Westchester

The mutants that had saved Logan from his attack by one of Magneto's men Sabertooth they'd taken him back to there head quarters in Westchester New York to a man named Charles Xavier the founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The Professor as the called Charles had checked on Logan many times during the time that he was in the med lab; Logan had been in a coma like state for almost three days. Xavier had learned from searching Logan's mind that he was a mutant of course that he'd been in a lab some fifteen years before. What the Professor couldn't understand was what Magneto would want with this mutant.

Logan was beginning to become aware of his surroundings. 'It's a lab, FUCK! I'm back in the lab!' Logan thought to himself. Sensing someone else in the room with him the flickering of the over head lights coming on made his ears perk up. Someone was touching him, running there fingers over his arm tracing there fingers over the spaces on his knuckles where the claws came out. 'Get ready for a surprise mother fucker.' Logan thought was he felt the prick of a needle going into his arm when he sprang up from the table he'd been laid out on. Clutching the person around the neck Logan looked around the place. This didn't look like the lab that he'd been in at all. Sniffing the person who'd been able to inject him with something he was sure of. It was a woman. Releasing her Logan ran from the room the doors of the med area he was in opened as he approached looking around Logan pealed off the sticker things on his chest and abdomen and pulled the needle from his arm.

'Where the hell am I?' Logan asked himself as he began to look around the place more, one thing at the end of the corridor he was in caught his attention. Four leather uniforms in glass cases. 'What the fuck?' Seeing a cabinet door open he looked inside and grabbed one of the zip up hooded sweaters and ran until he came to a hidden door that opened as he approached it just like the one in the medical area he'd been in.

Opening out into another hall way the walls were paneled with dark wood this couldn't be a lab. Hearing foot steps coming from behind him Logan ran quickly hiding behind a pillar supporting the ceiling. It sounded like a bunch of kids. Peaking from behind it he caught the back side of a dozen or more kids running down the hall. He had to get out of this place before he was caught and taken back down to that medical room he woken up in.

Going into the first closed door he saw Logan had his back to the room. Sensing the presence of many in the room Logan turned around. There were more kids in the room four of them and there was some old bald guy behind a desk.

"Class that will be all for today I want your reports on my desk Monday." the bald man said excusing the children from the room. Stepping aside as the kids rushed past him a younger girl ran back for her book bag and walked straight through the door.

"Good morning Logan, you've been out for some time." the man said driving his mechanical chair away from his desk and up to Logan.

"Where am I?" Logan asked.

"You're at my school for gifted youngsters Logan…your in Westchester New York." he said.

At that moment the door to the office opened and two more people came into the room, one a woman with white had which complemented her dark skin tone and the other a man with red sunglasses on. "Logan this is Ororo Munroe otherwise known as Storm and this is Scott Summers also known as Cyclopes." The man said as the red head from the med lab joined them walking past Logan to stand next to Xavier.

"And who are you? Wheels?" Logan scuffed.

"My name is Charles Xavier." Looking at the red head Charles spoke again. "And I believe you've already met Doctor Jean Grey." Charles said.

Raising his brow softly Logan smirked at the man in the door way called Cyclops. Grabbing his by the collar of his shirt Logan raises the man up to his face. "Cyclops, ya wanna get out of my way?" Logan said.

"Logan." Xavier broke in. "You're not the only one with gifts." Xavier was a telepath, using his ability to read people's minds he could also speak to them without uttering a single word.

Turning around Logan looked at Xavier. "It's been almost fifteen years hasn't it Logan, since you lost your memory." Xavier continued to speak into Logan's mind. Inside of Logan's mind it was like Xavier's voice came at him from all directions. Raising a brow slowly Logan asked. "What is this place?"

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The Brotherhood

It wasn't their fault that the girl had already bolted before Mystic and Sabertooth got to her. Magneto was to say the least infuriated with their incompetence. "The X-men, they knew." Mystique drawled perching herself on the edge of the steel desk turned her head over her shoulder to look at Magneto. "It's possible that they already have the girl, but as Victor said, she wasn't with the mutant. They could have parted ways a long time ago." She smirked slowly raising a finely shaped brow.

"Yes, a possibility Mystique." Magneto said from behind his desk slowly calculating what it would take to correct his comrade's mistake.

