James. The Professor hasn't been able to help me recover all my memories, but that much was still retrievable from all the crap we found at Alkali Lake. James Logan." He sounded slightly self-conscious, not being used to speaking his full name aloud.

She ran the tips of her fingers lightly over the back of his hand that still clasped hers, where his sharp claws lay within. His hand was hairy and solid and warm, and beneath the surface of his skin he was tightly coiled with energy, power, and passion. "I love you, James Logan."