Hello, everyone! Yes I know the title says Valentine's Special, and it's way past it but I couldn't help myself! It was just a special occasion that said it needed this to happen...okay, fine. More like Cupid came down and said if I didn't get Logan and Alenka back before the end of the month there'd be hell to pay.

So, here's part 1 of two and the end of a hopefully great story. D-I-N, outta here!

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
Where am I?
"1."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
Why's everything so dark?
"2."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
I hear something. Someone is here.
"3."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
Can you let me out?
"4."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
There's a voice. Talking.
"5."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
Whispering.
"6."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
I feel something. Something warm.
"7."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
There's something ahead of me.
"8."

Bah-dum, Bah-dum.
There's a light. Guiding me.
"9."

Bah-dum

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Something's wrong.

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"10."

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"Awaken."

Bah-dum.

With a startled gasp, the young adult gasped, her sky blue eyes opened to a white walled room that wasn't familiar. Looking directly above her, a small black chandelier hung above to her right. With a small groan, she rolled onto her stomach, bumping into the large wooden chest beside her. Sitting upright, the woman finally noticed the entire room.

A red two-seater couch sat behind the chest, a few comfortable looking cushions tempting anyone to sit on them. A large wooden cabinet was placed on the opposite side of the room, a TV and various DVD's sitting inside it. "Where am I?" The girl whispered to herself.

"In my living room." Twisting her head around so fast she might have gotten whiplash, the woman noticed the room opposite the 'living room' where she was. Across the tiled floor was another carpeted area, this time a large red oak table occupied the room. Sitting at the table was a an almost familiar woman with fire red hair pulled into a lazy bun.

She wore simple clothes: jeans, a pair of white anklet socks, and long sleeved shirt that was too big for her, but somehow she made it look comfortable. Her wire-framed glassed were perched on her nose as she typed on a small white laptop, before reaching for another mouse that controlled a larger red laptop.

"Um...e-excuse me?"The young woman asked timidly as she got to her feet, "But...where am I?"

"My living room, you deaf or something?" The girl replied, returning to the white laptop, not once looking at the young woman, "Name's D-I-N. Who are you?" The young woman timidly came over, holding her hands close to her chest.

The young woman tried to answer, but something stopped her.

"I...I don't know." She murmured.

"You don't know?" The other girl replied, almost mocking, finally taking her eyes from the two laptops, "What are ya ta-" She paused in mid-sentence when they locked eyes. It become quiet between the two for a few minutes before D-I-N groaned.

"Crap, I had a feeling this was gonna happen." she muttered, gesturing to the young woman to sit in the chair next to her, "Well, this is gonna take a while, but it'll get done."

"What will?" the young woman asked her, sitting in the offered seat, "What happened to me?"

"In short? You took on a real powerful spirit and had you memory wiped out." D-I-N explained turning to the white laptop, "But it should be alright. You just have to go back to your realm, and find the special something that completes your inner circle."

"My inner...what?"

"Don't ask. My brains fried from this heat." the red head replied then turned her head towards her, "Bottom line is that someone in your realm has been holding back some big news, that keeping your memories from you. Once you find out that news, your memories should come flying back."

"But, who do I know where to look for it?" She asked.

"You'll know." D-I-N replied cryptically before reaching her hand towards the young woman, "Hold tight." Before the woman could ask any more questions, D-I-N slapped the top of her head, making her disappear in a puff of smoke.

"Now then, where was I?" D-I-N asked herself before glancing over to the red laptop, "Ah. There I am."

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(Jayne's POV)

"'Find the special something that completes your inner circle'?" I asked Alenka flatly, staring at her like she'd just grown a second head, "what kinda cheesy lame line is that?"

"I don't know." Alenka replied, "But she said it would help me get my memories back...so isn't it worth trying out?" She had me there; I didn't have a clue if it could. Turning to Kitty and Rogue who both shrugged we all sighed heavily.