Magneto knew for sure that Charles would eventually link their attack on the mutant Wolverine with the girl and sooner or later he would go looking for her, whether or not he waited until he figured things our was debatable, Charles couldn't resist a lost mutant in the world. Still of the mind that with the proper education that humans and mutants could live in peace and harmony together. Magneto knew better, he had seen the world and his pathetic human race and what they were capable of when they were presented with something new that posted a threat to their egos. Humans were nothing but instincts under mutant's feet trying to stomp them out. Well Magneto was going to see fit that that did not happen. Years ago there were few like himself but the chain of evolution was hard at work and with his aid he would populate the entire world with mutants. With Magneto, you were either with me, or against him.

"Mystique, go to Xavier's make yourself invisible. See what you can find. Charles may already be looking for the girl and it he finds out where she is, we will intercept."

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The Professor

Charles Frances Xavier had started a school, a school for mutants. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters as it was publicly known. Few outside of the mutant race know that Xavier's was a safe haven for mutants all over the world. Logan was finding all this to be a load of crap but as he toured the grounds listening to the cripple rattle on about mutant rights and how many of the students here were a danger to themselves as well as all those around them he had formed the X-Men Jean, Scott, and Ororo being his first students to ever help learn to control there powers. Charles found it adamant to prepare his students for the world, teaching them that not all the world was fair that there were mutants that thought differently from himself and his team, that's were the Brotherhood came in.

"I believe that you were targeted by Magneto and his associate Sabertooth." Charles said as they re-entered the institute sitting in outside of one of Storms classes.

"What's a Magneto?" Logan arched a brow slowly as he turned his attentions toward the class for a moment longer as the lush Ororo paraded the room teaching her history class her white top showing more cleavage than was needed in a class full of hormone crazed mutant teenage boys. The shirt was having its own effects on him.

"A very powerful mutant, from the x-ray's Jean took I believe that it is your rather unique abilities that he is after. He probably would like to recruit you as a member."

Charles sat folding his hands in his lap as he looked out of the glass window into the class room. Logan did have very unique abilities, but he was also very messed up, mentally at any rate. His body could heal from almost anything and because of that it also made it impossible to determine his age. Logan could very well be older than himself, but aside from that Logan had suffered some very damaging mental images in his life time that he can consciously remember. It often took a very long time to put such things behind ones self, and from the inside of Logan's mind which Charles had spent extensive hours studying was on the self loathing side, not only for the things he had done but most recently for the young woman Marie or Rogue as she called herself now. Charles would like to find her, and bring her back here. To give her a safe place, as well as possibly help her get control of her powers.

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Staring off into the class room. Magneto wanted him. Well wasn't he popular. Logan wasn't at all worried about this Magneto character that Xavier spoke it. At the moment he was staring into the chocolate chestnut hair of the young girl who had run straight through Xavier's office door. There wasn't anything else familiar about her, only the hair of course it was too short to have been Marie but the color and texture made him think of her, wherever she was he hoped that she was okay. Probably damn glad to be the fuck away from such a sorry bastard like himself. Logan didn't belong here, or anywhere else for that matter but for the short amount of time that Marie had been traveling with him it had felt like maybe somehow he had belonged somewhere, to her maybe. But that was just bullshit, she was too young, he was too old, she was too innocent, and he was too jaded. There was nothing between them other than the fact that they had very nearly killed one another a few nights ago.

He would have liked to have seen her before she left, of course he would have made her stay talked her into it somehow. But tell her that he hadn't meant to hurt her, the very thing that had woken him from nightmares seeing her face pleading up to him as his claw's were buried deep inside of her chest.

Logan understood that this was where Marie belonged, somewhere were she could become an adult not that she already wasn't one. She'd been through hard times she was a stripper for fucks sake! A kid like that didn't belong in a place like that. He guessed that was part of why he had been so drawn to her when he first saw her was that. He felt very protective of her. Because of her age, because of her innocence, that was all he needed to tell himself. He didn't need to think about what it would feel like to touch that creamy silk poisoned skin, to breath in the smell of her hair. To see those orb like brown eyes staring up at him with much to much adoration than he deserved.

"I can help you find her, Logan."

Logan flinched away. Every time he heard Xavier's voice inside of his head he wondered if he knew just how fucked up it was that he could read his thoughts. Read anyone's thoughts for that matter.

Turning away, Logan put his back to the class folding his arms over his chest staring down into that big bald domed head of the Professor his jaw tightening. "This isn't your mistake to fix."

"That is true Logan, but I can find her. It is in my grasp, it would be up to you what you did once she is found." Charles moved the joy stick on his wheel chair maneuvering himself around as a replica of Bobby Drake turned and walked away from them. Eavesdropping on their entire conversation.