Author's note- Alright here goes the second chapter of the day or night depending on where you live! By the way, these two chapters are dedicated to Chamberlineofmusic! Get good girl!

The third chapter is under some serious reconstruction so you'll have to wait for it, but I will try really hard to make time for it. I'm in the middle of putting up another story so my time is split between three now!

Again, special thanks to my Beta aiRo25 who makes these chapters so pretty!

Chapter 38

He felt his bones crack against each other, metal clinking against metal. He sat up rolling his head back against his neck. He glanced over at Michaela who was lost in thought as usual. He couldn't tell what she was thinking about, whether it was good or bad. He seriously doubted it could be good though, there was nothing good to think about here.

He was sitting there trying to keep his despair and anger at bay when he smelt that familiar smell again. Were did he know it from? He knew it was a person's smell. A person who shouldn't be here. They smelt like fresh air. They smelt like the outdoors and something else. He couldn't figure out what was so familiar about it.

It wasn't the normal familiarity he knew. It was sort of muted. Like a muted scent that he knew well. It confused him, he had no idea how that was possible. It was though. He couldn't deny it. His sense of smell never lied, not once in his twenty years of memories.

He stood up quickly, he couldn't sit around anymore. He had always been a man of action, waiting had never been his forte. Especially when he could be escaping. He wished he knew how. It seemed impossible. There was definitely no way out of this room. He knew if he could just get out f the cell, he could get out completely. This room was just too good. It was built to hold him.

The muted scent got stronger filling his senses and tightening his alertness. His ears strained to hear the person whose scent was nagging at him. He felt like it was right in front of his face. As he paced the room it became less pronounced, as if it was getting farther and farther away. Soon it was barely there, the smell only lingering in the air mixing in with all the others smells of this miserable prison. The person must be gone.

Logan let out a frustrated growl as he rammed a fist into the wall, his skin splitting as cement pieces forced their way in under the pressure of his adimantium lined fist. He scowled picking the jagged piece out hastily allowing his skin to knit back together as his healing factor kicked in.

He didn't know. He had to do something, they had to get out. There were just sitting ducks here, just waiting for whatever they wanted to do to them. He refused to get another injection. The pain was unbearable. He only knew of one thing that had ever hurt worse than that.

He didn't really remember it, but he woke up in a sweat every time he dreamt of it. He wasn't losing his memory...again. It was one of the most important things to him, it was bad enough he didn't have more than twenty years of it.

He wasn't losing what he was now.

He wasn't losing Logan.

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Rogue stormed away from Ororo's office completely livid. They just didn't get it did they? They just didn't understand the facts, the importance of time. Rogue couldn't believe Ororo believed she needed more rest. Hank too.

"Too much stress on your body." She was pretty sure she knew how much her body could or could not take. They didn't get that she might be the only one able to save Logan. She heard a soft almost unheard footstep behind her. She scowled, rolling her eyes and walked faster.

"Don't be like dat Chére." She heard the soft Cajun accent as it floated between the two and she walked even faster.

"Idiot." She thought angrily. He hadn't even helped her case. He just stood there silently in the corner. When Hank asked his opinion he only shrugged. Shrugged! Well, that helped her a lot!

She fumed her way to her room trying to ignore him completely. She turned the corner to the girl's dormitory flying the rest of the way to her room in hopes of being faster than the Cajun thief. She opened the door just enough to squeeze through and slammed the door shut. The only problem seemed to be that it bounced back open as a dark southern boot stood in its way of closing.

She slammed it harder, leaning her weight into it trying to get the boot out of her doorway. It didn't do much. The boot stayed in place not moving and she heard a deep throaty chuckle that made her heart skip a beat.

"Dat's not very nice, Chérie." She abandoned her efforts with the door and retreated to her bed; where she proceeded to pout stubbornly. She turned to face away from the door as she heard the door click in place and the absence of the footsteps she should have heard with the sneaky theif's entrance.

"Go away." She scowled outlining each word with venomous anger. How dare he shrug and say nothing to help her out! Hank had asked him if he thought she was overexerted and he said he supposed so. As if it didn't matter. He had sided with them! That was what mattered! Why would he side with them!? She didn't feel any pain.

