After a shower and some coffee, she set out to find her uncle. Strangely
enough he was in his office.
"Ah, hello Emma. What can I do for you?"
She frowned slightly. "What makes you think I came for something? Maybe I just want to have a conversation with my uncle."
He was silent, and cocked an eyebrow slightly.
"You know, it's not polite to go into a person's mind without permission." She flopped down in a chair and sighed. "It's Logan."
"Before you ask, I have tried to help him with his memory loss, but I was unsuccessful."
"Oh. I was thinking, maybe I could help?" He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "I know what you're going to say. I'm not very experienced and my powers need work, but maybe I could see something you didn't. Our powers work differently."
"And how would you go about seeking his memory?"
"I don't know. My retrieval skills are limited."
"I will think about it. Have you discussed this with Logan?"
"No, I thought it was best to speak to you first... And I think he's mad at me." She grimaced.
Her uncle smiled. "I'm sure he'll be fine." He stopped Emma just before she opened the door. "And your camouflage of that burn is working. Not on me, but on the others."
She looked back at him and smiled, somewhat sadly.
**********
Either Wolverine was avoiding her, or Emma wasn't very good at finding him. Maybe both. She really hoped he wasn't mad at her. Firstly because he was a large and powerful mutant, with a temper and he would be a nasty enemy. And second because Emma sensed that he was really a kind man under his rough exterior, and she really wanted to get to know him better. No doubt he isolated himself because of his lost past. Perhaps if she could help his recover it, he might be more friendly to people.
She was surprised when he came knocking on her door. She'd been reading, not expecting any visitors, much less Logan. Maybe she'd been wrong about him.
"Logan, hi." She invited him in. He didn't say anything, so she figured that she'd start. "Listen, I'm sorry if I offended you last night. I didn't know-"
"It's all right. I overreacted. It's just a sore spot. I should be apologising."
"Well okay, we're both sorry then." She smiled. "I uh, I don't know if Charles spoke to you-"
"No, he hasn't... what about?"
"Well, I think that I might be able to help. I know he's tried, but my gift is different, I might get a better result." She saw the flash of hope in his eyes, brief as it was. It was soon buried in his hard mask.
"I'd appreciate that." He sounded calm, but she knew he was eager. Who wouldn't be? Her uncle's unspoken warning echoed briefly in her mind, but she chose to ignore it.
"I could have a go now if you like." He didn't say anything. "Please, sit down."
He sat on the edge of her bed, and she sat near him, her legs crossed beneath her. She took a deep breath.
"What do I do?" He sounded almost nervous. *Almost.*
"Just relax. Go with it." Emma closed her eyes and reached out her arms, her fingertips lightly brushing his temples. She reached into his mind, pushing carefully past his foremost mind and into his subconscious.
There was resistance, like a black cloud closing around her. She kept going, her teeth clenched. It was harder than anything she'd ever attempted before.
Then there was a flash of green light. Emma concentrated harder and her head began to ache. She knew she should pull back before she injured herself, but she knew she was close. She focused on the flash of light, and was greeted with a horrific image.
He lay there, strapped to an operating table. He was wide-awake and screaming as they cut into him.
Her mind reeled as she beheld the horrible scene. Then suddenly, she wasn't watching anymore, but it was her on the table. Tall men in surgical gowns cut into her body, cutting so much she thought she would die, but she never did.
A strangled cry came from her throat and tears cascaded down her cheeks. But her green eyes were wide and unblinking. Logan opened his eyes and grabbed her hands, lowering them. She didn't break from the trance, so he grabbed her shoulders and shook her none too gently. She blinked quickly, confused for a moment until she saw him.
"Oh my god..." Her voice was little more than a whisper. Her body began to shake as she wept. A little confused as to what she had seen, Logan hugged her to his chest. Emma cried into him, grateful for his support.
"Ah, hello Emma. What can I do for you?"
She frowned slightly. "What makes you think I came for something? Maybe I just want to have a conversation with my uncle."
He was silent, and cocked an eyebrow slightly.
"You know, it's not polite to go into a person's mind without permission." She flopped down in a chair and sighed. "It's Logan."
"Before you ask, I have tried to help him with his memory loss, but I was unsuccessful."
"Oh. I was thinking, maybe I could help?" He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "I know what you're going to say. I'm not very experienced and my powers need work, but maybe I could see something you didn't. Our powers work differently."
"And how would you go about seeking his memory?"
"I don't know. My retrieval skills are limited."
"I will think about it. Have you discussed this with Logan?"
"No, I thought it was best to speak to you first... And I think he's mad at me." She grimaced.
Her uncle smiled. "I'm sure he'll be fine." He stopped Emma just before she opened the door. "And your camouflage of that burn is working. Not on me, but on the others."
She looked back at him and smiled, somewhat sadly.
**********
Either Wolverine was avoiding her, or Emma wasn't very good at finding him. Maybe both. She really hoped he wasn't mad at her. Firstly because he was a large and powerful mutant, with a temper and he would be a nasty enemy. And second because Emma sensed that he was really a kind man under his rough exterior, and she really wanted to get to know him better. No doubt he isolated himself because of his lost past. Perhaps if she could help his recover it, he might be more friendly to people.
She was surprised when he came knocking on her door. She'd been reading, not expecting any visitors, much less Logan. Maybe she'd been wrong about him.
"Logan, hi." She invited him in. He didn't say anything, so she figured that she'd start. "Listen, I'm sorry if I offended you last night. I didn't know-"
"It's all right. I overreacted. It's just a sore spot. I should be apologising."
"Well okay, we're both sorry then." She smiled. "I uh, I don't know if Charles spoke to you-"
"No, he hasn't... what about?"
"Well, I think that I might be able to help. I know he's tried, but my gift is different, I might get a better result." She saw the flash of hope in his eyes, brief as it was. It was soon buried in his hard mask.
"I'd appreciate that." He sounded calm, but she knew he was eager. Who wouldn't be? Her uncle's unspoken warning echoed briefly in her mind, but she chose to ignore it.
"I could have a go now if you like." He didn't say anything. "Please, sit down."
He sat on the edge of her bed, and she sat near him, her legs crossed beneath her. She took a deep breath.
"What do I do?" He sounded almost nervous. *Almost.*
"Just relax. Go with it." Emma closed her eyes and reached out her arms, her fingertips lightly brushing his temples. She reached into his mind, pushing carefully past his foremost mind and into his subconscious.
There was resistance, like a black cloud closing around her. She kept going, her teeth clenched. It was harder than anything she'd ever attempted before.
Then there was a flash of green light. Emma concentrated harder and her head began to ache. She knew she should pull back before she injured herself, but she knew she was close. She focused on the flash of light, and was greeted with a horrific image.
He lay there, strapped to an operating table. He was wide-awake and screaming as they cut into him.
Her mind reeled as she beheld the horrible scene. Then suddenly, she wasn't watching anymore, but it was her on the table. Tall men in surgical gowns cut into her body, cutting so much she thought she would die, but she never did.
A strangled cry came from her throat and tears cascaded down her cheeks. But her green eyes were wide and unblinking. Logan opened his eyes and grabbed her hands, lowering them. She didn't break from the trance, so he grabbed her shoulders and shook her none too gently. She blinked quickly, confused for a moment until she saw him.
"Oh my god..." Her voice was little more than a whisper. Her body began to shake as she wept. A little confused as to what she had seen, Logan hugged her to his chest. Emma cried into him, grateful for his support.