DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of Marvel's characters, stories or universe.

There is a mix between Movie universe, Comic Universe and Cartoon Universe in this story.

This story contains at least 2 original characters.

Chapter 1: The Dreams

Night was falling at the Xavier's Institute. Most of all the students were heading to their rooms, shutting off the lights and ready to take a good night of sleep. Hank was in the Danger room's control center reading a book, lost in thoughts. He still hadn't touched the sandwich and cup coffee brought to him earlier. While lost in thoughts, he noticed the doors opening, It was Logan who entered.

"I'm heading down the Danger Room, keep an eye out. Will ya?"

Hank smelled the scent of anger and disapproval in the air, but lately… He noticed that scent more often around Logan these days… Hank looked at his watch, he said;

"You know it's almost midnight, right?"

"Yeah so?"

"Well some people would maybe like to sleep at these hours..."

"Fine Furrball… I'll make it a short session then."

"What program?" Asked the blue man.

After some seconds of silence, Logan finally gave answer.

"Hpmh. How about 'Program: 666'?

Hank looked up at Logan with a raised eyebrow and noticed the determination on his face.

"Fine, suit yourself, Logan"

"Keep an eye out."

Logan headed in for the training, a female robotic voice spoke;

"WARNING, INITIATING BATTLE SEQUENCE PROGRAM SIX-SIX-SIX"

As Hank watched the program start, he returned to his book.

After 10-15 minutes Hank was still reading….. He tried to take a sip of the-now-very-cold coffee. As he tasted the cold coffee, he instantly spit it out.

"Yuk!" "F#$%'n gross!"

Hank noticed he actually said that out loud. He wasn't the person that sweared often but sometimes, he couldn't help himself.

"Maybe ya should have tried it 4 hours ago, when it was still hot."

Hank was shocked by the voice he heard behind him that he dropped the cup on the floor while turning around. He didn't expect other people to be this late in the Danger Room. As he looked towards the young female, Hank noticed a smell of sadness coming from her.

"Rogue!, I didn't hear you coming in. Why aren't you asleep yet?

Hank wanted the ask 10 more questions, he was cut off by Rogue.

"Now look that ya did, Hank."

Rogue looked down at the ground, looking at the broken cup and spilled coffee on the floor, Hank didn't even notice it at first.

"Ergh. I'll clean it up later."

"Is there something I can do for you, Rogue? You're not the type to just wander in the Danger Room in at night."

"Well maybe..."

Rogue walked towards the windows looking down at Logan's training session. She noticed the 666 battle sequence was active and saw Logan slashing through one of the battle robots. Looking back at Hank, she softly spoke;

"Maybe ya can tell me what's wrong with him these days, He doesn't speak to anyone, just growls at even the least interaction. He didn't show up for HIS OWN training sessions with the students yesterday and this morning. AND he didn't turn up for the movie-night last night. What is wrong with him?"

"You know he's not the movie-watching-type, Rogue."

"No Hank, THIS is different. I KNOW it is."

Rogue gave Hank an angered look, which startled him. He knew she didn't mean that. But HE knew that she knew that he wasn't going to know the answers to her questions either. As Hank stood up next to Rogue he said, "I'm sorry." while trying to make a fake smile on his face.

Rogue noticed it and tried to laugh at it. "Well, Maybe I should say sorry, I already knew that ya wouldn't know, but I had to talk with someone about it."

While Rogue and Hank looked down at the training session still in progress. He said;

"Well, Why don't YOU ask him?"

"Ask him?" She looked with one eyebrow up at Hank.

"You and I both know he's not gonna tell me anyways, Rogue, Logan doesn't share most of his personal issues with us. But I bet he is far more willing it to tell YOU than ME. 'least you could do is just try. Who knows?

"Mhm, Maybe".

Hank and Rogue stood next to each other, Hank noticed the red blinking lights at the control unit.

A robotic female voice said; "BATTLE PROGRAM SIX-SIX-SIX ENDED."

