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Chapter one

There was no longer dead silence in the mansion. Since the arrival of the strange girl, the students had begun to talk.

"I heard that she worked for Magneto and he implanted a metal chip in her brain."

"You know what people are saying? That girl is really Xavier grand daughter."

"Maybe she's not even a mutant and they are experimenting upstairs to turn her into one."

But no one really knew for sure who or what she was for that matter. All anyone knew was that she was being held in the laboratory, where she had been for the last two weeks, lying unconscious.

"She doesn't seem to be responding to my telepathic mind waves. She has quite a barrier up." Professor Xavier, head of the school, exclaimed as he slowly removed his hands from her forehead.

"Do you think she might have some kind of psychic ability? You did say that both you and Jean could…" Storm, who had recently changed her hair color with a few grey-ish blue strikes, stopped mid-sentence.

No one had mentioned Jean, not after what had happened at the lake.

Professor Xavier only smiled, knowing her thoughts immediately. "No Storm, I didn't feel any sort of strong psychic power coming from her." He moved himself over to the machine linking the girl to the living.

The mechanical doors to the laboratory opened, inviting in another mutant inside. "Welcome back Logan." Professor Xavier said calmly with a gentle smile. "I heard from the students there was a girl in the laboratory, I only thought…" Logan sighed deeply, clutching his fists until his knuckles appeared white. "She came in two weeks ago; we have yet to determine who she is, or what her abilities are." Storm looked up at Logan who only turned away in response.

"We only need to give this time. It won't be long before I can manage to break the mental blocks and see into her mind." Xavier turned the wheelchair around to face his fellow mutant. "All I can tell you now is that I sense great power in her." Then, he left them, the metal doors locking behind him.

"You've been gone a while." Storm said sternly toward Logan. He only seemed to ignore her as he took up his can of beer. "Listen, now that Jean's gone we are going to need you stick around. I know you're a bit reluctant about teaching but…" The can crunched in between Logan clutch. "A teacher, you want me to teach those little brats down stairs?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Only for a short while, until we can find a replacement."

Logan crushed the can completely. "What do I have to do?"

Downstairs, the students were changing classes and talking amongst themselves.

"Hey Rogue," Bobby, the boy now known as a human ice box, walked quickly toward his girlfriend who was leaning her back against the mansion wall. "Shouldn't we be heading off to history class?" she asked in a deep southern accent. Bobby took her gloved hand in his and smiled. "Logan'sour substitute," he said simply. Rogue's face lit up. "Logan's back?" she asked in excitement. "Yes but I doubt he's…" Rogue smiled brightly up at Bobby and swiftly ran down the hall, dragging him with her as she did.

"Okay now listen up," Logan said, arms folded across his chest. The students didn't seem to listen as they continued to talk. "Hey!" Yet again, there was no reply. Logan unfolded his arms and raised one arm to the chalkboard. In a split second three metal claws appeared from his fist. He touched the chalkboard with them and then moved his fist downward, making a horrible shrieking noise as he did so. As a response, the kids stopped talking and covered their ears hoping to block out the horrid sound coming from in front of them.

"Much better." Logan said satisfied.

"Logan!" Rogue shouted as she ran toward her friend. Logan smirked for he never truly smiled, not anymore that is. "Hey Kid, how's it going?" Bobby stepped up behind her. "Everything cool with Iceboy?" Logan whispered. "Still a bit complicated." Rogue said frowning. "Well you two sit down, I. I have to teach you kids about mutant history." Rogue smiled and led Bobby to their seats.

"So are you like going to make us read boring text books?" A boy from the back asked, leaning his feet up against an empty desk. "No, but I can just as well cut those shoes to shards." Logan said, glaring down at the boy's feet. The boy's eyes widened and cautiously he lowered his legs down to the ground. "Now, before I begin lets …" "Can you tell us about the girl," a purple haired girl interrupted. Logan sighed and the piece of chalk in his hand turned to dust. "There's nothing to tell," he said turning to the class. "Oh come on there has to be something, we all sensed it." One boy with glasses covering his eyes commented, blinking to reveal two sets of eyelids. "I'm not really the person to be talking to about this. I just got here."

The classroom doors opened and Storm walked in, her heels clicking against the floor. "Logan, the professor wants to see you, now, in the laboratory." The students began to whisper. "We've already sent someone to watch the classroom." Storm said more to the students then to Logan. "Who?" Suddenly a blue puff of smoke appeared and a man covered in midnight blue skin stood before them. "Hello again Ororo." He said kindly to Storm before nodding a greeting to Logan as well. "Nice to see you again Kurt. Will you watch the kids while Logan and I go up to see Professor Xavier?" Kurt smiled. "It'd be my pleasure." He said in his strange accent.

