Author's Note: Ok, so I had this weird idea. This all exists in a Middle verse somewhere between X Men Evolution and Wolverine and the X Men. However, most of these take place in the Wolverine and the X Men universe, but I might occasionally cross over. Some will feature my original character, Isaac. For more information on him, look to the soon to be updated version of my story The Sinister Truth Version 2.0. This first one is a "what if" Emma came back to life after she died and Jean and Scott were back together. A little out of character, but, that's what fanfiction is for.

Flames climbed quickly up the crumpling paper, devouring the stack of newspapers. The headline was barely visible, but a picture of the X Men on the front amidst several ruined buildings was still able to be seen. At the forefront was an easily recognizable Cyclops. Jean Grey stood next to him along with Wolverine, Kitty, and the others. Emma frowned faintly as the fire began to consume the picture. She stood gazing into the flames, her arms crossed. With a sigh, she tossed another paper on top of the smoking pile and watched as the flames danced even higher. Looking away as the paper began to blacken around Scott, she came face to face with a curious Wolverine.

"What are you doing now, Frost?"he growled.

"It's none of your concern," she replied coldly. She attempted to brush past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"What?"she snapped.

"You're going to give the students ideas, playing with fire like that." He frowned faintly. "Why are you burning a bunch of newspapers, Frost?"

She scowled at him. "If you've come to tell me to stop, you can save your breath. I'm finished here." She tried to pull away, but Logan's grip held fast. He glanced at the picture and realization came to his eyes.

"Oh I see…" he said quietly.

Emma looked away, her vision getting slightly blurry all of a sudden.

Wolverine sighed and released her arm.

"Thank you," she said shortly, pulling it back to her and crossing her arms once more.

Logan gazed at the fire for a moment without answering. Suddenly, he grinned. "Mind if I help?"

Emma stared at him. "Your jokes are not appreciated, Wolverine."

He laughed. "No, no, I mean it. Listen," he answered, looking her straight in the eyes, "don't try to pretend you didn't have feelings for him. I know you did and probably still do. You saved his life, and you still didn't get your fairy tale ending."

Emma scowled at him. "Is this really appropriate?"

He heaved a sigh, "Look, Frost, we may not always agree on things, but…well, what you did back there, when you saved Scott…"

"Leave me alone," Emma replied icily.

"Not until you hear me out," Logan replied firmly.

Frost frowned. "Whatever you have to say…"

"Just listen," he growled irritably. "No, I don't approve of you and Scott being together. But I'm sure you knew that?"

"Obviously," she answered.

"But that doesn't mean...I'm not saying…heck, Frost. If you wanna burn something or whatever because you're upset, I'm the guy you can talk to, alright? I know what it's like to love and lose."

Emma turned her back to him. Without turning around she replied, "Did you come out here just to mock me?"

Wolverine sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The woman was impossible. She turned back around. Suddenly he noticed she was crying a little.

"Would you please…" she trailed off as she raised a hand to wipe her eyes.

Wolverine strode over and, gently taking her arm, he led her back to the fire. "Like I said, I'm the guy to talk to. Let it out, Frost. It's ok to cry now and then."

"What on earth are you talking about?" she snapped, furiously rubbing her eyes. "I'm not crying, you dimwit."

"Uh huh, sure, right, whatever," he answered, his lips twitching in a faint smile.

She sighed and let her shoulders slump. Looking at the ground she said quietly, "Thank you, Wolverine."

"Anytime," he answered, gazing into the flames.