It been almost two weeks since Alenka woke up from her coma, and dropped the bomb shell that she couldn't remember anything. It didn't help that Armageddon, the spirit that had lived inside Alenka for the last 20 years, couldn't get back into her mind to set things right. Something was blocking him, and until we could figure what was stopping him she was going to be a blank state for a long time.

:Alenka not having her memory has been a bit of a downer.: I thought to myself, taking a chocolate chip cookie from the plate that Ororo had made for us and took a nibble out of it. Thinking back on all the times that someone had made a reference for a joke, only to get a blank stare from Alenka until someone told her what it meant. That, and not knowing anybody any more; that was really difficult for us, especially on Tildie.

:Mind you, there have been a few upsides.: I added brightly, finishing off my cookie, :I didn't think she'd be able to wipe Hank at chess.: And it was true. A few things that Alenka wasn't any good at before losing her memory turned out to be something she was good at. I guess it was just the whole peer-pressure thing.

But that kinda left us in the present.

In the two weeks since she woke up, Alenka was desperate to get her memories back. She never told anyone, but we could tell that this whole 'mind is a total blank slate' thing was eating at her. So it was kind of a shock when she pulled me, Kitty and Rogue into her room and informed us of the dream she had last night about meeting this 'D-I-N' person and being told to find the something special to complete her inner circle.

Which kinda put us in a blank spot.

"Well...I say we try." Kitty finally pipped up, "I mean, there's no harm, right?"

"It might be the only way." Rogue agreed, "but what kinda news was she talkin' about?"

"Well, other than it being big she didn't say." Alenka answered sadly, "But I don't understand how it can block my memories."

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"What if it's a mutant?" I asked suddenly, "I mean, you used to get those creepy love letters from Demon. Maybe he finally got the message that you're not interested."

"I was what?" Alenka asked, her little ears perking up.

"Nah, some mystery guy had been sending you flowers a while ago." Rogue answered her vaguely, "There was usually a poem or some small letter that came with it."

"You mean, like these?" Alenka asked, reaching under her pillow and pulling out a stack of tiny rolls of paper, each tied with a red ribbon. The sheer amount of them was staggering.

"Sweet mother of mackerel." Kitty gulped as the three of us stared at them, "you've been getting notes from him?"

"Well...I thought it was one of the guys at first. Mostly Logan." She admitted sheepishly, making each of us pause.

"Logan?" I asked her in a slow tone. I mean, come one. Logan?

"As in, Mr. Scary Muscle Man?" Kitty asked.

"The guy you thought might break you if you looked at him the wrong way, so you've avoided him ever since waking up?" Rogue finished.

"That Logan?" The three of us asked at the same time.

"Well...he does know a lot about me." Alenka offered sheepishly, "I mean, everyone's been saying who close we were before I lost my memories."

"And...what?" I asked, "He's been giving you these because you can't get the gumption to talk to him?"

"Hey!" she protested, "I could totally get the gumption to talk to him!"

I don't know whether it was a thunder bolt of an idea or the cookies we were eating, but Kitty, Rogue and I shared a look and smiled at each other.

"Well then, let's put it to the test." Kitty said.

"What?" Alenka squeaked, her face going very pale.

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(Alenka's POV)

:I can't believe I'm doing this!: I wailed mentally, tugging at the collar of my 'shirt'. It wasn't even a shirt! It was a white shirt that had a very low neck line, and it showed my stomach of. The black skirt they forced me into was decent enough, but the knee high black heels were a bit much.

"I used to wear this?" I asked myself, trying to make my top half look somewhat decent but I wasn't having any luck. Every time I pulled the bottom of my shirt down, the top would sow off my cleavage and every time I tried pulling my neck line up, the hem show pull up and show my stomach.

"Grr, stupid evil thing." I grumbled angrily as the elevator doors finally opened and allowed me to step out, "What were they thinking, putting me in this?-! If I ever survive this, I'm going to hurt them!"

