A/N:

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Author: I'm back!

Readers: Prove it!

Author: This story's a dick!

Readers: Okay!

Hrm. Sorry, had to have that dialogue. Anyway, have you missed me? Who I am? Oh, of course you wouldn't remember – it's over two months since last time I updated this story... Anyway, I have this enormous writer's block (damn, lazy muse who only wants holidays), so if it wasn't for Rin Berry's ::gasp!::, I probably wouldn't bother writing another chapter. Sorry guys, that's the truth. As for your question, Lillian N B: I seriously hope that you meant 200 years old, not 2000. If you meant 2000, somebody has really done something wrong when teaching you about (what's it's name?) what we mean with 18th century and so on. (18th century = the years 1700 to 1800.) And yes, he's probably about 250 years old, I think. A bit much, yes, but... it worked out that way.

Just so you know it: This chapter was really hard to write. I repeat: Really.Hard.To.Write. So bear with me if it's bad. And just so you know it: It might take another two months to write the next chapter. Sorry. That's just the way it is. I hope not all of you have abandoned me. Oh, and blahblahblah means mindspeech. Now, I present:

Out of the Past

Chapter three: Flashbacks

***FLASHBACK***

She was running. She felt branches snatch after her clothes and hair, but didn't stop as she ran through the woods.

Who are you running from?

She could hear the hounds behind her, barking as they discovered her trail. The FOH-ers' hounds... She stifled back a sob, and ran down another trail. She could hear the river, faintly somewhere in front of her...

Who are you running to?

Wolvie. She had to find Wolvie. He was the only one who could save her... She didn't notice the tears that ran freely down her cheeks. She just ran.

The river was much louder now. Suddenly she tripped over a branch on the ground, hidden by moss and fallen leaves. She tumbled down a slope, getting a cut on her knee. She hardly noticed it. She picked up speed as the slope became a cliff, and she fell down and down and-

SPLASH!

The current of the river pulled her swiftly downstream. She tried to get her head over the water, but didn't have the strength needed to fight the strong current. Her lungs burned for air. She groped after a rock to pull herself up with, and got more cuts for her effort. At least she got over the water long enough to take a swift gasp of air before the current dragged her under again.

She recognised the increasing booming of the waterfall and the river picking up speed too late. The last thing she thought as she fell down the waterfall and hit the foaming water under it, was: At least the FOH'ers won't find me after all this water.

Then her forehead hit a rock, and all went black.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

She drifted through a grey haze, as if in half doze. Voices drifted to her ear.

"Are she gonna be okay, Hank?" It was Wolvie. She could have cried in relief at hearing that dear, familiar voice.

"For the hundreth time, Logan, yes. She just has some rest to make up for."

She opened her eyes slowly. Her lids felt like they weighed a ton. She was in the med lab. To one side of her bed Hank was busying himself with some read-outs on a computer. To the other long side stood-

"Wolvie!" she cried out and flung herself at him, ending up hugging his waist (she was still lying in the bed).

"Hey, easy there, darlin'," he smiled as she scooped herself up into a sitting position. She felt a warm glow inside herself and smiled back. I always could make him smile. They looked at each other.

"Ya okay?" Logan asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah," she smiled.

He relaxed a little. "Um, there's someone I want ya ta meet," he said and stepped a little aside so a blonde girl she hadn't noticed before came into more view.

"Uh, hi," she (not the blonde) said. She looked from the girl to Wolvie and back again. Two pairs of steel grey eyes. "Oh. It wasn't Wolvie who found me, was it?"

"No," the girl said.

"So, she steeled herself for the worst, "who are you?"

Logan cleared his throat a little. "Sara, this is Jubilee," he said. "Jubes, this is, uh, my little sister..."