Rogue and Hank looked down through the window towards Logan. They both noticed that he had a wound on his left arm and it wasn't pretty. Logan came out the Danger Room 'somewhat' tired.

"Guess that's it for tonight, huh?"

Logan looked in silence towards the young woman and the fuzzy-blue-man staring at him when he walked in.

"What?"

"Ah…. Logan…." said Rogue looking at the bleeding arm of the wolf-man.

"Ya bleeding all over the floor..."

With a small growl he said, "Yeah, the F$#%'in thing surprised me."

Logan, Rogue and Hank all stood in the control room looking awkwardly at each other and the wounded arm while it stitched itself.

"Impressive, every time." said Hank.

Rogue gave him another angered look.

"Could you clean up the blood, Hank? Looks like you need to clean up your own 'accidents' anyways."

Logan hinted towards the spilled coffee cup on the floor.

"Yeah, sure."

Hank walked towards the supply closet to get something to clean the blood and spilled coffee.

"I'm off, see ya later."

As Logan walked towards the exit, he was followed by Rogue. At the moment Logan was at the door.

"Logan, I want to talk with ya." she said.

Logan stopped and turned towards Rogue.

"Well..? Speak…."

"Privately" said the young women to the obviously angered man in front of her.

With a small growl, he said;

"Maybe later," the angered man wanted to walk out, going back to his own room.

"Logan?"

"LATER." He said with a more aggressive tone.

Rogue was clueless what to do next, as she looked at Hank near the supply closet looking at her. He saw him make a fist and nodding towards Logan. Hank and Rogue both knew that if she wanted answers. she had to be more determined to get them.

Rogue looked back at Logan that was almost out of sight, she took a determined stance and said;

"Logan, I'll be at ya room within 15 minutes, "I WANT TO TALK." Understood?

With an unhealthy growl, Logan left. He knew that she was determined to know what was going on…

While Hank and Rogue cleaned up the blood and spilled coffee, the blue man said;

"That was a really nice one, Rogue, I bet if someone else tried that they would have gotten an even more angered Logan in their face."

Hank smiled towards Rogue while picking up the broken pieces of the coffee cup.

"Heh, he knows he can't ignore ME."

"No, indeed he can't…"

Meanwhile at the other side of Xavier's institute, Logan was walking towards his room, in the long hallway, he heard some voices of teenagers still talking in their rooms. He didn't bother to pay attention, he already had enough on his mind. Close to his own room at the far end of the hallway, he noticed Xavier at his door. Apparently he was waiting for him….

"Hello friend, how was the training session?"

Logan knew that he brought attention to himself acting so out of the ordinary, even for him. He wanted to enter the room and just slam the door shut, but as he looked down at the man in the wheelchair, He wasn't ready for another 'therapy session'.

"It was good, Chuck. Just about to get a shower and get some rest."

Logan noticed that Charles was already trying to get into his head, but Logan knew that he was a bit harder to read than others…

"Yes, indeed, you should, but first… I was wondering if you would like to talk about something…"

~ Damn it, ~ thought Logan, he already knew what was bothering him…

"Well Chuck… If ya already read my mind, ya know I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT."

Logan entered his room and shut the door.

Charles wasn't surprised by his reaction. As Charles left and moved past the other rooms, he noticed Ororo standing at the entrance of her own room.

"Any luck yet?"

"No…. I can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped."

Ororo was clearly angered and wasn't a big fan of Wolverine's acting around the students lately.

"That is NO reason for him to act this way."

"Ororo, don't be mad at him, from what I was able to see, he really is troubling with this… and well.. It's actually similar to the 'glass-tank situation'…. "

"Sigh…. Once again haunted by old memories? "

Ororo and Charles were quiet for almost a minute as they heard the silence of the night, Charles looked at the somewhat saddened Storm and said;

"Well he'll open up towards someone soon, I noticed that Rogue is about to talk with him… We'll find out sooner or later…"

"Let's hope so." Said Ororo.

