Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, from Dark Angel or X-men. This is an AU with no particular timeline in mind. Logan and Max are not really in a relationship but its M/L friendly. At this time this is only a sudden urge to write. I will get what is rattling around in my head as it comes. I am not a huge 100 page writer but I will try to make an interesting story. Read and review, constructive criticism helps, kay shutting up now.

The email message came as a surprise, from one he had not heard from or expected in years. Psi,
A old mutual friend has lost their way. Unknown Factors have somehow taken him under extreme duress. CEREBRO has located him near the outskirts of Seattle. We heard a name before lost of contact, Lydecker. As one of my best students I suspect you may not expect much trouble, but this situation may have hints of Weapon X's past. As you know he is not easily captured. Be careful, there is a situation at the Institute at the moment so I may not be able to send any aid immediately. I know you wish for past to be past but this may have to do with your interest in Manticore. Any help will be appreciated.
Your teacher and friend,
Xavier

Logan pushed his glasses up as they slipped down and pressed back against his wheelchair. Psi a name he hoped he would never hear again. Another life, another time, he thought. But an old friend needed his help and he owed Xavier. Especially after, he felt his hands begin to lightly shake; recognizing the symptoms quickly pulled a drawer next to his desk open quickly and pulled out a bottle of pills. Shaking out two he dry swallowed them and waited for the shaking to stop and the voices and feelings which burned on the edge of his consciousness to silence. Dropping the bottle back into the drawer he shut it.

My legs or my past, Logan did not know what was worse drugging himself to a stupor and not letting his natural, unnatural he scoffed in his head, abilities to heal his spine or allowing himself go down that other path. The path where his was a fricking superhero that couldn't even save his own family, whose mind nearly died when his parents died, and who nearly destroyed a whole wing at the institute as he shut down after their deaths nearly injuring many students. A path where his abilities could rage out of control and could hurt way too many people. Shutting his eyes tightly a brief vision of the past ran through his mind. The burning fire, the scream Mother, Father!, his mind burned with the feelings of them dying even far away in a silent dorm room watching as he was too far away to help them, as the house burned.

"Logan feed me!"

Max's voice suddenly blazed past his memories and broke him of his dark supor. He had only moments before she swanned into the computer room to compose himself.

"Hey sumthing up?"

Max not missing a beat saw him tremble just slightly and became worried. Moving her hand to the drawer that he just closed she pulled it open and reached in for the bottle.

"Hey you took your meds? You know I need to take mine and you need to take yours right? 'cept yours not life threatening or nothing right? You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, gotta take care of my shakes that's all, I already took some." He never told her what they were really for just that he had a slight nervous disorder after the shooting that caused him to shake so needed them. Not like she ever really pushed. Looking up as she dropped the bottle back in the drawer and shut it he swung the chair around with her following.

"Hey got one of my culinary miracles coming right up, Chef Cale is making Duck L'Orange tonight." Max gave a squeal and followed him out of the room.