Xavier Mansion
Logan paced Xavier's office. He couldn't believe it. Neraida was Diana's daughter. Why hadn't Diana told him? Who was the girl's father? Why didn't Diana get to raise her daughter? Why did that doctor raise her? Was the doctor her father? Why hadn't Diana told him?
"Logan," Scott said coming into the office.
"What?" Logan snapped.
"Ok," Scott said. "Diana is waking up."
"Good! Know we can get some answers," Logan stormed past him towards the elevator.
"Um, Logan" Scott followed. "Have you considered that maybe Diana didn't want us to know for a reason?"
"Well, it's to late now," Logan said. "And it's probably about time that girl knew who her parents are."
"But maybe..."
"No, but maybes," Logan turned slightly. "I want answers."
A few minutes later, they came to the lab. Jean was changing the dressing Neraida's wound. It really was kinda miraculous that they hadn't died. It was all thanks to Jean and the state of the art equipment in the lab. Who would have thought that Jean would save Diana.
"She's coming around, too," Jean said pointing to Neraida
"Wolverine?" Diana sounded disoriented.
"It's Logan," he said. "And I'm right here. Now I have a question. Why didn't you tell us?"
"Tell you what?"
"Well, she hide Riley maturity for a long time," Jean said. "Maybe she thought she could do the same about Neraida's."
"But Riley knows who his mom is," Logan said. "Neraida has no idea about hers."
"Would someone like to explain what you are talking about?" Diana begged.
"We know the truth," Jean sneered.
Logan threw Jean a sidelong glance warning her to shut up. "We know that Neraida is your daughter."
"WHAT?" Diana scream. Pain lanced out from her wound, causing her to close her eye tight. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I don't have a daughter."
"Yes you do," Logan said. "Jean ran a DNA comparison test. 95% percent that she is yours. So who is the father?"
"I don't remember ever being pregnant," Diana shook her head. She was still in shock. "And I hear that giving birth is a very painful experience. One you aren't likely to forget."
"So you didn't keep information from us? Scott said. Diana shook her head again. "Well that settles it."
"No, Scott, we have a new question" Xavier and Ororo came into the lab. Xavier wheeled up to the opposite side of the bed. "Why doesn't Diana remember?"
"They did erase my memory," Diana filled with rage. "He lied to me!"
"Who did?" Xavier said.
"Dr. Mikley," Logan said.
"I can't believe he lied to me," Diana said. She looked over to where Neraida was on a bed. "What happened to her?"
"Tigera shot her," Xavier said. "She shot both of you. Jean and Ororo preformed emergency surgery on both of you. Neraida will be fine, same as you."
"I'm going to kill Tigera," Diana said sitting up.
"Hold on," Logan pushed on her shoulders.
Diana let Logan push her back into the bed. He was right. She was in no condition to go charging off after Tigera. No. The tigerlady would reappear. And when she did. Diana looked at Neraida again. She was glad the girl was going to be ok. But who in the world was her father?
Paris
Dr. Tomas Mikley stared at the screen. He took a deep breath. They were going to be fine. Their dots had returned to normal meaning that their life signs were returning to normal. However, that didn't change Mikley's mind. It was time he saw Diana again. Let her know about the real threat. The threat that was bigger than Tigera and Sabertooth.
He checked his watch. He needed to get to the airport. The plane was scheduled to take off in a little over an hour. He had to get to America and fast.
Xavier's Mansion
Neraida sat on a bench in the yard. Her mother hadn't known. Hadn't known that she'd had a child. All those years, she had wondered what kind of mother abandons her child. All the years she'd feared finding her mother. All the years she'd know that it couldn't have been willingly. The fact that Diana's memory had been erased meant that someone didn't want her to know.
Neraida smiled slightly. She still couldn't think of Diana as her mother. It was just too weird. She was also very curious as to who her father was.
"Well, I guess that explains why Rogue kept swearing you reminded her of someone," Logan plopped down on the bench next to her.
