Fun story

I started reading this when you first starting posting but then I lost track. Sorry. But I just finshed it and i loved it. I hope to see more stories from you soon.

I was doing a lot of sighing and awwing and clutching my hands to my chest in this chapter. I wondered how you'd finish without a sense of anticlimax, but you kept the bittersweet tension until right at the end. And Marie *did* just have to believe it herself. She had to know it deep in her bones. Logan got there first, and he was there for her. It was very sweet - she unearthed him, and then he was the rock for her. It was made explicit with the symbolism of his claws - physical - and then she has to make that leap of faith. She knows - in *his* bones. :D

I think this may be my favorite chapter in terms of writing and descriptions. It *flowed*, for lack of a better word, and it was very visual.

He turns to look at me, his face still that unnerving calm. He fingers one of my platinum locks and tucks it away behind my ear. “Ya always looked so pretty with your hair piled up on top of ya head in that bun. Even when the wisps of gray would fall loose like they always did.”
My heart melted.

Logan was finally remembering things that were at least real, real bits and pieces of his past. They were a part of him again and hopefully their revelation would lead to more.

But what about me?
Yes, her desperation and uncertainty came through in words and in deeds - clutching the shirt, studying him. And it was like she reading his face, focusing only on him because if it was ok for him, it might be ok for her - until it wasn't, not quite enough. Because what if his past wasn't also *hers*? What if she wasn't the love of his life that he made a family with? Jealousy, right there. And what's more - what if she was his descendant? *shudder* She was finally honest with herself that she wanted him "as a woman loves a *man*", but what if that wasn't possible? Or enough?

I don’t know if it was the gaping hole that opened up under my nose or the clattering of utensils that caught his attention first.
At least he had the common decency not to belly-laugh at me; I’m sure I must have looked like a prize Bass on the end of a hook. Haha! Marie is given to hypberbole about herself. She comes off as almost aggressively flippant when she's insecure: "“Logan, I got a part of me screaming for us to get on with it and another part that’s hiding in a dark corner, refusing to come out!” But Logan calms her down, and if she just takes a nice breather, like that five minutes outside the Professor's door, she can handle anything.

I liked Alma. I myself am extremely cautious about OC, and Alma did rather function as a deus ex machina. But in its own way *that* worked as well - you needed something to branch the supernatural (Jean Marie/Marie, dreams) and extremely natural/practical world of this fic, and Alma did precisely that. She had elements of the everyday (the flight) and of the extraordinary (her leprechaunish appearance).

Looking back over the fic, I can see you struggle a little with pacing, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but I think that comes from writing a fic along the way. You got better at it as well, and wrapped up this chapter, this story, really well. I was engaged the entire chapter.

Marie and Logan had story arcs as well - Logan was a lot more volatile and Marie more introverted when the story began. But their transformations make sense, too - love. *grins* And I love how much they love each other in this chapter. It goes deeper than friendship.

Thanks so much for sharing! Enjoyed the ride immensely. ;)

Author's Response: Wow! Thanks so much for the wonderful words of encouragement, your beautiful insights, and peeks into what feelings *my* writing evoked in you. I never much thought about what others might think of my ramblings, I pretty much write what I like. But nice comments and constructive criticism are good to get also...and you do both!!

Thanks so much GM; I always looked forward to your comments!