Logan, come to my office, *now*

Logan, who had been in the process of tuning up the engine on his bike dropped his tools and almost ran to Xavier's office, spurred by the man's urgent tone. On arrival, he was greeted with a less-than-calm Professor and an unconscious Emma.

"What happened?" He went to the woman's side, checking her vital signs. She seemed to be okay.

"I think I went a little too far. She'll be fine, she just needs rest."

Logan gently lifted her. "You look like you could do with some of that yourself Charles."

"Indeed."

Logan took her to her room - different to the one she'd slept in the first night. It was the one she usually occupied when she was at the Institute. He laid her on the bed, removing her shoes. As he shifted the covers to pull them over her, her green eyes fluttered open.

"What...?" She looked around, a little confused.

He smiled slightly. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. Just sleep." He started to leave.

"Wait, no." Tiredly, she extended a hand toward him. "Please stay. I feel safer."

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She could see it all so clearly. Adam was there, cowering behind her. She had to protect him, he was just a child. But the attacker kept coming, growling loudly. Emma wondered if it might be some kind of beast, but then she saw its face.

It was Logan, and he reached out, not to Adam, but to her. Her arm stung where he'd cut it, and he was choking her, crushing her throat with one hand.

She couldn't breathe, and soon she couldn't see, and then -

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Emma's eyes snapped awake and she breathed deeply, somewhat surprised that she could. Her head was on Logan's chest and she could hear him breathe, hear his heart beat.

More than anything she wanted to move, wanted to be out of his grasp.

The arm he had wrapped around her waist seemed heavier than steel, pulling her in, crushing her to him. She sat up, pulling away from him.

She remembered what had happened. She remembered it all. Adam, the blood, the bruises on her neck, Sabretooth... Her hand went to the three lines on her arm. He hadn't said one thing to her about it. He hadn't even tried to apologise.

He was pretending it hadn't happened.

Emma quickly got up, retreating to the window, her arms wrapped around her body. How could he? How could he abuse her amnesia like that? She could feel the anger rising up within her, but she quickly quelled it. She didn't want to start bleeding from her face again, not when the wound had just healed.

Wolverine, perhaps subconsciously noting her absence from his side, stirred. He cast his dark eyes across the room until he saw her, silhouetted by the moonlight through the window.

"Emma?"

"When where you going to tell me?" Her voice was hard and cold.

"Tell you what?"

"I know, Logan. I remember." A slight tremor crept into her voice as she clenched her teeth.

He stood. "Emma, listen - "

"No. Get out."

"Emma - " He took a step toward her, holding his hands out.

"If I have to tell you again, I will fry you." Her hand glowed as the electricity built. "Get the hell out of my room."

Logan stayed still for a moment before slowly turning and exiting. He shut the door gently behind himself.

And Emma slid to the floor, crying.