"Hurt who?" Jumping with a yelp, I spun around and blanched when I was faced to faced with Logan carrying a basket full of clothes.

:Oh, this isn't happening to me!: I cried to myself, my mouth not exactly working for me at the moment. At the moment, I was pretty sure I was looking like a red faced fish out of water. Logan said nothing but he did raise an eyebrow at my outfit.

"I'm going out on a limb, and say you were forced into that." He finally said.

"No!" I squeaked then exhaled, "Yes." He looked at me for a long moment before giving a small smile and pulled a shirt from the basket he was carrying and handed it to me.

"Here." He offered. Cautiously taking the item, it turned out to be a large grey t-shirt, that looked suspiciously like one of his. I gave him a questioning look to which he shrugged.

"It looks better on you." He replied before taking off to the elevator.

:...Well, that could've gone worse.: I admitted, taking one last look at the shirt before shrugging and pulling it over my head. Surprisingly enough, it was long enough to cover everything till the middle of my thigh. And it was very comfortable.

"Hmm." I hummed, pleasantly happy and actually skipped to the elevator. While we didn't exactly talk, at least I could get over how intimidating Logan could be.

It turns out that he is a very chivalrous and sweet man.

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"'It looks better on you'? What was I thinking?" Logan groaned once he was in the safety of his room. There were moments in Logan's life where he had said some pretty stupid and cheesy things, but this had to take the cake. At least no one else had seen what had just happened, so he was safe...for the moment until he ran into Jean.

"Could've said worse." Armageddon pointed out as he phased himself and Diego through a wall and lay down on Logan's bed. Diego just mumbled in agreement as he leaned against the window.

:I'm doomed.: Logan told himself, feeling his shoulders drop even further. If Jean wasn't bad enough, Armageddon and Diego definitely were. It was bad enough that Diego was very protective over his sister, especially now that she's lost her memory, but Armageddon was an all powerful spirit with powers of just about everything. Including mind reading.

"Is there a reason why you two are in here?" Logan huffed as he moved to put all his dry laundry where it all belonged, "Or are you here to kill me?"

"Why would do that?" Diego asked him, genuinely innocent.

"Aside from him trying to compliment your sister, and failing spectacularly." Armageddon chuckled. I was very tempting to throw the basket at his head. It wouldn't hurt him that much, but it would satisfy my urge to give him some sort of pain.

"In any case, that's not why we're here" he continued in a serious tone, "We just got word from the central MRD base. Juggernaut's broken free." Everything inside of me froze solid when the words registered in my mind.

"He got out?" I asked them, trying to keep my anger in check. Getting pissed about something that has already happened wouldn't help anyone. "How?"

"They didn't put enough locks on him." Diego snorted in disdain, "he was able to smash his way out of there fairly easy." Great.

"What worries me though is what he'll do now." Diego told us, "I mean, it's no secret that you guys are enemies. What if he tries coming after the X-men?"

"Then we'll be ready for him." I replied, a plan forming in my mind, "Phoenix or not, Jean is still a Class 5 mutant, and the only telepath strong enough to tap into Juggernaut's mind."

"Will that be enough?" Armageddon asked me, "Or will you need my help?"

"Maybe, just to be safe." I agreed, "Since we don't have Alenka anymore." Saying that left a bitter taste in my mouth, and a deep sting in my heart.

"Yet." Diego and Armageddon corrected.

"Give her time. She'll get them back." Diego assured me.

Yeah, time. Somehow, it didn't seem fast enough for me to have Alenka back in my arms again.

God, I missed her.

I'd give anything for a chance to tell that I love her, and have her remember that she loved me back.

So what do you guys think? Sappy enough for you? The second and final part should be out right after this one, I just have to take a break for a while. Not days! Just an hour or two...or at least until this computer gets a decent charge.

All right then, peace out!