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PS. Sabre-toothed will be entering soon, hope you'll like the role he plays in Shadow's life. And next chapter, Shadow's real name will be revealed

"Nemesis, thou name is Danger Room." Bobby grinned at me as I came out of the girls changing room. "You're gonna love it."

"Too bad it isn't a "love it or leave it" kind of relationship." Jubilee whined, popping her ever present bubble gum. "The teachers insist on us training in there with that mad man. Cute suit, chicka."

I looked down at outfit. Professor Storm gave it to me after asking if I thought I was ready to go into a Danger Room session with the others. Moronically, I told her I would try. The outfit was not something I (or really anyone sane) would wear on a regular basis. Tight black leather pants had a silver and black belt with the school's and the X men's famous "X" on it. The top part of the uniform was form fitting, with a V-neck. Thankfully the neckline was modest enough that I wouldn't have to worry about my male teammate looking down my shirt while I was suppose to be focusing on the Danger Room session. The shirt was sleeveless but contained a hood. In the sea of black leather, a bright yellow X stood out on my back (great, a target), and my pink Converse shoes. When Storm gave me my uniform, she offered a pair of black boots or almost slipper like shoes of leather, but I preferred to stick with what was comfortable.

"Tight, black leather." I mused. "At my old school we just wore shorts and an over sized gym shirt with our school's name on it."

"Hey, the sweet outfits are the only reason I come to these sessions!" Jubilee said, twirling to show everyone her outfit. Each outfit was different. Jubes' had high black leather boots, a short skirt and a jacket that showed her midriff.

"If you have a problem with your outfit, take it up with Storm." Peter suggested. "She's usually pretty good about making uniforms that suit us, but she can make mistakes."

"Like having what looked like underwear for yours, Colossus?" Kitty giggled. Peter blushed as she explained it to me. "The first uniform Storm had for him was awful! It looked like a girl's one piece bathing suit."

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Scott marched into the waiting area that we occupied. "Is everyone here for the session? Where is Angel and Gambit?"

During these sessions, we're suppose to use our code names.

"Angel came late from lunch, so he's still changing. And um, I don't think Gambit is coming." Bobby (Iceman) informed the uptight professor.

I glanced briefly at Rogue, feeling emotion radiating off of her. Sadness, anger, love. Man, this girl's got it bad, I thought to myself. She spent the lunch period with Gambit, not bothering to come to our table. But why was she angry? What happened? Why would she be angry at him for-

"Again? This is the eighth session he's missed since coming here!" Scott (Cyclops) said. "Just because he's older than you kids, he thinks he is trained enough to-"

"Get your panties out of their twist Summers." A familiar voice growled from the door. Wolverine walked in, smoking a cigar. "Its his problem, not yours. Are you trying to steal my session?"

Cyclops stiffened even more. It was one of the worst kept secrets in the school that they hated each other. And that Logan liked and even hit on Scott's girlfriend, Jean Grey. "When you were late, again, I decided to take over your class. I didn't know you were planning on turning up, on doing the responsible thing."

"I left my cigar in my room and had to go back for it. Now you can leave." Wolverine blew a puff of smoke into the other teacher's face.

"Put out the cheap cigar, Wolverine, you can't smoke in the school." Cyclops ordered. Logan continued to smoke. "Will I have to get the Professor?"

"One-Eye can't fight his own battles? Needs Chuck to fight them for him?" Wolverine snarled, but put out his cigar by sticking it into his own palm. The wound quickly healed. Some might see this as obeying the order, but we knew it was a challenge.

We all tensed. I saw Pyro give an evil grin to Iceman, as if sharing a joke.

"Ten bucks on the Wolverine." He whispered.

Before the two men could so much as throw a punch, a psychic command filled our minds. It was from the Professor.

"Scott, Logan, that is enough." He said. Everyone winced at the mind they heard, but while it just felt like a yell in their minds, for me it felt as if the command was being carved into my brain. I fell to the floor, clutching my searing head, spots filling my vision.

Through the pain, I felt as if someone ran a gentle finger over my mind. Instantly, the pain decreased a little. Shadowcat and Colossus helped me back up and held me steady. But Colossus being a lot taller than the girl, he just took over the job completely and picked me up and held me in his large arms. I knew I should struggle or ask him to put me down (I didn't want people to see him holding me like this or for them to think I'm weak and needed help), but I thought if I opened my mouth I would vomit. Though I knew what I should be doing, I couldn't help but notice how safe I felt in Peter's arms.

While being held, I continued to watch Cyclops and Wolverine. The Professor obviously thought better of letting others hear him scold his X-Men, and focussed on just their two minds. For that I was grateful, hearing another psychic's mind was extremely painful for me. Cyclops' and Wolverine's made faces and glared at each other but made no noise. Eventually both men nodded and spoke to us once more.

"Shadow, Professor Xavier asks me to apologize for what happened. He forgot you were in this session and used too much power, he didn't mean to hurt you. Are you all right now?" Cyclops asked me. I nodded. "Good."

With that, Scott Summers gave a brief nod to the class and a death glare at Logan. He made a point to bump into Wolverine on his way out.