"Guess so," Neraida replied halfheartedly as a lock of her black hair fell between them
"Now you are starting to sound like Rogue." Logan pushed the lock behind her ear.
"Is that good or bad?"
"Neither. Both."
"Oh, yes, that makes sense." Neraida said. "About as much sense as my mother not knowing about me." She didn't mean for the venom to enter her voice.
"Hey!" Logan snapped. "They erased her memory."
"I know," Neraida sighed. "I guess I'm just mad."
"At who?" Logan asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, trust me. It won't help."
"I know."
"I'm so sorry." Diana sat down on the other side of Neraida.
"You shouldn't be," Neraida said. "You were the one that had something stolen from you. And what about my father."
"I'm been thinking about that. I just wonder how much of my memory they erased." Shock came across Diana's face as she stared past Neraida to Logan. "Unless..."
"What?" Logan said.
"We had a target once who was working on equipment to allowed a person to fabricate memories and change them into chemical signals that the brain could use." Diana's eyes filled with shock. "Everything I remember could be a lie if the project continued his research."
"Or maybe the guy finished the research himself," Logan said. "You know to get back at us."
"Um, he was one of our targets," Diana said. "And we tended to be working under a wanted dead contract."
"Lovely," Logan said.
Neraida laughed slightly. "He really has no clue, does he?"
"None at all," Diana smiled.
"I suddenly feel out numbered." Logan grumbled.
The mother and daughter laughed.
"See," Logan said. "You are more alike than you thought."
"Thanks, Logan," Neraida said.
"And that's what I'm here for," Logan said. "And I think dinner is ready."
Logan found Diana lying on her bed later that evening. She was on her stomach with her head on her crosses hands. She seemed to be deep in thought. He felt worse for her than he was letting on. For someone to steal a mother's memories of her child, and take away all her knowledge of the father, it was just sick.
"Diana," he said tentatively, not wanting to startle her.
"I'm fine Logan," Diana's voice wasn't very convincing.
"No you aren't," Logan said sitting on her bed. "First you get shot, and now this."
"Just leave me alone," She rolled onto her side, away from him.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. "I can't do that and you know it."
"Why not?" She rolled onto her back. Tears stained her checks. She looked so hurt and vulnerable.
"Because I'm your friend."
She closed her eyes and sat up. "Maybe I want to be alone."
"Sorry, but you aren't getting what you want then," Logan tried to smile.
Unexpectedly, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder. He put his arms around her, and squeezed her gently just to let her know it would be all right. Eventually her tears subsided. He decided that she had cried herself to sleep. He placed her back on the bed.
Diana grabbed his hand when her turned to leave. So she wasn't asleep.
"Don't," she said.
Logan looked down at her. "I thought you wanted to be left alone?"
"Stay, please."
Logan leaned down to kiss her goodnight, but she put her arms around him again and he released he wasn't surprised by the passion in her kiss. Something, somewhere inside him, had missed it. Had longed for it all these years. He allowed himself to get pulled into the bed with her,
Rogue frowned at Logan bed. It hadn't been slept in. She'd knocked on his door. He'd missed breakfast. And now he wasn't here either. Maybe he'd left. But without telling her? Maybe she should check the garage. She headed back down the hall. She stopped when she'd reached Diana's door. She knocked.
Logan answered the door. He was only wearing a towel, which was wrapped around his waist. Rogue just stared at him. He'd stayed with Diana. They had... Rogue didn't want to think about it. She reached up and pulled off his tag, dropping it at his feet.
"You missed breakfast," she said coldly. She turned and ran down the hall.
Jean smiled slightly as she watched Logan stand perplexed in the doorway of Diana's room. She wished she could say she was surprised that he'd slept with Diana, but she couldn't. Her jealously flared up again. She could almost hear Xavier's voice telling her to gain control. To hell, with control. Logan had just broken Rogue's heart. And as far as they knew, Diana could be married. Just because she didn't remember if she was that didn't give her the right to cheat on him if she was.