She knew it had come from Logan. She wasn't sure how yet, but it was fact.

She wasn't sure how her powers worked either. But that didn't mean that every time she touched someone she didn't suck their life force out just because she didn't know why.

'Precautions' Ororo had said. Well those same precautions were causing more time from their search for Logan.

More time Logan was…there, the more things they could do to him.

"Please Chére. Dey have a point." She turned on him, standing next to him in an instant. Her angry green eyes pierced through the Cajun. She seethed with anger at him and was fully prepared to yell at him for siding with them, when she found her voice was stuck in her throat.

She hadn't been reckoning that the simple look on his face could make her brain stutter to a halt. His glasses had slid down from her efforts with the door and his burning scarlet eyes were staring with just the slightest hint of pleading in them. She wasn't used to being able to read anything on his face, or in his fierce eyes.

It took a moment before she was able to remember exactly why she was angry with him. She didn't look look away from his face, but tried to put on her angriest face once more.

"They have absolutely no point. They're wrong." She said crossing her arms. " Ah'm fahn. It was Logan!" She realized that it didn't make much sense, but not much was at the moment.

"Logan can't make ya feel all dat pain. It don't make sense Chérie." Remy said his eyes still revealed and the curious yet concerned look was filling his devilish eyes.

"It's not like that." She said shaking her head and leaning back as she suddenly realized how close she was to him with some discomfort. "It's the part of him in mah head that's doin' it.

It's like how I take people's powa's, but it's comin' back like in reverse. Ah don't know. It's like the door neva closed or somethin'." She mumbled the last bit to herself more than Remy.

"Even so. It's dangerous for ya. Hank said ya body was under too much stress." He said as his eyes finally turned away and released her gaze. She frowned to herself at this thought and his face was a blank pallet once more.

"Ya don't kow how much pain he's in Remy." She said her voice turning quiet and soft as she wrapped her arms around herself thinking about it. "He's so angry…and trapped."

"When ain't he angry?" He thought, though he reprimanded himself afterward. This was serious.

Remy turned his gaze towards her slender form again. Her gloved hand was wrapped around the upper part of her arm. Though he gladly took in the girl's form, he didn't look at her eyes again. He seemed to give too much away when he did. She seemed to have a talent for making him do stupid things.

"Ah'm the only one who can help him Remy." He looked at her face again as her quiet little voice filled the room. She had barley whispered but it hit him like a brick wall. It was just her tone that shook the Cajun.

"Den Remy'll help ya." He replied smoothly as she turned around, that cute suspicious little look in her green eyes as she asked him why.

"If ya really gonna do dis, which ya too stubborn not ta; den Remy not gonna let ya do it alone. Whatever 'dis' is." He said with a small smile as she suddenly got that cute smile on her pink lips.

"Thanks." Her shy little voice making his own smile widen. He wondered how girls got so embarressed when it was obvious the guys or him in this case were there for them.

He shook himself mentally wiping his features except what he wanted there. There she went making him show too much again.

"Let's just go an' talk ta Storm again. Remy think she might change her mind." He said slyly as he walked over to the door. He opened it, slipping his glasses back into their position. He looked at the door a little disdainfully. That girl had some amount of strength in her. His foot still hurt.

"Kay." Her sweet southern drawl came to his ears as she slipped past him filling him with the strange warmth when her covered shoulder brushed past his chest. He shook his head as he followed her out.

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She looked through the trees at the steel fortress hidden as a warehouse. She had just emerged from there as stealthily as she had entered.

'She' was there alright. She herself had heard hertortured screams. She had finally found her. After all these years. As she feared, they had her. It had been eight years and she had never given up, never given up the hope that she was alive and could be found. Could be saved just as Jason hadn't been able to.

She felt her hand move to the precious flower hanging from her neck. She shook her head from the memories. This was no time for that. She had successfully infiltrated twice without being apprehended. Now she only needed a plan. They would pay for what they did to her and her family.

They would pay.....starting here.

Author's Note- Alright...there it is! Chapter 38! Don't forget to review!!!! That little button is rather lonley.....you don't want that....do you????