"Prick." Wolverine muttered. "Alright, lets get this session started. Colossus, Shadow said she was fine, so you can put her down now. Unless you plan to throw her at your targets during the session, I think she'll do better on her own two feet. "

Peter looked down at me, as if he forgot he was holding me. I guess a hundred and fifteen pounds is nothing for the Colossus. He quickly set me back down gently, and muttered embarrassed. "Sorry."

By this time, Angel was running out of the change room frantically trying to pull on his boots.

"Take your time, pigeon, the world will just wait to be saved while you get your boots on." Wolverine gave a wolfish grin before entering the code to open the Danger Room.

Leading us into the large room, Wolverine called over his shoulder. "Okay, everyone spread out in a circle."

We did as he asked. He stepped into the circle. "Now, put your backs to me."

This we weren't so happy to do. With his adamantium claws and his unpredictable behaviour, we wanted to keep our eyes on him. But with one dangerous glare, we did as instructed. "Good. Now for this exercise, I'm going to throw objects at you and attack you. Feel free to use you powers to defend yourselves."

A second later, Wolverine hurled a ball at Pyro's head. The ball hit its target.

"OW! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM MAN?" John yelled, rubbing his head.

Wolverine didn't answer, just moved onto his next target, Shadowcat. We got it now, we were suppose to be ready to defend by ourselves at all times. The Brotherhood or other villains wouldn't ask if we were ready to fight.

Kitty spun around at John's protests, so she knew when to phase to miss the next ball thrown.

"Eep!" She squealed.

"Keep yer backs turned!" Wolverine snarled. "Use your senses. Hear my coming, smell me coming, sense I'm coming!"

"Not everyone has your enhanced sense." John muttered, earning him another ball in the head.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Sense him, sense him. I could feel the beast in my teacher, roaring with laughter at his pack's silly young. He knew he had to teach the youngsters to survive, to protect themselves. He felt dominant and felt good knowing he could take on anything, even just a bunch of teenagers with superpowers. But I could also feel the man, Logan, keeping in control.

But where is he?

I felt fear, then pride coming from Iceman. Apparently he made the ball thrown at him to heavy with his ice, making it drop. Okay, I thought, Bobby was three people away from me. So he's very close. Concentrating on a mind map, I tried to place Logan on it. Placing everyone on it. I got another strong feeling, coming from Angel. He had flown up into the air, but not fast enough. Wolverine grabbed his leg and pulled him down in a tackle. So Angel was right beside me-

Suddenly I felt the beast/man right behind me, ready to pounce. Turning around I set up a shield between us.

But, something wasn't right. Seeing Wolverine, I, I had the sudden urge to rip my teacher and protector's throat out. I wanted to sink my claws (claws, what claws?) into his eyes. I wanted him to bleed. I wanted him to scream. I wanted him to hurt. I craved his death.

It was as if an animal, a wild beast, had entered my mind.

I lowered the shield, ready to attack.

No! A small part of me cried, trying to take control. Don't! This isn't you! You are not an animal!

The Wolverine looked differently too. He wanted to attack me, to fight me, as much as I did him. His hazel eyes had turned black.

Suddenly, that small voice took over, not a roar.

STOP!

Shaking my head to clear it, trying to rid myself of whatever madness had occurred, I let my guard down. Just because I didn't want to kill him, didn't mean Wolverine had changed as well.

Wolverine tackled me to the ground. He growled as he pinned me down, more beast than man. He held my throat with one hand and held the other above him. Three claws sprung from his fist, ready to plunge all of them into my heart. His hand came down-

"Wolverine!" Peter tackled the older man off of me. I gasped for air.

Holding Wolverine against the wall, Peter looked over at me with fear. Kitty, Rogue and Rahn hurried over to me, helping me sit up. Jubilee was complaining about psycho teachers. Bobby, Angel, and John stood between the two of us.

"What the hell was that about, Logan!" Rogue yelled. "Yah looked ready to kill her!"

And I was ready to kill him. I thought terrified. Had anyone noticed?

"I, I dunno. Her eyes, her eyes made me think it was, but that can't…" Wolverine stuttered, not knowing what to say.

What did he mean my eyes? I wondered. Then a pain stung my mind.

"Professor Xavier is calling me. Session dismissed." Wolverine murmured. Peter let go of him, but walked Wolverine to the door, ready to tackle him again.

"Ugh, as if they let that psycho teach us! He was going to kill Shad. He would have if not for Pete." Jubilee exclaimed, putting an other piece of gum in her mouth to calm her.

"Ah thought Logan was past these episodes." Rogue said sadly, looking at where her friend and saver left. "He could control the beast."

I felt the control he had over the beast inside him. He felt its instincts and wants, but he was always in control. What was it about me that set him off? That the beast would take over? What was wrong with me? Why had I felt like that?

So many frightening questions and no one to answer them.

The Danger Room door slid open again, allowing Gambit to enter. Seeing our still shocked, pale faces, he gave us a confused smile. "What's up, mon amis?"

I got up to my feet, nodding a thanks to the girls who tried to comfort me. With that, I walked past Gambit and out the door. I sensed Peter coming up behind me, and that he wished to comfort me, but I looked around and shook my head at him. I needed to be alone.