Logan paced Xavier's office. He couldn't believe it. Neraida was Diana's daughter. Why hadn't Diana told him? Who was the girl's father? Why didn't Diana get to raise her daughter? Why did that doctor raise her? Was the doctor her father? Why hadn't Diana told him?
"Logan," Scott said coming into the office.
"What?" Logan snapped.
"Ok," Scott said. "Diana is waking up."
"Good! Know we can get some answers," Logan stormed past him towards the elevator.
"Um, Logan" Scott followed. "Have you considered that maybe Diana didn't want us to know for a reason?"
"Well, it's to late now," Logan said. "And it's probably about time that girl knew who her parents are."
"But maybe..."
"No, but maybes," Logan turned slightly. "I want answers."
A few minutes later, they came to the lab. Jean was changing the dressing Neraida's wound. It really was kinda miraculous that they hadn't died. It was all thanks to Jean and the state of the art equipment in the lab. Who would have thought that Jean would save Diana.
"She's coming around, too," Jean said pointing to Neraida
"Wolverine?" Diana sounded disoriented.
"It's Logan," he said. "And I'm right here. Now I have a question. Why didn't you tell us?"
"Tell you what?"
"Well, she hide Riley maturity for a long time," Jean said. "Maybe she thought she could do the same about Neraida's."
"But Riley knows who his mom is," Logan said. "Neraida has no idea about hers."
"Would someone like to explain what you are talking about?" Diana begged.
"We know the truth," Jean sneered.
Logan threw Jean a sidelong glance warning her to shut up. "We know that Neraida is your daughter."
"WHAT?" Diana scream. Pain lanced out from her wound, causing her to close her eye tight. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I don't have a daughter."
"Yes you do," Logan said. "Jean ran a DNA comparison test. 95% percent that she is yours. So who is the father?"
"I don't remember ever being pregnant," Diana shook her head. She was still in shock. "And I hear that giving birth is a very painful experience. One you aren't likely to forget."
"So you didn't keep information from us? Scott said. Diana shook her head again. "Well that settles it."
"No, Scott, we have a new question" Xavier and Ororo came into the lab. Xavier wheeled up to the opposite side of the bed. "Why doesn't Diana remember?"
"They did erase my memory," Diana filled with rage. "He lied to me!"
"Who did?" Xavier said.
"Dr. Mikley," Logan said.
"I can't believe he lied to me," Diana said. She looked over to where Neraida was on a bed. "What happened to her?"
"Tigera shot her," Xavier said. "She shot both of you. Jean and Ororo preformed emergency surgery on both of you. Neraida will be fine, same as you."
"I'm going to kill Tigera," Diana said sitting up.
"Hold on," Logan pushed on her shoulders.
Diana let Logan push her back into the bed. He was right. She was in no condition to go charging off after Tigera. No. The tigerlady would reappear. And when she did. Diana looked at Neraida again. She was glad the girl was going to be ok. But who in the world was her father?
Paris
Dr. Tomas Mikley stared at the screen. He took a deep breath. They were going to be fine. Their dots had returned to normal meaning that their life signs were returning to normal. However, that didn't change Mikley's mind. It was time he saw Diana again. Let her know about the real threat. The threat that was bigger than Tigera and Sabertooth.
He checked his watch. He needed to get to the airport. The plane was scheduled to take off in a little over an hour. He had to get to America and fast.
Xavier's Mansion
Neraida sat on a bench in the yard. Her mother hadn't known. Hadn't known that she'd had a child. All those years, she had wondered what kind of mother abandons her child. All the years she'd feared finding her mother. All the years she'd know that it couldn't have been willingly. The fact that Diana's memory had been erased meant that someone didn't want her to know.
Neraida smiled slightly. She still couldn't think of Diana as her mother. It was just too weird. She was also very curious as to who her father was.
"Well, I guess that explains why Rogue kept swearing you reminded her of someone," Logan plopped down on the bench next to her.
