A/N:

Sorry for the long wait in updates o_o

I've been busy...

Anyway, I'm going to update twice today, so be on the look out for that ^.^

I don't own X-Men, even though I'd like to ;)


He's awake.

I heard Jean's voice resonate through Charles' study, and it was obvious that the other telepath did too. However, he continued his class. I remained seated in my place by the window, a book laid open in my lap.

Where's he going? Charles asked reasonably.

I don't know.

Where are you going? Charles asked, now directing his thoughts towards Logan. I sighed.

"He won't like you in his head, Chuck." Charles raised an eyebrow at the new nickname. "Ugh, too much time with Logan. Anyway, he hardly stood me in his head. He doesn't know any of you; this is not a good idea."

"Then you ask him," he suggested, smiling. I scowled.

Just like old times, soldier. Upstairs. I'll even let you use the elevator, I said, remembering the many times I'd made Stryker's team run up the stairs instead.

No, this way. Come on, James, south! That's north! What happened to your sense of direction? Yes, there…

He closed the door, still facing away from us.

"Good morning, Logan," he greeted before looking back to his class. "I'd like your definitions of weak and strong anthropic principles on my desk on Wednesday. That'll be all," Charles dismissed the students. Logan watched, bewildered, as the students gathered their books and started towards the door, moving around the older mutant.

One of the students, Kitty Pryde, turned around and ran back to her seat. Grabbing her shoulder bag, she said goodbye to the professor, who responded in kind. The door closed but Kitty paid it no heed, instead choosing to go straight through it. Logan was startled at the common use of her mutation but kept his silence.

"Physics," Charles smiled, holding up the textbook. "I'm Charles Xavier. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Where am I?"

"Westchester, New York," Charles responded easily.

"Remember, I told you to look me up for that drink. This is where I live," I added.

"You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention."

He brought you here because I asked him to, I announced to the room. Charles smiled.

That too, he responded, nodding.

"I don't need medical attention."

"Yes, of course."

"Where's the girl?" Logan asked, staring at me. I smiled, nodding.

"She's here. She's fine," I reported.

"Really?" Logan asked, now staring at Charles. He turned when the door opened.

"Ah, Logan. I'd like you to meet Ororo Monroe, also called Storm. This is Scott Summers, also called Cyclops."

"Hello," Scott said diplomatically, holding out his hand. Logan didn't accept it, staring in shifts at all present, myself included.

"I believe you already met Dr. Jean Grey," Charles continued as the redhead walked into the room. "You're in my school for the gifted. For mutants. You'll be safe here from Magneto."

"What's a Magneto?" Logan asked, oblivious. I sighed to myself, something not unnoticed by Logan.

"Not a what, a who. Magneto is a powerful mutant who believes that war with the 'normal' humans is inevitable," I cut in.

"I've been following his activities for some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabretooth."

"Sabretooth?" Logan asked dubiously.

"Victor," I clarified. Logan glanced in my direction before ignoring me and my comment.

"Storm," he recalled, pointing at her. She nodded politely and he clicked his tongue. "What do they call you? Wheels?" he asked the Professor. He sniggered. "This is the stupidest thing I ever heard."

He turned to leave, only to be blocked by Scott, standing impassively at the door.

"Cyclops, right? You wanna get out of my way?" He pushed the younger mutant back.

"Logan, it's been almost fifteen years, hasn't it?" Charles asked. "Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."

"Charles," I warned quietly.

"Shut up," Logan said under his breath, turning to look at the Professor.

"Logan… If you stay, even for just a few days, I can tell you some of who you are. Of the person I've known, who's worked, lived, and fought with me for years of our lives," I said quietly.

"What the hell is this place?" Logan asked after a long pause.


A/N:

Short little chapter, just like all of them. As I said in the previous chapter, virtually nothing happens in this movie. I'll probably add some nice fluff chapter somewhere to give it a bit more length, but that would depend on feedback *hint hint*.

And yes, I changed my name from Trisya-Rogan-Draegalia. I figure that Susie-Draegalia is a lot easier to remember and it is much easier to explain to my "normal" friends in the "real" world.

So, with that,

x3

^.^ Susie ^.^