A/N: So this is kind of late… But for those who were confused on the last chapter, it was basically the chapter before it in Logan's POV so we could see what was going through his head. Sorry for not explaining that when I posted it… ^^; Anyways, hope you enjoy the next chapter!

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own any of the X Men characters, we all know this.

When they got back to the mansion Storm and Jean took the woman, no, Luna, back inside. "Logan, would you mind taking Luna's belongings to her new room?" Xavier asked.

"She's seriously stayin' here?"

"Yes, especially if you wish to learn more about your past." He turned around to go to his office, "She has a motorcycle in the garage, her suitcases are on it."

"I don't suppose you'd mind telling me which room I'm taking them to?" Logan asked.

"The room next to yours," Xavier turned around, "It was empty. I hope that's alright with you?"

"Yeah, fine," Logan sighed before walking off towards the garage. Admittedly, he was impressed when he saw her bike. The model was an older one, almost antique, but the blue bike was still in excellent shape. It almost looked like it was brand new. Four suitcases sat on the back and he picked up two of them to carry to her room. After a few minutes he was back for the other two. As he neared her door he heard the sounds of struggle.

"Now, Luna" Beast was saying, "We just want to run a few simple tests to make sure you're all right."

"For one thing, don't talk to me like I'm a little kid," Logan heard her growl, "And for another, I told you I'm completely fine!"

Logan looked into the room to see both Beast and Colossus struggling to hold her down on the bed. "Yeah, something told me you weren't the cooperative type."

All three looked up at him. "Logan!" The woman wrenched her arms out of the grip of the two and flew out of the bed. "Give me those," she told him, grabbing the suitcases he was holding and placing them on the bed.

"Luna…" Beast huffed as she opened one of them up and started going through it.

"Yeah, yeah," she waved a hand at him, "We can do those later." She pulled out a pair of jeans, a tank-top and an over shirt.

"But-"

"Later!" she said, shoving all three of them out the door, "Now, let me change!" The door slammed shut in their faces.

"Well, I can say one thing for certain," Beast huffed, "She is most definitely related to you, Logan," he and Colossus turned to leave, "She's certainly got your attitude."

Logan chuckled a little, then turned back to the door. He raised a hand to knock, but was told, "Hang on a moment. I'm almost done," before he could. He didn't even bother to ask how she knew he was still there. The door opened and she hopped out, still working on pulling on one of her boots. "Sorry, I'm not tryin' to run over you," she told Logan when she almost fell on top of him.

He held one of her arms to steady her, "Not like you'd hurt me anyways." She got the boot on and stood up. "What are you here for exactly? And how in hell's name do you know me?"

"Weren't you told anything?" she asked, "And how long have I been out?"

"I was told your name and who you claim to be," he said, "You've only been out for a few hours."

"Right, well-"

"Luna, good, you're awake." Charles appeared, wheeling towards them, "Logan, I was hoping you would show her around the mansion."

"So she's gonna be a full-fledged member of the team then."

"Yes, she will." Charles left.

Logan huffed. "Come on," he said, walking off down the hallway. Luna quickly caught up to him and followed as he led her through the mansion, pointing out where different areas were. "And this is the elevator that leads to the underground areas."

"Right, I remember Xavier leading me through here."

"You want to take a break? Maybe check on your bike?" he asked her.

"Oh, yeah! Almost forgot I'd ridden it up here," Luna said. She turned and started walking in the other direction. Logan just followed her to the garage.

A little thought gnawed at the back of his mind. Finally he spoke it, "You know, no offense, I have a bit of a hard time believin' your story," he told her, "'Specially since you show up outta nowhere, and have my claws, my healing factor, and the same damn metal covering your skeleton that's on mine."

Luna backed up a little and put her hands in front of her, "Easy! Okay? If you want to know more about me then just say so! I came here to help you, not hurt anyone."

"And how do I know that?" he challenged, "For all I know, you could be some sort of clone of me, whose memories have been fabricated so they can help some government agency get here and capture the kids!" He yelled the last words.

At first she tensed up, and Logan sensed that he'd struck a nerve. After a few moments she finally spoke. "I know you don't trust me," she sighed, "And I know you're not going to until I prove I deserve it. You're not going to believe me until you know you can," she breathed in and out to calm herself down, "And that's fine with me."

Logan sighed. "Read me like a book," he said, "Ya got my attention, but not my trust."

"I know it ain't going to be easy." She turned around to continue on towards the garage.

Logan stayed silent, thinking to himself as he walked behind her. He had to wonder how Luna knew him so well, and why she was at the institute. Something in the back of his mind said he's seen her before, but he couldn't remember where he might have. "I'm curious," he finally spoke when they reached the garage, "Have I seen you before?"

"Only one time you might remember," she told him, "Right at where your memories start."

Logan thought back to the time she'd said. He could remember smoke and fire, a woman lying dead on the ground and concrete debris from some sort tower all over the place. There were two people, Luna and some guy. They had found him behind some debris… Had tried to convince him to go with them… Get him out of there before…

"Don't strain yourself," Luna teased, breaking through his thoughts, "Ya mind helping me out here?"

"With what?" he asked, still working on bringing himself back out of the past.

"Keypad, you never told me the code." He looked down at the spot on the wall she pointed to.

"928437," Logan told her as he punched in the numbers. The lock clicked open.