Leaving the classroom and students behind, Logan and Storm made their way up to the laboratory once again where Professor Xavier patiently awaited their arrival.

The doors opened and they were greeted by the professor. The unconscious girl lay still on the medical table, her raven black hair tossed over her shoulders.

"What is it this time Professor?" Logan asked as he got closer to the girl. The Professor rubbed his forehead and examined the charts covering the laboratory walls. "When the girl fell to the ground, she knocked her head pretty hard. That was what rendered her unconscious." Storm walked to the girl's side. "But professor, there isn't any sign of a head injury. She seems fine." She stated after moving back a few hairs from the girls forehead to examine any kind of cut or bruising. Her pale forehead was unmarked as if she had never fallen at all.

"So why did you call me up here?" Logan asked. Professor Xavier sighed. He looked up at Logan and began to speak, "I believe she might have the same healing ability as you do."

Logan's jaw dropped but he caught himself and snapped it shut. "How can she? Striker was the one to experiment on me, giving me the ability to heal fast. No other mutant as been discovered who can…" he stopped, remember the other product of his father's experiment, DeathStriker. "Do you think Striker found another willing lab rat before his death?" Storm asked. Xavier shook his head. "I'm not quite sure of that yet." He took out a chart from off the wall and handed it to Storm. She looked it over thoroughly, her expression changing from confusion to wide-eyed doubt. "This can't be right." She said finally after handing the chart to Logan. "The chart shows the water content in the child's body." Xavier explained to Logan. "But this chart is off the wall; if she had this much inside her… it's as if she doesn't even have any blood." Xavier nodded as if that was what he expected him to say. He took a needle from off a metal tray and an alcohol wipe. Taking the girl's arm, he wiped clean the spot of skin were a bright blue vein was visible.

Then slowly he pierced the girl's pale skin. A dull blue liquid began to seep into the tube, filling it. Xavier removed the needle and emptied the liquid into a larger tube to be examined. "This is her blood, a liquid containing practically no red blood cells and a high content of white blood cells. Mostly her blood contains the compounds of hydrogen and oxygen, making her body venerable to forming water compounds instead of red blood cells." Logan looked down at the sleeping girl, suddenly realizing truly how pale she looked, like Snow White.

"So she is a mutant." Logan said touching the girls ice cold hand. "Yes, I haven't been able to determine her level yet. First thing we have to accomplish is waking her from her unconscious state." Xavier said. "But I'm afraid it will have to wait for now, Dinner is being served down stairs." He explained, after using is telepathic powers to link to a student below them. Storm took his wheelchair and began to wheel him to the door. "Are you coming Logan?" she asked.

Logan didn't move. He just stood there looking down at the girl. Something told him he'd seen her before.

"Logan?" Storm repeated.

"I'll be down in a second." He said motioning with his hand for them to leave.

Storm nodded and they left the laboratory, leaving Wolverine alone in the silver room with "Snow White".

Everything was still, like time had stopped.

Logan pulled up a chair next to the sleeping girl and sat down. There was a glass of water placed beside the charts, untouched. He figured no one would care if he took a sip. Teaching a group of teens wasn't as easy as he had expected, especially mutant teens.

He raised the glass to his lips and let the clear liquid run down his throat. "Good stuff. But I think I'd prefer a beer." He said sighing. Standing he took the glass with him as he slowly walked around the medical table.

"Logan."

Swiftly he turned around.

No one was there besides the girl.

Again he raised the water to his lips.

"Logan!" This time the voice came sternly. It was so familiar but muffled as if by water.

He looked at the girl who was lying motionless upon the medical table. For a moment he thought he saw a slight flinch of her hand but he only convinced himself it was the lighting in the room.

He held the glass firmly in his hand and craned his neck to look at the girl. "What are you?" he asked himself. A droplet of water came tumbling down off the glass and onto his jeans. He ignored it.

Logan reached his hand to feel the girl's forehead. It was ice cold. He placed down the cup and placed the hand once holding it onto her forehead. His hand was covered in condensation. The moment his hand touched her, he saw her eyes jot open. Logan gasped and stumbled backward but only to realize the girl had hold of his arm. Her grim was firm, much stronger ten he would have ever expected it to be.

"Logan?" she asked, her voice all muffled. As she spoke it was as if bubble would escape from her lips.

He could faintly see her eyes, a magnificent blue like he'd never seen before. Almost illume nascent.

But finally he managed to pull away and as soon as he did the image of the girl starring at him vanished and the unconscious one returned. It was as if it were only a dream.