A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sure many of you haven't read my stories before, this is my first X-Men fic. All of my other fics are under King Arthur. I'm really excited. So, I hope everyone reviews, I appreciate comments, concerns, and constructive criticism. Please don't flame. This takes place after Jean's supposed death at Alkine Lake. Enjoy!
Logan walked down the schools cooridor withconfusion written on his face. Why should he trust that the professor knew the key to his past now? Hadn't he already told them there was nothing else to do? Could he truly know his life? Or should he believeStryker and keep thinking he was always an animal? Logan could only shake his head at the thought. He took a long slow breath before opening the professor's door.
"I knew you would come," Xavier said with a smile, "Please, sit down."
Logan looked around the office, noting the absence of students for once. He turned to Xavier and looked him in the eye, "What more is there to do? I thought you couldn't look into my mind anymore."
"Ah, there is nothing I can personally do, but there is another who is linked to you," he said while folding his hands.
"How do you mean by 'linked' to me?" Logan said while narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"Stryker seemed to have made a duplicate of you, in the female form," Xavier explained slowly, "She supposedly was at Alkine Lake the same time you were under experimentation. I have reason to believe she has a clear memory of the daily arrivals anddepartures of that time, including information of some of the mutants that had arrived there."
"And you couldn't tell me this before?" Logan said while standing up.
"No, this was a piece of information that I have recently been informed by an old friend," Xavier said while turning to look out the window.
"How can I reach this person?" Logan asked after a moment's silence.
"She's a professor at a small university in Vermont. I believe you can reach her there," Xavier said while passing him a small paper with and address.
"A Professor of Literature and Medieval Historian?" Logan said while glancing from the sheet.
"A brilliant woman," Xavier said, "With ability and athletics to match."
"Sooo...when do I go?" Logan asked cautiously.
"As soon as you wish," he said with a smile, " Storm has a hold on the classes for now."
Logan backed towards the door and gave a nod to the Professor, "Thanks."
Xavier sent a small smile.
About an hour later, Logan was on the road, with Scott's motorcycle of course. Across his back was slung an old duffle bag. His mind weighed with anticipation. He was closing in on the school.
As Logan pulled up to a quaint property, a sign at the enterance stated "No Mutants Allowed" He only smirked at the sign. Moments later he was in a parking space and putting down the kickstand. The building of history conviently loomed above him. What a fun day this would be.
A/N: Sorry to leave it here. Please tell me how I'm doing. I'll try to update soon. I'd appreciate the reviews!