"We've helped him before, Ororo, and we can again. You should try to get some sleep, maybe we can try to help him tomorrow…"

"Yes, I know, Goodnight Charles."

"Goodnight, Ororo."

Ororo walked back into her room and closed the door. Charles headed off as well…

Rogue and Hank cleaned up the mess and left the Danger Room.

"I'm off too see Logan." said Rogue.

Hank looked at Rogue and saw her determination in her eyes, he could even smell it.

"Alright, Rogue, good luck."

Hank was also wondering why his friend was acting strange and wanted to talk with him about it, but based on the scent he smelled at the man, he decided to sit this one out. Hoping that Charles would be able to help him.

Rogue and Hank left each other in the hallway. Rogue went straight to Logan's room.

The lights were off the hallway, at the end of the hallway she noticed that Logan's room was still open and that the lights were still on. Rogue headed towards the lights. She was about to knock on the door 'till Logan said;

"Come in."

Rogue noticed Logan lying down at his bed with one hand on his eyes. Logan pointed with the other hand at the chair on the right side of his bed. The chair obviously was placed there by himself.

"I'm not here to give ya therapy sessions, Logan. I'm not a psychiatrist. "

"I know, darlin', but I know that you are NEVER gonna stop bothering me until I give you answers, even if I don't want too."

Rogue went to sit down in the chair. It has been a while that Logan called her 'darlin', He obviously cared for her and didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Rogue took a fierce look at Logan and said,

"So… What's going on?"

By the way Rogue spoke too him, he knew he was done for, 5 minutes ago he still was able to throw her out and slamming the door shut. But now… He smelled the determination from Rogue… He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. It took Logan a minute to start talking.

"Some nights ago.. I had a 'dream' … and it ain't a pretty one…."

"What about?"

Logan removed the hand from his eyes and tried to remember, he first tried to suppressed them and force himself to remember them, hurt him, almost physically. Logan growled at the flashing images in his head.

"Logan…. What were the dreams about… Tell me…"

"Well.. That is the problem… I don't know….. exactly…"

"So what CAN you tell me…"

Logan tried to avoid to tell Rogue what the "dreams" were about… He didn't WANT her to know… But he felt the obligation to tell her now… Lost in thoughts with his eyes closed again… He saw the memories before him and growled…Rogue was lightly angered by the silence and loudly said;

"LOGAN! Snap out of it! TELL ME!."

"A F$# 'IN DEAD WOMAN AND A 5-YEAR-OLD CHILD STABBED IN THE HEART ALRIGHT!?"

SNIKT!

Logan's claws popped out and went right through his mattress… Rogue widened her eyes and was shocked by the answer given by the angered man that was breathing heavily… Logan noticed that he scared Rogue a bit and tried to back down, as he calmed down, he said;

"I'm sorry…"

"How… When… Why…?" said a scared Rogue in the lounge chair.

"I DON'T KNOW…."

A moment of silence was in the room, Logan unsheathed his claws and the drips of blood that fell beside the bed were the only sounds that were made…. Neither of them made another sound… Not even a breath…

Rogue looked down at the ground, she didn't know what to say… she wanted to leave the man alone, but she couldn't… she just couldn't… She kept looking at the ground, until Logan started talking again…

"The kid… I just see it all the time… I just can't look past it."

Logan told Rogue about the a young boy with brown short hair and brown eyes, he was stabbed in the heart… blood everywhere… And that he just stood there… Looking down at the boy… How he saw the blood… He saw the wounds on this… child… He told her that since then he can't get the image out of his head….

Rogue asked; "Do you know who the...?..." Logan interrupted her before she could finish the sentence.

"NO."

"And now you know WHY, Rogue…"

Rogue was speechless... The only thing she did was stand up, walk towards the bed and hugged the man. She didn't let go for a few minutees and even had to shed a small tear.