"Guess so," Neraida replied halfheartedly as a lock of her black hair fell between them
"Now you are starting to sound like Rogue." Logan pushed the lock behind her ear.
"Is that good or bad?"
"Neither. Both."
"Oh, yes, that makes sense." Neraida said. "About as much sense as my mother not knowing about me." She didn't mean for the venom to enter her voice.
"Hey!" Logan snapped. "They erased her memory."
"I know," Neraida sighed. "I guess I'm just mad."
"At who?" Logan asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, trust me. It won't help."
"I know."
"I'm so sorry." Diana sat down on the other side of Neraida.
"You shouldn't be," Neraida said. "You were the one that had something stolen from you. And what about my father."
"I'm been thinking about that. I just wonder how much of my memory they erased." Shock came across Diana's face as she stared past Neraida to Logan. "Unless..."
"What?" Logan said.
"We had a target once who was working on equipment to allowed a person to fabricate memories and change them into chemical signals that the brain could use." Diana's eyes filled with shock. "Everything I remember could be a lie if the project continued his research."
"Or maybe the guy finished the research himself," Logan said. "You know to get back at us."
"Um, he was one of our targets," Diana said. "And we tended to be working under a wanted dead contract."
"Lovely," Logan said.
Neraida laughed slightly. "He really has no clue, does he?"
"None at all," Diana smiled.
"I suddenly feel out numbered." Logan grumbled.
The mother and daughter laughed.
"See," Logan said. "You are more alike than you thought."
"Thanks, Logan," Neraida said.
"And that's what I'm here for," Logan said. "And I think dinner is ready."
Logan found Diana lying on her bed later that evening. She was on her stomach with her head on her crosses hands. She seemed to be deep in thought. He felt worse for her than he was letting on. For someone to steal a mother's memories of her child, and take away all her knowledge of the father, it was just sick.
"Diana," he said tentatively, not wanting to startle her.
"I'm fine Logan," Diana's voice wasn't very convincing.
"No you aren't," Logan said sitting on her bed. "First you get shot, and now this."
"Just leave me alone," She rolled onto her side, away from him.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. "I can't do that and you know it."
"Why not?" She rolled onto her back. Tears stained her checks. She looked so hurt and vulnerable.
"Because I'm your friend."
She closed her eyes and sat up. "Maybe I want to be alone."
"Sorry, but you aren't getting what you want then," Logan tried to smile.
Unexpectedly, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder. He put his arms around her, and squeezed her gently just to let her know it would be all right. Eventually her tears subsided. He decided that she had cried herself to sleep. He placed her back on the bed.
Diana grabbed his hand when her turned to leave. So she wasn't asleep.
"Don't," she said.
Logan looked down at her. "I thought you wanted to be left alone?"
"Stay, please."
Logan leaned down to kiss her goodnight, but she put her arms around him again and he released he wasn't surprised by the passion in her kiss. Something, somewhere inside him, had missed it. Had longed for it all these years. He allowed himself to get pulled into the bed with her,
Rogue frowned at Logan bed. It hadn't been slept in. She'd knocked on his door. He'd missed breakfast. And now he wasn't here either. Maybe he'd left. But without telling her? Maybe she should check the garage. She headed back down the hall. She stopped when she'd reached Diana's door. She knocked.
Logan answered the door. He was only wearing a towel, which was wrapped around his waist. Rogue just stared at him. He'd stayed with Diana. They had... Rogue didn't want to think about it. She reached up and pulled off his tag, dropping it at his feet.
"You missed breakfast," she said coldly. She turned and ran down the hall.
Jean smiled slightly as she watched Logan stand perplexed in the doorway of Diana's room. She wished she could say she was surprised that he'd slept with Diana, but she couldn't. Her jealously flared up again. She could almost hear Xavier's voice telling her to gain control. To hell, with control. Logan had just broken Rogue's heart. And as far as they knew, Diana could be married. Just because she didn't remember if she was that didn't give her the right to cheat on him if she was.