"Got it," she said, "Thanks."

"Where was that?" he mused aloud.

"Huh?"

"That place… Where my memories start…" he thought back again, "There was… You and some guy, he sounded Cajun. You two were… Tryin' to get me to go with you… Get off an island?"

"Three Mile," Luna told him, walking over to her bike.

"Three what-now?"

"Three Mile Island," she explained. "Shit! Someone messed with my engine," she growled.

He laughed a little. "Parts are there in that drawer, and tools are in that one," he told her, pointing out the things she'd need. She got up to get the tools she needed to make repairs. "Who was that with you? The Cajun guy?"

"Remy LeBeau, he also goes by Gambit." Logan opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off, "And yes, he was a mutant."

"You sure you aren't a telepath?" he asked.

Luna smirked a little. "Positive, I just know you really well."

'Makes me wonder how long you've known me,' he thought. Logan could still feel part of him saying that he knew her, and had for years.

*BAMF!*

Kurt appeared in a puff of dark smoke, bringing the scent of sulphur into the room. Luna sneezed twice trying to get the smell out of her nose. "Sorry, I've been looking everyvhere for ze two of you."

"Why?" Logan asked, covering his nose as his eyes started to water.

"Ze professor vanted me to tell you zat dinner is ready. Everyone has been vaiting for you two."

"You been poofin' around the mansion looking for us?"

"Only your rooms," he said, "Both of vhich are untouched, I promise."

"Alright, tell Charles we're coming."

*BAMF!*

"Does he always leave that smell when he teleports?" Luna complained.

"Unfortunately."

Logan led me back into the main part of the mansion and to the dining room. When we got there my nose told me that spaghetti was on the menu.

"Finally you two are here!" I saw Scott's ridiculous sunglasses turned towards us, "We've been waiting for fifteen minutes to eat!"

"Shut it, Summers," Logan grumbled, sitting down at the table. I sat down in the chair next to him. "We ain't done talkin'," he said just long enough for only me to hear.

"Didn't figure we were," I replied.

A plate full of spaghetti dropped down on the table in front of me. "Now," Jean had one hand to her head, "Dinner is served."

"Alright!"

"Woohoo!"

"Finally, I'm starved!"

Everyone started eating as soon as a plate landed in front of them. I took a bite myself, enjoying the taste of a home cooked meal for the first time in years. "So, Luna," I looked up at Xavier, "From my understanding you've been searching for Logan a while. How Long exactly?"

'Damn telepath!' I thought, 'Stay outta my head!' Instead of saying my thoughts, though, I finished my bite and said, "I think… Almost sixteen years."

Logan almost choked on his spaghetti next to me, as did a few others. "Years?!" he finally managed, "You've been looking for me for sixteen years?!"

"You think it's easy to track you down?" I asked, "I followed you from Louisiana to Three Mile to Alberta to here!"

"Vell, at least you're certainly vell traveled."

Everyone laughed. "I can't argue with that," I said, "Now, I know who I was sent to the warehouse with, and rather obviously Logan, but everyone else I have yet to meet."

"Of course, but they don't know you either, Luna," Xavier pointed out.

I sighed, "First, everyone stop eating. I don't want a repeat of the last time I made an announcement." Everyone stared at me with bewilderment, then reluctantly did as I asked. "As you may or may not already know, my name is Luna. For those of you who don't know, I am Logan's twin sister." Someone did a spit-take with their drink and I sighed. "Should've said to not be drinking when I said that too…" I muttered.

"Easy, Kitty," Jean told a brunette girl. She must have been the one who'd done a spit-take.

"My name is Kurt Vagner," I turned towards the guy who'd poofed into the garage earlier. He spoke with a thick German accent and was covered in thin blue fur. "But in ze Munich Circus I vas known as ze Incredible Nightcrawler."

"Ah'm Marie," a gloved hand was extended to me by the girl with white streaks in her hair. I accepted her handshake as she continued, "But Ah mostly go by Rogue. By the way, Ah'm sorry 'bout what happened when we first met. Ah didn't know you were helping."

I waved a hand as if to wave the matter away, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine, I promise."

The brunette girl gave a final cough, "My name's Kitty Pryde. Codename's Shadowcat."

"Luna huh?" Someone touched my shoulder with a cold hand and frost formed on my over shirt. "My name is Bobby Drake, also known as Iceman."

I shook the frost off my shoulder, "Can't imagine why…"

"So, Luna," Hank said around a bite of noodles, "Do you have a codename?"

"Yeah…" The dog tags I always wore around my neck suddenly seemed to weigh a ton. I tried to push the memories to the back of my mind, wishing I'd never been given the nickname.

"Well, what is it?" Bobby asked.

"…Sable…" The name felt like adamantium on my tongue. I quickly took another bite of spaghetti.

"Sable? As in… the animal?" Logan questioned. I just nodded with my mouth full.

"That's certainly interesting," Xavier said, "What inspired it?"

"Why does it matter?" I muttered. Everyone stared at me and I added, "Got it from the animal itself." I spent the rest of the meal wishing I could escape everyone's gaze, especially Logan's. Not that wishing has ever helped me.

A/N: Yes, I realize this chapter was also in Logan's POV. Most that aren't in first person will be in his POV, the title of this story is "Logan's Memories" after all. Thanks for reading, please review, and hope you enjoyed!