**
She was young again.
"Your parents don't want you to come with me do they?" Charles didn't sound surprised. "But it's not just their choice, it's also yours. You will always be welcome at the Institute." He gave her a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "When you are ready to, we want you to join us."
**
"We don't know what Magneto's plotting, but we do know that we need to gather our strength, which means-"
"That you want me to come back to Bayville. I can't... I can't go back to being a super hero just yet. I have a little bit of normality to deal with."
**
**********
"Emma?" Logan waved a hand in front of her unfocused eyes. She'd just fazed out, staring at a point near the floor.
She blinked, and looked confused for a moment. "Oh. Sorry, what were you saying?" She rubbed her forehead with her left hand.
He bent down and retrieved the uniform from the floor. She'd dropped it when she zoned out. "You dropped this."
"Thanks." She looked down at it.
**********
With her memories came dreams. Or perhaps nightmares is a more appropriate word. She understood that the things she saw were fragments of her memory that had been twisted and warped by her psyche. But that didn't make them any better. Emma believed that if she could understand what she was remembering in her sleep, the nightmares would fade.
It took another week to remember the majority of her past. All that was missing was her relationship with Logan.
"I don't understand why it's not coming through. I know it happened."
Emma was pacing up and down her Uncle's office. He felt sure there should be a hole in the carpet.
"I get little snippets, a few seconds of something and then it just vanishes."
Charles pondered for a few moments while she paced. Finally he spoke, slowly. "Perhaps you are preventing yourself from remembering?"
She stopped. "What? Why would I?"
"Well the last time you left here it was... less than amiable between you. I don't really know what happened -" He lied - "but perhaps if Logan were to tell you it would - "
"Jog my memory? I'm not so sure. What ever is blocking me, it's really tight."
Against his better judgment, Charles resolved to try to loosen her memory with his abilities.
She was young again.
"Your parents don't want you to come with me do they?" Charles didn't sound surprised. "But it's not just their choice, it's also yours. You will always be welcome at the Institute." He gave her a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "When you are ready to, we want you to join us."
**
"We don't know what Magneto's plotting, but we do know that we need to gather our strength, which means-"
"That you want me to come back to Bayville. I can't... I can't go back to being a super hero just yet. I have a little bit of normality to deal with."
**
**********
"Emma?" Logan waved a hand in front of her unfocused eyes. She'd just fazed out, staring at a point near the floor.
She blinked, and looked confused for a moment. "Oh. Sorry, what were you saying?" She rubbed her forehead with her left hand.
He bent down and retrieved the uniform from the floor. She'd dropped it when she zoned out. "You dropped this."
"Thanks." She looked down at it.
**********
With her memories came dreams. Or perhaps nightmares is a more appropriate word. She understood that the things she saw were fragments of her memory that had been twisted and warped by her psyche. But that didn't make them any better. Emma believed that if she could understand what she was remembering in her sleep, the nightmares would fade.
It took another week to remember the majority of her past. All that was missing was her relationship with Logan.
"I don't understand why it's not coming through. I know it happened."
Emma was pacing up and down her Uncle's office. He felt sure there should be a hole in the carpet.
"I get little snippets, a few seconds of something and then it just vanishes."
Charles pondered for a few moments while she paced. Finally he spoke, slowly. "Perhaps you are preventing yourself from remembering?"
She stopped. "What? Why would I?"
"Well the last time you left here it was... less than amiable between you. I don't really know what happened -" He lied - "but perhaps if Logan were to tell you it would - "
"Jog my memory? I'm not so sure. What ever is blocking me, it's really tight."
Against his better judgment, Charles resolved to try to loosen her memory with his abilities.
